I Won't Back Down

by genevra1676

Sam's been hit by a witch's curse that not only forces him to answer any question truthfully but also requires him to reveal his deepest secret to the person it matters the most to by the following sundown or else die painfully. If he and Dean can't find a way to counter the hex in time, is Sam willing to risk destroying his relationship with his brother, even to save his own life?

8. Chapter 8

Chapter 8: And I Won't Back Down

I woke up several hours later to Dean singing something from Tom Petty in the shower. I cleaned up as well once the bathroom was free, and we dressed in our nicest casual duds—a soft, blue-and-green plaid shirt that brought out the colors in my eyes for me, a snug, dark green Henley with a waffle pattern for him, and fitted jeans for both of us. We then walked the few blocks from our motel to the restaurant, which took up about half of the ArcLight Cinema lobby.

The food was surprisingly good, not the usual cheap, greasy concession stand fare but instead actual chef-prepared meals. We ordered popcorn chicken and calamari fritti to start, then a spicy southwestern bacon cheeseburger for him and Baja fish tacos for me, accompanied by glasses of local craft beer, and finished with slices of apple pie and coffee. We then headed next door to the theater, where the movie's somewhat improbable story was balanced out by the thrilling interactions between the main actors—and the bottles of lager and cider we were able to bring with us from the bar certainly helped. The Cinerama Dome, with its massively wide screen and advanced acoustics, was an experience in and of itself and made the movie even more memorable.

I wasn't sure what Dean's opinion on PDAs was, but he didn't object when I put my hand over his while we were eating. Nor did he complain when I put my arm over his shoulders about halfway through the movie, and he was the one to instigate some heated making out when the credits started to roll. Nevertheless, I didn't try to push my luck by doing something obviously couple-like, such as holding hands in public, on the way back to the motel.

"What now, Dee?" I inquired once we were inside our room.

"I was hoping you had an idea 'bout that, since you got more experience with this uh, relationship stuff. I know what moves to make when I'm just looking for a fun time, but I'm way outta my league when it comes to anything serious," he admitted as he plopped down on the bed. "This is too important to me, to us, to risk fucking up."

I studied his nervous expression for a moment, recognizing that his previous romantic liaisons hadn't lasted longer than a few weeks at best, so this really was a first time for him. This put a warm feeling inside my chest, knowing that I alone could give him this special milestone. I sat down beside him, put a hand on his thigh just above his knee, and gave him a reassuring smile.

"First, chill out, man. This is me you're dealing with, remember? I've already seen you in much more embarrassing or compromising situations—like the time you had that really bad chili from some nasty food truck—to be turned off if you 'make a mistake.' I'm not looking for perfection, so just be yourself," I pointed out. "What I think we do need to discuss though is your comfort level with the . . . physical side of this thing. I know you're still not into guys, so if there's anything that really bothers you—"

He raised a hand. "Hold up there, Sammy. Yeah, I still consider myself straight, but like I said before, you've always been the exception to my rules. I mean, I've thought you were beautiful for as long as I can remember, and I certainly appreciated how big and buff you got while you were away at Stanford. I just chalked that up to a big brother's pride at how his kid brother had turned out up until recently. But figuring out how I really feel 'bout you made me realize I'm into you as the whole package, junk and all—which probably means we should call me uh, Sam-sexual instead, huh?

"And yeah, obviously I don't have experience with someone else's cock, but hey—I know what I like in a hand or blow job, so I should be able to work out what gets you going. As for . . . um, butt stuff, I ain't completely inexperienced. I've been with girls who wanted to try anal, and . . . There was this girl when I was like nineteen, Rhonda Hurley, who was into more adventurous stuff, including uh, pegging . . . and I hafta admit that I kinda liked it." To my utter fascination, my worldly big brother blushed furiously as he told me that.

I smiled even wider and gave his leg a squeeze. "Well then, why don't we see how things go tonight?"

Dean smiled back and reached up to slot his lips against mine. We kissed ardently for a couple minutes, while our hands roamed over each other's chests and backs. He started impatiently tugging at the buttons on my over shirt, so I leaned back momentarily to pull that and the undershirt beneath off and toss them to one side, as he did the same with his Henley. I pushed him back onto the bed and began flicking and pinching his dusky nipples, while my mouth latched onto the side of his neck near the corner of his jaw and slowly migrated down. He gasped when my lips reached his chest and fisted his hands in my hair as I nipped at the sensitive nubs there, which in turn elicited a pleasurable groan from me.

I then dropped my hands to his waistband to unfasten his jeans and sat up to pull them and his boxer-briefs off. I stood to quickly divest myself of my jeans and boxers as well, before pausing to admire the sight before me, of lean muscles covered in smooth, pale skin dusted with cinnamon freckles, bowed legs and strong arms spread out invitingly, long, thick cock jutting proudly from its bed of curling bronze hair and heavy balls hanging below, and wide green eyes bright with passion and affection.

My brother eyed me up and down in turn and whistled. "Damn, dude! When the hell did you get so huge?"

Despite his best attempt at a sultry leer as he spoke, the consternation in his voice and expression was hard to miss, as was the flagging in his erection. Dean was hardly the first partner I'd had who was intimidated by my size, since I'd been frequently told that I was "more than proportional." He was however the first I'd been with who was less experienced than I was, at least when it came to gay sex.

I climbed onto the bed and leaned down to give him a tender kiss before sitting back. "It's okay, Dee. We don't have to jump straight into 'butt stuff,' as you so eloquently put it. There's plenty of other things we can do instead right now, and we can work our way up to more . . . adventurous things when you feel more comfortable."

"Sonofabitch! Sorry for suddenly turning into a sixteen-year-old virgin, man," he grumbled, though the relief in his eyes was clear. "It's just that . . . I only tried it that one time, and Rhonda's strap-on thing was a lot smaller, so—"

"Hey, I get it, and there's no need to apologize! Like I said, there's a lot more to gay sex than anal, and there's no need to rush into anything. As long as we both enjoy ourselves, that's all that matters tonight," I told him, bending down to kiss him again.

He suddenly grabbed my shoulders and yanked, and I felt on top of him with a surprised cry. I mock-growled at his pleased smirk and nipped playfully at the base of his neck, then wrapped my hand around his member and began to stroke vigorously. He arched his back and moaned in pleasure, before curling his fingers around my cock and slipping them up and down my length, tentatively at first but soon with more confidence at my enthusiastic response. A sense of wonder grew with my arousal, for while I'd dreamed for years of being able to touch my brother like this and of him doing the same in return, the reality blew those fantasies out of the water.

Our hands moved hurriedly along each other's shafts, slicked by the pre-ejaculate fluid both of us were leaking. Dean reached up with his free hand to pull my head down into another long kiss, his tongue pushing in to dance with mine. When he eventually let me up for air, I pushed his hand aside, pressed our groins together, and started to thrust, sliding my cock against his. He cursed incoherently at the sensation before he quickly got with the program, gripping my shoulders and rocking his hips in time with mine.

We rutted against each other with increasing urgency, our breathing heavy and our skin damp with sweat. After a couple of minutes, I shoved a hand between us to grab both of our members and began jacking them rapidly. My brother keened and tightened his grasp on my shoulders before abruptly shouting as his cum spurted over my fingers. I managed another jerk or two, then joined him in orgasm with a loud groan.

I rolled off to one side and reached down to grab my boxers, which I used to clean the mess off of my hand and our crotches and then tossed back on the floor. I slid an arm under his shoulders to tug him closer and asked, "How are you doing, Dee?"

He in turn threw his arm over my chest and replied, "I am feeling awesome, dude! This is definitely going up there with my top ten!"

"Are you sure? It wasn't . . . weird or anything?"

"I'll admit, it was different being with someone bigger than me, but in a good way—no girl coulda wrapped a hand around both of our dicks like that! Everything was so fucking hot that I didn't miss the lack of boobs or whatever at all," he assured me. "The main reason was 'cause it was with you, Sammy. Not even being with Cassie ever felt like this."

"I know what you mean. For as much as I did love Jess, all of our time together can't compare to how happy I am tonight," I said. "This seems like a dream, the best dream I've ever had, and I don't want to wake up!"

Dean reached up and kissed me, his full lips soft and his green eyes warm. "'Cept this ain't a dream, baby boy—this is all real! It's you and me against the world like we've always been, but now we're together in every possible way. It don't get much better than this!"

I gave him a slow smile. "Oh yes it can—we've barely gotten started!"

I proceeded to shift down the bed until I was leaning over his groin, whereupon I bent down and took the head of his cock into my mouth. He moaned happily while I sucked on his glans and lapped at his slit, the hand not propping me up stroking his shaft, and gasped when I swallowed down most of his length, my tongue swirling around his member and my fingers now fondling his balls. He stiffened momentarily when my fingers slipped between his legs but then relaxed when they only rubbed his perineum, since I knew better than to push his boundaries too far so soon. He threaded his fingers through my hair and tugged in appreciation as I proceeded to give him the deepest, wettest blowjob I could.

Despite the fact that my brother had already climaxed not that long ago, it was only a few minutes before his fingers tightened almost painfully in my hair while he shot his load into my mouth. I swallowed it down and sat up, wiping the few stray drops of cum and quite a bit of saliva from my lips and chin. I started to reach for my own rather neglected erection, but he batted my hand away, wrapped his around it instead, and jerked it enthusiastically until I ejaculated all over his belly with a loud cry.

I managed to fish my soiled boxers off the floor to wipe him down and then collapsed beside him after tossing them away again. "How was that, big brother? Still doing good?"

"I'm way better than good, Sammy! That was fucking amazing!" Dean leaned over to press his lips against mind, the kiss slow and tender instead of hurried and passionate.

"Dee, I need you to know that you're it for me. I'm never going to leave you again—I'm not interested in Stanford or becoming a lawyer or the whole white-picket-fence deal anymore if you're not part of it," I told him earnestly as I pulled him into my arms. "Whatever happens after this, I'll be with you for the rest of our lives. I hope you get that you mean everything to me."

"I hear you, kiddo, and I do believe you. You're all I want too—no more one night stands or girlfriends or shit," he assured me, settling his head on my shoulder. "I don't want you to give up on your dreams just for me though, so we'll have to work something out after we eventually take out the demon—find a way to combine saving people with the apple-pie life so that we're both happy."

"You're right, because other hunters have managed to still have careers and homes and even families, like Bobby with the salvage yard, Ellen and Jo with the Roadhouse, and Pastor Jim with his church. There's no reason why we can't finish school, find jobs we like, and get a place together while still hunting. Or maybe even find some other way to help people, like your dream of being a firefighter." I paused in thought for a few moments and sighed. "Too bad that we didn't figure all this out years ago though—imagine how different, how much better, everything might've been if we'd gotten together years ago!"

"We can't change the past, so there ain't any point in dwelling on woulda, coulda, shoulda. We're here now, and that's all that matters." He reached up to kiss me again, and then gave me an impish smile. "Gotta say, this is almost enough to make me think that witches don't completely suck!"