DISCLAIMER: Own nothing

Sorry about the lack of updating, school has been taking up WAY too much of my time and not to mention I seem to be losing inspiration on a constant basis. Thanks to two people (I think you know who you are) I was able to put up this much at least. Sorry that it's kinda short, I'll try and make the next chapter longer...since in my mind there is alot going into the next one...blabbering, sorry. Enjoy

Sam had been different for three months now, at least that was when Dean started noticing. Nothing big, just small things here and there. Like how he tried to keep the books that he bought to himself. Or the hidden smiles he would get when the cops that stopped them weren't quite as stupid as dad or himself took them for. Or the way that he moved away from Dean instead of trying to cuddle…and Sammy always wanted to cuddle.

Overall Sam was just not acting like his Sammy. And it pissed Dean off because he knew exactly what was wrong with Sam.

Dean had always hoped that after Sam was finished school that he would put a little more effort into hunting, but it seemed like the exact opposite was happening. Sam just got more and more into his books and Dean could tell that he was hiding something from him. And that pissed him off too.

Dean stared at the ceiling of the cheap motel in the darkness of the night. He could hear their dad in the bed next to theirs, in deep sleep and snoring softly. He rolled from his back onto his side to look at Sam…or more, Sam's back. It had been days since Sam had kissed him, and weeks since they had done anything remotely worth grinning over.

He leaned in and kissed the back of Sam's neck.

Sam didn't move.

Dean scooted his body closer and laid one of his palms on Sam's hips…still no response. He slid his hand forward to rest on the top of Sam's boxers and leaned farther in to gently suck on the soft skin behind his ear. Sam shivered. Dean grinned and kept suckling as he slipped his fingers under the elastic of Sam's boxers…then Sam grabbed his hand.

"Sammy…"

Sam suddenly rolled over and had Dean pinned to the mattress, not very hard considering how freaking big the kid had grown in the past couple of months. He grinded his hips into Dean's erection and Dean groaned. Sam cast a glance over at the other bed, before returning his gaze to Dean's…but the look in Sam's eyes was not one of desire.

His look was…cold.

Dean's brows furrowed and he swallowed the lump in his throat. "Sam…"

Sam used one of his hands to cover Dean's mouth as the other snaked down to palm him through his boxers. Dean closed his eyes and groaned again, thrusting into his brother's hand. Sam pulled away just long enough to slip his hand into Dean's boxers and grasp his dick.

Dean continued to thrust into Sam's palm but refused to open his eyes, fearing that the same coldness would still be there. After a few minutes he tensed, his back coming off the mattress as much as Sam's body would allow. He tipped his head back and pumped one more time into Sam's warm, firm grip and shuttered at his release.

Sam was off of him the second he rode his orgasm out, rolling to the other side of the bed and getting off it. He grabbed his pants and a shirt from the floor and was yanking them on before Dean had any clue at what was happening. He felt a brush of cold air on his skin and when he looked towards the door, he saw Sam pulling the door closed.

Cursing the little shit in his mind, Dean quickly got up and dressed. He cast a glance at their father's bed before shutting the door quietly. He immediately saw Sam, he was across the highway and Dean just caught him leaping (elegantly because of his freakishly long legs) over a chain metal fence and into a school yard.

Dean jogged across the highway and hopped (not quite as elegantly as his brother) over the fence. Sam glanced back when he heard the chain snap in the cool air…he kept walking.

Dean rolled his eyes and jogged to catch up to him. When he caught Sam, he grabbed his arm and pulled him to a stop. He did, but he didn't turn around to face Dean.

"What the hell's going on with you, Sammy?" Sam didn't respond, getting to be a regular thing for him. "Since when are you the one to go all full out in front of dad like that?"

Sam whipped around and shoved Dean away. He stumbled but didn't fall. "Why do you even care? You got what you wanted!"

Dean took a step forward. "What are you talking about?"

"For weeks you've been trying to get me to do it, and now that I have, now you want to talk? Fuck you."

Sam turned and began stalking away again. Dean was so in shock at how angry Sam was that he hesitated. Unsure if he really wanted to talk about all the shit that Sam had been holding back on. He pursed his lips together and forced himself to move.

"I don't know what you're talking about, Sam." He whispered as he kept pace with his brother.

Sam gave a sickeningly cold laugh and stopped to look at Dean. "Come on, Dean. All the touches, the kisses, the suggestive comments right in front of dad…why are you trying so hard?"

"So hard for what?"

"For me, Dean!" Sam looked away and then seemed to force himself to look back at Dean. "Everytime that I have ever tried to get close, you've pulled away. And that's fine, okay, I get you. But the one time that I start to pull away, you're all over me, suffocating me like…"He stopped and looked away again.

Knowing that everything that Sam was saying was true and not wanting to admit it out loud, Dean asked gently. "Like what?" Sam remained stubbornly silent. "Sam, like what?"

Sam reluctantly pulled his eyes back to his brother's. They weren't cold anymore, but what they were was worse because Dean knew that somehow he had put it there. They were dejected. Broken. "Like I mean something to you. Like I'm not allowed to have a life without you. Like I belong to you."

"What makes you think you don't?" Dean practically growled.

The coldness and sadness was replaced with fire. "Because if I did, then you wouldn't throw yourself at the closest pair of tits when we're on and off a case!" Sam sighed and kicked the dirt under his foot. "Look, just forget I said anything."

Dean stepped forward, grabbed Sam by the back of the neck and jerked him forward. His lips were bruising. Branding. Scolding. Punishing. It was a brutal kiss meant to possess and when he was done, he pushed Sam away from him. Making sure that Sam knew exactly what he had meant.

"You'll always belong to me, Sammy." It wasn't said with venom or anger, just a plain statement of fact. Before Sam could say anything, Dean turned and walked away. Leaving the arrogant prick to his own thoughts. He jumped back over the fence and checked for traffic before jogging back across the highway and quietly opening the motel door.

Their father was still sleeping and Dean moved to the bed farthest from the door. He got into the side closest to the wall and made sure that he was facing the wall. If Sam didn't want to cuddle that was just fine by him…he was never the snuggle type anyways.

Dean was still awake when he heard Sam enter the room exactly twenty-seven minutes later. He kept his back to the door and felt Sam roll into the bed. Dean could feel him. He was lying on his back. He shifted, and for a minute Dean was sure that Sam was going to wrap his arms around him, but then he rolled over and his back was to Dean's. He could feel the cold seeping in around him.

Yeah, Dean was never the snuggle type.

Saying that the next morning was awkward was like saying pigs could fly. Dean had never been more uncomfortable in his life. The three of them were sitting in a small diner waiting for the breakfast that had been ordered at least forty-five minutes before the silence had begun.

Their father was sitting across the table reading a few local papers and Dean, sitting tightly beside his brother, was continuously stirring his coffee. Sam was reading one of his books. Dean glanced over. At least this time it was something he could use for hunting…Origins of Law in Latin. Okay, so maybe he was reading it for something else.

Their father glanced over the top of his paper for the sixth time that morning. He set the paper on the table. "What's going on?"

Dean looked up from his coffee and Sam looked up from his book. Dean was the first to answer, as always. "What do you mean?"

John sighed and folded his paper to tuck it beside him as the food was, finally, served. He waited until the waitress had refilled his and Dean's cups before speaking again. "You two haven't said a word to each other all morning."

Dean brought his cup to his lips and waited to see what Sam would say. Letting him have complete control over the awkward conversation that he was responsible for.

Sam shrugged. "We're brothers, dad, we're not married."

Dean choked and both Sam and John looked over at him. He set the cup down. "Hot." He said motioning to the coffee.

"So this has nothing to do with last night?"

Dean's heart almost beat out of his chest. "What about last night?"

John shook his head. "You don't think that I heard you?"

Dean was practically heaving for air all of a sudden. "Dad…"

John waved his hand and cut Dean off. "I'm sure that whole damn motel heard Sam practically slam the door, at least you had more sense to close it quietly. What did you do to piss him off now? Kick him in his sleep?"

Dean tried to focus on what was coming out of his father's mouth. He was talking about them leaving the motel room, not about what had happened minutes before. He glanced over at his brother, who apparently didn't have any other smart ass comment to add, and looked back at John.

"Punched him, actually. The damn kid wouldn't stop moving." He felt Sam stiffen next to him at the word kid. It was cruel, but Dean knew exactly what names to call Sam to hit a nerve. And this morning he just felt the need to jab those cuts. "He can never shut his damn mind off, so it takes him forever to get to sleep. Decided to take a walk to try and clear his mind."

John nodded and was about to say something when his phone started vibrating. He gave them both one last look before flipping it open. "Hello?" He stood up from the booth and walked towards the door. Dean waited until he was out of the diner before turning to Sam.

"Thanks a lot." He grumbled.

"A walk, Dean? Your manipulative mind couldn't come up with anything better than a walk?" His tone was bored, but his eyes were heated again.

"Married, Sam? Had I known that's all it would have taken to get rid of your bad mood I would have changed my name." He gave him a sarcastic smile. "Cute though."

"You just don't get it, do you?"

"No." Dean snapped. "I've been trying like hell, Sammy, but you're not really helping me here."

Sam looked away…Sam looked away. Sam the one that always wanted to talk about what he was feeling, always wanting Dean to talk, turned away.

"Sammy…"

They heard the bells chime on the top of the door and stopped talking as John walked back towards the table. He sat down. "That was Pastor Jim."

Dean perked up. "New job?"

Their father nodded. "In Alliance…"

"Nebraska?" Sam perked up.

John nodded and they fell into silence again as they began to eat, the conversation before the phone call forgotten. Dean glanced over at Sam filling his face…he was wearing a small smile, something that Dean hadn't seen in awhile. His brows furrowed as he looked down at his own plate.

Alliance, Nebraska. It sounded familiar but Dean couldn't place how. Sam had graduated in Sound Dakota, because it had been when they were staying with Bobby. Suddenly it clicked, they had been working a job in Alliance and when everything had been finished dad had let them take some time off because Dean had gotten hurt. They had stayed in Alliance for over four months, because Dean had milked out the injury so Sam could finish out his school year in one place.

Alliance, that would have been his second last year of high school, when he had started hanging around the library after school and spending time with a certain teacher. Dean had actually been jealous, though Sam claimed it was purely on an educational basis…his words, not Dean's.

Dean leaned farther into the seat and thought back. The teacher had been hot, Dean would give Sam that. Jet black hair with crystal blue eyes that just ate you up when they were focused on you. Great legs. And a chiseled angelic face. That described Mr. Eric Landon down to a T.

Just thinking about the guy made Dean grind his teeth together. That and the fact that after three years the bastard still put a smile on his little brother's face.

Okay, so I finally got the next chapter up...any thoughts?