CHAPTER 3.
"Dammit! Where the hell are you, Sammy?" Dean whispered as he looked everywhere around him, trying to spot his little brother.
Drops of sweat were running down his forehead and the noises around him were giving him one hell of a headache. He suddenly felt a tap on his shoulder and turned around to see an overweight biker in a leather outfit. His entire arms were covered in tattoos and he had the kitschiest skull skeleton ring Dean had ever seen.
"Hey, fancy a beer, princess?" The biker asked, holding out a Budweiser can to Dean.
Dean's mouth curled in disgust.
"Err... No, thanks, man. I'm not really into horseshoe moustaches..."
"It's a shame, because you're just my type," the biker said, winking at Dean. "And giving that your girl doesn't seem that bored without you, I thought that you were a libertine couple or something, ya know?"
Dean frowned.
"You've seen my bro-... boyfriend?"
"Tall guy with bangs falling over his eyes and sexy long legs, right?"
Dean pursed his lips to say something but thought better of it.
"Yeah, sounds like him," he finally admitted.
"Well, he seemed to be in pretty good company."
Mitch –that was the biker's name- was right, Sam was standing next to the huge podium at the back of the room, and he was apparently having a passionate discussion with a guy who, from what Dean could hear, spoke with a Spanish accent. Of course, a part of Dean felt relieved that his little brother was safe, but another part was... seething with rage. The guy looked like he had just escaped from some fashion magazine. Perfect haircut, George Clooney's three-day beard style and a bright Colgate smile. The cowboy boots and the fringed buckskin jacket looked ridiculous though, Dean thought. He watched the man drink in Sam's words and hated him instantly. He took a deep breath and headed to the two men.
"Hey, Honey! Been looking for you for ages!" He said, putting an arm around Sam's waist and pinching his hip discreetly.
Sam had to bite his lower lip not to let out an indignant squeak and he gave Dean an inquisitive look.
"Well," Dean spoke, a big fake smile on his face, "don't you introduce me to your new friend, babe?"
Sam looked abashed.
"Oh, uh, yeah... Sure... Cristobal, this is Dean, my... err... boyfriend. Dean, this is Cristobal. He moved from Spain last year and teaches Spanish at university."
It sure felt weird to call Dean his boyfriend, and Sam had to redouble his efforts to look natural.
"Nice to meet you!" The Spaniard said, looking apparently upset to learn Sam had a boyfriend.
"You too, Puss in boots!" Dean replied as he shook hands with the man.
"Puss in boots?"
"Yeah, you know, Shrek? The cat who speaks with a lisp? Well, you sound just like him!"
"Dean," Sam elbowed his brother, "it's not a lisp, it's Spanish accent."
"Yeah, well, it does sound like a lisp, doesn't it?"
"Deeean!"
"Look guys," the Spaniard interrupted, looking pretty annoyed, "I'm thirsty, I'm gonna get myself a drink. See you later, alright?"
"What's wrong with you, dude? Why did you have to be that nasty?" Sam asked once the man was out of sight.
"Never do that again!" Dean yelled, ignoring Sam's questions.
"Do what?"
"Vanishing like that!"
"Vanishing?" Sam's eyes widened. "You gotta be kidding me! I told you I was going to talk to people and see if I could find any information. Now, if you were that worried about me Dean, you just had to follow me instead of eating like a pig! Excuse me if I was trying to get the job done!"
"Doesn't look to me like you were having some work done with your Antonio Banderas wannabe!" Dean grumbled.
"Hey, what's your problem with him? He's a nice guy, and for your information, we were actually talking about the murders when you came along and messed everything up and..." Sam suddenly stopped talking and for a few seconds, he stared at his brother, a bewildered look on his face. "Dean?"
"What?" Dean snapped.
"Are you..." Sam paused and smiled, shaking his head in disbelief, "jealous?"
"Hell no! Wanna French kiss the guy? Go on, Sammy! Get a room, do your dirty stuff but don't ever complain to me that you can't walk tomorrow!"
"And what makes you think I'd be bottom?" Sam teased, his arms folded across his chest.
"Wha-? Ah, shut the hell up!"
Sam grinned.
"Jealous!" He mocked.
"Hey, what part of 'Shut the hell up' you don't understand, you douchebag?"
Sam's grin didn't fade. Deep inside, he felt relieved to notice he wasn't the only one to feel jealous. After all, they are stuck together nearly twenty-four hours a day, and most of all, Dean is all he has left in this world, and vice-versa, so maybe it is only fair to be a bit possessive of each other.
"Cute!" He exclaimed, fondly.
Dean looked daggers at him.
"Ok, ok! I'll be quiet! I promise!" Sam said, raising his right hand and pretending to zip his mouth with his left.
"So, found anything interesting?"
Sam shook his head.
"Nope. Not a single clue. You?"
Dean shook his head too.
"Unless you consider the fact that I've been chatted up by some fat biker is an interesting piece of information..."
"Of course it is! That's big news! So tell me Dean, did you get his number?"
Dean, who had tried his best to look pissed off, couldn't suppress a laugh.
"Bitch!" was all he came up with to defend himself.
"Jerk!"
"The other big news of the day," Dean said, a mischievous smile plastered on his face, "is that I've learnt you had a thing for Spanish cowboys, Sammy."
Sam opened his mouth to protest when an awful piercing sound filled the whole place. The brothers clamped their hands over their ears and grimaced. The sound vanished and a voice could be heard.
"Oh, sorry for that, boys and girls! Mic check. One, two... I'm Eddie, can you hear me?"
Dean rushed to the front of the scene where a thin man with peroxide blonde hair was standing. He looked like Spike from Buffy the Vampire Slayer series and during a short instant, Dean considered jumping on stage and making him bite the dust. Professional quirk.
"Yeah, we fucking hear you, you son of a –"
Sam covered Dean's mouth with his hand.
"Yes, we can hear you perfectly!" He told the man, thumbs up and forcing a smile to his lips.
He then turned to Dean and lowered his tone to speak.
"Deaaaan, everyone's looking at us!"
"Yeah, that's because they think we're damn hot and they're right to think so!"
Sam rolled his eyes.
"Good afternoon everyone! It's wonderful to see so many people here, thank you all for coming!" Eddie told the audience.
The speech that followed was as boring as watching grass grow. It was full of clichés and trivial statements, and didn't do any justice to the gay cause. Dean kept on making terribly obvious yawns and Sam had to lecture him.
"And now, ladies and gentlemen, we're gonna close this ceremony with the usual symbolic kiss. We need a female couple and a male one on stage. Any volunteers?"
Two hands waved among the crowd.
"Yeah girls, come here!" Eddie called out.
The two girls made their way through the crowd to the stage to thunderous applause, and Dean nudged Sam.
"Hey Sammy, look, those are the two babes from earlier! They do know how to save the best for last, huh? Keep your eyes wide open, baby boy, it's gonna be way hotter than any of the porn you get to watch on TV when I'm not around!"
"Hey, I don't watch porn, ok?" Sam protested, a faint flush colouring his cheeks.
Dean gave Sam his Sammy-like-hell-i'm-gonna-believe-you look, and Sam avoided his brother's eyes, his cheeks from then on as red as tomatoes.
"I knew it!" Dean said triumphantly.
"Shut up!"
"Still no volunteers for the male kiss? Fine, looks like I'll have to choose a couple myself then! What about those two sexy boys in the front row?" Eddie asked, pointing at Sam and Dean, who were too busy arguing to notice everyone was looking at them.
"Am I speaking Chinese or are you just deaf? I already told you Dean, I don't watch porn! Period." Sam could be heard among the crowd.
That's when the brothers realised that they were the centre of attention and that's also when Sam wanted to disappear off the face of Earth. Badly.
"Well, don't be ashamed man, there's nothing wrong with watching porn you know?" Eddie teased. "Anyway you two, you'll have time to argue later, now we're all waiting for you to come on stage for the symbolic kiss!"
The Winchesters exchanged a bewildered look.
"Err... Thanks dude, but no, definitely. We're not the exhibitionist kind of couple, you know," Dean declined the offer.
"Hey, it's a symbolic kiss, we're not asking you to make out on stage! Come on, don't be shy! Or maybe you're afraid that people find out you're a poor kisser?" Eddie joked.
Dean's mouth dropped open. He certainly wouldn't let the guy hurt his pride like that.
"Alright, we'll do it!" He announced, grabbing Sam's hand.
Sam put up resistance and shot Dean a glare that said 'drop it!'
"Question of honour!" Dean whispered as he led his brother to the stage.
"Dean, I'll make you pay for this, believe me!" Sam threatened, in a low voice.
As his misplaced pride wouldn't allow him to show that he was as terrified as Sam, Dean pretended to have a great fun watching the girls kiss.
"Pathetic," Sam mumbled.
"Your turn, guys!" Eddie exclaimed as he turned to the brothers.
Sam gave Dean a frightened puppy look and Dean grinned nervously.
"Yeah, sure, our turn..." he said, trying to buy time."Awkward," he added to Sam in a barely audible voice.
They couldn't escape. They had no choice. All eyes were on them... Sam's heart was beating so fast it seemed it was jumping out of his chest. He even found it hard to breathe. Dean lifted his brother's chin up, took a deep breath, closed his eyes and pressed his lips against Sam's. Together, they had faced vengeful spirits, demons, vampires, werewolves... but this, had to be the weirdest situation they'd ever dealt with.
Panic swept over Sam. He just didn't know what to do. This was wrong. He had to pull away. But when Dean wrapped his arm around his waist and pulled them together, their bodies pressing against each other, Sam lost all self-control he had left.
Dean wanted to prove Eddie wrong. He is a good kisser, for fuck's sake. And it did help a lot that Sam's warm lips tasted wonderful. Sam's lips. God. What was happening to him? Why was kissing Sam making him that... aroused? Couldn't be the champagne, he had had only one glass so far... Well, it was all part of the role he was playing he finally tried to convince himself. After all, weren't they supposed to be a couple? So they had to stick to their role if they wanted to fool all those people.
But the truth was both brothers wanted this. Both had been longing for this moment ever since their lips first met during summer 1999. They had gone on a hunt with their dad and Sam had been missing for two days, leaving Dean worried to death. When he finally found his little brother, Dean was so happy Sam was safe he had kissed him. It was one of those very innocent kisses, when you just press your lips against the other's, and both had blushed and avoided the other's eyes. They had never spoken about this again, but neither of them had forgotten how it had moved them, how it had unconsciously brought their brotherly relationship to a whole new level.
In a last attempt to protest, Sam tried to open his mouth and his lips parted a little. Dean considered that as an invitation and, curling his fingers along the back of Sam's neck, he slid his tongue forward. This time, Sam surrendered completely. He caressed Dean's cheek and then let his fingers slowly slid along his brother's chest, where they played with Dean's amulet. The kiss became wilder and wilder, their tongues rubbing frantically together, and it seemed they could never get enough of each other. They were literally burning with lust.
They didn't even pay attention to people screaming, wolf whistling and clapping their hands. It was just them, in their own little bubble. It didn't feel weird. It didn't seem wrong anymore. Nothing seemed.
"Err... Ok, thanks guys, I think it'll do the trick!" Eddie said a bit ill at ease, tapping on Dean's shoulder.
Dean winced and broke the kiss, bringing them back to reality. Sam was panting, his face all red and Dean chuckled nervously.
"Wow..." Eddie commented, loosening his tie, "For supposedly shy guys, that kiss was err... pretty hot! Now you two, get a room and finish what you were up to!" He added, laughing.
"We did well, I think!" Dean joked as they stepped off the stage.
Maybe that if he pretended nothing had happened, they would just forget about it and... Bollocks. There was no way he could forget about that kiss. That was the most wonderful kiss he had ever experienced. Now the complicated part of this was that his partner happened to be... his little brother.
"So Sammy, don't you think I'm one hell of a kisser?" He asked, grinning.
"I... need to take the air," Sam murmured as he pushed sweaty bangs away from his eyes.
"Sure," Dean nodded.
He grabbed Sam's hand and twined their fingers together. As he led Sam through the crowd toward the exit, Dean felt a little proud to see people shooting him envious looks. It was only fair after all, as Sam was definitely the hottest guy around, Dean thought.
"Feel better?" He asked Sam once they were outside, breathing fresh air.
Sam nodded but gave Dean a look that clearly meant 'Listen, I don't want to talk about this, ok?'
Dean knew that look and decided that talking about the hunt was a safer way.
"Well, it doesn't look like we're gonna find anything here, does it?"
Sam shook his head.
"We don't even know what we're looking for..."
"Do you think you could try and see what you can find on internet again?"
"Yeah..."
They made their way back to the Impala in silence, and Dean started the car. From the corner of his eye, he noticed Sam was biting his nails, which he only does when he is really nervous. He's been doing that since he was a kid. Old habits die hard. Dean couldn't stand that heavy silence anymore. He had to break it. He turned the radio on.
"...Looks like we made it
Look how far we've come my baby
We mighta took the long way
We knew we'd get there someday..."
"Shania Twain," Dean stated.
"Yeah," Sam replied, wiping his sweaty palms on his jeans.
"...But just look at us holding on
We're still together, still going strong..."
"Pretty girl."
"Definitely..." Sam nodded nervously, biting his lower lip.
"...The one that I belong to
You're still the one I want for life..."
"Huh, oh... Gonna get my Led Zep' Greatest hits album..." Dean faltered as the traffic light turned red.
" Sure!"
Sam had trouble getting out more than one word at a time, and that song clearly didn't help. His whole body tensed when Dean's hand brushed against his thigh to reach the glove box.
"... Ain't nothin' better
We beat the odds together
I'm glad we didn't listen
Look at what we would be missin'..."
Thanks for reading and thanks for the reviews, they mean a lot! :)
And sorry for all the mistakes, but keep in mind that English ain't my mother tongue! :)
Published on February.19 2011
Ps. The lyrics I used at the end of this chapter are from "Still the one" by Shania Twain, and I don't own that song more than I own Supernatural, hehe!