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Sam giggled as Dean stood behind him and covered his eyes. They were standing outside a middle class hotel room. It wasn't a five star hotel but it was much better then the shit holes he was used to. Dean had bought them here after their dads had left to do a salt and burn.
"Dean what? . . ."
"Hush Sammy, just go with it ok?"
Sam nodded and relaxed under Dean's touch. He perked his head when he heard the door open, but Dean's hands never left his eyes. How did he do that? Sam nearly tripped when Dean shuffled him inside, never uncovering his eyes.
"Close your eyes" Dean demanded.
Sam smiled before closing his eyes and nodded to let Dean know they were shut. When Dean removed his hands, Sam could hear his movement throughout the hotel room and jumped when he heard a loud crash and knew Dean must have tripped or fallen over.
"Are you okay" Sam asked concerned.
"Yeah, I'm fine. Just keep your eyes closed" Dean answered in a tight voice, clearly in pain.
"Of course you are" Sam muttered.
A few moments of near silence followed, the only sound was of Dean preparing the room.
"What are you doing? Setting up a camera or something?" Sam laughed.
"No I'm not setting up a camera." Dean said, sounding offended. "Why? Is that something you'd be interested in doing?"
"Dean"
"You can open your eyes now" Dean said, changing the subject.
Sam opened his eyes and gasped softly when he saw the room. The room was covered in candles and the bed sheets were a deep blood red. Sam could smell Jasmine and Lavender. A small table with two beers and two take-away dinners, sat in the middle of the room.
"It's beautiful" Sam murmured.
"I tried"
Sam kissed Dean softly, before nibbling softly at his bottom lip and pulling away.
"Thank you" Sam whispered.
"I thought you might appreciate doing this in a place where our fathers don't sleep"
"What exactly are we doing?" Sam teased.
"Whatever you're comfortable with doing"
"Dean it isn't like we haven't done this before" Sam pointed out.
"I know, but I don't remember the first time and I can guarantee you I wasn't up to my usual standards"
"That is true"
"And it's different now. We're not just two strangers who met in a bar, we know each other now" Dean pecked Sam on the lips with his own.
Sam smiled and leaned up into Dean's touch and returned the kiss. Sam took charge of the kiss and ran his tongue across the seam of Dean's lips, begging for entrance. Dean groaned and opened his mouth, letting Sam control the kiss. Sam explored his mouth in experienced strokes, running his tongue along the sides and battling Dean's tongue.
"Sam wait" Dean panted, when he pulled away.
"Tired of waiting" Sam moaned and pushed himself against Dean.
"I know baby, I know but we gotta do this right"
"Please soon, I need you" Sam whimpered.
"I need you too"
Sam sighed as Dean played with the hem of his shirt.
"Raise your arms"
Dean pulled the shirt over Sam's head and nearly groaned when he saw the expanse of white skin.
"Get on the bed"
Sam shivered as Dean took charge and followed the orders, He crawled across the bed and leaned up against the headboard. Dean's breathing hitched as he looked at Sam. His lips still red and puffy from the kiss and his jeans slightly tighter then they should be.
"You're a walking hard on Sammy" Dean grunted as he walked over to Sam. He crawled onto the bed so he was straddling Sam and slowly grinded his hips down.
"Shit" Sam whimpered as fire flared in his stomach.
Dean just smirked and continued to grind his hips in small circles, loving the way Sam moaned and whined.
"Not yet Sam"
Dean grinned when he felt Sam's hips begin to buck up into his own.
"Come on Sammy. Cum in your pants for me" Dean whispered into his ear.
"Fuck De"
Dean lifted Sam's hips with his hands which allowed Sam to grind with more friction.
"De, so close" Sam warned.
"Do it Sammy, cum for me"
Dean moaned as he felt Sam tense and buck his hips with less rhythm and cum violently with Dean so much as taking his pants off.
"mmm" Sam moaned as his body relaxed and he recovered from his release.
Sam buried his head in the pillow and wriggled to get comfortable. Sam always felt tried after coming.
"Hey don't fall asleep on me Sammy" Dean murmured softly.
"Sorry"
It's okay, I can promise you you'll be awake soon enough"
Dean hovered over Sam and smiled when he saw the wet patch on his jeans. He pulled them off and grinned when he saw Sam spread out in front of him, naked as the day he was born.
"Ready Sammy?"
"Hell yeah"
Sam sighed happily as Dean ran his fingers up and down his back. The fingers left burning trails on his skin. Sam groaned with contentment as he snuggled into the warmth of Dean's body.
"Should've known you were a cuddler " Dean chuckled.
"Shut up" Sam mumbled, blushing slightly but making no attempt to pull away.
Dean pulled Sam closer to his body and tucked Sam's head under is chin. Sam rubbed small circles on Dean's chest with his thumb and smiled when he felt Dean shiver.
"That was amazing" Sam whispered, biting his bottom lip.
"Better then the first time?" he smirked.
"Maybe"
"Just maybe?"
"Alright, the first time was amazing. This time was fucking mind-blowing"
"Yes well the first time, I wasn't up to my usual standards" Dean admitted.
"Is that so?" Sam snickered.
"Yes well I was pretty drunk. The only thing on my mind was getting laid. I wasn't really thinking of your needs"
"It's alright, I had a very good time"
"That's not the point Sammy"
Sam didn't answer, he just pushed closer to Dean.
"I promise from now on, I'll try to pay more attention to what you want"
"Dean I may take it up the ass, but I'm not a girl. I don't need roses and candles, or spending hours talking about our feelings" Sam pointed out, frowning slightly.
"You're right. I'm fucking this up aren't I"
Sam chuckled slightly before leaning up and kissing Dean on the nose.
"I'm new at this whole relationship thing" Dean admitted.
"I'm new at this too. I guess we'll just have to blunder our way through it"
Dean looked down into Sam's eyes and nearly flinched when he saw the innocence in his liquid brown eyes.
"I'm so going to hell" Dean groaned.
"Stop saying that" Sam begged. "I may look innocent, but as you from before, I am far from it"
"I know, I really do, but it's just difficult sometimes" Dean groaned as Sam bit his neck softly.
"Go to sleep" Sam whispered, kissing his chin.
"Yes mummy" he chuckled.
"Jerk"
"Bitch"
Sam felt Dean relax and knew he was closet to sleep. The sound of Dean's even breathing calmed him and the sound of his heartbeat lulled him to sleep.
"Goodnight De" Sam whispered, not expecting an answer.
"Goodnight Sammy"
Sam crinkled his nose, God how he hated that name, yet oddly enough it was growing on him.
Sam hated this. He was alone in the motel room with his dad, while Dean and John were on the hunt. This town was full of fucking ghosts. Something he knew he should be grateful of, considering that was the only thing keeping him and Dean in the same place. He should be there with him, watching his back. But no, instead he had to watch while his dad, a man who could barely work a microwave. Try to use the internet. It was actually painful to watch. His dad grunted and smacked the keyboard with unnecessary force.
"Do ya want some help dad?" Sam asked, deciding to take pity on him.
Pete looked up and glared at Sam.
"I'm fine" he growled.
"Ok"
Sam sighed and started to click his tongue, while drumming his fingers on the table.
"Sam" Pete warned.
Sam hissed through his teeth in annoyance. Pete sighed and put the lid down on the lap top.
"Is there something you want to talk about Sam?" Pete asked clearly uncomfortable.
"No" Sam answered, opening his puppy dog eyes as wide as he could.
On the inside, Sam was trembling. He had forgotten his dad was a hunter and a hunter noticed things He had hid things from his dad before, but nothing on this level he was currently doing.
"Are you sure?"
"Yes of course" Sam smiled.
"Really because I found this in the car" Pete pulled something square and metallic out of jacket pocket.
Sam stared in shock at the condom sitting on the table. When had he lost that?
"Well?" Pete pushed.
"How do you know it's not yours?" Sam asked, trying to dodge the question.
"Wrong brand"
"Ewww"
"Come on Sammy, I want answers" Pete demanded.
"What answers? It's just a condom. It's not like I'm carrying around dildos and lube" Sam snapped.
"I knew this would come back to haunt me" Pete grunted.
"What?" Sam asked confused.
"I should have spoken to you about this, but no I let you learn about sex off porn and hunters in bars" Pete ranted to himself.
"Wait what?" Sam could see this was to be a very uncomfortable moment and began to panic.
"Sam I think it's time we have a talk"
"Oh dear God" Sam whispered. "Dad, please anything, anything but that"
"Sam it won't be so bad, and if you think you're old enough for sex, which you do if your buying condoms, then you should be mature enough to talk about sex"
"I am mature enough to talk about sex, I just don't want to talk about it with you" Sam protested.
"Sam I understand it may be embarrassing to think of you dad as a sexual creature, but sex is a very natural thing. However you must be mentally as well as physically" Pete lectured as a look of pure hotter crossed Sam's face, before being replaced by suspicion.
"Where are you getting this from?" Sam demanded.
"Getting what?"
"This 'I understand you feelings' crap. You don't talk like that. You hate feelings, you hate speaking about them, you hate thinking about them. So where has all this Dr Phil crap come form?"
Pete sighed and leaned back into the crappy motel chair.
"You're too smart for your own good"
"Dad"
"I found the condom in the car and I got worried. I know you're a smart kid and you make good decisions, but I also know you're a sixteen year old boy who id given more freedom then any sixteen year old boy should have"
"So you don't trust me?" Sam asked, slightly hurt.
"It's not about trust Sam. It's about being a parent. Worrying about your child is parental instinct. I know I don't act like it most of the time, but I am you dad."
"I can see your point" Sam admitted.
Pete sighed heavily and looked at Sam. "I have to ask Sam, and I want the truth. Are you having sex?"
"Yes I am" Sam knew he owed his dad at least some of the truth.
"How long?" Pete asked as disappointment filled him.
"Not long. First time was a few months ago with this girl from school and recently a few night ago with someone I met in a bar"
"A bar? I thought you were smarter then that" Pete abolished.
"We were safe, he used a condom I swear" Sam promised.
"He?"
"Shit" Sam whispered, realising he made a major screw up.
"He, Sam?" Pete demanded louder.
"Yeah dad, he" he knew lying would be no use, the shit had already hit the fan. And as long as his dad didn't know about Dean, they was safe.
"You're Gay?" Pete managed to choke out. He seemed to be choking on his own saliva.
"No, more like Bi" Sam chirped, hoping that made a difference.
He doubted it though, as his dad appeared to be having a heart attack.
"Ok then" Pete managed as he drew in a shaky breath,
"Ok?"
"Is it too much to hope this is just a phase? Like when you were six and had a magic obsession. Or when you went through that whole 'I want to be a cowboy' thing?"
"Dad this isn't a childhood hobby. I'm pretty sure liking dick isn't a phase"
"Yeah I know. But Sam, you know how I always say you can talk to me about anything?"
"Yeah"
"This isn't one of those things"
"What?"
"I'm not saying you can ever talk to me about it, but I need a few months, a year, maybe two. So I can come to terms with this. I still love you, I will no matter what. But I think we should go back to the original system. We don't about sex. Ever."
"That was a good system" Sam chuckled.
"Alright then. I'm going to bed" Pete awkwardly got into bed and pretended to go fall asleep.
Sam rolled his eyes as he snored too loud for it to be real.
"You know dad, for a hunter, you're a pretty shitty actor."
"Don't swear" Pete mumbled.
"Whatever"
Well end of chapter three :) please review.