kyu: Okay guys. Chapter two! I actually really like writing this story. Sam and Dean are such an easy couple to write for. I know I said I was working on a Jensen/Jared story, but that got put on hold when I got the idea for this!

Disclaimer: As I noticed I forgot it in the first one, I do not own Sam, Dean, or any other part of the Supernatural universe.

"… she couldn't even see that I- Dean, are you listening?"

Dean snapped his attention back to… Rachel? Rhonda? Ranae! "Sorry. I don't know where my head's at tonight."

Ranae looked like she was still going to hold her anger, but then Dean kicked on his smile, and she melted in her miniskirt. "Look. I know you're worried about your brother, but I promise my cousin and his friends are actually nice and normal- for total geeks anyway."

"I get that. It's just… I'm all Sam's got. Dad's never really around, so I watch him. He's MY responsibility."

"So why do you leave him alone so much?" Dean's eyes snapped up at the absolute hatred in her voice.

"W-What?"

"You know what I mean, Dean. You're always leaving him and flinging yourself at the first available hussy. I'm not the first, nor will I be the last."

Dean's world twisted, the diner booth he had been in fading to black, just like the rest of the diner. Ranae was now standing while he kneeled on what moments before had been shiny linoleum.

Ranae began walking around him in a circle, slowly tightening it. "Do you really think he can ignore it? The way you bolt out the door at the first sign of freedom? You're his world, and you just keep leaving. Always leaving."

Suddenly, Ranae's face was no longer Ranae's but Becky's, his failed prom date. "And yet, no matter what, he's always there for you when you need him."

Another circle and another face. This time, Sara, one of a set of twins he had doubled with. "You leave him, shattering him, his poor little heart, and yet when you come crawling back, he always picks up the pieces, stitching you back together. And he never complains, no matter how much it hurts."

Dean covered his ears, clenching his eyes shut. "STOP! Stop it! You don't know anything about us!"

"Oh but we do, Dean. We know all about your sick little fascination with Sammy. His pretty little face and his tight little body." Candi this time, a cheerleader from some hick town.

"NO! I don't-"

"Know what we're talking about?" A brunette he'd never learned the name of from an impromptu back alley date. "Of course you do! You've been after him for years!"

"I never touched Sammy!"

"Oh, but you've thought about it- dreamt about it!" Susan, a little nerdy chick he'd felt up in a school closet. "All those nights you've been woken up by the relief brought on by a phantom lover. Wishing it was his fingers along your ribs-"

"HIS mouth going down on you!" Barbara, another cheerleader he'd fought off an older boyfriend for and then gotten an amazing blowjob in return from.

"No! I would never- I can't! He's my- My baby. My baby brother. Go! Go away!"

"Will your feelings for him go away?" Lina, a spoiled brat who got everything until Dean came along and denied her. When Dean didn't answer, she sneered. "I thought not. Pervert."

Dean curled in on himself as one girl turned to many, all shouting slurs and accusations at him.

"DEAN!" Sam's voice was muffled by the bathroom door, but Dean heard it none the less. He flinched from his spot on the tub floor and wrapped his arms tighter around his legs. The water had long gone cold, but he barely felt it anymore.

He heard Sam mumble, "All right. That's it." And that was all the warning he had before the door was kicked in. He kept his head down, but he still felt Sam come towards him and open the curtain. Sam hissed at how cold the water was, then again at the blue tint to Dean's skin.

"What are you doing?!" He snapped, twisting both knobs off before grabbing a towel and trying to wrap it around Dean. He tried not to let it hurt when Dean flinched again, but he couldn't completely shake it. Ignoring it, he pulled Dean out of the tub and began vigorously drying him off, trying to rub the circulation back into flow.

"You're freezing, De! What were you thinking?"

Dean made no move to help nor hinder. He just stood and let Sam dry him then lead him to the bedroom to be dressed and put under the covers. Sam slipped in next to him, gathering Dean close and rubbing his arms. He leaned in and kissed Dean's temple, wishing it didn't cause Dean to inhale sharply. After almost twenty minutes of awkward silence, Sam took the plunge.

"Why were you in there so long, Dean?" He only became more confused when Dean mumbled something about feeling dirty. "What do you mean?"

It took another ten minutes of coaxing and patience before Dean would say anything. "I- I had another dream."

"Okay?" Sam kept his voice neutral. His brow furrowed further and further as Dean explained his dream. "So… You dreamt about a bunch of girls you've never met telling you lies about leaving me alone as a kid?"

Dean's eyes went wide, but he kept his mouth shut. "Dean, baby, you're under a lot of stress with your shop and everything. I think you need to take a couple days off and just relax. The cars will be there when you get back. Stay home with me and Lucas. We can take a trip or just hang out here and watch movies or something. Sound good?"

As if on cue, sniffling and tiny footsteps could be heard coming from the hallway. The door pushed open, and a little boy of no more than five came in, a stuffed dog hanging from the hand that wasn't rubbing his eye. Sam kept one arm around Dean but opened the other to the boy, who silently accepted the invitation and crawled his way across the king-sized bed.

Lucas placed himself between his daddies but curled towards Dean, his little fingers pulling at Dean's shirt. Dean's arms went around his little boy, and when he snuggled close to lay his head on his shoulder, Dean rubbed his cheek against the soft brown hair. Dean thought for a second, then looked at Sam.

"I think I'll take you up on that offer. I think all I need is a Disney movie marathon from a pillow fort." Sam smiled at him and nodded. He leaned over and shut off the lamp, snuggling back in and pulling the covers up over them.

kyu: Sorry it's so short, but the breaks don't make any sense if I go any farther into it! I'll update soon though. I promise!