How will Dean deal with a small mistake made in a movie theater and how will Sam reconcile his need with his sense of propriety.

Rating: MA as the relationship deepens and the abusive nature of Dean's past is revealed throughout this chapter. If you don't like this kind of story please don't continue as it is for mature readers only. This chapter is dealing with how different the boys are where sex is concerned and learning what is acceptable and what is not. There is a small sex scene is this chapter so consider yourself warned.

As always I do not own Supernatural nor any of the rights, these all belong to Eric Kripke and the CW. Also any similarities to other stories or writers fanfic's is entirely coincidental and not a form of plagiarism.

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Chapter Seven

Where do we go from Here

(Several Weeks Later)

Sam sat across from Dean at the diner finishing his coffee and oatmeal; he watching as Dean stuffed himself with eggs, bacon, and hash browns. Dean's eyes softened as he glanced up to see Sam staring at him as he ate; yup I am definitely staring, at Dean.

Dean smiled as he finished the mound of food in his mouth, "What?" he asked.

Sam shook his head from side to side as he smiled back, flashing his deep set dimples in the process, "Nothing."

Dean continued to watch him with a questioning gaze, not believing his answer, "Okay, starey McStarerton…what? What the hell are you thinking about…cuz you're thinking it really loudly."

Sam looked away suddenly a little embarrassed that he had gotten caught staring…openly…again.

"Just thinking about how far we've come over the last several weeks."

Dean nodded his agreement as he shoveled another monstrous bite of his 'not so healthy' breakfast into his mouth, "M'hhmm…what else Sasquatch?"

Sam inhaled deeply, gratified to feel that, finally, his ribs didn't protest too painfully at the action. "I…just…I guess I'm feeling pretty good today."

Dean smiled, a smile that crinkled his eyes, at that and reached his hand across the table and squeezed Sam's in a silent confirmation.

"Yeah…me too Sammy."

Sam simply shook his head at the nickname, it wasn't gonna do him any good to correct Dean, and squeezed Dean's fingers back and then reached for his 'girly' latte, well it wasn't really a latte, but with all the cream he had in it, Dean seemed to think it was.

Dean pulled his hand back across the table, "So…spring break is next week…"

"Yeah? And…" Sam asked wondering what Dean was getting at.

Dean dropped his eyes to his almost empty plate, looking suddenly sheepish, "Well…I was thinking maybe we could go somewhere?"

Sam's brows pulled together mirroring his slight confusion, "I thought we were going to study? I mean we both have finals, and I have the LSAT's coming next month and you need to study for the MCAT."

Dean exhaled loudly, "Yeah, I, know…but it's our first spring break…together…ya know?"

Sam snickered, "Yeah…I know Dean, but we missed so much school, what with the accident and all, I just think maybe we should use the time to catch up."

Dean's slight smile faltered at the mention of the accident, and Sam mentally kicked himself for bringing it up.

"Sorry man, but I can't risk my scholarship…and I have the interview for admittance into the Law School program…like in 5 weeks. That isn't much time to prepare."

Dean's disappointed green eyes flickered back to Sam's, "I know Sam…its fine…we can just stay here."

Sam saw the disappointment register clearly on Dean's beautiful face, before he was able to school his expression into one of acceptance.

"Maybe we can cruise over to the beach or something one day." He suggested.

Dean plastered a million watt smile on his face at the thought of Sam in nothing but a pair of board shorts and some flip flops.

"I could get on board with that."

Sam's thoughts shifted to the idea of Dean in the same state of undress and suddenly the beach sounded like an incredible idea.

"Maybe we could even stay the weekend?" He suggested as he wriggled his eyebrows at Dean.

Laughter bubbled up out of Dean's chest and he shook his head in false defeat, "Oh…okay…I suppose I could put off studying for…like…two days." Dean answered with an eyebrow wriggle of his own.

"You boys need anything else?" Maggie asked as she stepped over to fill up Dean's coffee.

Sam placed his palm over his own signaling that he was good.

Dean turned his smile on the waitress, "No sweetheart…we're good. Thank you." She smiled brilliantly at them in return and left the check on the edge of the table.

Sam made a grab for the tab, but Dean was quicker, "Nuh uh Sammy…I got this."

Sam's lips curled up at the action, "Ya know, at some point you're gonna have to let me buy you breakfast…or possibly dinner?"

Dean met his amazing blue-green eyes and smiled…"Yeah maybe…but not today Sammy." Dean pulled his wallet from his back pocket and dropped a twenty and four ones on the table as he stood up.

"I guess we're done?" Sam asked as he got slowly to his own feet. His injuries were nearly all healed at this point, but his back still twinged occasionally. He leaned against the table while the pain passed. Dean's overly observant eyes were watching him, the concern in them exponentially increasing at the obvious evidence that Sam was still not completely pain free as of yet.

Sam hadn't told Dean that the Doctor's had told him that he never would be completely pain free either; he would always have some pain where the disks had been compressed after the accident, no amount of therapy could repair that.

But that is not something that you need to know. He thought as he smiled at Dean, trying to assuage his concern.

"You okay?" Dean asked quietly, his eyebrows coming together in unmasked concern.

"Yeah, Dean I'm fine. It just takes a second after I've been sitting for a while." Sam straightened up and began walking slowly toward the door, Dean falling in step beside him.

"Hey, I've got physical therapy this morning. Mind driving me there?"

Dean reached out and slid his fingers into Sam's hand stopping him; Sam turned questioning eyes toward him.

"Of course not bitch…it's a chance to drive my baby right?"

Sam chuckled and pulled Dean into a quick hug. "Always jerk. I know how much you loooove to drive that car. I'm not even sure that is healthy Dean."

Dean smirked at Sam and stood back to get a better view of his beautiful blue-green eyes.

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Dean sat and watched as Sam struggled through the physical therapy, it was painful to watch but he felt that he needed to observe it to remind himself of that fact that he was ultimately responsible for Sam's pain.

"Come on Sam, just one more." Jackie, Sam's physical therapist said as she smiled up at Dean.

Sam groaned as he nodded and pushed out one more rep on the leg press, sweat pouring down his face and dripping onto his chest.

"Great job today, Sam. A few more sessions and you might be ready to get back in the gym on your own." She said as she noted the number of reps on her clipboard.

Dean actually smiled at that, he knew that not being able run or hit the gym was driving Sam crazy…it was driving him a little crazy too. He his missed their early morning runs and Sam telling him about some new machine that the gym had recently gotten.

The only thing that the doctor's had okayed, outside of therapy, was swimming, and frankly swimming laps were getting on Dean's nerves. He needed the open air…not to mention his iPod blaring awesome music and drowning out his own crappy thoughts.

Sam stood up and walked to the bench where Dean was seated and picked up his jacket, the sweat evident on his face as pulled it on.

"Thanks Jackie, I'll see you next week."

"You did awesome Sam, keep up the good work. Bye Dean." She said as she walked behind the desk to write down their next appointment.

As an afterthought Sam turned toward the desk, "Hey Jackie, I think we're gonna be gone for a few days next week, can we schedule for the following week?"

Dean's eyes flew up to meet Sam's in surprise at the statement.

"Yeah…sure how about Wednesday at 4:30?"

Sam nodded, "That would great."

He turned and started walking again, a sly smile on his lips as he heard Dean jogging to catch up.

"We're gonna be gone?" He asked as he slowed to a walk, unconsciously, matching Sam's pace.

"Yeah, my crazy ass roommate wanted to go to the beach or something…"

A smile stretched across Dean's face as he realized what Sam was saying and that he was going to get to have Sam all to himself for a few days. No books, no computers…minimal clothing.

"Maybe we could even hit a movie…this afternoon?" Dean's voice was hopeful as he glanced at Sam out of the corner of his eyes.

Sam grinned, "I think that could be arranged."

Dean unlocked the door to the Impala, immediately reaching across to unlock Sam's door. "So…roomie…where we going?"

Sam turned to look at Dean, as he pulled two tickets out his jacket pocket, and handed them to Dean.

Dean tilted his head as he read the destination on the tickets, "Ventura Beach? Seriously?"

"Yeah, I figured I owed you for all the breakfasts you've bought…so I splurged and already reserved us a hotel room near the beach."

Dean looked at Sam incredulously, "Uhh…you could've just bought me breakfast dude." But the smile that was now plastered on his face told Sam that he was thrilled with the gift.

"Not quite the same…plus you have never let me buy you breakfast, remember?" Sam answered simply.

"Oh yeah." Dean said as he started the car. He looked over to make sure that Sam had put on his seatbelt before he put it in drive and headed back to the dorms.

"So, how goes the studying?" He asked once they were cruising down the road, safely.

Sam nodded, "Good, I have a paper to write this weekend before the break, but other than that I'm all caught up. You?"

"I have to hit the lab for some microbiology project, but the rest of my classes actually pretty easy."

Sam snorted, "I wish I could say that."

Dean looked at him, "Well, having an eidetic memory kinda helps."

Sam blew his breath out between his lips as his eyes narrowed in mock anger, "Ya think?"

Dean smiled broadly and wriggled his own eyebrows at Sam, "Not my fault dude…born this way."

Sam nodded, "I know, I just wish I had been born with that particular problem too…jealous ya know.'

Dean snorted at that, "A perfect memory…not always a good thing Sam." His smile faltered as he thought of how well all the events, good and bad, of his life were branded into his memory banks in perfect detail.

Sam licked his lips and nodded as he sensed the instant change in Dean's demeanor at the mention of his past. He tried to immediately change the subject, "Wanna try to go to the gym this afternoon?"

Dean recognized what he was doing almost instantly and he appreciated the effort. "Yeah, sure maybe you can hit the pool, and I'm sure that would help with your back."

Sam inhaled sharply and pulled his lips into a grimace, "I can try…might not be very good yet."

"Doesn't matter, I'll be impressed…promise." Dean replied as he ran his hand through Sam's soft hair.

"And then maybe we can hit the cinema tonight and catch that new action movie? Ya know the one with that guy from the pro wrestling thing." Sam said as he reached across the car to take Dean's hand in his own. He twined his long fingers through Dean's and squeezed as he felt Dean close his own fingers around Sam's.

Dean grinned as he looked at Sam briefly, "Only if I get to pick that particular flick…"

Dean…true to form picked that action movie while Sam was put on popcorn and snack duty. He knew that Dean would want the freakin nasty-ass licorice, so there was no way that Sam was gonna buy that crap and feed it his boyfriend. He instead opted for a large popcorn with extra butter and a diet coke…cuz it would make Dean nuts, along with a box of junior mints…because they were at least slightly healthy. He started towards the theater and spotted Dean about half way up in the center of the row.

Dean grinned broadly as he saw Sam slightly limping gate come around the corner and then stop to scan the theater for him, he felt his heart flutter at the thought that this gorgeous guy belonged to him. He raised his left arm and waved it around; getting Sam's attention and watching as a smile spreading across his face and revealing the dimples that Dean loved so much.

Sam slid into the seat next to Dean, and passed him the bag of popcorn and set the large soda in the cup holder between them.

Dean immediately took a large drink of the diet coke, and almost chocked as he realized too late that it was indeed diet.

"What the hell Sam!" he whispered loudly, looking around and relaxing slightly as he realized that they were alone in the theater.

"You know I hate diet!"

Sam leaned over and took a large drink of the soda, and replied with a wink, "Yeah, I know…but I don't."

Dean rolled his eyes and thrust his hand into the popcorn, "That's just cruel Sammy." He whispered as the movie started.

Sam leaned over and placed a quick kiss on his cheek, since the theater was dark, "Yeah, but if it helps…I still love you."

Dean placed his now empty hand on Sam's thigh and slowly slid it upwards toward his groin. He knew that the intimate contact would through Sam off guard so…totally worth it.

Sam yelped as Dean's long fingers brushed his balls through his jeans and continued up to the waist band of his jeans and then touched his stomach as Sam's t-shirt was gently pulled out of the way.

Sam scooted back in his chair, wondering if he could back right through it into the row behind him and tried to ignore the growing tightness was now located below his belt line.

"Really…Dean…really!" he whispered with a growing desperation and large amount of irritation. They were in a freakin public place for crying out loud, and Dean knew that this would be incredibly uncomfortable for him.

Dean turned his incredible green eyes on Sam and a smile played at the corners of his plump lips and he continued to slide his fingers along the inside of Sam's jeans.

"There's no one else here Sammy…we are the only ones in the theater." Dean whispered as he expertly flicked open the button on Sam's pants, and pushed his hand inside to palm Sam's growing erection over his boxer briefs.

"Dean…please, not here." Sam's voice was strained as he tried to ignore the comfortable pressure of Dean's fingers as they continued to softly rub his cock.

Dean leaned over, "We could leave Sam?"

Sam turned toward Dean with irritation radiating from his lust blown eyes, "Yeah, like I can walk out like this…" He gestured toward his now obvious hard-on.

Dean shrugged, "Well now…I'm dying to get you home." His voice was thick with lust as he locked eyes with Sam, and expertly slipped his hand inside of Sam's briefs and touched the springy hair as his fingers slid down and wrapped around Sam's cock, slowly squeezing and moving up and down the soft rock hard shaft.

Sam groaned deep in his chest and leaned back further into his seat as Dean continued to stroke and squeeze.

Sam wanted this, he really did, but god…not in public…only now Dean had pushed him too far to stop, he felt the rise of heat at the base of his spine and the knowledge that he was about to cum made causing Sam to grab Dean's neck and pull his full lips to meet his own in a punishing kiss. Just as Sam was about to explode he felt himself moan against Dean's mouth and saw out of the corner of his eyes as a couple walked into the theater and stopped waiting for their eyes to adjust.

Oh my god…Dean. He thought with frustration and need warring for dominance in his head.

Sam gasped as he pulled almost violently away from Dean and slid his 6'4 frame back into his seat in immense embarrassment. Sam felt his body burst as his orgasm spilled over into his jeans making him feel sticky and just a bit dirty too. He reached down and pushed Dean's hand out of the way simultaneously pulling the zipper up and refastening his jeans. Sam grabbed his coat, strategically placing it over his now wet crotch.

Sam needed to get away, just for a minute, so he got up and started slowly limping toward the exit, not even looking to see if Dean was following him. He was embarrassed, shocked, pissed, and leaving right the hell now.

Dean scrambled to gather his coat and rush after a rapidly disappearing Sam. He ran the last few steps and grabbed Sam's arm just as Sam reached for the door of the Impala.

"Sammy…I'm sorry, I wasn't thinking." Jeeze, he knew that Sam was new to this whole thing with him and that he had just forced him to cum in public.

The thought almost caused Dean to recoil as he thought of the word forced in connection with Sam and sex…oh my god. That realization made Dean want to throw up next to the car.

"Just…take me back to the dorm Dean!" Sam snarled as he crawled into the passenger seat.

"Sam…" Dean didn't want to fight, especially not with Sam and not when he should have realized and stopped until Sam was ready to make this type of leap in their relationship.

"What the hell were you thinking Dean?" Sam said quietly as he continued to stare out the window at the rapidly retreating theater.

"I just wanted to touch you Sam; I guess it didn't occur to me that you wouldn't want that inside of the theater...I'm sorry."

Dean's eyes were full of remorse, guilt, and shame as Sam pulled his own gaze from the window and looked over at the man in the driver's seat.

Sam's eyes softened as he looked at Dean, "Dean, I'm not that great with public displays of affection, and that…God…that was so out of character for me and I had no control once you started touching me…I love you too much to hold back when you do." He looked away as a look of horror flooded across Dean's features.

"I made me feel like what we were doing was sordid and wrong, Dean." Sam finished as he looked back at Dean's panic stricken face as what Sam was saying splashed like icy water into his heart.

"Oh god Sammy…I'm so sorry." The words were spoken in almost a whisper as Dean's voice caught with emotion at the thought that he had made this man, this man that he loved beyond hope…beyond reason feel the way his father had made him feel for years. "Oh god…" He said again as he slammed on the brakes and the car skidded to a halt. Dean was immediately throwing his door open as he tumbled out of the car and onto his knees and vomited onto the gravel.

He vaguely heard the other door open and close as his stomach continued to rebel against him and deposit his dinner next to the Impala.

Dean felt a hand settle gently on his shoulder, "Dean…I'm sorry. I didn't mean that, I just…I don't know how to handle that kinda thing. I'm so sorry." Sam sank into the dirt next to Dean, ignoring the pain that lanced through his back, and placed his arms around the older man, trying to calm the shivers that were currently trying to shake him apart.

A sob erupted from Dean as he leaned bonelessly into Sam, "Mmm…sorry Sammy…I never meant…I didn't want…" he whispered brokenly into Sam's shoulder.

Sam heaved a sigh as he felt the shudders rack this broken man's body as thoughts of his past flashed through Sam's mind.

"Dean…it's okay." He whispered into Dean's neck. "I love you…all the parts and all the crazy things about you. I love that you want to be with me no matter who or what is around, and I love that you are not ashamed of us." He drew in a labored breath…and chuckle escaped his lips.

"But if it has to be during a movie, let's just go to the Drive-In next time." Sam tilted Dean's eyes up so he could see into those amazing green orbs, "Okay?"

A small smile spread on Dean's lips at the thought of touching Sam in the Impala, he loved them both and the thought of having Sammy inside his beloved car was an intoxicating thought. "Promise Sammy?" he whispered as he leaned up and kissed Sam's lips gently.

Sam laughed softly, "Yeah Dean…I promise."

"Awesome." Dean whispered.

TBC…

Ah so the relationship still has things that have to be worked out, Sam's injuries for one and Dean needs to deal with his past so he can move on. Guess we'll have to see how their trip to Ventura goes. Thanks for reading.