Warnings: Hexsex

Pairing: Dean/Caleb

8 - Please, You can't even say it.

"Who says, Sam?" Dean held his arms open, beer on the verge of spilling. "Who says I haven't, Sam?"

"Please, you're the most homophobic person I know." Sam shook his head at his brother. Highlighter paused over a book in his lap. He hadn't read a single sentence in over an hour.

"I didn't say I hate fags."

"There you go."

"What?"

"That word is homophobic."

"It's a word, Sam. Can it with your PC crap." Dean pulled on his beer. "I'm not gay. I don't care if you are. I have had… relations with… men before."

"Please. You haven't. You can't even say it."

"You don't know everything about me, dude. There were four years when you weren't home." He pointed the neck of his beer at his brother. "Two years where you refused to talk to us. You don't know what I was up to."

"And I'm supposed to believe you had sex with a man."

"Yeah. Cause I did." Dean rolled the thought over in his mind. "You know what? It wasn't terrible."

"Okay. Name one man you slept with."

"I swore I wouldn't tell." Dean shook his head and got up to dig through the cooler for a new beer.

"This is so lame." Sam threw his hands up, the highlighter went flying. The parking lot was nearly empty. Dry towns sucked because his brother wouldn't leave the motel unless it was to haul in booze from over the city limits. "You didn't."

"Look. The dude and I swore we weren't gonna go telling people what happened. But it happened."

"Okay. Let's say I believe this dude exists. Don't tell me his name. Make one up. Tell me a story." Sam pressed as he shut his book. "Make me believe you had a homosexual encounter."

"Fine." Dean cleared his throat and popped the top off his beer. "It would have been…" He laughed. "Your freshman year of high school. So you were actually still talking to me then. I don't think you were talking to Dad."

"No way." Sam shook his head.

"Totally. Anyway. I was off on a hunt cause Dad had to stay with you for some registration bullshit. I had to call on… "Steve" for help."

"Steve." Sam narrowed his eyes at his brother.

"Steve was my bud." Dean waved his beer at Sam. "Steve and I were hunting a coven of succubae. Dad didn't want me to go because he said my libido was out of control already. Steve said he had talismans that would keep us safe."

"Okay. So..."

"Okay. So I'm 18 and I got my talisman and Steve has his talisman and we clear out the coven. Took two days. Then we took off our talismans. There was one left. We didn't know. We went for a beer. No chicks caught our eye. We went back to the motel. I wake up in the middle of the night and Steve is staring at me. He starts apologizing. Then pacing. The longer I'm awake, the more I stare at Steve."

"The succubus did that?"

"Well, we didn't think of that because we were two straight men and we'd just killed the bitches. I mean… we knew it was something. We didn't know what. The boners just popped up and I couldn't stop staring at his. It was weird. Then we couldn't keep our hands off each other." Dean took a breath. "Damn thing came to the room. That's how we got it."

"Wait. That's it. That's your homosexual moment. You couldn't keep your hands off each other."

"You want a blow by blow?" Dean scoffed. "I don't kiss and tell."

"You do all the time." Sam shook his head. "Well, did you like it?"

"Like I said, it wasn't terrible. I'm straight. I like girls. I really, really like girls."

"How far did it go?"

"Completion." Dean made a face at his brother. "What are you asking me?"

"I'm asking you how gay your gay sex was."

"Gay enough that… we could have made a movie. Steve was… pissed when we snapped out of it. I think he liked it more than I did and who could blame him? I'm freakin' hot." Dean finished his beer and rose to get another one.

"What'd you use as lubrication?" Sam demanded.

"What?" Dean snapped off the top of his beer and glanced around the parking lot. "I don't know. Steve had this stuff. Said it was from a freaky girlfriend he had once. Though, I never figured out why he was still carrying it around."

"Caleb?" Sam's hands slapped over his ears. "You fucked Caleb?"

"What? Did I say Caleb? I said "Steve."" Dean clarified.

"No, man." Sam slapped his knee and dug his nails into the arms of the plastic chair he sat in. This was so fucking gross. "Caleb told me he had this girlfriend back in '96 who liked to stick things up his ass when they were fucking. He's the one who told me about lubing before I went to Stanford."

"I said Steve." Dean insisted. Then looked at his brother between pulls on his beer. "Really? She stuck shit up his ass? Like what?"

"Um… vibrator… but like a little one." Sam motioned quickly with his hands. "Narrow."

"Why didn't he tell me that? He never told me about the freaky girlfriend with ass fantasies."

"Probably because he took you up the ass."

"To be fair… that went both ways." Dean made a face. "Steve said he didn't want to talk about it. We didn't talk about it."

"He's dead now. It's been six years. I don't think he cares anymore." Sam pointed out.

Dean leaned on the car. "I don't know. Caleb was always kind of wound tight. Dad said it was cause Pastor Jim half-raised him. Which reminds me. Dad is waiting on you to call him with that translation."

"How old was Caleb when he died?" Sam asked softly.

"Um… almost 30, I think. He was only a couple years old than me." Dean shook his head. "I miss that dude. Come on. I gotta eat something and pick up more beer."