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Something New: Chapter Two

Sam coughed and sputtered as the fiery liquid burned its way down his throat.

As soon as his stomach stopped protesting its ill treatment, he called for another. He was on his fourth? No. Fifth? Maybe. Maybe sixth, he didn't care anymore. He'd left his brother back at Fireside Motel…

Or had it been called Firebrand? He couldn't seem to remember that either.

He loved Dean with everything in him, but Dean had one hell of a temper. Not that he didn't have one too, but while Dean was quick to anger and perhaps even quicker to forgive (usually), Sam's temper built up at a more gradual pace and only seemed to spill over when he could no longer keep his emotions at bay.

He shifted his long, stiff legs and reached into his pocket for his phone, only to realize that he didn't have it. It was still back at room.

With Dean.

Sam grunted and leaned forward, propping himself up on the bar with his elbows.

Phantom vibrate was a bitch.

The bartender winked at him as she slid him another drink.

"On the house." She whispered coquettishly, licking her lips as her gaze raked over him. She obviously liked what she saw.

"Thanks." Sam smiled graciously as he tipped it back.

"You know," she leaned forward, allowing her hand to brush his leather clad arm, "my shift ends in an hour."

Sam smiled and brought the drink to his lips, tossing it back with a bit more grace this time. He absently glanced around for Mark. He had been hoping to see him here tonight, not because he wanted to hook up, but because Sam had more questions that he was sure that only he could answer. Unfortunately for Sam, it appeared that Mark was long gone.

"Want another?"

Damned if she wasn't persistent.

"He sure does, sweetheart." Sam turned just in time to see his big brother saunter over and take up the seat next to him.

His gaze turned to Sam.

"Heya, Sammy. You here for Mark?"

Sam sighed at the edge in Dean's voice and rolled his eyes before he could stop himself.

"Sure Dean."

Dean flashed his patented 'panty-dropper' smile, downed Sam's shot as soon as it was placed in front of him. Sam's protest at his mistreatment, and the loss of his shot, died just as quickly as it had begun when his brother's warm, calloused palm found its way in between his legs.

He grit his teeth as his body, instantly sprang to attention, and gasped when that same wonderful hand gave him a rough squeeze.

"Ya' ditched me, Sammy."

Dean continued to massage his brother's thickening hard-on through his jeans, but refused to look him in the eyes.

"You were in the shower. For an hour. And a half."

"So? He mumbled as he motioned the new bartender for a beer. "I was worried."

"Fuck you." Sam sneered.

His older brother eyed him carefully and slid a couple of crumpled bills across the counter. "No."

He took one long swig and sighed.

"I'm going to fuck you. Not the other way around. Not tonight. You don't deserve it."

Dean's hand increased its rhythm; skilled fingers worked silent wonders over his aching cock.

Sam groaned and made one last unsuccessful attempt to extract himself from the clutches of both Dean and the bar in its entirety.

"Dean—" He have groaned, half whimpered. His hips moved of their own accord as he thrust himself against his big brother's hand. "Shiiit!"

"You'll leave when I say you can leave."

Dean could almost swear that he saw his little brother's eyes widen to at least twice their normal size.

"That's bullshit Dean, and you know it. "

Dean took another deep gulp before replying.

"Is it?"

His grip on his little brother's dick tightened painfully. Sam resisted the urge to try to pry his older brother's unrelenting hand from between his thighs.

"Because you're bigger, Sam? Stronger? Because you're a better hunter than I am, is that it?"

"No—" He rasped through clenched teeth.

"Because if it is, then maybe I need to remind you just who is in charge around here. Is that what I need to do?"

Sam shot Dean a rueful look.

"Oh no, Sammy. Those pretty puppy dog eyes of yours aren't going to save you this time. Tell you what, I'm going to take you back to Fireside, pull down those fucking ratty jeans of yours and fucking wear that sexy ass of yours out, okay? Piss me off again and there'll be no prep, no lube, nothin'. You hear me?"

Dean leaned forward, his eyes boring deep into Sam's own. He lowered his voice to a whisper.

"I'm gonna lay you out across that bed the moment we step in the fucking room. No breaks, Sammy, no rest. Just me. Fucking you. Plowing your ass so hard until you can barely walk. And by the time I'm done with you, you'll never think about letting anyone else fuck you ever again."

"This is supposed to be a partnership, man, not a fucking dictatorship."

"That's what you think. But let's see how you feel when I'm ramming my cock down your throat."

Dean effortlessly polished off the remainder of his drink and stood while his hand, still resting on his companion's thoroughly mistreated member, forced Sam to rise with him.

"You're finished. Let's go."

Sam growled low in his throat and shot him a stubborn glare.

"I'll meet you there," he half snarled, before managing to wrench Dean's hand away from his crotch.

"No, now."

Now Sam allowed himself to stand at his full height. "You're not the boss of me, Dean."

A lazy smile spread slowly across Dean's near-perfect features.

"Wanna bet, Sammy?"

END

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