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Chapter Five

After finishing the left over spaghetti both men lay stretched out on their respective beds watching an episode of the Gilmour Girls and discussing who from the show would make the hotter date chick.

Sam sniffed the air and made a face at Dean.

"Man you really smell"

"Shut up"

Sam stood and opened a window by the kitchen. He dramatically fanned in fresh air to reinforce his point.

Dean sniffed himself again and scrunched up his face. He was getting worse. He knew it, Sam knew it. It was just a matter of time before….he shuddered at the thought.

Suck it up Dean. You is a fugly smelly guy.

He looked up at Sam and smiled, trying to hide his embarrassment. Sam looked down at his big brother sympathetically. He didn't speak though. No need to make this easy on the older man.

Dean sighed heavily and studied his hands. He picked at the bandages with his red fingers until he felt Sam's disapproving look break through his skull. Letting his hands drop into his lap he looked up and held his brothers gaze.

"I think I'll have a shower tomorrow"

"Really?" Sam raised his eyebrows and sat on his bed, facing Dean. He braced his elbows on his knee's and smiled sympathetically at the older Winchester.

"You're going to need help Dean"

"I know"

Sam was taken aback more so by the softness of Dean's voice than by his acceptance of the offer.

"Dean it's ok, you just need a little help. It's nothing to be ashamed about."

"Yeah, but still"

"No shower though"

"What?" Dean looked up with a slight panic haunting his eyes. Sam smiled again to calm his sibling.

"You can't get your hands wet, so it'll have to be a wash only. No shower."

Dean thought for a few moments and then looked up at Sam with a slightly more relaxed expression. That was a much, much better idea. Less embarrassment there than having to be washed while he stood in a shower.

"Ok, but you never mention it again"

"Yeah ok dude"

"Seriously Sam. You mention it and I swear Donald will be a story on everyone's lips"

It was now Sam's turn to be haunted by panic.

After Dean had eaten a bowl of Lucky Charms Sam followed him into the bathroom. Dean kept his head down, he just couldn't meet Sam's eyes. This was just too embarrassing. He was the older brother, big brother. He wasn't a baby. Yet he needed help. He had to let Sam help.

Sam had shouted out Jessica's name again in the middle of the night. Had sat bolt upright staring at the ceiling until he had his breathing under control. Once calmed, he'd glanced at Dean. His brother hadn't moved so Sam had laid back down and attempted more sleep.

But Dean was awake, he'd seen his brother panic, heard him shout her name. Wanted to run to him, hold him , make it all better. But he couldn't , something inside him had stopped him. Sam was a man now. As hard as that had been on Dean, to know his brother no longer needed him like he had growing up, he was still proud that his baby brother had become a man. When he pushed past the abandonment issues, the jealousy of Sam's freedom, John's pride when telling everyone his son was in college, neglecting to mention Dean by his side, when he got passed all that he was impressed with the man Sam had become. He was always an open child. Never fearful to show his true feelings. But as an adult Sam wore his emotions on his sleeve yet carried on walking forward with his head held high. No matter what life threw at him. No matter what Dean threw at him.

Dean sat on the closed toilet seat while Sam filled the sink full of warm water. He threw some towels to the floor around Dean's feet and soaked a face cloth in the soapy water.

"Ok?"

"Yeah"

Sam pulled Dean from his T-shirt and winced at the bruises around his brothers torso.

"It's fine dude, honestly"

"Yeah, well, you were lucky"

"Luck had nothing to do with it. You may not be able to fight fire with fire alone, but add rock salt and lighter fuel and that friggin spirit didn't stand a chance against me"

"Ah yes, the mighty Dean Winchester. Courageous and fearless as long as he's not at twenty thousand feet"

Sam ducked the daggers Dean threw his way and set about getting rid of the awful smell that decided to make Dean it's own.

"Ready"

"Just get it over with"

"I'll take that as a yes"

Sam wrung out the cloth and paused above Dean's shoulder. He knew he couldn't make this into a moment, knew he couldn't let Dean see he was enjoying what was about to be the BIGGEST damn chick flick moment ever. But he was, he did. Big brother was letting him help and Sam was delighted. For all Dean did for him, for all he'd bared the brunt of from their father to angry spirits, he owed Dean. This was a little chance at some payback.

Plus watching his brother squirm was a delight in itself.

Sam gently wiped the cloth around Dean's right shoulder, the dirt and soot there was stubborn enough to need more of a scrub than a wipe so Sam threw caution to the wind and set about cleaning his brother. The sudden added pressure made Dean's body sway but Sam held on to his other shoulder and scrubbed until Dean's skin could be seen beneath the grime.

He really should have insisted on this earlier. He was filthy.

Rinsing the cloth Sam grimaced as the water took on a slight grey colour. He cleaned the other shoulder, again holding Dean steady. Dean for the most part kept his eyes trained on the opposite wall and tried to count how many tiles were there. After what seemed an eternity his shoulders were clean, and as much as he hated to admit it (and there was no way he was going to admit it out loud) the feeling of being clean, of being sweet smelling once again was a relief. Sam was keeping quiet, working away at helping his brother and for that Dean was eternally grateful. He'd feared that he would have had to sit through a running commentary from little brother. His silence was touching.

Dean's mind began to wonder back to the girls he'd met, the one who had bathed him, he quickly brought his thoughts back to the present when Sam broke through his reverie.

"Lift your arm"

Dean couldn't look at him, not yet. He did however raise his arm and restrained himself from slapping his brother upside his head when he caught the smirk on Sam's face.

"You're loving this aren't you?"

"No"

"Liar"

"Bitch"

Sam held Dean's arm high as he cleaned the limb, once both were done he again held Dean's arm away from his body as he carefully cleaned his torso, wringing out the cloth again, adding more soap, scrubbing his brother's chest to get all the grime from the skin. Dean winced but kept quiet. Sam hated hurting his brother but if he stayed dirty he was bound to end up with some nasty fungus thing. The thought of having to live with a fungus infested brother was just too much for Sam to think about.

He rinsed Dean's chest and ribs, grabbing a towel to dry him off before the water pooled in his lap. Dean's eyes were drooping and his breathing was calm and even. Sam smiled as he soaked the cloth again and gently leaned his brother forward. He scrubbed his back, no need to be gentle, there were no bruises to mind. Sam couldn't see it but Dean's eyes had closed completely under the care of his brother's touch. He always loved his back being rubbed, usually it was a pretty girl, usually it was a naked pretty girl. But for some reason, a reason he refused to dwell on, Sam's touch was comforting and much missed. Those years away really had taken their toll on Dean. He'd missed his brother's hand on his shoulder, his head on his arm when he'd fallen asleep watching a movie. The little things that brought family so close, the sitting next to each other on a couch, unaware their arms were touching yet both so comfortable and safe they didn't need to acknowledge the contact.

These things that made brothers what they were. Family.

Sam rinsed the cloth again and noticed Dean hadn't tried to sit up, he was slumped forward, elbows on his knee's , head lulled. Sam wiped down Dean's back again, he had to scrub around his neck and hair line which was covered in soot. He looked at his brother's hair.

"Dean?"

Nothing.

"Dean?" Louder this time.

"Mmmm?"

"Gonna have to wash your hair"

"Oh Sammy no"

"Sorry brother, but it's covered in soot."

Sam turned on the shower and Dean reluctantly swivelled on the toilet seat so he could lean forward over the bath. He glared at Sam until his brother put his hand in his hair and showed him the black soot that came away.

"Lean forward"

"Hate this"

"Shut up and lean forward"

Sam wet his brothers hair and then applied a liberal amount of shampoo. He scrubbed harder than he had Dean's shoulders and watched as the bubbles began to turn black. He rinsed , making sure to get behind Dean's ears and then repeated the procedure until the bubbles stayed a pure white colour.

Dean for the most part tried to keep focused on the tub, the colours, the scratches, but the fingers through his hair felt so good and the feeling of being soot and sweat free was beginning to lighten his mood.

Suzi was gonna love him.

TBC

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