Sam's plan was to march on down right out the door, but he never made it that the time he reached the bottom step Dean was heading in his direction ,Sam quickened his pace a little. With a bit of luck he'd just ignore me,he thought to himself. It didn't take him long to realize that he wasn't going to. He'd already changed direction and was going to intercept him,cut him off. It figured. If it wasn't for the bad luck nine lives crap he wouldn't have any luck at all.

"Sammy," he said cheerfully. "Well met. How are things going? "

"Afternoon, Dean," I said coolly, hoping he'd get the hint that he wasn't wanted. "Things are fine."

"That's nice to hear, you hungry got some grub made up thought it wou..."Dean trailed off as he got a good look at Sam something was off.''Are you wearing a padded bra or something."

Bastard.

He would notice anything,pick up anything wrong with me with his creepy stalking ways. I was so not wearing a padded bra and it should have been obvious. I stopped and glared at him.

"I have no need to wear padding, Dean .I'm a dude." I said repressively. "If you're just going to insult me, please get out my way."

"No padding?" he asked dubiously.

"No. What? Do you want to check?"

As soon as I said that I knew I shouldn't have. I could (and should) have bitten my tongue.

"That's an excellent idea," he said, and he sounded like a cat purring.

Before I could react he reached out and shoved the jacket and buttoned up shirt aside and tried to lift the front of my top up, but I panicked we started shoving one another fighting for dominance, but he was stronger then me and had me pinned up against the wall before I could blink, I still struggled but he had me pinned good.

''Stop being a fucking little bitch,Sammy'' We wrestled as he started pushing my shirt up again took him a minute ,but he finally had enough and fast as lightning shot me an upper cut. Shit that hurt.

It was enough to distract me. Before I could react he just lifted the front of my top up or what was left that we hadn't ripped up to my neck and just like that my breasts were on stood there in shocked silence for the longest time staring at Sam's top area , all you could hear was their harsh breathing and the meows of the gathered cats what seemed forever Sam finally had enough.

"Stop that," I hissed at him, while I quickly pulled my top back down. " They grew out overnight and I have no desire to show off my breasts in public, thank you very much."

"You fucking stop it," he said, lifting the top up again. "There's just you and me here so we're hardly in public. Damn"

This time when I went to pull my top down, he caught my wrist.

"I said, leave it," he said. "You have very nice breasts and I'll concede to no padding , do they hurt?''

To my fury he started softly probing my breasts, checking them out. The absolute gall of the man. It was enough to vex they did hurt why the hell would you poke them.

"Yes ,no kinda sorta" I flared up at him. "It's all me, so will you kindly stop poking them. They are kind of sore. I said stop" Sam slapped his hands away.

I really need to be more clear of what I say . He has a thing for seeing things out his way. What I should have said was stop touching them, to back off, get lost or something more to that effect. I mean hell I was being pretty damn clear already what with how hostile I was being, but I was weaker then him now and he knew that. Dean didn't and wouldn't listen to anything I said or did he was in his own little stopped probing them with a finger and cupped them with his hands, forcing his body against mine to hold me in gently started bouncing them around as though he was weighing them.

"You know, you really do have a lovely pair of tits ,I'd say a real solid B almost C, just fucking right" he murmured.

''More like A cup'' Sam automatically muttered back in denial, and despite not liking him at that moment, he couldn't help but be weirdly flattered. He never really complimented me on anything,no one did but the teachers he would only know for a few weeks at a time. It was like comfort food to his wounded lonely soul to hear him praise me, admit something I did was nice,and made me forget it was my breast he was talking about,that my brother was feeling me while he was off in his head Dean got a real good snapped out of it and sent Dean a good kick,good enough to get him to back up finally.

He backed up and looked me over. I mean, he really looked at me.

And dammit I could tell he was on the edge,his eyes were dilated ,his whole stance was screaming predator.

"Nice," he said softly. "Very nice Sammy. You've slimmed down over the last few months. Or perhaps," he added, eyes on my breasts, "I should say you've redistributed the weight in a way that does you credit."

''Shut up, Dean''

He was right about the weight, he was always right. Even though I was taller and, , more shapely, my total weight hadn't really changed. My baby fat was my hips and breast now made up for it.

With him standing back a bit and giving me the once over it suddenly occurred to me that my boobs were still on display, which was not my intention . Hastily I reached up and tugged what was left of my shirt back down into past thirty minutes had been so very strange and uncomfortable. Dean let out a little but deep growl and moved back a step head tilted a little sideways but his eyes still staring at me dead on.

"I told you to leave it," he reprimanded me. "I like looking at them."

That comment did a funny thing inside of me.

A dirty nasty funny thing inside of me.

I felt anger that he would think that he had a right to look at my breasts, at the same time a little flutter of excitement for exactly the same same kind of flutter I felt with Jess but bigger,much this wasn't right we couldn't be this fucked up could we? Well I knew he was.

" I'm not going to stand around all day with my breasts out just because you like looking at them," I told him heartily "In case you don't know it, it is not normal behavior, Dean. Dean?'' Dean had ignored me and reached out to start playing with my breasts again. This time he was also rolling my nipples around with his thumbs.

"Ah, DEAN ,stop doing that?" I yelled at him,"

''Why?" he asked, his voice purring again, sending little shivers up my back. "You like it. Your breasts like it. Look their pebbling up, fuck." Dean was entranced there really was no need to guess what kind of man he I always thought the opposite til now,what with the way he always ogled woman's asses.

"That's beside the point," I said, and I could hear stress in my voice now. "You're not supposed to do this sort of thing WE are not supposed to do this if it's me you're doing it to."

"Bitch," he muttered, but at least he moved his hands off my breasts. He walked off a few paces and stood there for a minute not looking at me ,I saw him taking a deep breathes then his hands moved in front where I couldn't see what he was doing .

God I hope he wasn't jerking off in front of me.

Suddenly he turned and charged me before I could do slipped his arms around me and pulled me up flush against him. He had bean wearing a button up flannel shirt which was what he had been unbuttoning . When he pulled me to him my breasts were plastered against his chest. A very tight chest. It was a very strange feeling, having my breasts rub against a man's chest like brothers chest.

''Sammy,you know that it's us and that's know this has to 's going to 've been a fucking girl ten years get over it''He growled in my face.I started struggling.

''Fuck YOU''

''Oh your gonna bitch. Is it that Chick you been hanging with?That you haven't ate yet?HUH?HUH?'' Dean growled and shook him getting angrier and angrier.

'' I bet that little bitch has your wedding all planned out already ,probably imagines how your wedding night is gonna play bitch.''

''Shut the fuck up Dean,or I swear.''

''Bitch can keep on dreaming ,I'd loved to see the look on her face when she sees you don't got no dick hanging down there,Hell or the shit Sam,did you even look to see if your hole opened up all the way.''

Sam finally broke he began bucking and throwing his fists anywhere he could toward running down his face. His mind flashed back to when his dick had fell off ,his Dad had carried back to his room where he laid him down to check him out down there.

Dean had followed and stood in the background but not too far away ,he could still see everything happening to him. Sam had everything like a girl down there. Except his entrance hole was closed over with thick skin and as he grew his Dad would check him,it was embarrassing but they had no doctors to go to and most of their belongs lost from moving over time. His dad didn't really know for sure how to help him,but he never hurt him,or touched him last time he checked him before his death he told Sam it was opened up ,that it was a vagina,and that he might possibly get a menstrual cycle,Sam had cried then his father grabbed him and held him tight for the longest time.

Neither one told Dean still assumed it was closed all this time.

And he liked Jessica he didn't want to hurt her in brother didn't have to talk about her that way.

''Sam,hey calm ,Sammy.'' Dean recognized he may have gone a little to far when Sammy's fight went out and she clung to him ,crying pitiful tears,but Sam needed to have that needed to get with their Dean pushed further,he grabbed Sam's head in a vice like grip so she couldn't turn away and slammed his mouth against froze for a second before trying to fight Dean off but Dean forcefully held her face open forcing his tongue tongue tracing along the insides of her lips and exploring her when he had his feel did he pull back,Sammy had long since went limp and let him have his rested his forehead against Sam's.

''Sammy, you gotta do it,you gotta drain her before it's too late sweetheart.'' Dean paused as he almost choked up with emotion.''Your running out of time.'' he finished.

Sam stood against him completely drained and spent, in shock at the days complete turn of events,but acutely aware of everything going on around him.

''I know , Dean'' he breathed out.

''I know.''