AN: Totally sorry I took so long with this chapter. I've been thrust into another class at school in lieu of internship incapability with this COVID sitch. I've been procrastination with that and with this and just being super weird and overwhelmed. Be patient with me please! Warning: sexy times ahead.

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The couple didn't look sick, but they looked tired and afraid. They stood there staring at each other for a long moment.

"Supply room is open now," Dean decided to say calmly. "Plenty of medicine in there. Equipment too. If you know someone that's sick, it could help them." The woman bit her lip and the man tried to assess Dean where he stood. "I'm going to bring this to someone who needs it now. You go ahead and help yourself inside, okay?"

The woman began to pull the man with her to get around the car toward the open doors. Dean slowly made his way around the other side and waited for the doors to close behind them to reach into his pocket for the keys. He hit the panic button, pointing it at a different section of the parking lot each time until an alarm started going off. He spotted it, turned off the alarm and shoved the keys back in his pocket, picked up the box and made his way as quickly as possible to the CRV. It was black, like Baby. Looked fairly new as he unlocked the doors and through the box in the backseat. He threw his duffle into the passenger seat and shut the door.

After locking the doors and starting the vehicle, seeing there was a full tank of gas in it, he started his way out of the parking lot and pulled out his walkie.

"Simon, this is Garfunkel. Do you read?"

"You're Simon."

"What?"

"Never mind. Are you on the way back yet?"

"Am I ever," he told him. Sam could detect the sound of victory in his voice.

"I take it you were successful."

"On the first try and everything," he replied. "Dude, I finally ran into some people with heartbeats."

"Are you okay? Did they try anything?"

"They were scared, but no they didn't try anything. I think I surprised them. Pretty sure they had no idea what to do."

"What happened?"

"Just pointed them in the direction of supplies and everything was golden. I'll be home in less than twenty minutes."

"That's awesome!"

"Everything ready to go?"

"Yeah. Just put whatever stuff you got into the crate when you get in."

"Might need to take a few trips. Luckily a lot of this stuff is wrapped in plastic still. Just gotta take the wrapping off and it's good to go."

"Even the tanks?"

A feeling of cold fear shot down Dean's spine. "Son of a bitch!" he yelled at himself. "How the hell do you forget…" Something in the back seat caught his eye. He'd just opened the door to throw the box inside earlier, but on the other side was a stack of boot-sized boxes. When he saw the name on them, he couldn't believe luck had played in their favor.

"Dean? Are you there?"

"Got something better than tanks. You remember that commercial with the old people?"

"Uh…"

"You know. The one with the old lady who can't keep control of her little cart with the tank in it?"

"Oh. The one with the… You found an Inogen?"

"I found like four of them."

"Why do we need four?"

"I don't know!"

"Okay…well, maybe when Charlie gets back from DC she might want one."

"See?" Dean replied. "We totally need them."

.~*~.

"Just put the stuff on the table and sit down and wait for me," Dean shouted from where he showered within the decontamination tent.

"I can have everything wiped down before you get out of there, Dean," he argued.

"I don't want you accidentally inhaling something!"

"I have a mask!"

"Will you just wait for me?"

"Will you stop being so paranoid?"

"Dude, you go out there and see the world right now and ask me that again."

"I get it. I do. But I'm suited up for this and I'm getting it started. I'm not an invalid." Dean growled but didn't argue further, so Sam started pulling things out of the duffle. "Holy crap! Did you leave anything behind?"

"I didn't figure you'd need blood pressure meds," Dean called back. Sam snickered.

Dean had rubbed his skin red in some places by the time he turned the water off and reached for a towel. He looked down at Sam's progress as he dried off, his mouth turning up on one side at how meticulous his brother was being with each bottle. Maybe his OCD was a good thing right now.

By the time he was mostly dressed and making his way down the stairs, Sam had finished with the duffle and was now starting to rummage through the large box. "What's the rush?" he asked as he pulled on a tee shirt. Sam glanced over at him in enough time to see the damp skin of his abs before the cloth covered them. He bit his bottom lip.

"I missed you," Sam said simply as he went back to work.

"I missed you, too," Dean replied with a furrowed brow as he grabbed a pair of gloves.

"I was kind of hoping I could finish this up and you could go make us something to eat while I hit the shower and change."

"What's the rush?"

Sam looked up at him then and Dean realized that his brother's pupils were slightly dilated. He'd come to know that that meant Sam wanted to be doing something else entirely with Dean. It hit him right in the gut, a sensation that had been part of this new development between them.

"You just cleaned up," Sam said. "No reason to contaminate yourself again. I can finish up here."

Dean swallowed. "Okay," he finally replied. "Uh…what are you hungry for?"

"Something sweet," Sam replied in a low voice as he went back to work.

.~*~.

When Sam entered the kitchen after his shower, hair still dripping freckles onto one of Dean's old tee shirts Sam always stole because it was soft and comfortable, Dean was putting a bowl on the table. Sam laughed. "Is that candied bacon?" he said as he approached the table.

Dean looked up at him, admiring how his shirt fit Sam's chest. He looked him over for a moment, hair dripping, sweatpants barely hanging onto his hips, mismatched socks. His mouth was suddenly dry. "I couldn't really think of anything else sweet that wasn't just a flat-out dessert," he explained as Sam stepped closer to him.

"That's okay," Sam told him in a lowered voice. "I mean, it's bacon." He reached over and grabbed a slice, taking a bite. "Wow," he said as he chewed it. He realized that Dean's eyes were fixed on Sam's mouth. "This is actually pretty good." He expected an "Of course it is. I made it," from his brother. But Dean seemed distracted. "You want a taste?" Sam asked in a low voice.

Dean nodded mutely and watched Sam take another bite, chew and swallow, and then move closer to Dean. Sam's mouth met Dean's, opening and carefully swiping the tip of his tongue over Dean's. Dean's mouth opened wider and he pressed himself up against Sam as the kiss became more intense. Sam wiped his hand on his pants before grabbing either side of Dean's face.

This was Dean's favorite part of everything. He rarely had to initiate anything with Sam, and it was quite freeing because Sam always seemed to know when Dean wanted to be close to him. He loved that Sam took the lead. It made him feel like less of a freak trying to take advantage of his little brother. Not that there was anything little about him. Literally.

"Hey," Sam said between kisses. "Let's go the bedroom." An' hell yes it sounded like a great idea to get off his feet and tangle up with the love of his life. They started moving without thinking, heading toward the room they now shared. Not either of their previous rooms, mind you, but a larger one that was a lot more logical for shoving two beds together in.

They were holding hands again. Not groping and walking; that was dangerous as they found out the hard way after tripping up a step and nearly killing the mood. Just holding hands and looking at each other in excitement and love and…just something that could never exist outside of the two of them.

Once they were in the room, Sam turned to Dean and pulled off the shirt he'd just put on moments ago, then took off his own as Dean watched, dumbfounded. It made Sam smile that Dean was still so damned shy about this. It made him shove Dean onto the bed with all the more impatience. His mouth went right to Dean's carotid and just past it under his ear where he knew it made him crazy to be touched. He smiled when Dean's hips almost involuntarily pressed up into his.

Then Sam realized something. Sure, he was very much into what was going on right then, but he was a lot more out of breath than he normally would be during this kind of activity. His head swam for a moment and he had to back away for a moment.

"Sammy?" Dean's hands went to the sides of Sam's face, his own washed with concern.

"It's okay," Sam insisted. "I'm just…"

"Outta breath," Dean finished for him and gently turned him to lie down beside him on the bed. "Maybe we should hold off on the…"

"No!" Sam protested. "Hell no! Damnit, Dean…"

"I'm just saying maybe you should take it easy is all."

"But De…" he whined, then took Dean's hand and pressed it to the front of his sweatpants. Dean bit his lip at the hardness he felt under his fingers. "I'm fine. Please…"

Dean was trying to weigh the facts. Sam was sick. He needed to take it easy. Was it taking advantage if he let him keep going? Or was he being too hard on him—no pun intended. Because he was definitely in the same situation as Sam as far as pants went, and he definitely didn't want to stop any more than Sam did.

"Okay, Sammy, just…" He pressed Sam's shoulders down into the mattress. "Just lie there and…let me take care of you." Sam might've had something to say to that, but Dean's mouth was on his in a deep kiss, and he felt his body settling over him.

Sam really liked when Dean's weight was fully pressing over him. He wouldn't dare admit it out loud, but something about it made him feel safe and wanted. It also made him feel as though they were every bit as much physically a part of one another as they were emotionally. He loved him so damn much that sometimes it felt like drowning when he wasn't with him.

Dean began to move down, kissing Sam's chest, thumbs rubbing over Sam's nipples before going lower. He kept going. Mouth at Sam's navel now, and Sam's upstairs brain was logging this under new territory because this hadn't happened before. They hadn't gone this far. They hadn't needed to. The hand jobs and frottage had been a hundred percent more than they'd ever had up to this point. As Dean's fingers snuck into the waist of Sam's sweatpants and began pulling them down, his mouth trailing down after it, Sam's upstairs brain was quickly being taken over.

"Dean?" he breathed, watching as Dean didn't pause in his journey but did meet his brother's eyes.

"Just relax, baby boy," he said in nearly a whisper and it was like a spark ignited something in him, lust shooting through his body all the way into his arms and legs where he hadn't realized was even possible before then. He pressed his head back into the pillow as he felt Dean's breath getting closer and closer. His dick sprang free of the elastic of the sweatpants and was almost immediately engulfed in wet heat.

"Ohmygod!" he nearly shouted, his hands grabbing onto Dean's where they held his hips still.

Dean would've moaned if he wasn't so busy trying to swallow Sam down. He'd been practicing this with some cucumbers he'd pilfered from the garden. Sam's penis was decidedly much easier to handle. It had some give, as opposed to the cucumbers which hadn't been completely ripe yet.

The sounds coming from Sam had Dean wanting to keep going despite his need to breathe, but he did have to back off a bit so as to not pass out before the good part. He was hard as nails in his own sweatpants at this point. It hadn't been a turn on when he'd been practicing, but now it had suddenly and unexpectedly had him hanging on the edge.

Sam nearly whined when Dean's mouth wasn't around him anymore. But somewhere in the back of his mind he realized that his brother needed to breathe, and he certainly wasn't complaining when Dean's mouth took an interest in his balls in the meantime. Sam's moans started up again, and Dean was pleased that his personal experiences could be put to good use on him.

"De…" Sam groaned out breathily, his hand moving to encircle his dick. Dean was having none of that though, and pulled Sam's hand off of it, moving it instead to the back of Dean's head as he met Sam's eyes again. The unspoken communication stole Sam's breath. Then Dean's mouth had taken him again, all the way down. Sam's hand clenched in Dean's hair and Dean pulled off enough to let a moan escape his throat.

Sam knew he wasn't going to last much longer. He tried to pull Dean's hair to get him to let go, but Dean just worked him all the harder, moaning as Sam's dick twitched in his mouth.

"Dean… De, you gotta stop," he told him, his hands finding Dean's shoulders in effort to push him off. "I'm gonna come!" he shouted. Dean pulled Sam's hands from his shoulders and pressed them back where he'd placed the one before. Sam suddenly realized what his brother wanted him to do. "Oh fff…" Sam began pressing his hips up in time with Dean's administrations. His eyes slammed closed as he reached the precipice, his breath catching in his throat.

Dean felt Sam's movements becoming tighter and out of rhythm right before hearing him nearly scream out some gibberish strand of vowels. He could feel the come in the back of his throat and he swallowed it down instinctively, trying to get Sam all the way through it, but running out of air. His hand took over when he came up to breathe, and suddenly Sam was pulling him up his body, pressing his mouth to Dean's like he needed to taste what'd just happened.

One hand holding Dean's head to his and the other quickly slipping into Dean's waste-band, he began stroke Dean's hard cock that was already soaking with pre-come. It didn't take more than a handful of seconds before Dean was shouting into Sam's neck…

Tbc…