Chapter 2: First Experiences

They arrived at the motel and Sam stayed in the car while Dean booked a room. Dean came back to the car holding a key and leant in through the window, "dad's been here. He's got a room booked out for the whole month" Sam stepped out of the car, "I hope your breaking in skills are still intact" Dean told him and Sam laughed, "of course! I learnt from the best"

He pulled a paperclip from his pocket and proceeded to unlock his father's motel room door. They inspected every inch of the room but found no evidence that he was actually there any more. The brothers then found their room and Dean stared at the one bed in the small space. "brilliant" he muttered and Sam patted him on the shoulder,

"it'll be fine. Almost every time we've gone hunting we've had to share a bed. this isn't any different" Dean gave him a look of uttermost displeasure, "all of those times we did, I'm pretty sure you were straight" Sam started to peel off the extra layers he had on, then pulled a pair of sweatpants out of his bag. "you take that side and I'll take this one' Sam instructed.

He climbed into the bed and pulled the thick quilt around him. Dean sighed and followed suit, "you stray over here and I swear to god I will carve out your heart with the knife I keep under my pillow" he threatened. Sam swatted him with a pillow, "shut up and go to sleep" he exclaimed and turned his back to Dean.

"you know, this is the first time I've ever been in the same bed as a gay guy." Dean joked and received a kick in the leg, numbing it. "there's a first time for everything" Sam grumbled. Dean leant over and turned off the light.

Dean woke the next morning to find a warm heavy object on his chest. "Sam, get the hell off of my chest!" he said loudly and Sam sleepily moved off of his brother. "sorry Dean" he said drowsily and turned over. "God, you had to make my dad m.i.a then tell me my brother likes playing with boys more than girls" Dean exclaimed to the roof. Sam reached over and with full force, slapped him across the chest.

Dean swore loudly. "I told you I wasn't going to tolerate any more homo jokes!" Sam said and got out of bed, then stalked off to the bathroom. "yeah, and I told you not to take things to heart so much!" Dean yelled after him. A brilliant start to another day.

The next 3 nights were the same. Dean would wake up and some body part of Sam's would be on him. He said the same thing every morning too. "Sammy. You're my brother and I love you, just not in that Brokebacky kind of way" Sammy would give him the bird and turn over, "get over it Dean"

Dean rolled his eyes, "you know Sammy; you opting for guys honestly doesn't bother me as much as I thought it would" he stated as he laced up his boots. Sam sighed, "Dean, just before I left for college you said that you hated gays. When I first decided on it that was what popped into my head. 'is my brother going to accept me?' I was worried for ages"

Dean turned to face him, "how could I not accept you? You share my DNA" Sam hesitated, "what if you'd only just met me? What if I was some stranger you'd just made friends with, then said I was gay. Would you accept me then?"

Dean returned to his boots, "I don't know. Probably not. If you were some stranger who'd just told me you were gay, probably not. But Sam, you know I have no problems with it! I could tell right away and if I was uncomfortable with you being gay we wouldn't be here right now!"

Dean was beginning to get frustrated, "this is all new to me Sammy! I've never had someone so close to me that's gay! It does freak me out a little bit!" Sam now sat cross legged on the bed next to him, "does that mean you can't fully accept me as a brother any more?" he asked and Dean noticed his voice tremble. "I don't know. Just give it time and we'll see"

He finally finished with his boots and stood up, then walked out the door and around the corner of the motel block. He slid down the side of the building and sat in the dust. He pulled out his phone and dialled the familiar number of John Winchester. The message he had heard so many times played again and the beep sounded.

"hey Dad. It's Dean again. This is a really twisted puzzle you've laid out for us here. Could you just call me and tell me you're all right? I dragged Sam away from college to help me on this wild goose chase and it's been hard between us. We just want to know you're ok" he hung up and closed his phone.

Dean couldn't stop the tears that flowed down his cheeks, nobody could.

888THE LONG GOODBYE888

after a while Sam came out to look for his older brother. He hadn't taken the car so Sam knew Dean had to be around the motel somewhere. He noticed footprints in the dirt leading around the back of the motel block. Dean was sitting up against the wall, his head in his hands. "you're not very good at covering your tracks" Sam told him and sat down as well.

"I didn't mean what I said before" Dean told him and Sam spread his lanky legs out in front of him, "I don't really mind whether you accept me up here" he paused to tap Dean's forehead, "it's whether you accept me in here" he poked Dean in the chest. "Sammy, you already know I love you. You're one of the most valuable things in my life. any time you need that thought refreshed, come and see me"

Sam played with a rock, "I really missed you when I was at college." He hesitantly placed his head on Dean's shoulder and was surprised when his brother didn't nudge him off. "I can imagine it's hard being a homophobic and having a gay brother. Trust me, it's hard being gay and knowing your brother will never look at you the same way he did before"

Dean smiled into the sunlight glaring down on them. this was the side of his brother he didn't know that well, but could get to like.

"you know what I'm worried about?" Sam continued, breaking Sam out of his train of thought. "what's that?" Dean asked vacantly and Sam removed his head and continued to play with the rock, "Dad. I seriously think he'll just chuck me out again. He never approved of anything I did and this'll just make it so much worse"

Dean could see where his brother was coming from. John Winchester wasn't the most accepting man and had a very closed mind. This wasn't to go down well.

A/N: I got over my addiction of putting an author note at the start! Aren't you all proud of me? Tell me what you think! Press the button or I swear to god… omg that's a Supernatural line!

Dean: you let him go or I swear to God…

Possessed John: what? What are you and God going to do to me?

-happily keeps on reciting lines-

again, thanks to my beta, Vanhelsing's angel. Mmm, Mr Bryans.