Chapter 2

Two weeks later, it was Sam's 16th birthday, they're alone in a motel room. Dean had made Sam a blueberry pie while Sam was at school.

After this night two weeks ago, Sam was cheerful as always. It seemed that Sam couldn't remember anything. Dean on the other hand felt sick to his stomach. He went ou every evening (or night) to meet some random girls. First everxthing was fine when ne met with them but then the 'Sam thing' raised before his inner eye and he couldn't get his member up.

He got frustrated because he forbid himself to jack off. It would be a great relieve for him to do it right now, right here. But it would only work when he imagines his little brother, in his bed, in the dark room. And that, for Dean, was sick.

Dean's phone rung. It was his father. He wouldn't come home for a week because what he was hunting right now was very important. Dean reminded him that it was Sam's birthday today but John said that Dean should wish him a happy birthday from his father.

While Dean was on the phone, Sam got home. He had still the afterglow of a laugh in the face and Dean's heart flattered at this sight. His brother still looked so innocent.
"Perfect!", was Dean's thought. Now he would've to tell Sam that they're on their own for a week or maybe more.

"Hello Dean", Sam shouted but when he saw that Dean was on the phone he went quiet.
He closed the door and went to Dean. He got no reaction of his older brother so he went to stood behind Dean, who sat on chair and threw his arms around his brother's neck.
"It smells delicious", he whispered into Dean's ear.
"What the - Yeah, bye dad. - What the fuck, Sam?!", Dean shouted and jumped a little of his chair.
"I'm sorry, Dean-o", Sam said, arms by his side now.
"I go to the table there and you do what you wanted to do."

Dean frowned and went to the kitchen. He wasn't really mad at Sam, he just needed to hide the 'problem' that Sam's breath on his neck caused. When he calmed himself enough he returned to Sam with the blueberry pie.

Sam didn't look up. Dean put the pie infront of him.
"Happy birthday, kiddo!", he said. This time Sam looked up. He smiled.
"I thought - "
"You thought I forgot? Sammy, I'm your big brother. I will never forget." He paused a few seconds. "Sammy, dad won't come. He said to me I should give you his wishes but he'll be gone for a week or more. Depends on the hunt."
"Oh."
"Yeah, buddy, I'm sorry. You have to be with me for this time." Dean tried to be funny. Sam should cheer up. It was his day.

After they've eaten the pie and some burgers (Dean ordered them as well) they moved to the couch. Dean wanted to make it a lazy rest of day. He even let Sam decide what they'd be watching. When it got dark outside Sam snuggled against Dean. He sat on his brothers lap, his head was resting against Dean's chest. Just like they did when they were children. Only that they aren't anymore. Dean felt his lower body reacting and panicked. Because Sam would definitly feel the bulge that started to grow beneath him.

"Sammy, please, go to bed. It's nearly 10pm and you're already sleeping", Dean said in a low voice.
"I don't want to", Samm mumbled, "I wanna stay here. With you!"
"Sam, please.", Dean coughed, "I can't! I'll bring you to your bed."

Dean stood up and took Sam into his arms. It looked like a groom carrying his bride. Sam's head rested against his neck.
Sam's hot and sleepy breath sent shivers down his spire. Dean gulped and gasped.

Once Sam was in his bed, under his blankets, Dean turned around. His hand wandered down to his boner to release some of the pressure.
He needed to do something but the pictures which came to his mind were just like a deja-vu. He stormed into the bathroom. This time he threw up.
After that he brushed his teeth. With a heavy heart and on the verge of crying he went to bed.

The next chapter will include smut!