He's a what now? A gender bending wincest story

by SPNJ2fanLW

After being captured by damn witches Sam is turned into a woman so that he can be used as a sacrifice. Since his new body needs to be a virgin the boys decide to take care of it, but what happens afterwards when Sam gets his male body back and Dean still can't stop thinking about him. Set during season 12 with spoilers

He's a what now? A gender bending wincest story.

Season 12 spoilers

A loud thud sounded in the small, dank room. Dean moved again but all he got was another thud as his body hit the steel door and no actual progress on busting it open was made. Fuck this shit, he thought as he again threw himself against the unmoving door to his and Sam's captivity.

"Dean, would you just stop already. All you're doing is hurting yourself and we both know that doors not budging. We tried this yesterday with both of us and got nowhere so I doubt you alone is going to make any difference."

"Then get up here and help me." Came his grumbly reply.

"Why? We already know it's not opening on its own." The soft voice was so at odds with what Dean was so used to hearing from his brother's lips, but then again was this still his brother?

"There has to be a way to break out." Dean stubbornly insisted.

"I think we would have found it by now if there was. Face it, force isn't getting us out. You need to consider my plan." A weary sigh broke the silence that followed.

"I just, I don't know if I can do it." Dean said quietly looking over at the body that was supposed to be the familiar sight of his sasquatch of a brother but wasn't. Instead, a beautiful woman stood in his place. She still had Sam's dark hair that was now pushed back behind her ears and her face looked much as it did but softer, more feminine. The same hazel eyes looked out at Dean with the same high cheekbones, but her lips seemed a little fuller and the angles of her face were rounder. She was tall, not quite as tall as Dean but for a woman she was an amazon, but then male Sam was so freakishly tall to begin with. Her skin was still smooth and tanned. She had slim hips, long legs and soft round titts that made Dean want to touch, which was totally freaking him out. She was fucking gorgeous which wasn't a surprise with how good-looking Sam was as a man, but now Dean was looking in an entirely different way.

Dragging his eyes away from his brother's new rack Dean leaned against the wall and let his head fall back. How the hell had this happened, oh yeah, fucking witches. Always fucking witches.

Sam sat on the cot opposite of his brother and watched the emotions play across his face, letting Dean sort through whatever he needed to. It was a lot, what Sam was suggesting and he wasn't even sure how he was going to go through with it himself, but it was the only thing he could think of to stop this.

This was a hunt left over in their Dad's old journal, something that only came up once every fifteen years and the boys wanted to finish what their Dad started so many years ago. Every fifteen years for the last hundred or so, three women would go missing and turn up later, dead, with symbols carved in their chests. Then 30 years ago the pattern changed and 3 men would disappear never to be found, but three unidentified women would still turn up sacrificed. John had gotten so close but wasn't in time and the trail grew too cold, forcing him to have to wait till the next cycle. But since he died a few years later it was now left to the boys to finish.

Not that they'd wanted to come, what with all the crap going on in their lives and trying to find a way into the other world to save mom and Jack. But the timing was now and who knows if they would even be around in fifteen years to come back. Not likely with their lives.

When they'd first realized this was coming up they'd thought to find another hunter to take care of it but then Sam thought maybe the break would do them good so they loaded up and hit the road.

Dad had done most of the leg work so it should have been quick and easy, find the coven of witches making the sacrifices and stop them before they disappear again. Hell, John had even figured out where the boys should look. Easy peasy, right? Wrong. By the time the boys got to town two men were already missing so they set out into the deepest part of the woods where their father had found the ruins of the stone cottage that contained cells in the still standing basement. Unfortunately, the damn witches had been expecting trouble and the boys had found themselves locked up in one of the three cells instead of setting the men free.

It was then they found out that the reason they were now taking men was because they needed truly pure virgin sacrifices and that was just too hard in today's world to find without resorting to children which wouldn't work in this ritual. The three men in long red robes had been happy to explain that instead of searching through the unclean masses they found a way to make perfect virgins. By transforming a male into a female they had brand new, never used, lady parts. Dean had tried to argue that they'd still had sex but the witches just laughed at him saying not with these parts.

It was then that they'd taken Sam and performed a spell on him turning him into a woman, and thus the third sacrifice they needed. Dean tried to fight, of course, but was unsuccessful and now Sam was a female.

Dean was also thinking back on when the witches had taken Sam to perform the spell. He'd tried to escape but failed so then he tried to get them to take him instead. His overriding need to protect his no longer little brother, his top priority. The robed men all laughed at that with the leader getting right into Deans face and smelling the air around him, claiming he smelled of too much debauchery.

"Dean you know this is the best way." Sam said hesitantly. "If we do this they can't perform the ritual and they die. That's the end of it, they're gone and hopefully we can find a way to get free and escape."

"We could just wait till they come get you and try escaping by force then." Dean tried.

"You saw how they took the others out; one last night one the night before. The chances of us overpowering them with that magic trick they used are slim. I'm not trying to count us out, sure maybe we get lucky and make it. But why take the chance since if it goes wrong we're done for. Or at least I am. I guess there's hope for you to get away even after they sacrifice me." Sam's soft voice was sounding entirely too reasonable to Dean. Fuck, it did make sense but the doors it would open, the things it would change.

"So, you think if I…. if we… make it so you're not a virgin anymore, then that's it they can't do the ritual?"

"Yes, look its already dark and we can hear them up there preparing. We know we have a few hours of chanting before they come get me so we have the time. They didn't come before 11:30 for either of the other two. By the time they get us up there and realize I'm not, um, suitable, anymore what else can they do, they don't have a plan B by the looks of it."

"Well, what if they just turn me?"

"We will just have to make sure they don't have time. It took a bit of time for them to do the spell on me so if we can at least drag it out, slow them down, they will miss their window and they're toast, or smoke, or whatever they'll become."

Sam stood up facing him and Dean let his eyes roam down over the soft hair, familiar features and the slim athletic body that was now covered in a long black robe that was tied together at the front to hide Sam's nudity. The witches had forced him to put it on yesterday by withholding water and food until Sam complied. It had taken until this morning for Sam to give in and to do so, only because they needed the water so bad and knew they were just getting weaker and lowering their chances of fighting back by being stubborn.

Guilt flared in Deans chest as he felt a bit of heat pooling in his gut while he watched Sam walk towards him, stopping so close to Dean that if he just leaned forward a little they would be touching. The spark in his guts grew as he stared into those warm hazel eyes that he'd been looking into for his brother's whole life. They spoke of a familiarity and a trust so deep that even with all the misunderstandings and crap the two of them had been through it had never been completely broken. Bruised a few times but never truly gone.

Sam's delicate hand came to rest on Deans shoulder as he continued to stare up at Dean through those trust filled eyes, then he slowly lifted his face and brushed a feather light kiss on Deans chapped lips. Dean stood there just letting Sam slowly move his lips over Deans before pulling away slightly, although they were still breathing in each other's air with their noses touching.

Very softly Dean asked his question. "What about us? What happens after?" he said, finally giving light to his true fear.

"Dean we'll be fine. Been through a lot more than this and we won't let this come between us." Those full lips curled up. "Besides aren't you a master at moving on after sex?"

This time it was Dean who leaned in and captured Sam's soft lips. Arms coming up around the smaller body Dean deepened the kiss, licking his way into the warm mouth that was welcoming him. Fuck Sammy tasted good. Damn, don't think that… but he did. Dean licked into Sam's mouth again and Sam caught his tongue to suck gently on it before releasing it and rubbing his own up against it. Dean moaned. This body felt good in his arms. He knew what to do with women's bodies, how to make them feel good. He was good at this, he thought, and he could do this for Sam. His Sam. His Sammy. Shit. Something loosened in his chest and the kiss deepened as Dean began to rub his brother's now feminine back through the black robe.

Sliding his hands down he cupped Sam's round ass, pulling his brother closer, grinding into him as his lips moved from that wet mouth to suck and kiss along Sam's long neck. Dean gave a quick nip on Sam's earlobe and groaned when Sam let out a small yelp followed by a moan of pleasure. Then Dean latched onto the sweet spot behind the ear that had Sam gasping Deans name and pushing closer.

Long delicate fingers slipped up to Deans chest and under his jacket, sliding it over his shoulders. Dean had to let go of the supple body under his hands to let it slide off, then he grabbed his plaid and ripped it off as well. Sam's hands were now under Dean's tee and kneading the skin under it as Dean grabbed the hem and pulled it off, having to let go of Sam's neck to do it.

Once the shirt was flung to the floor Deans mouth dropped to Sam's shoulder and after pushing the loose neck of the robe out of his way, he let himself kiss and nip along his brother's collar bone. "Mark me up Dean, let them see what you're going to do to me." Sam's now feminine voice ground out.

The building heat threatened to swamp Dean at those words and he growled as he moved and bit down on Sam's shoulder, hard enough to leave marks but not break the skin. Then he sucked it until he was sure it was going to bruise beautifully. Moving to the other side he repeated the process of kissing and licking finally ending in a bite that had Sam's nails digging into Deans bare back and scraping across his left bicep, deep enough to leave their own marks.

Needing to see and feel even more Dean pushed back far enough to get his hands in between them to undo the three bows at the front of the robe. As it fell to the floor Sam blushed bright red and tried to cover his new female form. But Dean grabbed his hands and brought him back into Deans arms. "Don't Sammy, you're beautiful. So beautiful." He murmured as he captured Sam's lips in another deep and arousing kiss.

Walking his brother backwards until his knees hit the cot, they fell onto it, still locked together. pulling back Dean moved and started to lick his way down to Sam's new breasts. While kneading one with his hand he took the other nipple into his mouth, laving and sucking until he heard Sam cry out at the new sensations.

Dean pulled off while still rolling and pulling at the other nipple and looked up at his brother's blown eyes. "Gonna make this so good for you Sammy, show you all the things this body can feel."

"Please Dean, show me." Sam moaned.

Dean moved to the other breast flicking his tongue over the nipple before latching on with a hard suck. Sam arched his back off the mattress and dug his fingers into Deans back again, probably leaving a few more nail marks but Dean didn't even notice. He continued to lick and suck on Sam's nipples, working his brother into a puddle of lust beneath him.

When Dean was finished with Sam's breasts he started moving his tongue down over Sam's abdomen, making sure to give a little flick into his navel before spreading Sam's long shapely legs. Settling himself between them he grinned up at his keening brother and flicked his wet tongue against Sam's clit.

"Holy fuck Dean!" Sam yelped.

"Shhh Sammy, don't want to bring the bad guys down here too soon now." Dean admonished as he rubbed his fingers around the most intimate part of this new body.

"Ssss, sorry," Sam managed to get out with his head thrown back and shudders running through him.

Using both his fingers and his wet mouth Dean worked Sam over with all the expertise he'd gained over so many years. As he worked his tongue into Sam's tight body, he used his hand to open the zipper of his pants and push them down enough to get his throbbing cock free. He was so close and he hadn't even been touched yet. Pushing down his own desires he continued to work at Sam until he felt the inner muscles clench and Sam's orgasm washed over him.

Before the waves of pleasure had even finished Dean moved up into place and pushed into the wet, trembling body. He felt the barrier that marked Sam's new virginity and pushed through it, hearing a small sound from Sam but then his legs were up and wrapping around Deans waist.

Moving slowly at first Dean tried to let Sam adjust to this new feeling but at his needy groans and the way Sam was starting to push back against him, Dean couldn't hold back and started to increase the pace and force. Sam panted against his neck, letting his fingers roam Deans body and settling on his ass cheeks again to try and pull him into an even faster pace.

"Oh God Sammy, feels so fucking good."

"Dean, Dean," Sam moaned into Deans ear, then opening his eyes he leaned in and bit at the ear in front of him. Letting out a groan of pure pleasure Dean's control slipped again and he started slamming his hips against his brother, hearing the slap slap of his balls hitting against Sam.

"Fuck Dean, fuck, YES." Sam's body was spasming as his second orgasm started to roll over him and Dean let go, pumping wild and hard as the white hot heat exploded inside him and he lost himself in this body, in Sam.

Collapsing on top of Sam's now smaller body, but trying not to crush him, Dean propped himself up a little and looked into his brother's hazel eyes. "Shit Sam, good thing the chanting is so loud up there, you were yelling at the end there." Dean's eyes were twinkling and a grin broke out on his face.

Sam lifted his head a little to roll it into Deans shoulder, hiding his blushing face. Dean moved them on the small cot so that they were laying on their sides, pressed against each other, and pulled Sam's chin up so that they were face to face. When his brother looked at him while still looking so wrecked, Dean couldn't help it and leaned in to kiss him again, not sure what to expect but happy when Sam kissed him back for some reason Dean did not want to explore.

Slowly Deans hands ghosted over Sam's warm skin, causing goosebumps to rise and a shiver to run down his spine. "Well, I get now why all those girls are always trying to get into your bed." Sam said with embarrassment.

Dean grinned again. "Oh, you haven't seen anything yet."

They both looked up at the chanting they could still hear and Dean glanced at his watch. "Still have some time?" raising an eyebrow he glanced down into those warm eyes of his brothers.

Something flashed across Sam's face and then Dean could see the curiosity, the want, just before Sam leaned over and initiated another deep kiss. Dean felt himself responding and was surprised that he was already at half mast. God when was the last time he'd gone twice in a row?

Hands already at work Dean nuzzled into Sam's neck. "Fuck Sammy, so hot." He groaned before sucking another mark onto that soft skin. Sam looked at him with an almost predatory gaze and pushed him back, moving Dean so that he was on his back with Sam on top licking behind Deans ear in much the same manner Dean had earlier. "Feels good." Dean groaned.

"My turn." Sam said as he pulled back and looked down into Deans face before dropping down for another soul crushing kiss. Electricity ran through Deans body and he felt like he was already on fire as Sam kissed and licked all down his body, biting at his nipples until they were sore and puckered. Dean was running his hands down Sam's hot little body and massaging at those perky breasts until Sam grabbed his hands and raised them above his head. "Leave them there." He ordered and another thrill shot through Dean.

Dragging his teeth on Deans abbs Sam sucked a hickey into the skin while Dean bucked up against Sam. "Christ Sammy." He moaned.

"Like that huh? Sam asked with a shit eating grin.

"Fuck yes!" Dean's words were rewarded when Sam did it again, a little harder. "Damnit Sam." He groaned out.

"Like it when I mark you up?" Sam asked in a husky voice.

"Yes, yes Sammy, love it." Dean said as Sam dipped his tongue into Deans navel then bit it. "Fuuuuk" Dean breathed out.

Before he had a chance to think Sam's hands closed over his steel hard erection. "Oh god." He moaned as his brother gave a few experimental pulls and watched Deans face for his reactions.

"Want me to Dean?" that grin was back and Sam's eyes were blown wide with lust.

"You don't have to Sammy" Dean croaked out, not wanting his brother to do anything he didn't absolutely want to do. But Sam just bent down and licked a fat stripe up Deans cock. "Holy fuck Sammy!" Dean couldn't help thrusting his hips up trying to get closer to that hot mouth. Sam didn't disappoint him, he opened up and took the head of Deans cock in giving it a suck then swirling his tongue all around the head while licking at the sticky mix of cum that was still on it.

It didn't take Sam long to get the hang of things and was working Dean over with his hand and his mouth with abandon. Dean lowered his hands and wound them into Sam's hair and held tight while his brother's head bobbed up and down on Dean's cock; going a little further each time while Sam's hand continued to work the bottom.

"Shit Sammy, you gotta stop, too close." Dean groaned out. With a sigh Sam lifted off with a pop and brought that long body back up over Dean to sear their lips together in another wet kiss. Dean slipped his hand down and rubbed at Sam's mound, letting a finger slide into his wet body while Sam's hips moved above it. Dean slid another finger in and felt the shudder run through him. Pulling his fingers out he grabbed Sam's hips pulling him up and positioning himself at Sam's entrance.

Eyes closed Sam tipped his head back as his body slowly slid down Deans cock. "OOOhhh" he moaned and just held himself still once he was fully seated. Dean pressed his fingers into Sam's hips needing him to move but also wanting him to really experience this new feeling. Finally, Sam started to move.

Bringing his knees up into a better position Sam brought himself up slowly and then let himself sink back down while letting out yet another long moan. Repeating the motion a little faster Sam opened his eyes and looked down into Dean's, his face awash in desire and pleasure.

Dean bucked up on the next thrust and Sam's eyes went wide. "Fuck" was all he managed to get out and from there he started to pick up his pace riding Dean harder and harder. Sam's nails raked against Deans chest, over his puckered nipples and down his already marked up skin but all Dean could think about was the feel of that tight pussy slamming down on him as he pushed up, trying to get as far inside Sam as possible.

Again, the slap slap of skin filled the small cell and both Dean and Sam were panting harshly, aware of nothing but the hot, all consuming need building between them. Dean's balls were so tight and his skin so hot with his desperate need to cum, but he tried to hold on, needing for this to be good for Sam. He was pulling down on Sam's hips with so much force to meet his thrusting hips that he knew he was bruising the skin but when he tried to loosen his hold Sam grabbed his hands and squeezed with his own fingers over Deans. Somehow Sam then moved his hands back to Deans chest and leaned down on his arms to change his angle and have something to push against, trying for more force.

The new angle must have been good because Sam let out a few holy shits and then was cumming and spasming all around Deans cock. At the first sign of Sam's release Dean let go and followed him over the cliff not caring about anything but his Sammy and this unbelievable feeling.

Completely sated the brothers both just collapsed into the thin mattress with Sam splayed on top of Dean. Neither seemed capable of speech and just lay there trying to catch their breath. Eventually Dean pulled Sam back into his embrace and rolled them back onto their sides while he placed a soft, tender kiss on his brother's shoulder while his fingers traced random patterns into Sam's smooth skin.

Sam nuzzled his nose into the crook of Deans neck and they just held each other until they heard the chanting wind down above them. Knowing they needed to get up and ready to meet the threat Dean still found it hard to let go of Sam's warm body to do so.

Once they were both dressed, they sat on the edge of the cot, side by side, but now it was starting to feel awkward since neither seemed to know what to say. Things had definitely gone a lot farther than either of them thought they would, and how were they supposed to explain the second time? Once was enough to make Sam a useless sacrifice so why had they both continued on?

Sam's knee started to bounce with what Dean assumed was nerves and he reached over laying his hand on it, it stopped moving immediately. Sam dropped his hands over Deans and they wound their fingers together as they listened to the sounds of the ritual above them.

"Okay?" Dean asked with a squeeze.

His brother's soft feminine features tightened into a look Dean didn't recognize but then softened out and he lay his head down on Deans shoulder letting go of some of the tension holding him rigid. "Yeah, it's just you know, it's been… and there's still… I just wish we could get this over with and get out of here."

"Me too." No sooner had the words left his mouth then they heard the three witches heading to the stairway leading to the basement. "Well looks like the wait is over Sammy boy." Dean said as he got to his feet to brace himself for whatever was about to happen. Sam stood at his side with his long black robe flowing around him and gave Dean a nod. Dean reached out and quickly adjusted the collar of the robe to hide one of the marks Dean left on Sam. No need to tip them off until it was too late, he thought with a small grin before turning back to the door.

Things from there seemed to happen quickly and yet slowly at the same time. As the door began to open the boys both braced to try and escape but a burst of light stunned them both and by the time Dean's senses returned to normal he was in handcuffs with a witch on each side holding a gun while the remaining witch held Sam. The leader had Sam's arm twisted behind his back and a knife pressed to the chest of his new female body. Sam was obviously struggling and trying to wrench free but his new body didn't have the strength his normal one did and the large man holding him easily kept him in place.

They were led out the door and up the stairs. There wasn't much of the cottage remaining above ground, only parts of the stone walls, the very large fireplace and chimney, and the opening in the floor that led down to the basement. In the middle of the floor was a large stone slab covered in blood from last nights victim. And set around the space were stands of flickering candles of all sizes. Some were in tall candelabras and some just set around on the floor.

Dean purposely stumbled a few times on the way up and did so again as he reached the main floor. Dropping down he tried to take out the two men holding him but was stopped by the leader. "Enough, unless you want me to slit this throat right now." The hard voice shouted out.

Dean knew he wouldn't do that so he continued trying to fight until he heard Sam cry out. Looking up the leader had cruelly cut down Sam's arm with the knife. "I might not kill her but I can sure make her suffer if you don't stop." With arms already grabbing him firmly, Dean stilled.

"Chain him to the hearth" the leader said and Dean was pushed over to the fireplace where an iron chain was hooked to his handcuffs. Then he was hit with the butt of one of the guns and dropped to his knees, stunned by the pain but thankfully not unconscious.

With Dean subdued the three witches circled Sam. They each held an old wooden bowl and after dipping their fingers into the liquid would flick them at Sam so that the drops landed on him while they started a new chant. They very slowly circled Sam three times then changed direction and repeated the process.

Sam was holding his arm trying to stop the flow of blood and his eyes met Deans in the low candlelight. They both gave the other an assessing look checking their injuries. Dean could feel a rage building inside him at the sight of his brother's blood still seeping between his fingers and down his arm. Sam's eyes also darkened seeing Dean on his knees wobbling as he tried to get to his feet. Dean figured he likely had another concussion since his vision was blurring a bit, but he had fought through worse.

The witches set their bowls aside by the fireplace and the leader picked up a much smaller one. Taking his knife, he slit his hand and dripped blood into the bowl. After the robed figure felt enough had dripped in he walked over to the other two men standing on either side of Sam, holding him still. Facing the shorter man, he waited for the offered hand and slid the knife down his palm waiting as the man let his blood drip into the bowl. Once complete he went to the larger man and again cut the offered hand, letting the blood drip in and mix with what was already in the bowl.

Moving to stand in front of Sam he raised the bowl into the air and again chanted in a language Dean had never heard. After a few minutes the witch then bowed down onto the ground in front of Sam holding the bowl out in front and repeating his chant. Once he gained his feet he stepped forward and dipping his finger into the bowl he traced symbols on Sam's forehead and each cheek.

Dean watched all of this taking place while also trying to look for anything he could find to pick the lock on his cuffs but didn't see anything he could use. Fucking witches. At least they seemed to love their ritual and were taking their time which gave Sam and him more time as well.

Setting the bowl down with the others on the stone fireplace the leader picked up a circlet of some weird leaves and flowers and walked back to Sam again holding it to the sky and to the ground while he chanted, then placed it on Sam's head.

"Well Sam, looks like its time." The leader said looking up at the full moon overhead. Stepping forward he untied the robe in its three places and pushed it off Sam's shoulders a moment before his eyes took in the dark spots and bite marks covering his skin. Sam gave him a huge smile and tilted his head to the side.

"Sorry but I wasn't on board with your plans so I thought I'd have a little fun." He smirked.

The leaders face turned purple while he looked back and forth between Sam and Dean, then he leaned towards Sam sniffing the air around him. "But, but… he's your BROTHER!" the disgust was evident in every word. It was clear this had never even occurred to him as a possibility.

Sam was still smirking as the witch drew back his arm and let it fly at Sam's head, knocking him to the floor. The rage in Dean exploded and he roared and charged forward yanking on the chain with all his might.

The other two witches were looking down at Sam in confusion and then at the leader for what to do. "Quickly, get the stuff for the transformation spell, we still have that one." He said pointing to where Dean was still trying to charge forward.

"I'm going to rip you're fucking throats out." Dean screamed at them as Sam came to his feet behind them looking for his moment to strike. The bolt holding the chain to the stone fireplace was loosening and Dean pulled on it with all his strength as it was freed from its mooring. Still handcuffed Dean charged towards the scattering witches with glittering eyes. One had managed to get his gun back out from under his robe but Sam leapt on his back hitting and biting and knocking the gun to the ground.

Dean went after the other two and used the iron chain as a weapon smashing it against the short one's head and smiling in sick delight when he dropped down. The he swung it at the leader but that one managed to avoid it. Dean was on him in seconds and they were fighting and rolling on the ground when they heard the gun go off. A quick glance showed that Sam had gotten the gun and shot the bigger witch who was now falling at Sam's feet. Using the distraction to his advantage Dean lunged at the leader again and had him pinned to the ground.

Dean could see that Sam was on the remaining witch with the gun pointed at him and Dean used his elbow and the back of his hands to hit the man under him until his skin suddenly started to smoke and sizzle.

Jumping back the boys watched as the three witches caught fire, screaming in pain. Their robes were now on fire as well and they were like human torches burning with an unholy red flame until nothing was left.

Dean had grabbed Sam's arm and pulled him outside the walls of the cottage and they watched as the three men were consumed by the strange flames. When the last flame winked out Dean felt something change under his hand and by the time he swung his head around his brother was standing before him in his normal sasquatch of a body. The brothers grinned at each other and Dean threw his arms around the taller man careful not to hurt his arm or jostle the robe he was holding around his nakedness.

"Good to have you back man." He said as he slapped the taller man on the back.

"So glad to be back. You have no idea man." Sam grinned back at him.

They both tempered down thoughts that they shouldn't be thinking of and instead gathered their stuff and headed back to where they left the impala a couple days before.

Once back at the car Dean looked over Sam's arm. It was still seeping blood and looked like it could use a few stiches at its deepest part but he wanted to wait till they got back to the motel where he could clean it properly. He gave Sam some large bandages to hold against it and they jumped into the impala, glad the motel wasn't too far away.

The next hour was filled with getting back to their room, cleaning and stitching Sam's arm, then each of them scrubbing all the accumulated grime off in the shower before flopping on their motel beds. They felt like heaven compared to the horrible cell the boys had spent the last few days in.

"God, I didn't think I was going to get all the sweat and dirt off. I think I shampooed three times." Dean said into the darkened room.

"I know right. I would have thought that with being in a different body that I might not be so gross but it all just stayed on me. I felt like taking a scrub pad to my skin in there." Sam chuckled.

Both men lapsed into their own thoughts for a minute then Sam's very masculine voice broke the silence. "Should we, ah, like, talk about what happened." He'd rolled onto his side facing Dean and in the bit of light shining in through the curtain Dean could just make out his brother's shape, but not his expression.

"Good God no! Look its like Vegas, whatever happened in the cell stays in the cell. Got it Sammy? Its done and gone and we're good now, right?"

"Yeah, I guess so." He sounded like he didn't quite agree but Dean let out a breath when he just said goodnight and rolled away facing the other wall instead of pushing the issue. The last thing Dean wanted to talk about was that very confusing thing they'd done. It was bad enough he couldn't stop thinking about it no way was he going to talk about it.

They both slept in until mid morning and silently packed up to head back to the bunker. They were both feeling so awkward and would jump anytime they came in contact with each other. It looked like Sam was going to try and talk a couple of times but thankfully he closed his mouth at the expression Dean would send him. They were on the road in no time and Dean relaxed as he sat behind the wheel. His favourite place to be in the whole world was behind the wheel of his 67 Chevy Impala, with his brother in the passenger seat beside him, as he drove across the country.

"How's the arm today?" He asked as he glanced at his brother and the frown marring his brow.

Sam looked down at his arm then back up at Dean. "It's fine. Had much worse." He said with a shrug.

"Good. Make sure you keep an eye on it for infection." He said in his best mother hen tone. "God knows what kind of bacteria was in that cell."

"Yes mom, I'll take care of it." Sam said with a roll of his eyes.

Dean chuckled and reached over to give Sam's shoulder a shove but the moment his hand made contact with his brother electricity shot through him. He yanked his arm back as Sam stiffened and they both turned to look ahead, the light moment now broken.

They stopped for lunch at a small diner and were both pretty quiet. Dean didn't even notice when the waitress started flirting with him but Sam did and frowned at her. She took the hint and backed off leaving them to their food. The booth was small and their knees bumped into each other every time one of them moved and Dean found he would shift his weight on purpose just so he could move his legs again and feel the brush of Sam's knee. But this was crazy. Sam was his brother, and a fucking man, and Dean needed to get his head out of his dick and stop the insane thoughts.

They found themselves back in baby without having said hardly five words to each other but they were both so lost in thought neither really noticed.

During the afternoon Sam dozed and Dean found himself glancing over at his brother's peaceful expression more and more often. It was like he couldn't keep his eyes off him for long. When Dean felt himself chub up he got angry at himself. This was his fucking brother. Besides he wasn't gay. Or he didn't think so anyway. Sure, there had been a handful of times he'd made out with a guy and maybe gotten a little handsy over the years but it had never gone further than that. There were always willing women waiting to take up Deans attention.

It wasn't like the thought of a male body turned him off or anything, he'd just never really paid too much attention. But now that he thought about it, Sam was definitely what Dean would consider attractive in a man. Sam was actually the only man Dean knew that made him feel kind of small and in some weird way he kind of liked it. Not only was Sam tall but he was so strong and well built since he took time to take care of himself, plus all the damn grave digging helped in defining all those muscles. His skin was smooth and seemed to always be tanned even though he was always layered up in clothes when outside. It was a shame really because Dean knew how he looked shirtless and had to admit even before this the sight had been something to look at. Now he was itching to see it again; maybe run his hands over those hard pecks. No, no, no, stop thinking that way! Yes, Sam was hot but he was still Deans brother so even if Dean did swing that way he was still hands off. Dean needed to just swallow this thing, whatever it was, and shove it to the very back of his mind like he did all the things he refused to think about.

By dinner Dean needed a drink. A few drinks. He'd originally planned to continue driving into the night only grabbing a few hours of sleep in the car but Sam still looked tired and the call of the sweet power of alcohol to help forget was too strong so Dean found a cheap motel to pull into.

"We're stopping?" Sam asked surprised.

"Yeah, we're both still pretty wrecked. I was thinking we could grab some food and a few drinks before turning in and getting some shut eye. How's that sound?

"Sounds great to me, you know I don't like you to push too hard with the driving, and we definitely didn't get much sleep this last week.

Dean grunted in agreement at that and went in to get them a room.

Dumping their stuff into room 7 of the Pine Ridge Motel they boys headed right back out to find a beer and some food. The motel clerk had recommended a place just down the street and Dean was pleasantly surprised to see it wasn't a dive.

The pub wasn't very busy on a weeknight but there were a few patrons inside and the place was neat and clean with a few large screen tvs up on the wall, a pool table in back, and polished real wood tables scattered around the room with menus piled in the middle. The wall to the left held a long wooden bar and Dean could see the door to the kitchen across the way from where they entered.

Sam headed off towards the washroom sign and Dean found them an out of the way table since the bartender told him to sit anywhere. When Sam sunk into his chair the waiter appeared and they both ordered a beer. Dean also ordered his usual burger, extra onion, and fries while Sam looked over his menu, ordering a Greek salad with chicken and a side of fresh bread drizzled in garlic butter that the menu said was made fresh at the bakery next door daily.

"Nice place." Sam said as he looked around. "Or at least nicer than your usual." he said with a grin.

"Yeah, lets hope the food is as good as it smells in here." Dean replied as the waiter set down their beers in front of them.

"Oh, don't you worry about the food, its really good here, you'll see." The waiter interjected then retreated back to the kitchen.

Dean reached behind his head and tried to rub the stiffness and ache out of his neck. Sam looked up and seemed fascinated by his hand for a minute before noticing that Dean was looking at him and dropping his gaze to his beer. He started to fiddle with the label of the beer.

"You're pretty quiet over there." Dean said with a nudge of his knee.

Sam shrugged. "Just tired. The last few days have been a lot. The last few months really. Hell, the last however many years, ya know?"

"Yeah, it has. Seems like we go from one crisis to another these days. Miss the old days of just driving around and hunting without the weight of the world weighing us down."

Continuing to pick at the label of his beer Sam ripped a piece off and threw it onto the table. "Exactly. I miss those days too. Just me and you, the car, the open road and nothing worse than a ghost, a ghoul or a werewolf." Sam ran his hands through his hair while he continued. "No constant demons and gods and magical marks or any of this other crap." Sam looked up. "Not that I don't like our life I just wish we could catch a break sometimes."

Dean knocked his knee against Sam's again. "Me too Sammy. Who knows, maybe once we get Mom and Jack back things will lighten up finally and we can find some balance. Get some actual decent sleep, go to a beach." He said as he thought about how his brother would look in a pair of swim shorts, long legs, muscled chest, damn.

This time it was Sam who knocked his knee into Dean. "Would love that, but when was the last time we had time to do anything just for fun or for us."

"Hey, didn't I go see that stupid foreign film with you a few weeks ago." Dean said affronted.

"You mean the one you slept through." Sam grinned at the memory.

"Hey not my fault. My eyes got tired from all those subtitles. Besides it was boring, nothing exploded in the whole movie."

"How would you know, you were asleep." Chuckled Sam.

"Next time I get to pick the movie."

Laughing Sam threw a piece of his ripped-up label at Dean. "Sounds like a date." He said lightheartedly until they both froze as the words sunk in. "I um, mean, whatever." He said turning red.

Dean laughed at his brother's expression. "Well, if it's a date I guess I better throw some dinner in there too." He said with an exaggerated wink that made his brother smile again. "Will you require flowers and candy?"

Sam laughed and bumped his knee against Deans again. "No, I don't require flowers or candy but I certainly wouldn't stop you." He said and held his hands up in the air.

"aaahh, a cheap date, just my kind." Dean said and had to duck as his brother swatted at his arm from across the small table.

Dean was laughing and dodging his brother's hand as the waiter showed up with their food which really did look good. He ordered them each another beer and dug in not bothering to stifle his moan of pleasure. The burger was heaven and as Dean chewed he caught Sam watching his mouth, his own lips slightly parted. Jerking his head down Sam dug into his Salad with another blush on his face.

Well this was getting interesting, Dean thought. But then he figured he had to be reading it wrong because no way was Sam thinking the same sick thoughts as Dean was himself. Giving his head a literal shake, he refocused on his food and they both lapsed into silence as they continued to eat.

It was Sam who let out the next sound of pleasure when he bit into his homemade roll. "Oh God Dean, you have to taste this." He held it out and Dean leaned in to take a bite with his lip brushing Sam's thumb. The moan that escaped wasn't just due to the deliciousness in his mouth but the heat that touch had brought with it.

Sam's eyes closed for a second then dropped to his plate again. "You're right Sammy, that thing is fucking good." Dean said to cover the moment.

A small smile crept back over Sam's face as he took another bite himself. "I wonder if we could just order a bunch of these to take back with us?" Normally Sam didn't eat a whole lot of bread but this stuff was fantastic. But then neither of them had had a whole lot of fresh baked goods either.

"We should definitely ask; these would be great with our morning coffee." Dean signalled the waiter and asked if they could box up a half dozen for them and was pleased when he was told it was no problem.

They continued eating with little sighs of pleasure here and there and Dean made a note to thank the clerk for the recommendation if he saw him again. Once the food was all gone Sam nodded towards the pool table and asked Dean if he wanted to play.

"I thought you were tired." Dean said as he took another swig of his almost empty beer.

"It's still pretty early Dean. I think I can manage a couple more hours."

"Well then, prepare to have your ass handed to you baby brother." Dean said with an exaggerated arrogance while straightening his collar and giving his brother his best cocky grin.

Sam laughed seeing a ghost of a much younger Dean in his brother's antics tonight. It had been way too long since Sam had seen that smug swaggering attitude that used to dominate his brother's personality. Years of pain and loss had beaten Dean down but if that brash attitude did ever make an appearance, it always warmed Sam's heart and brought him joy to see his brother like that.

They drew the game out and Sam put up a hell of a fight but Dean took the win as well as the next one. However, the third game Sam made a comeback and claimed his own victory before losing again in the fourth. "Alright, alright, enough, you win again." he said as Dean crowed about all his winning.

"I am the king Sammy."

"Yes Dean, you are the king." Sam both rolled his eyes and laughed at his brother's antics.

They had both topped off a couple more beers as they played and were feeling loose. "Another one Sammy?" Dean asked with a waggle of his eyebrows.

"If you remember we drove so I'm thinking we should probably head back now before we have to walk." Sam said sadly, not really wanting to leave.

Dean sighed, yeah, he didn't want to leave his baby here overnight so it was probably better they head back but he wished they could stay. It had been way too long since they'd just relaxed like this together and Dean missed it so much. Probably more than anything else.

Grabbing their box of rolls the boys headed back to the motel feeling relaxed in each others company. They each took turns having their showers and taking care of their teeth and were stretched out on their respective beds in sleep pants and soft tees as Dean searched for something on the tv to watch.

"Thanks for stopping Dean. I'm glad we had tonight, it was fun."

Dean shut the tv off since there was nothing interesting on anyway and went to get them each a beer out of the green cooler. "I'm glad too. It's been too long since we just had fun together." he said as he handed his brother one of the bottles.

Opening his beer Dean took a long swallow. As Sam tipped his head back and took his own drink Dean couldn't help running his eyes over his long neck and over the bobbing adams apple as he swallowed. As Sam's arm came back down the tee pulled slightly at the neck and Dean got a view of one of the marks he had left on Sam's body. Dean felt that now familiar heat and cleared his throat. Taking another drink he tore his eyes away from his brother and looked down at his lap for a moment to get himself under control. Looking back up, he caught Sam's eyes on him as well. "Can I ask you something?" Dean said questioningly.

"Sure." Sam said, his face open and his eyes a little glazed from the beer.

"What was it like, you know, when you were a girl? What did it feel like?"

Sam took another long swallow. "I don't know, its hard to describe. It felt like me but yet, not. I don't know. Like I had these new parts and I could feel them but they just felt like part of me. You know."

Not really but what was he supposed to say. "Sure." He said instead.

"I'll tell you some things really sucked, like the sitting to pee. Not going to miss that." He said with a grin.

"Yeah Yeah, Samantha, like you don't do that anyway."

Grabbing one of his pillows Sam hurled it at Dean with a laugh. "Jerk"

"Bitch." Dean replied automatically and threw the pillow back. After the laughter died down Dean hit Sam with another question. "So okay, sitting down to pee sucks but come on, the boobs, had to be nice having the boobs?" He waggled his eyebrows at his brother and tried not to think of how those boobs had tasted in his mouth.

Sam turned red again. "Damn it Dean." He said and again threw the pillow which Dean caught and threw back.

"What, there had to be some perks?" He said and saw Sam's eyes darken and a look of… something, pass over his face.

"No, it wasn't all bad, I guess, but then I was only in there a few days. I missed my body though. How would you feel if you woke up tomorrow and you were a woman?"

"What? No no noooo, I need my junk thank you very much." Dean laughed but then he thought about it. "I guess it would be pretty weird. I mean everything was so different, but yet you still kinda looked like you too."

"Oh trust me, it was definitely weird, everything felt off, like having to look up to you again. Been a long time since I've had to do that." Sam looked down at his hands. "I guess you liked it though, I mean the view, I guess."

This was encroaching on no talk territory but Dean surprised himself by answering. "I mean yeah, it was... I mean you were…. But I'm glad you're back to you though. I uh, I missed my brother. This brother." Dean said as he gestured towards Sam.

"I have to say that surprises me. I mean you did seem pretty hot for me." This was said in a teasing tone and even though Deans gut clenched at the words he kept it light and this time he threw his own pillow at his brother.

"Cut it out Bitch." Sam threw the pillow back with another laugh.

"Any other questions you are just dying to know?" Sam asked with something Dean didn't understand behind his eyes.

"Hey who else could possibly tell me how different men feel than women, from the inside I mean." His voice cracked at the end and he hoped Sam didn't notice it.

"Yeah well, it's not something you can really put into words other than to say completely different yet also somewhat the same, if that makes any sense at all."

"So no tips for telling me what women really want eh?" Dean had meant it as a joke but the look on Sam's face sobered him up.

"I uh, I don't think you need any tips in that department."

Dean looked at Sam's flushed face, something hot and needy in his brother's eyes and his body tightened as heat spread through him like fire, causing his dick to fully harden. Dean adjusted his weight on the bed and hoped his legs and arms successfully blocked the view of his obvious erection.

"So you ah, you…" Dean searched for the words as he cleared his throat. "You ah, liked it then." He said, happy the room was somewhat darkened with just the table lamp on and not the bright overhead light since he could feel the blush all the way down his body.

Sam looked to be struggling with his words just as much as Dean had. "I… I, God this is weird." He carded his hand through his hair. "Yeah, I thought it was pretty clear that I enjoyed it. It wasn't like anything I've ever felt before but it was good. Okay, really good." He admitted honestly.

"For me too." Dean found himself responding to Sam's openness even though he really didn't want to be talking about this. "It was, I don't know how to explain. Different than it usually is. You know, better." Dean took another sip of his beer but it was empty so nothing came out. Sam was still just watching him with those eyes of his, like he was looking right through him and Dean needed to deflect, not think about why it was better, why he had these feeling swirling in his guts, so he slapped on another joking grin. "Of course, who knew you were so good with that pretty mouth of yours Sammy, have anything to share with the class there?"

Sam choked on his saliva and coughed. "Not that it's any of your business but I had an experience, just once, at Stanford." He said clearly uncomfortable with the admission but for some reason feeling the need to be open with Dean tonight.

Dean's eyebrows shot up and his eyes widened. "Really?"

"Yes, if you must know. Of course, now I have to wonder about it since it turned out Brady was a damn demon. But I think it was when he was still human since it was before his personality change."

Dean let all that sink in and winced. He remembered the demon that had been Sam's friend and introduced Sam to Jessica just to screw with him and eventually kill her. "Shit even more reason that son of a bitch needed put down." Dean looked at his brother's pain filled eyes but he still saw an openness on his face so he pressed on. "So, like, you had sex with him?"

Bringing his knees up in front of him Sam wrapped his arms around them and rested his chin on top of his knees. "Sort of. Sexual activity but no um, penetration." His voice was so soft Dean had to lean a little forward to hear it. "I think I would have but then he changed, I don't know how to describe it. We were still friends and hung out but I just didn't feel… that way about him anymore. Anyway, that's when he introduced me to Jess."

"I can't believe I had no idea about this. What other dirty little secrets are you hiding over there?"

"Hey, I just spilled something major, maybe its your turn to play. What's your dirty little secret?"

"Shit Sam, we're gonna need more beer for that conversation." He said as he got up, thankful his erection had gone down enough that hopefully Sam didn't notice as he adjusted himself once his back was to his brother. Grabbing two bottles from the cooler and holding them with one hand he cracked the curtain a little to let in the light from out front of the motel room. Then after giving his brother a beer, he reached over to shut the lamp off. "If we're going to be having this discussion, I think darker is better." Sam grunted his approval.

"Okay where were we?" He said as he cracked his beer and took another big drink to build his courage.

"Have you ever, with a guy?" Sam asked.

"No. I mean yeah I kissed a few and there were a couple that we like, fuck I cant believe I'm telling you this. Ok, there were a couple… two, that we ah gave each other hand jobs. But that's it, that's as far as I've been with a guy."

"Why?" Sam asked quietly.

"I don't know. There were just always available women and it was just easier I guess. Easier to see myself as completely straight if nothing ever really happened."

"Are you, ah, completely straight?" Dean had expected the question but he still hesitated. Was he? "I thought so. Or maybe tried to think so."

"But you don't know?" Sam seemed to be pushing him, gently, but still pushing him for some reason.

Thinking of how he'd been feeling the last 24 hours and the thoughts he'd been having, Dean wasn't sure of anything anymore. Dodging the question, he decided to ask one of his own. "Well what about you, one experience in collage, does that even count?"

"I don't know what I am. Maybe bi. I mean yeah, I've only acted on it the one time but there have been other times I've wanted to. I mean I tried not to be, you know. Dad would have flipped if I'd ever… experimented with that side of myself back when I was a teenager and after Jess, well it just wasn't an option."

Now it was Deans turn to push a little. "Why um, why wasn't it an option?" He asked, a catch in his chest as the words hung in the air between them.

"I don't know. I guess I just couldn't find anyone that could measure up I guess."

Dean's chest tightened even more. "Measured up to who? Brady?" He asked.

"No, God no. I just, I guess there is an image in my head and no man has ever measured up. At least with girls its like you said, easier."

"Do you still want to try it? with a guy I mean?" Dean asked trying to keep his voice even.

"I don't know. Maybe. With the right person. What about you, ever want to?"

"Maybe." Dean answered and they both fell silent, not sure what to say.

Deans heart was racing and his skin prickled and tingled as he thought of his brother possibly feeling like he was. But shit, they were brothers. They certainly shouldn't be talking about this let alone thinking it. It was wrong. Right? Of course, in the grand scheme of things was this more wrong than anything he had already done in his life? He had spent years torturing souls in hell for Christs sake would a little incest really put a dent into his list of transgressions.

Dean looked over towards Sam's bed, he could see that Sam was now laying down under his blanket but was clearly just as lost in thought as Dean was. Sam's head turned towards him and the low light from the window reflected in his eyes as he stared at Dean. Shit, shit, shit he thought but still found himself moving off his bed, pulling back the blanket on Sam's and slipping under.

Dean lay on his side and faced Sam who also turned onto his side so that they were face to face. Dean waited for Sam to say something, kick him out or ask what he was doing but he didn't. Instead, he brought a hand up and ran his fingers down the side of Dean's face. Turning into Sam's hand Dean took a deep breath through his nose to inhale the scent of his brother's skin. He'd always loved the way Sam smelled, even though he could get quite rank sometimes from how much he sweat. The underlying scent of Sam was still always pleasant.

"Are you sure about this Dean? I don't have girl parts anymore."

Dean covered Sam's hand and pressed it harder into the side of his face. "I know and I don't care about that." He said honestly. Yes, the girl parts were fun but they weren't Sam, not really. This was his Sam, the man he lived with and laughed with and hurt with. The person who had been to hell and back and still looked at Dean like he could do anything. Dean ran his hand up over Sam's bare arm then slipped it behind his head and brought their faces together so that he could capture his brother's lips in a kiss. He tasted like beer but also like he did the last time they were together like this. Damn, was that only like 24 hours ago? It felt like so much longer. Like he had been waiting for this for so much longer.

Sam's tongue swept into his mouth and the kiss deepened. "Damn Sammy, you're a fucking good kisser." Dean gasped as they came up for some air.

"I can honestly say the same about you." He replied huskily.

Dean nipped at Sam's chin while Sam rubbed his face against Dean's and then kissed him again. Long, wet, deep and just the way Dean liked, lots of tongue and the odd nip with sharp teeth. Dean was already working on getting Sam's shirt off and as Sam lifted for him he also asked, "Are you really sure about this Dean. We can stop and its fine."

"I should be asking you that. I want this, I'm more worried you're the one going to regret this." Dean said as they stared at each other in the dark.

"I can't stop thinking about it De, about how it felt, to have you inside me. I want to feel that again but as me."

Dean pulled him close enough to rest his forehead against Sam's. "Me too. You have no idea. Its all I thought about last night laying in bed, and all day today."

"Yeah? But um, I know… you were you then but I'm not the same and what if you only want the way I was." Dean could hear the fear and worry behind the words.

"Sammy, it's not that female body I've been fantasizing about all day, its this one." He ran his hand down over Sam's hard chest down the ridges and valleys of his abbs and came to rest on the hard erection tenting Sam's sleep pants. "Its you, just as you are now, just as you have always been. My Sammy. Mine." He settled his mouth over Sam's again drinking in his lips as his hand stroked the hard cock under his palm.

Sam pushed up on Deans shirt and he had to let go of Sam to get it off, so he used the time to pull the rest of his clothes off as well and watched as his brother did the same. Now Dean was wishing he'd left the light on because he wanted to see all that warm brown skin that stretched for miles over taut muscles. Thankfully the light that did come in made it so that he could at least see a little and they weren't fumbling in the dark.

Sam's hands ran down Deans back while Dean snaked a hand behind his brother's neck and brought him in for another kiss. Fuck he loved the taste of Sam's mouth, the feel of his lips, the way they moved against Deans, how he didn't hold anything back and dove right in with full confidence of his ability.

Dean had never gone for the meek or submissive type, the girls that had to be seduced and were unsure in bed. No, Dean liked someone who knew their body and what they wanted. Not that he always wanted it rough, sometimes a little tender was nice too as it had been with Sam the first time. But what he was attracted to was usually a certain boldness and confidence and Sam definitely had that with the way he was pushing Dean onto his back and ravishing his mouth, hands roaming and digging in to tender spots.

Sam was now half draped over Dean and rubbing his cock into Deans hip drawing moans out of both of them while his hand inched its way down towards Deans own cock. The anticipation of those long fingers on his member made Dean's breath hitch as he tried to push forward towards those creeping fingers. Finally, Sam's hand ghosted over the top of the straining cock and Dean bit back a groan, needing more.

"Want that De? Want me to touch you?"

"God yes!" Dean breathed as Sam's fingers finally closed around the shaft and gave a slow pull. Sam started to move his body down while he gave Dean another hard pull then his wet mouth closed over the top, licking the beads of precum from the tip before giving a hard suck.

"Oh fuck Sammy, so good." Dean moaned.

Sam's mouth was moving further down with each bob of his head and his hand had a firm grip of the base, mimicking the movements of his hot mouth and Dean was going crazy with need. Shit his brother was good at this Dean thought as he let himself indulge in the incredible feelings. Grabbing Sam's shoulders, he eventually pulled the other man away.

"Dean?" Sam asked in the darkness.

"Too close."

"S'good, want you to cum in my mouth." Sam said as he continued to stroke Deans throbbing cock.

"Oh man you're killing me. Next time, K? This time I want us to do this together." Dean pushed Sam over onto his back. "But first lets get you ready." Moving himself down his brother's body Dean brought himself down to Sam's cock. "Fuck Sam, this thing is huge." He grinned before licking a strip up the underside of his brothers large, warm, dick. At the sounds coming from Sam's throat Dean swirled his tongue around the top and licked into the slit at the top. Sam's hips bucked up causing Dean to grin again before closing his lips over the top and softly suckling. He suckled for a minute then let go to lick at the slit again, then back to suckling, and by the sounds of it Sam was really enjoying his brother's ministrations.

When Sam started bucking his hips up again Dean opened his mouth further and sucked downwards swallowing a fair amount of Sam's dick into his mouth before releasing it and bobbing back up just to repeat the process and go further down each time. Dean found he was actually enjoying this, not just the noises Sam was making but the feel of this part of him in Deans mouth, hard and hot and fucking amazing.

Dean caught on quickly and figured out how to hollow his cheeks and open his throat so he could take more and more into the back of his throat. His eyes started to water but he never slowed down. He was actually thinking how much he wanted to feel Sam cum in his mouth when Sam pulled away and reminded him of his earlier want. "Together Dean, remember." He croaked out unsteadily.

With one final suck and swirl of his tongue he lifted off and brought himself up the full length of his brother's hard body until their dicks were pressed against each other, wet from spit, and throbbing. Dean gave a thrust of his hips rubbing them together and they both moaned at the friction. Sam wrapped one of his large hands around both cocks and Dean wrapped one of his hands around on top of Sam's while his other arm braced his weight and they began to work together jacking them both off at the same time. Dean couldn't help the small thrusts of his hips or the ragged moans torn from his throat, his only focus was on the incredible feeling of his dick against Sam's as they jacked themselves into white hot oblivion.

One of them shouted and Dean had no idea which one it was, but he was the one who came first, quickly followed by Sam as he felt his brother orgasm. It was fucking incredible and Dean pumped their hands until every last drop was spilled between them. Bringing his hand up to taste their mixed cum, he then let Sam kiss him and lick it out of Deans mouth.

Dean finally collapsed onto his back beside his brother, both of them weak and panting, stomachs covered in cum. "Holy fuck Sam, that was…."

"I know right?"

"Shit why didn't we do this sooner?" Dean questioned.

"I don't know, stupid I guess." Dean heard the grin even if he couldn't quite see it.

"Lights on next time?"

"For sure." Sam yawned and turned so that he was cuddled into Deans side and Dean wrapped his arm around the younger man. He heard Sam slip into a peaceful sleep not long after but he lay there a while thinking of all the things he wanted to do to Sam now that they were doing this. Whatever this was. But Dean still wouldn't let his mind go too far. Sex seemed to be happening but he didn't want to examine it further than that. At least not tonight. Right now he just wanted to hold his brother close and rest, so finally he did.

If Dean had thought things would change between him and Sam, he was pleasantly surprised that not much did. They headed back to the bunker and continued looking for a way into the Alternate Universe their mom and Jack were stuck in and they worked together through the day pretty much as they always had. They still teased each other, still got annoyed at the same shit they always had, Sam still rolled his eyes at Dean at least 3 times a day. Life was much the same except it was also so much better. Now Sam slept in Deans bed or Dean slept in Sam's and at night they came together, not only finding immense physical satisfaction but also an emotional one as well. Dean still didn't like to think about the emotional stuff but he would spend all his free time planning things to do to his brother in the night or have his brother do to him.

The first time Sam let him fuck him Dean thought he had died and gone to heaven, there was no way anything could ever feel this good. The way his body welcomed Dean in and gripped his dick so tight like it was trying to hold him inside his brother's hot body. Nothing had ever felt so good. Well until he let Sam fuck him that is. Completely different feeling but damn, just as good. To be able to let go of his control and trust Sam to take care of him. The feeling of having Sam inside him, fucking into him, finding the same pleasure Dean felt in his place was almost more than Dean could bear. God, he loved it. Craved it. Needed his brother in a way he couldn't explain to himself. But for all the incredible stuff they did to each other in the dark of night Dean still wouldn't actually talk about it or acknowledge his feelings.

Everything came to a head though when they finally made it into that other world. Dean stood there looking at his brother's dead body and felt like he had died as well. Sure, he managed to move his body and get the other people out but he left his heart and his very soul in that tunnel with Sam. He fully planned to go back to get his brothers body and once everyone was safe he knew he was going to follow Sam, be with him in death if not in life anymore. He finally admitted to himself just how deeply and completely he was in love with his brother. Dean knew he could not carry on without Sam.

However, before Dean could head back to the tunnel Sam came walking into camp and Dean felt himself come alive again. Every single cell of his body responded to his brother's presence and it was so hard not to just take him there in front of everyone (and his mother). But he held off and when he was able to finally get some privacy with Sam his heart raced. He stared at Sam and Sam stared at him, their eyes saying so much. They talked about lucifer and mom and jack and Dean doesn't even remember what else but it was all superficial in that moment, all that mattered was Sam was alive. Knowing this wasn't the time or place he held his tongue on all the things he now knew he needed to say to Sam. They would save these people, get home, then he would finally tell Sam what was in his heart.

His hands shook when Sam's hand settled on top of Deans and they smiled at each other then got up and went to work. It was hard fought but they managed it, Sam even managed to leave Lucifer behind, much to Jacks chagrin and Deans delight.

Once they were finally alone, all the refugees situated for a bit and everyone settled down, Dean and Sam locked themselves in Deans room. They sat on the edge of the bed just looking at each other and lightly touching, marvelling in each others presence.

"Damn Sam, I almost lost you, again."

"But you didn't, I'm right here." Sam soothed.

Tears gathered in Deans eyes. "I felt like I died right along with you. I can't do that again, you gotta stop leaving me man." Sam pulled Dean into his arms and held him close.

"I'll never leave you if I can help it Dean. You know how much I love you; I'm going to fight to stay right beside you where I belong."

They both had tears at this point and Dean inhaled his brother's musky scent as he held on. "I can't lose you, ever. You're everything to me." Dean pulled back and looked Sam in the eyes. He took a deep breath and finally said the words he had been holding back. "I love you Sam. Not brother love or friend love but the you mean everything to me kind. The I can't live without you kind."

Sam whole face softened even more. "Well that's good because that's exactly how I feel about you. God Dean, it's always been you, even when I didn't know that it was, even when I didn't want it to be and I ran away. Always been you and me just like you once said. I love you too."

Dean pulled Sam in for a tender kiss. This wasn't about sex or physical pleasure; Tonight was all about love and the connection they shared, and if that happened to be something from a chick flick well for tonight Dean was just gonna go with it.

The end