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Chapter 2: Regrets and Denial

The next morning Dean was spooned behind Sam. He woke up first, he felt someone in his arms and opened his eyes. He saw the back of his brother's head and was confused. He didn't move a muscle, just tried to remember what happened the night before, but the headache that had started wasn't helping. Bits and pieces were coming back to him. He remembered them going to the bar, the waitress, the drinking, and then the vision of him and Sam kissing hit him. All of a sudden everything rushed back to him, the feel of Sam underneath him, the panting and moaning, the tight heat. He softly groaned and pulled away from Sam. He thought, "What the fuck did we do Sam?...We were drunk and ended up having sex. Ugh what am I gonna do?" He moved to get up and felt Sam move. Dean looked back and his eyes met with his little brother's. He quickly got his clothes and rushed to the bathroom slamming the door behind him. He missed Sam smiling at him.

Sam frowned when he heard the door slam. The noise hurt his head and Dean's actions confused him. He remembered the night before and smiled at what had conspired. Though he had a feeling that his brother was feeling guilty about the whole thing, especially since they were kinda drunk. He sat up and felt some of his muscles sore, muscles that he thought could never be sore. He grinned at the memory, hopefully they could have a repeat performance. He just needed to talk to Dean first.

By the time Dean came out of the bathroom he was already showered and dressed. During that time Sam had put on his boxers and thought of what to say to Dean. Dean had stepped out of the bathroom slowly and looked at his brother. He felt relief when he noticed his brother was at least wearing boxers. They looked at each other for a minute then Sam opened his mouth to speak, but Dean held up his hand.

"Don't. Just don't Sam…Nothing you can say can make this situation any better. We fucked Sam, I fucked you. We crossed a big line that shouldn't have been crossed. If I could take last night back I would do it in a heartbeat. I regret what we did, but what's done is done. I wouldn't blame you if you don't want to get an apartment with me now…" Sam cut him off.

"No Dean I'm not mad at you and I would never reconsider moving in with you…Please let…" This time Dean cut him off.

"This is what we're gonna do, we're gonna forget that this ever happened. We won't ever talk about this, we don't mention it. We move on from here and start planning for our new normal lives. We're gonna find girls, get married, and have kids. We'll have the life we always wanted…Go take a shower Sammy so we can eat breakfast and then we'll head to the Roadhouse." Dean pasted a smile on his face. Sam just nodded and went to the bathroom after he picked his clothes for the day.

Dean watched him go until he closed the door. He sighed and ran his hands through his hair. He knew he was lying to himself when he said he wanted a wife. He really wanted to be with Sam and have a home and kids with him, but Sam wasn't in love with him like he was. He knew his little brother would find someone and be happy while he ended up alone. He didn't lie when he said he wanted normal, but normal wasn't being in a gay incestuous relationship with your little brother. He sat down on the unused bed and turned on the t.v. to get his mind occupied with something.

Dean didn't know that Sam felt the same way. Sam had been willing to risk everything and tell Dean his feelings, but after hearing everything his brother said, he was going to stay quiet for once and not say anything. His brother wanted normal and Sam was going to suck it up and be happy for his big brother. Even if it meant having to live with a broken heart. In the shower Sam rested his forehead on the cool wet tiles and let the water cascade down his body and face, his tears mixing the water.

After a while Sam came out, he made sure that his eyes looked back to normal. No redness that would give away his sadness. Dean saw him and turned off the t.v.

"Let's go Sammy, I'm starving." He gave a fake smile.

"Yea' De same here. Must be the after effects of the alcohol." Sam pasted a fake smile on his face.

They grabbed their belongings and left the room without looking back.

TBC...

A/N: Another cliffhanger I know ;-p Please review and let me know what you think.