Chapter 8
Sam woke the next morning once again to the pleasant aches in his body. The results of Dean taking him hard for hours. He needed a shower, he could still feel the slippery stickiness of lube mixed with cum leaking from his backside. They had fallen asleep with Dean still inside him. Separating in the early hours of morning once Dean had gone soft, causing his dick to slip out. He rolled over watching his brother sleeping peacefully on his back. Noticing how the blankets were laying low on his sculpted hips, leaving his chest exposed. Sam reached out, fingers tracing small circles playfully down to the navel and back up again. Dean giggled a bit in his sleep. "Hey that tickles." He mumbled to which Sam laughed out loud. Dean woke instantly, launching straight up in the bed. "Whatever just happened…it didn't happen." Dean looked down at Sam who was laughing so hard he was coughing. "Dude not cool!" Dean shifted in the bed, leaning down to bite Sam's shoulder. "Ouch!" Sam shoved his older brother back pushing him off the bed. His laughter returning at the shocked look in Dean's eyes at the realization that nothing was under him anymore and in a split second gravity would kick in. His bare feet and naked legs flailing as he fell. Sam leaned over the bed, watching Dean rubbing his head, sprawled out stark naked on the floor. "You keep laughing and I'll shove something in your mouth to shut you up." Dean teased as he sat up on the floor. Sam pressed their lips together in a short, playful kiss. "Come on let's take a shower."
Dean tilted his head forward letting the water pour over him as Sam stood behind him soaping up his back, gently massaging the muscles under his fingers while placing tender kisses on his neck. "Mmm Sammy that feels good." Dean let out a relaxed breath. Sam moved his hands down lower just above Dean's hips. "So you going to tell me what happened last night to make you wake me up the way you did?" Sam asked. Dean sighed. "Knew you wouldn't let it go Sammy." Sam turned his brother to look at him. "I'm worried De. The way you were acting…" Sam's face suddenly shifted from worry to pain. He placed a hand to his temple, letting out a pained moan. "Sammy?" Dean caught Sam as he started to sink down. Setting Sam gently down on the shower floor. Sam's eyes were closed, his head thrashing back and forth. He couldn't hear Dean cursing at how helpless he was to help him as the vision came on.
A man was driving down the highway in the middle of the night. The exit sign to his right read 'Cape Girardeau 2 miles'. As the man reached down to turn the dial of the radio off the bright headlights of a truck came up behind him. The truck revved it's engine slamming into his rear bumper. Causing him to tailspin out of control into a ditch. The car flew out of the ditch turning upside down skidding to a halt just as the truck disappeared.
Sam's eyes sprung open. He looked up into Dean's eyes just before Dean pulled him closer. "What did you see Sammy?" he explained the vision to his older brother. Noting the twitch in Dean's jaw as he told him what the exit sign read. "Missouri?" Dean asked. Sam nodded, "Yeah why?" Dean helped Sam to his feet, turning off the water, stepping out. He handed Sam a towel just as he wrapped one around his waist walking off into the bedroom. He went straight to the night stand. Pulling the charger out of his phone with a "Fuck!" He pressed a button placing the phone to his ear. Sam stood there just staring at his brother as he rushed around the room, dressing fast and collecting their belongings. Dean pulled on his leather jacket, hanging up the phone and placing it in his coat pocket. "Sam get dressed we gotta go." Sam toweled off as he spoke. "What? De the crossroads demon is still out there." Dean gave Sam an apologetic look. "It's gone Sam…I took care of it." Sam paused the process of putting clothes on, his jeans still unbuttoned. "You what?" Dean looked down at the floor. "I snuck out once you were asleep. I trapped it and now it's gone." Sam was furious. "Dean you lied to me!" Dean tried to change the subject. "Sam I just got a call from an old friend. Her dad died last night and she thinks it might be our kind of thing. She lives in the same town your vision happened in." Sam's anger was boiling over. "Wait what? Who?" Dean wouldn't say, instead his response was, "Believe me she never I mean never would have called if she didn't need us." Sam pulled a shirt over his chest grabbing his bag, following Dean out to the impala.
A short time later they were on the highway, they would make it to Missouri in about eight hours. Less if Dean didn't watch his speed. Sam spoke up for the first time since they got into the car. "So her name is Cassie? You've never mentioned her before. Who is she?" Dean had an annoyed look on his face. This conversation was going to get him in even more trouble and he knew it. "Didn't I?" Sam folded his arms across his chest. "No, so by old friend you mean?" Dean let out the breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding. "Yeah we went out…" Sam pushed farther. "And?" Dean rolled his eyes, "We went on a couple of dates. What else do you need to know?" Sam looked out the window. "Did you sleep with her?" Dean's eyes were straight ahead, watching the road. "Yeah." Sam had to ask, he just had to. "When?" Dean sighed once more. "When I was sixteen. She took my virginity. It was before you, before anything with you." Sam nodded in silence. He was unsure of why he was jealous. He hated remembering the days before when Dean would bring girls to the motels and fuck them. "Look it's terrible about her dad but it sounds like a standard car accident. I'm not seeing how it concerns us. By the way how does she know what we do?" Dean shook his head. Sam looked at him accusingly. "You told her! For months all I did was lie to Jessica about our family and you go on a couple of dates and spill the secret?" Dean gave a sarcastic, "Yeah, guess that's what it looks like. And you know its not just an accident, you had a vision." Sam spat his next words at him. "You lied to me last night and now you're telling random women about hunting. Does she know I'm your brother?" Dean pressed the gas pedal to the floor. "She knows my brother's name is Sam…" The younger man threw his hands up in the air. "Great so now when she hits on you I can't do anything, I just have to sit there and watch you with the woman that took something from me." Dean looked over at his brother, his voice sounding so angry. "What the fuck Sam? She doesn't even know you how could she take something from you?" Sam hesitated to answer. "You were my first Dean. And she was yours. That's something that I can never have from you…" Dean turned the radio up, ending the conversation.
Sam had no right to be jealous. He was twelve years old when these events had taken place. At that time in his life he didn't even know what sex was. Dean didn't start bringing girls home until he was fifteen. He was just reaching at something to fight about because he was angry Dean had broken his promise last night. He had to let it go. This girl had just lost her dad. Sam knew all to well what it was like to lose a parent. They sat in verbal silence the rest of the trip, only the music from the radio and the purr of Baby's engine could be heard.
Sam followed Dean into a local newspaper company in the town of Cape Girardeau. An absolutely stunning bi-racial girl with long curly hair turned to look at them. "Dean." She spoke softly as she approached. He gave a half smile. "Hey Cassi." He cleared his throat. "Um, this is my brother, Sam." She turned her eyes to Sam, she was so beautiful. He simply nodded and smiled. "Sorry about your dad." Dean said honestly. She averted her eyes from them, holding in the sadness. "Yeah me too."
They sat in her home as she placed cups of coffee in front of them. "The police have no idea but I know this is your kind of thing Dean. It rained heavy that night, it was really muddy. There was only one set of tracks that night. My dads. What happened to the car that hit him?" Dean sipped his coffee, holding back the look of distaste he almost gave at the fact that she added milk and sugar to it. Sam noticed, looking down at the creamy color of the coffee but saying nothing. At least he knew his brother liked his coffee black. "And the first person to die was a friend of your dads?" Dean asked, placing the cup on a coaster located on the coffee table. "Yeah his best friend, they owned a car dealership together." Sam sipped his coffee as they spoke. "Can you think of some reason why your dad and his friend may have been targets?", she shook her head no. Sam cleared his throat. "De it's ok tell her." Dean rubbed the back of his head. "Sammy is…psychic. He had a vision of the accident just before you called. The truck that hit your dad disappeared into thin air after the crash." She sighed. "Look I'm just a little skeptical about this ghost stuff you guys are into." Dean gave a sarcastic sound. "If I remember you said I was nuts." She looked at him. "That was then." Dean smirked, giving a hmm. Sam's eyes darted back and forth between them. He was getting the sense that things didn't end well between the two of them back in the day. The Winchester's thanked her for the coffee, taking their leave.
They pulled up into the parking lot of a local motel. As Dean got out to go book a room Sam said, "Two beds." Dean gave him a look that said, 'Seriously?'. "I'm your brother remember? Want to explain to Cassi why we're sharing a bed if she drops by?" he asked sarcastically. "The fuck ever man." Dean stormed off to the motel office. Sam grabbed their bags from the trunk as Dean returned, he followed him into the room. Placing Dean's bag on his bed then his duffle on his own bed. Dean grabbed it up, placing it on his bed next to his own bag. Sam picked it back up putting it back on his own bed. They were never more like brothers than when they fought. "Come on Sammy. I know I'm in the dog house but you could at least sleep with me."
Sam knew what he meant. But he decided to twist his words anyways. He still felt like fighting. He was angry with Dean for sneaking out last night. "The only thing you'll be fucking tonight is your own hand." Dean growled in anger. "That's not what I meant and you know it." Sam scoffed at him. "Kinda like how you didn't mean it last night when you said you wouldn't go after that demon?" Dean couldn't say anything. He had broken his promise. There was no defense. "Sammy I'm sorry." Sam dug through his bag, looking for something to sleep in. "Then why won't you tell me what happened?" Dean held his tongue. "Just tell me Dean. I'm not a kid anymore. I can handle it." Dean gave a sigh, sitting on the edge of the bed. "It taunted me is that what you want to hear? Told me dad hates me cause you were his favorite and I ruined you in his eyes with sex. It poked fun at me because mom is dead. And it knew I am scared Sammy. Because if I had never made you leave Stanford with me…Jess would be alive, and you wouldn't have been possessed by that thing. And last of all, that I'm scared because these things are after you for some reason, and I don't know how to stop it Sammy." Sam pulled out his sleep shorts. He paused for a moment, just staring at them in his hand. He knew Dean was being honest with him, he just wasn't ready to let it go. Not yet. He walked to the bathroom, refusing to change in front of Dean at the moment. He emerged from the bathroom in his shorts, pulled the blankets back on his bed and slipped between them. He had nightmares all night. Tossing and turning, grasping out for Dean to hold him in his sleep. Finding nothing but empty sheets.
The next day Dean woke to his phone ringing. Cassi told him there was another death. He and Sam stood in front of the bathroom mirror, both looping the ties of their suits. "I'll say this for her, she's brave. But it's kind of strange. You two never look at each other at the same time. You look at her when she's not looking. She checks you out when you look away. What's that about?" Dean turned his head toward him. "You think we might have some more pressing issues here?" Sam responded sarcastically. "Well…if I'm hitting a nerve…" Dean walked away from him. "Come on let's go."
They went around town asking locals that knew Cassi's dad if they had seen the truck that hit him. They learned that back in the sixties a couple people went missing, everyone of them African American, and all were said to have been taken away by a big black truck. Sam and Dean stood next to the impala. "So all the victims somehow know Cassi and her family? Why don't you go talk to her?" Sam said. Dean shrugged. "If you think we should." Sam shook his head. "No I mean you. I need some space." Dean started fidgeting again. He couldn't leave Sam by himself. "No! You can't be alone." Sam reached into Dean's pocket pulling out the car keys. He hopped into the drivers seat and locked the door. He turned her on, pulling away, leaving Dean cursing at him. He started walking in the direction of Cassi's house.
It was night by the time he knocked on her front door. She invited him in. "So what's up?" he said, trying to make conversation. She was shuffling through some papers on a desk. "The newspaper wants me to write an article for my dad. I'm trying to find the words." She turned to look at him. "Where's your brother?" Dean stuttered as he spoke. "N-Not here." She gave him a strange look. He asked if she had talked to her mom about why the 'killer' would be after her dad and his friends like he'd asked her to earlier on the phone. She shook her head no. "She hasn't come home yet." He noticed the way her eyes lingered on him. "So uh… why did you ask me where my brother was?" She smiled. "Nothing, it's not important." He looked around the room. "Could it be because without him here…it's just the two of us?" He asked, trying to get the truth out of her. "And with out Sam it's easier to talk to me." She gave him a confused look. "It's not easier. Look." He shook his head, walking away from her. "No, it's fine we'll keep it strictly business." She huffed at him. "I forgot how when you get anywhere in the neighborhood of emotional vulnerability you turn it into a joke, finding a way to shut the door on me." He laughed, "Oh that's hilarious. See you're the one that shut that door on me remember?" She moved so that she was standing in front of him. "If you wanted out it was fine but you didn't have to tell me that crazy story about how you hunt ghosts and have to leave to go work with your dad." He barked his words at her, "I did, it was the truth! And I noticed it didn't sound so crazy when you thought I could help you." She raised her voice at him. "I thought you wanted to break up. I didn't mean to hurt you!" His tone was laced with sarcastic anger, "Well you did."
She was on him pressing her lips to his, only to be pushed away with haste. She had a mixture of confusion and hurt on her face. "Uh…didn't see that coming." He said. She reached out trying to pull him back into the kiss, he evaded by side stepping her, putting distance between them. "What so I don't do it for you anymore?" he nervously rubbed the back of his neck. "Um…it's not you it's me." Her jaw dropped open. "Are you seriously saying that right now." He waved his hands slightly in a panic. "No! It's not like that. I'm gay." If it were possible her jaw would have hit the floor. "I for one know you aren't gay." He couldn't believe he was saying this. "No really. I haven't slept with a woman since I was twenty. And I'm seeing someone." She rolled her eyes at him. "Yeah cause you have time to be in a relationship while you're out traveling the country hunting ghosts with your brother." He raised his shoulders, tilting his head with a 'Yeah….' look on his face.
She stared at him for a moment. He waited for it to sink in. "You and? No…you're not…oh my god." She covered her open mouth with her hands. "Oh my god, the way you look at him…the way he looked at me." He looked down at the floor. "We know it's wrong…we just…I love him." She hesitated. She could see the shame pouring off of him. "Dean I don't know what to say." He shrugged his shoulders. "You don't have to accept it. Once we leave you'll never see me again. I didn't come here to hook up with you. I came to help you." She crossed the room, taking a seat on the couch. "Dean I think you should leave." He walked to the door. Looking back at her, his hand on the doorknob. "I only told you because you were freaking out on me. I never lied to you Cassi. Not then. Not now." He opened the door, stepping out into the night.
It was just past midnight as Dean stepped into town. He walked around for awhile. He found the impala parked outside of a twenty four hour diner. He walked through the door, eyes scanning the room. Sam was sitting at a booth in the back, twirling a spoon in a cup of coffee that had gone cold. He slid into the seat across from his brother. "How long have you been here?" he asked. Sam didn't look at him. "Since I left you earlier." The waitress came over, asking Dean if he'd like to order. He ordered two fresh cups of coffee. Once she placed them on the table, turning to leave them alone Sam started to speak. "Did you sleep with her?" Dean gave him an angry look. "You really think that little of me?", he snapped. Sam shrugged his shoulders. "We aren't a couple Dean. You've made no commitment to me. We're just fucking." Dean's temper started to flare up. "Wish I would have known I had a free pass to get my dick wet. Cause that's all I care about isn't it?" Sam knew he'd crossed a line, attempting to back pedal. "That's not what I meant." Dean picked his coffee cup up. "It's good Sammy. Haven't been getting it in often enough I guess. Figure i need more than an appetizer hmm?" Dean knew his next words would sting. That when they made up he'd regret them. "It's just to bad you can't seem to cut it Sammy. If only you could satisfy me." Sam looked at him, hurt in his hazel eyes. "Thought I was the best fuck on the planet…" he said quietly, hanging his head. Dean crossed his arms, he wasn't prepared for Sam to use his own words against him. For a second he thought of saying 'Hey I'll say anything to get laid right?' but he knew that was taking it to far.
They sat there, neither one saying anything. They sipped their coffee in uncomfortable silence. The waitress returned to ask if they needed anything else. "No thank you. Sorry for being here so long." Sam pulled out his wallet, handing her thirty dollars. "You're total is 4.75 sweetie you need change?" He shook his head no. She walked off with a smile. He looked at Dean. His brother was fidgeting again. "What I meant was I've been sitting here worried that you'd hook up with her because I'm stupid, and jealous. Because we aren't dating Dean. We're brothers. We aren't normal. I can't give you any thing real." Dean set his cup down. "Like what?" Sam stared down into his cup so hard he could have burned a hole in it. "Like kids…being accepted by people. Freedom to be who you are out in the open." Dean softened, his anger melting away. "Sammy I don't want those things. The truth is she did try to make a move." Sam's eyes darted to his face. "I told her the truth. That we're…whatever this is." Sam hadn't expected that. "What'd she say?" Dean took his turn to look down, braking eye contact. "What do you think? She freaked." Sam sighed. "Look Dean I'm tired of fighting. Can we just move past this." Dean stood up from the table. "Yeah sure Sammy. It's all good when you wanna say shit to hurt me. But don't throw punches if you can't take a hit back." He grabbed the keys, walking off to the door, Sam on his heels. They slammed the car doors at the same time. Dean threw the impala in reverse, backing out of the space, then in drive, heading for the motel.
"Dean its not like that, you've never lied to me before. You're hiding something. I can tell. I'm just worried." Dean speed down the road, his anger showing in his driving. "I don't owe you anything Sam. Just but out." Sam was on the verge of exploding. "Damn it De! What am I supposed to think when you're hiding things and we end up here with the girl you lost it too. The only real relationship you've ever had aside from me." Dean did explode. "Jesus Christ Sam what do you want from me? For me to ask you to be my boyfriend? Wanna settle down and adopt some kids so you can play wifey?" Sam gasped, like Dean had assaulted him. "Dean could you be serious." Dean ran a stop sign, his driving erratic. "I fuck you when you want, how you want. And I fuck you good Sammy." Sam couldn't disagree, Dean was fully capable of more than leaving him satisfied. He gave it whenever and however Sam wanted, always leaving Sam a whimpering shameless mess under him. "And that's all I need. Fucking you, and killing monsters. Just tell me what you want? A title?" Sam scoffed at him. "Maybe just some fucking ground rules. I'd like to know what to expect." Dean pulled into the parking spot of the motel. "Like?" he barked, slamming the gear shift in park. "Like are we monogamous?" Dean rolled his eyes. "Yeah Sam, I don't plan on fucking anybody else." Sam nodded approval. "Me either, ok what about honesty? You going to tell me what you're hiding?" Dean turned the car off. "Yeah I will, just not while we're fighting." Sam relaxed in his seat. "Anything you want?"
Dean got out of the car, sliding the key card into the motel room door, Sam following him in. Once inside he reached into his inner coat pocket, pulling something out into his closed fist, holding it out for Sam. The younger man held his hand open timidly. Dean placed an object into his palm. Sam stared at it. It was the necklace Sam had stole from a gas station when he was eight years old. Gifting it to Dean on a Christmas where John left them alone in a crappy motel. Hanging on the cord next to the amulet was a silver ring just like the one Dean still wore. Every ounce of anger melted away within Sam. He was speechless. Dean took it from him. Untying the cord, slipping the ring onto Sam's finger, then knotting the cord, slipping the necklace over his head. He placed the ring on Sam's finger. "I was there that night. You stumbled out finding it where I'd left it. I watched you throw it into the yard and walk away. I couldn't leave it there. I picked it up and have worn it around my neck ever since. I only took it off before I broke into your place at Stanford. I couldn't bear the embarrassment of you knowing I'd held onto them for so long." He placed Sam's hand on his chest, letting him feel the nervous flutter of his heart beat. "I can't give you a normal life Sammy. But I can promise you I will be faithful. I'll always be yours."
Sam pressed his lips to Dean's. Kissing him with pent up desire. Dean kissed back just as needy. They were practically buzzing with anger all day. Finally letting go of it into each other. They fell onto Sam's bed, clothes flying across the room to be forgotten. They touched roughly, grinding against each other. They both let out a groan as Dean slide his cock against Sam's. Sam looked away from Dean shyly. Dean already knew what the problem was. "I didn't mean it baby boy. You're more than enough to satisfy me." Sam gave a whimper as Dean leaned down, kissing his neck, pressing the tips of their cocks together. Their slick precum connecting in a string as he pulled back. "You're just saying that." Said Sam. "I know I get tired halfway through." Dean smiled a warm sweet smile. "Yeah but you keep pushing through it for me baby. And I love it." Dean teased every inch of Sam as he spoke. Taking a nipple into his mouth, sucking it while pinching the other between his fingertips. "The way you writhe beneath me." Dean reached over to the floor fishing in his bag for the lube. Greasing his fingers with it, pushing two inside Sam. "The way you suck me off when you just can't take my dick anymore but you're not giving up until I cum one final time." Sam gave soft moans, bucking his hips into Dean's hand. Tilting his head back for better access as he felt teeth grazing his throat. His nails digging into Dean's shoulder blades as a third finger was inserted, working him open. "You think any of those skanks from my past could take my dick the way you do?" He laughed against his brother's neck as he spoke, sending shivers down his spine. Sam faintly heard the cap of the lube bottle pop open then close again, heard it hit the floor. He felt Dean's fingers pull out of him followed by the head of his cock pressing against his entrance.
"Not like you baby boy. You don't shove me off after I cum once, leaving me holding my hard dick. You can last hours. Just taking it. Taking it so good." He slide inside Sam as he finished the sentence. Causing Sam to gasp out loud, running his nails down Dean's back, leaving raised red whelps in his wake. Dean groaned in painful pleasure. "Gonna fuck you Sammy. Gonna pound your ass til you're left shaking from the aftershocks. Wanna see loads of my cum running out your fuck hole after I stretch it with my Big …Fucking...Cock!" He punctuated the last three words with hard thrusts, pressing into Sam's prostate with each one. Dean fucked Sam ruthlessly, releasing all of his anger into his thrusts. After he'd brought Sam to climax five times he could feel Sam's body go limp under him. He hadn't came once yet himself. He was smiling, knowing his load would be big. He pulled out for a moment flipping Sam onto his stomach, sliding back into him. Fucking him hard and fast, edging himself to finish. He felt Sam reach around, grabbing the hand that was tightly grasping his hips. Sam's signal that he couldn't take much more. Dean gave in, cumming hard inside his brother. Still thrusting into him until he went soft. Pulling out, a wicked smile on his face as Sam's hole gaped open, cum leaking out. Dean couldn't stop himself. He reached his hand out sliding two fingers inside, causing Sam to whimper and squirm. He pushed his fingers in and out, feeling them squish the thick cum inside.
He pulled them out, looking at them. They were coated in thick cum, he scissored them watching it string together, connecting even when he separated them. He held his index finger in front of Sam's mouth, Sam looked at it before lazily wrapping his lips around it down to the knuckle, twirling his tongue around it. Licking it clean. "That's it Sammy, tell big brother how your ass tastes mixed with my cum." Dean pushed the second finger into Sam's mouth. Sam moaned, sucking them clean, releasing them from his mouth with a pop. "That good huh? Let me taste." Dean pushed his tongue into Sam's mouth, kissing him roughly. He broke the kiss laying on his back as he shifted Sam on top of him to were he was sitting on his face. He shoved his tongue into Sam's fucked open hole, lapping up his own cum as it poured out into his mouth. Sam moaned loudly. Dean was trying to kill him. He knew it. Dean laughed. "How's that for commitment." He said before pushing his tongue back inside Sam.
Author's note: I had so much fun writing this chapter. I don't know why. Please leave a review. I like to hear my readers thoughts. I really hope everyone is enjoying. Thank you for reading.