Sam woke, and as he lay in bed, he could hear Dean moving about the room. With the room being as dark as it was, Sam figured it must still be very early in the morning. He rolled over and picked up the clock radio which sat on the small table between the two twin beds, and he saw that it was two-thirty in the morning.
He scanned the room, which was lit courtesy of the bathroom light and found Dean standing in the center of the room glaring back at him. Dean was fully dressed with his fists clenched at his sides. Sam could tell he was drunk by the way he was swaying a bit from side to side.
Sam asked cautiously, "What's up Dean?"
"I don't know what's up Sam," he bellowed, "maybe your cock!"
"Oh no," thought Sam, "here we go."
"Dean listen," he implored from his bed, "I'm sorry about that. What happened earlier, it just kind of happened in the moment. I didn't plan that or anything."
"Why did it happen at all!" raged Dean.
Sam turned from his brother and said to the wall, "I think because I'm so lonely."
"No," Dean rejected that argument out of hand and yelled, "so go out and find a girl and get laid. I mean come on Sammy. You can hook-up with any available chick you want if you're lonely."
"You think?," responded Sam.
"Come on Sammy," Dean said in mock disbelief. He held out one hand, fingers wide and counted off while saying, "you're as freakin handsome as they come, you're fit, young, you're what, seven feet tall? I see girls throw themselves at you all the time."
"But I feel trapped Dean." explained Sam.
"Trapped?," Dean echoed.
"I hate one-night stands. They make me feel lonelier, but I can't have any kind of relationship with a girl because it just puts a target on her back. But you know all this Dean. It's the same for you," he said gesturing toward him.
"It's not the same for me. I love one-night stands," Dean said while drunkenly poking himself in the chest for emphasis.
"Well lucky you Dean. You've got it all," Sam said sarcastically.
Dean shook his head and parroting Sam said mockingly, "You've got it all."
Wait," Dean said, struck by a thought, "are you telling me, I'm all you've got?"
Sam thought for a moment and replied, "Well, I guess, kinda."
Dean stood at the foot of his brother's bed in astonished disbelief. Did Sam just say that he, his brother, Dean, was his only option for a relationship?
Dean said, "I need a drink." He went to get another shot from his whiskey bottle but found it was empty. In a kind of drunken despair, he lowered himself onto his bed. With back to Sam, he slumped against the headboard.
Sam got out of bed and looked toward his brother. Sam was feeling a mixture of shame and embarrassment. He wasn't quite sure what he should do. Normally, when Dean was this drunk, he would help him disrobe and put him to bed, but he was leery to approach him now.
"Dean," Sam called softly.
"Yeah," Dean replied.
Sam asked, "Are you ok?"
"No, I am not freakin ok!" Dean bellowed, "I'm not ok with my brother telling me he wants to have a relationship with me! No Sam, I AM NOT OK!"
There came a pounding on the wall and man's muffled voice called, "Hey! Keep it down over there." Then the man added, "You freaks."
Dean gestured toward the wall and then pounded on it and yelled, "Mind you own business!"
Sam approached Dean slowly and sat beside him on the bed. Smiling, he said, "Maybe a bath will help calm you down."
"Not funny Sammy!" Dean seethed through clenched teeth.
Sam dropped the smile he had put on and said, "Ok, well, I think that's enough for tonight. Let's just go to bed."
"No, I don't want to," Dean said in a childish manner while crossing his arms.
Sam slid off the bed onto his knees.
Dean, in a panic, asked "What are you doing?"
Sam lifted his hands in a show of deference toward his brother and said softly, "I'm just going to take off your boots, so you can get into bed. Just like I have hundreds of times before." He began untying Dean's boots, and Dean let him while watching warily. Sam eventually slipped off both boots and set them at the foot of the bed like he did with his own boots each night which Dean never did. When he turned back, he was surprised to see Dean had started to cry.
"What's the matter Dean?" Sam asked.
"I'm sorry Sam," he answered.
"For what?" Sam questioned.
"For this life, for this lonely, messed up life that I have dragged you into. You should have finished school, married, had kids. You should have a real life," he said sadly.
Sam sat beside his brother once again and said, "Please don't blame yourself for how things are. You know we didn't have much of a choice in all this, and it's not all bad. We have good times, and we're doing good work."
Sam began pontificating and said, "I'm starting to appreciate that what were doing is living a life of service to something higher, to others. You know, like a nun or someone in the military. That kind of life comes with great sacrifice and great rewards."
"Great rewards," Dean scoffed.
"Yeah," Sam agreed, "maybe we get those later."
After a moment, Sam stood and turned toward his brother. He reached down and pulled him to his feet and began to try undress him, but Dean was resistive and combative. Sam was used to this. They had had this wrestling match many times before, and as always, Dean eventually gave up.
Sam took off Dean's heavy shirt but left his t-shirt on as Dean always slept in whatever t-shirt and pair of boxers he had worn that day. He was not as fussy as Sam about such things as clean clothes. Now the dicey part, although it had never been an issue before, the events of earlier made idea of taking off Dean's pants made Sam feel very awkward, so he hesitated.
Dean noticed and said loudly, "Oh, go on then."
Sam had always found it easier to undo his brother's belt and pants from behind, so he slowly turned Dean around to face the bed and reached around him and unfasted his belt and jeans while Dean looked down and watched. Sam then slid his hands down into Dean's open jeans, but over his underwear, and slid the jeans down as far as they would go before they bunched up stopping them from going any lower than his knees. He turned Dean back around and pushed him onto the bed. He then reached down and grasped the jeans by their cuffs and pulled them off him. He put them and the shirt in to the laundry bag and then added the socks which Dean had removed himself and handed to him.
Dean, now exhausted, had laid back onto the bed with his legs hanging off the side. Sam grabbed Dean's legs under the knees and kind of rolled him onto the bed which left him in an odd position. Feeling uncomfortable, Dean adjusted himself, so he lay straight on the bed on his back, his T-shirt had ridden up exposing much of his smooth midriff. Sam leaned down with the intent pulling it back down but enticed, he used the back of his hand to caress Dean's exposed midsection. He swirled his hand in a circular motion over Dean's taunt midriff.
Dean's head came up, and he looked down at what was happening and asked in an unexpectedly calm voice, "Now what are you doing?"
"I'm just," Sam let that statement fall away and then asked, "Do you mind?"
Dean sighed and laid his back down. Sam continued caressing his bother. He leaned further down and gently slid both hands under Dean's t-shirt and raised it higher exposing more of his brother's powerful body. He passed his hands over Dean's broad chest, stopping to rub his palms lightly several times over his brother's tan nipples, before letting them slide down along his sides. When he got to Dean's boxers, he grasped each side and began to work them down.
"No," said Dean.
Stopping, Sam asked, "No, what?"
"No, I suppose I don't mind," Dean said tersely, but he did mind. He minded greatly in fact.
Sam resumed trying to slide Dean boxers off and sensing they were impeded, Dean lifted his ass off the bed, so Sam could slide them down and off.
Sam dropped the boxers at the foot of the bed and turned to admire his brother's masculine build. He slipped off his lounge pants and underwear in a single, smooth movement and pulled his own t-shirt up under his arms before he climbed atop his brother.
Holding himself up on his hands, Sam began to grind against Dean
Dean felt Sam's penis against his body. It was large and erect.
Sam began to hump his brother. Rubbing his hard penis against him, he slid it gently over Dean's pubic hair. He would occasionally look down to watch his penis slide over his brother's body. It was tipped with precum. He purposefully rubbed his penis against Dean's which began to harden. Sam pressed them together playfully. He angled his body to push and mash their testicles together occasionally.
With Dean now erect, Sam lay down fully onto his brother. He slipped his arms under his brother's. Dean exhaled as he felt the full weight of his brother on him. He spread his legs wider to accept Sam who began to pump his hips against him in earnest.
Sam resisted the urge to kiss his brother, so instead, he turned his face and pressed his mouth to Dean's ear and whispered, "yeah, that feels so good. Does that feel good Dean?"
Dean said nothing. He lifted his arms and reached across Sam's back and held on to him. "Uh, uh," he grunted into Sam's ear with each fall of his brother's powerful, heavy hips.
Pumping faster, Sam whispered into his brother's ear, "I'm getting close."
Dean pulled his knees up into the air.
"Yeah," Sam said, "I'm cumming. I'm cumming." Sam grunted and thrusted hard against Dean as he came.
Panting, he stopped grinding and lay upon his brother till he caught his breath. When he was ready, he rolled off Dean and onto his side. He looked down at Dean's crotch and was surprised by what he saw.
"Did you cum too?" Sam asked.
"Yeah, I did," answered Dean in a defeated voice.
Sam smiled as he rolled off the bed and made for the bathroom.
Dean lay on his bed bewildered. He had actually enjoyed that, and he hated himself for it.
Sam came back into the room with a warm wash cloth in one hand and a towel in the other. He cleaned and dried his brother thoroughly. Once done, he threw the wash cloth into the tub and hung the towel over the shower rod. He put back on his underwear and lounge pants and climbed into his bed.
Dean in his T-shirt but no boxers, pulled the covers over himself.
Sam said, "Thanks for that Dean, good night."
There was a long, long silence until it was finally broken by Dean.
He simply said, "Good night Sammy."
