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John and Dean stood uncomfortably in the kitchen looking at each other then back at Sam. Sam was sat on the edge of the bed and he hadn't moved in over two hours, he just sat staring at the floor with tears in his eyes. Pete had left hours ago and Sam had been almost comatose since. Dean wanted to help him but he didn't know what to say, the only way he knew how to comfort was with sex and he couldn't do that with his dad standing behind him.

"Do something" John whispered in his ear.

"What am I supposed to do?" Dean hissed back, "This is why I don't have relationships, I can't do the emotional shit!"

"I'm depressed, not deaf" Sam snapped rolling his eyes.

Dean could stop a smile from spreading over his face and a small chuckle crawled up his throat.

"Sorry baby"

"It's alright"

"Sammy, perhaps you could look at me" Dean ventured, unsure if Sam was going to snap.

When Sam did look up, Dean felt his heart break. Sam's beautiful eyes were haunted and blood shot, his face pale, he looked defeat and his face was red and tear streaked.

"What Dean?"

"Oh Sammy" Dean murmured, walking over to him.

The bed dipped as Dean sat down next to Sam, they were so close their legs were touching.

"Come here" Dean whispered, wrapping his arm around Sam and pulling him close. Sam leaned over and buried his head in the curve of Dean's neck, releasing a heavy sigh.

Dean frowned when he heard soft sniffling noises coming from Sam. He knew there was nothing he could do to stop him crying and it would be better to just let him cry himself out. Shifting around, Dean pulled Sam closer and kissed the top of his head, inhaling the smell of his shampoo.

"I feel like shit" Sam mumbled.

"You look like it too"

Sam looked up and glared at him, sticking his tongue out childishly.

"Why don't you go and take a shower? It always makes me feel better" Dean suggested.

"Yeah you're right" Sam kissed Dean's neck and stood up, "Thanks" he mumbled, softly his lips.

"What for?" Dean asked, confused.

"For not leaving me"

"I'd never leave you" he promised.

Sam just smiled and walked off into the bathroom, taking a clean set of clothes with him. Watching him go, Dean felt his stomach twist and he sighed in defeat.

"We're gonna have to talk about this aren't we?" Dean muttered, throwing a side glance at John.

"Do you think I want to talk about this? Trust me, talking to you about your sex life is not top of 'fun things to do' list" John ground out, grumbling as he dropped into a chair facing Dean.

"I bought this on myself didn't I?"

"Yeah, but it was partly my fault. I mean with all the people you fuck, it was only a matter of time before you fucked someone underage and it came back to bite you in the ass." John rolled his eyes at Dean's smug look, "That's not something to be proud of"

Dean shrugged and fell down onto the bed, laying face up.

"Why didn't you tell Pete?" Dean asked, looking over at John.

"I couldn't. I was going to, but every time I got close all I could think about was how protective you were of him and when you looked at him it wasn't a 'I can't wait to fuck you' look, there was love in it. I've never seen you look at someone like that before, it was the same way your mother and I used to look at each other." John explained, shifting uncomfortably unused to talking about personal things.

"Well thank you"

"Don't thank me, you still managed to screw it up" John mumbled, "Do you really love him?"

"I'm not sure, I've never felt like this before. Normally I just fuck and run. It feels different with Sam, it's like when we have sex, it means something. I look forward to waking up with him in the morning and when I see him, it feel like someone is squeezing my heart and I can't breathe." Dean explained, smiling at the thought of Sam.

"That's love" John confirmed, wrinkling his nose slightly at Dean mentioning sex.

"Yeah well love sucks" Dean mumbled childishly.

"It's worth it though" John mused.

Dean craned his head back where he could see Sam in the shower through the slightly open door. "Yeah it is, plus the sex is great" he said with a wink.

John closed his eyes in discomfort and winced at the thought of Dean and Sam having sex.

"Just because I am not totally against this, doesn't mean I want to hear anything about it" he growled, glaring at him.

"Got it. See no evil, hear no evil." Dean repeated.

"Alright, I'm going to leave you two alone as I'm sure you two have some things to talk about" John announced suddenly, standing up from the table and grabbing his car keys.

"Make sure you don't run into Pete" Dean snorted in amusement, "He might shoot you!" he yelled after John as he left the room.

Sighing he flopped back down onto the bed, staring up at the ceiling until something out of the corner of his eye caught his attention, causing his to cock his head and roll onto his side. The door to the bathroom had opened and he had a fantastic view of Sam's naked body covered in water and steam. His eyes followed down the smooth curve of Sam's spine and over the swell of his ass. Down the slightly muscled thighs and back up, his eyes continuously returning to his bum as his thoughts were flooded with things he could do to that perfect ass. Groaned low in the back of his throat, he moved hid hand to cover the growing bulge in his jeans and rubbed slowly.

The friction caused by his jeans rubbing against his cock caused him the whimper as he tried to remain silent, not wanting to alert Sam. Just as he was beginning to rub faster he stopped, a thought coming to his mind. Why was he in here alone jacking off to thoughts of Sam, when the real thing was five feet away, wet and steamy?

"I'm a moron" he mumbled to himself, pulling himself off the bed.

Walking as quietly as he could, he snuck into the bathroom slowly pulling off his clothes as he went. Excitement hummed through his body and as he slowly stalked up behind Sam, he was reminded of something he had watched.

A lion stalking a bay animal and as he watched the lithe body of Sam move under the spray of the water, he couldn't help but feel like a lion stalking his prey. Sam was too busy shampooing his hair to notice Dean sneak into the shower behind him, causing him to nearly scream and have a heart attack when Dean wrapped his arms around his waist and whispered in his ear.

"Gotcha"

"Holy shit! What the hell is wrong with you?" Sam screeched, feeling like his heart was trying to escape up his throat.

As a answer, Dean pressed his erect cock into Sam's lower back, showing him exactly what his problem was.

"Is that all you think about?" Sam laughed happily.

"Yes. Now are you going to fix my problem?"

"Why should I?" Sam teased, rubbing his ass up and down Dean's cock.

Dean groaned when Sam started moving, causing his cock to slip up and down the crack of his ass.

"Because you're the one who caused it, therefore, you should be the one to fix it" Dean explained, his breath coming out in sharp short bursts.

"Make me" Sam challenged.

Dean growled deeply in the back of his throat and shoved Sam roughly against the hard tiled walls, causing Sam to release a grunt of pain. Dean smiled when he heard the sharp slap of flesh against tile. Sam winced as the sting spread throughout his chest.

"Ouch you bastard!" Sam grumbled.

"You're the one who wanted me to make you. Now deal with it"

Sam grunted when Dean pushed him against the wall once more and rested his cheek against the wet tile. He sighed when he felt Dean massage the muscles in his shoulders, fingers gliding up and down his back. Sam wiggled a little when finger nails began to scratch his skin, leaving red marks in their wake and shivers to crawl up his spine. Dean watched in satisfaction as angry red marks littered Sam's soft pale skin, and smirked in pride when Sam arched against the wall in pain and pleasure.

"Fuck Dean" Sam whimpered, senses overloaded.

Dean just grinned and leant down to kiss the curve of Sam's neck, licking off the beaded mixture of sweat and water. Dean frowned for a second when Sam began to shake subtly, but smirked when he realised Sam was shaking in need and lust, not pain.

"You are beautiful" he muttered, kissing the small spot behind his ear.

"Fuck me!" Sam begged.

"And such a dirty mouth" Dean murmured in approval.

"Please Dean, I need this"

The desperation in Sam's voice caused Dean to pull away in doubt.

"Where're you going?" Sam demanded, spinning around.

"I don't think we should do this" Dean admitted slowly.

"Excuse me?" Sam said incredulous, "Why the hell not?"

"It's just that with all that's happened today with your dad, I just don't think it's a good idea. I mean you're upset and I wouldn't feel comfortable with it"

Sam's face crumbled at the mention of his dad and tears entered his eyes.

"That's why I need this, to help me forget. I feel so empty and I need you inside me. Please Dean, I need you" Sam begged, cupping Dean's face with his hands.

"Id be a fool to say no after that" Dean joked, attempting to lighten the mood, uncomfortable at the depth of Sam's need for him.

"Do you want to do it here, or in the bed?" he asked as a second thought.

Sam thought for a moment before answering.

"Here, I don't want to get the bed wet and I can't wait any longer"

"Ready for me baby?" Dean grunted in a fake macho man voice.

"You're such a child" Sam giggled.

"You love me anyway" Dean murmured, pushing Sam back against the wall and placed his hands firmly on Sam's hips.

Gripping supple flesh he squeezed roughly and pulled Sam close.

"Put your hands on my shoulders and hold on" Dean demanded.

Sam did as he was told and gripped Dean tight, bracing himself against the wall. Holding him tight, Dean lifted him up. Sam's back sliding up the wall easily due to the water and grinned when Sam wrapped his legs around his waist, holding him in a death grip.

Dean moved so most of Sam's weight was being supported by the wall. Leaning over he grabbed the soap and lathered up his hand making sure his entire hand was covered. He squeezed Sam's ass cheek with one hand and slowly stroked his crack with the other, dipping a finger in every now and then.

"Ready baby?" Dean asked one more time, needing to make sure.

"Yes!" Sam ground out, bucking up against Dean and urging him to continue.

Checking one last time he had enough soap on his fingers. When he was satisfied, he circled the small puckered hole, teasing Sam by pushing the tip of his finger in, then pulling out.

"Dean, come on" Sam begged, pushing back against Dean.

"I'm in charge here" Dean reminded him, squeezing his ass.

"Just hurry up!"

Dean smiled and slowly pushed in a finger up to the knuckle, groaning slightly at the tightness and warmth. Sam whined in pleasure and forced Dean's finger deeper into him, rotating his hips to get more movement.

"Slow down Sammy, you'll hurt yourself" Dean warned, a little worried.

"Well then hurry up"

"Ok, but don't blame me if you can't sit down tomorrow"

Moving the first finger around, he slowly entered a second. He bit his lip in worry when Sam tensed uncomfortably around him, his body trying to reject him.

"Ok baby?"

"Yeah, just keep going"

Dean scissored carefully, stretching him slowly. He curled his fingers up and pressed around, searching for that special place. He knew he had found it when Sam screeched and arched up. Happy that he had found it, he added another finger and continued to hit Sam's prostate, taking his mind off the pain of being hastily stretched.

"I'm ready!" Sam managed to gasp out.

"You sure? It'll hurt" Dean warned.

"I don't care, I'm ready"

"Ok baby"

Taking his fingers out gently, he smiled when Sam moaned at the loss. Lifting Sam up slightly, he positioned his cock underneath Sam and slowly lowered him down. Sam panted out sharply as Dean filled him, stretching him painfully.

Inch by painful inch, Dean lowered Sam onto him and couldn't stop a grunt as he was enveloped by Sam's tight heat. He winced slightly as Sam dug his nails into his shoulders and he knew he'd have bloody marks on his back.

"Fuck me!"

"My pleasure"

Dean lifted Sam up and dropped him back down, forcing his cock in and out. Sam groaned and let his head fall into the curve of Dean's neck. Dean's cock moved in and out at a rapid pace, hitting his prostate at every thrust.

Reaching around, Dean gripped Sam's weeping cock and pumped in time with his thrusts. Sam was making incoherent grunts and moans, overwhelmed by pleasure. He could feel the hot coil of his orgasm building in the pit of his stomach.

"Come on Sammy, come for me" Dean grunted out, knowing he wouldn't last long.

Sam moved his hips back and forth trying to gain more friction. He was so close and when Dean added a twist at the head of his cock, he exploded. His come splattered onto Dean's chest in hot heavy spurts, only to be washed away by the shower.

The orgasm ripped through him and he couldn't stop shaking. As Sam's muscles tightened around his cock, Dean couldn't hold back and came, filling Sam full of his cum. Dean groaned as Sam milked him dry. Panting he slowly came out of his high and lowered Sam gently to the floor, holding onto him tight in case Sam's knees gave way.

He frowned when he heard Sam sniffling against his neck and became worried when Sam continued to shake. Pulling back, he placed his fingers underneath Sam's chin and lifted his face up. His eyes were red and puffy, even through the water of the shower, Dean could see Sam was crying. Panic rushed through him and for a second he could have sworn his heart stopped beating.

"Sammy? What is it? Are you alright? Did I hurt you?" Dean ranted, fear and panic taking over.

"No Dean, I'm fine" Sam assured him, shaking his head.

"Bullshit you are, you're crying"

"Dean can we not talk about this here, I'm going all wrinkly" Sam chuckled, showing Dean his wrinkly finger tips.

Dean nodded numbly, not sure how Sam could be crying one minute and laughing the next. Deciding to be extra careful, he picked Sam up bridal style and lifted him out of the shower.

"Dean what are you doing?" Sam asked confused.

Dean didn't answer, just placed Sam gently on the floor, wrapped him in a towel and picked him up again before he could run away.

"Dean I'm not made of glass" Sam pointed out as Dean sat him down on the bed.

"Tell me what I did wrong. Why didn't you tell me I was hurting you?" Dean demanded, anger replacing panic.

He lifted up the corner of the towel and gently dried Sam's face, wiping under his eyes and down to his mouth, only stopping when Sam covered his hand with his own.

"You weren't hurting me" Sam murmured soothingly, trying to calm Dean down.

"What?" Dean paused mid-rant.

"I wasn't crying because I was in pain" Sam repeated.

"Then why?"

"I'm not sure. Everything just kind of overwhelmed me and it just felt so good and I started crying" Sam shrugged.

"Oh" Dean muttered, not sure how to respond.

"Why did you pick me up?"

"I was scared I'd hurt you. I hardly stretched you and I was a bit rough" Dean admitted, blushing slightly as he realised he had overreacted.

"Awww . . . . You were worried about me" Sam teased in a sing-song voice.

"Shut up"

"Jerk"

"Bitch"

Sam smirked and flopped down onto the bed, damp hair spreading out on the pillow. Dean stood at the side of the bed, blush still staining his cheeks.

"Come here"

Sam grabbed Dean's hand and pulled him down onto the bed next to him.

"I love that you care about hurting me, but if it happens again, talk to me first before you freak out" Sam asked.

"I'll try" Dean lay down next to Sam and bought him into his arms.

"You know, I never would have pegged you for a cuddler"

"I never pegged you to be someone who'd scratch my back up like a angry cat" Dean returned, rolling over to show Sam the bloody crescent moons on his back.

"Holy shit! Did I do that?"

"Don't worry, I sorta enjoyed it"

"Kinky" Sam muttered, before struggling to hold back a yawn.

"Bed time baby"

Sam pulled Dean back towards him and snuggled down into the pillow, his face resting against Dean's neck and kissed it gently.

"Night baby" Dean whispered, tucking Sam's head under his chin.

"Goodnight Dean" Sam whispered back.

Sam fell asleep almost immediately, but Dean stayed awake and watched Sam sleep. Sam's eyelashes lightly grazed his cheeks and Dean smiled. He was happy and Sam appeared to be happy but he knew they would never be completely happy together until Sam's dad accepted them or left their lives completely.

"I promise Sammy, I'll make this right" Dean murmured before falling asleep himself.

Sam grunted happily and pressed himself closer to the warmth of Deans' body. Dean reacted by wrapping his arm around Sam's and entwining their legs together, so it was hard to tell where one ended and the other began. The sunlight filtered through the curtains causing rays of light to land on Sam's face.

"Son of a bitch" Sam muttered, rolling over and trying to hide from the sunlight.

His moving caused Dean to wake up and moan as the bright light assaulted his eyes.

"Stop moving" Dean grunted giving Sam a nudge.

"Sorry" Sam mumbled back, shielding his eyes by covering his face with his arm.

Silence entered the room once more as they both drifted off to sleep, until a load banging noise filled the room, causing their eyes to snap open.

"I'm coming in!" John yelled from outside the room.

Dean rolled his eyes and sighed in irritation, covering his face with his hands. Sam groaned and buried his face in Dean's chest.

"Here I come!" John yelled again, opening the door and slowly stepping inside.

"We heard you the first time" Dean growled out.

"I didn't want to walk in on anything . . . . . . Uncomfortable" John muttered, placing three coffee's on the kitchen table.

Dean looked over at the clock on the bedside table and glared. "It's seven o'clock in the morning! Who the fuck has sex at seven in the morning?"

"Oh I don't know, maybe the same morons who decided to have a blow job in a diner bathroom." John snapped back, causing Sam to chuckle against Dean's chest.

"That wasn't my fault. Sam kept rubbing me with his foot under the table," Dean protested, not realising how bad it sounded until he'd actually said it.

"Dean!," Sam screeched, jerking back.

"Oh for the love of God" John cringed.

"Dean, you don't tell people that!" Sam scolded, slapping Dean's arm.

"So you don't have a problem with having your mouth around my cock in a dirty bathroom, but talking about it is off limits?" Dean teased, feeling his heart beat faster at the sight of Sam blushing.

Sam looked away as he felt his face heat and embarrassment filled him. Dean smirked and lifted Sam's face up, forcing Sam to look at him.

"I love it when you blush," Dean smiled, kissing the tip of Sam's nose.

"Dean," John growled warning.

"You bought it up" Dean reminded him.

"Drink your coffee" John ordered, desperate to change the subject.

"Can you pass me those jeans?" Dean asked, pointing to the jeans on the other side of the room.

John wrinkled his nose and picked up the jeans, throwing them at Dean. Dean caught them and put them on underneath the sheet.

"You're not gonna put on underwear?" Sam asked, jumping out of bed in just his boxers.

Dean smirked at Sam's light blue boxers covered in little black cars.

"Nah, this way you have easy access" Dean explained with a wink.

"That's all you thing about isn't it?" Sam rolled his eyes. "And I'm supposed to be the hormonal teenager"

"How do you think I keep up with you?"

Sam smiled and searched for one of his shirts. "Dean have you seen my clean clothes?"

"I think they're in the bathroom, but they're probably wet from our . . . . Activities"

"Those were my last set of clean clothes" Sam pouted.

"Here. Your jeans aren't that dirty and you can wear one of my clean shirts," Dean chucked Sam one of his shirts and reached for a cup of coffee.

Sam pulled the shirt on and smiled when his head popped through the top and Dean was standing in front of him, holding his coffee

"Thanks" Sam mumbled gratefully, taking the coffee and sipping some.

"I always take care of what belongs to me" Dean reminded him with a cocky grin.

"I should protest about being referred to like a object, but I kinda like being yours,"

"Good because I can very protective," Dean leaned down and kissed Sam softly.

Sam moaned at the taste of coffee and Dean, and gave Dean's bottom lip a small nip, massaging it between his teeth.

"You taste good" Sam mumbled as he pulled away.

"You don't taste so bad yourself"

Sam flinched when his phone began to vibrate on the kitchen table and walked over to pick it up, aware of Dean watching his ass as he went.

"Stop looking at my ass"

"Put some pants on" Dean counted with a shrug.

Sam bent over slightly and wiggled his ass playfully, giggling when Dean threw a pen at him. Sam picked up the phone and answered cheerfully.

"Hello"

"Sam pack your stuff"

"Dad?"

"Pack your shit Sam!"

"What? Why?"

"I'm coming to get you, I'll be there in fifteen minutes"

"What? Dad no!"

"I'm not giving you a choice Sam!"

Before Sam could respond, Pete hung up and all he could hear was periodic beeping. He stood frozen in place, world crashing down around him.

"Sammy?" Dean murmured hesitantly, knowing what ever Pete had said it wouldn't be good.

"He's coming to get me. He's going to take me away! I can't leave you Dean, please don't let him take him take me!" Sam ranted, beginning to hyperventilate.

Dean ran over and grabbed Sam by the shoulders. "Sammy, baby, calm down. I promise I wont let him take you" Dean soothed, squeezing his shoulders in comfort.

"How?" Sam whimpered, for the first time not believing Dean could protect him.

"Let me take care of that" Dean smoothed down Sam's hair. "Dad? Go and pack the car"

"What?" John asked confused.

"We're leaving and we're taking Sam with us" Dean explained calmly, but with a underlying tone of urgency.

John looked like he was going to object but stopped when he saw Dean's face and knew it was pointless.

"I hope you know what you're doing" John grumbled, picking up the duffle bags and headed out to the car.

"Dean, can't let you do this" Sam protested, tears in his eyes.

"I promise you I'd look after you. I can't lose you Sammy. I'm not afraid of you dad" Dean assured him.

"Liar"

"Ok, so I'm little afraid of your dad" Dean amended.

"What did I ever do to deserve you?" Sam mumbled, kissing Dean softly.

"Come on, we need to leave, before your dad gets here"

"Yeah come on" Sam muttered walking out to the car.

"Sam wait!" Dean stopped Sam and twirled his around.

"What is it?" Sam asked, afraid Dean was going to change his mind.

"Are you sure you want to do this?"

"What do you mean?"

"If we do this, you'll probably lose your dad forever. Are you ready to give him up?" Dean asked, needing to be sure this was something Sam really wanted.

"My dad lost me the moment he walked out on me," Sam admitted, reassuring Dean.

"Guys we need to go" John pushed, knowing Pete would be there soon.

Sam hopped into the passenger seat and sighed heavily, knowing he had made one of the hardest decisions he had ever had to make. It was Dean or his dad and he slightly surprised at how easy the choice was. Dean jumped into the his car, glancing at Sam next to him and John in the car in front of him, glaring at him through the rear view mirror.

Ten minutes into the drive Sam's phone began ringing. Out of the corner of his eye, Dean saw Sam glance at the phone before turning it on silent and throwing it into the back seat.

"It's going to be a long drive" Dean murmured.

Sam smiled grimly and reached over, pulling Dean's hand into his own and squeezing gently.

"Maybe one day my dad will accept us" Sam hoped.

"Maybe"

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