Chapter 2- a different version of the FAMOUS shirtless scene from season 1- hell house. (Dean's perspective mostly)
AN: sorry its so short- couldn't come up with any good ideas without ripping off my last chapter! Should get another chapter in soon though so check back!
Dean
As I walked in, I heard the shower going. Straight away, even though it had been almost five years since the last time this had happened, I felt something stirring. I wanted to open the door and take a peak, but as I reached for the door handle, I drew back. Sam wouldn't want to be with his older brother. Not in that way. It was the same thoughts that drove Sam out in the first place. So I pulled back, behaving like it hadn't happened.
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Sam
Climbing out of the shower, Sam noticed a slight movement on the handle. It looked like someone had tried to open the door, but there was no one in the apartment that he knew of. Dean had gone off to find the history of the place, and no one else could get in. Just thinking of Dean made him go hard, which had been happening a lot ever since Dean had come back. And he had never felt this way for someone, even Jessica.
As the water trickled over his body, the one thing he could think of was the dream he had had before. He had never felt as happy as he was then. Ever. And even though he knew it was wrong, he still wanted to feel Dean next to him at night, and have him feel the same way as Sam felt, despite the consequences.
Turning off the water, he heard footsteps going away from the bathroom. That's one of the good things about being a hunter- heightened senses. Anyone else may not have seen the handle move, but a hunter would. Even if he was a bit rusty.
Stepping out, water still dripping from his shoulders and hair, Sam walked slowly towards the door. Grabbing what looked like a towel rail that had been broken off the wall, he slowly put his hand on the door handle, pushing down slowly. Hearing a sharp curse and the patter of footsteps, he quickly pushed open the door, and immediately dropped the pole he was holding
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Dean
I quickly walked away from the door, as I heard the slap of wet feet got nearer the door. Just the thought of a naked wet Sam made me hard. As I reached the table I had dropped my bag on, I heard the door open, and as I turned round, I saw a sight I had wanted to see for a long time.