DISCLAIMER: Unfortunately, I do not own Sam or Dean. They belong to Eric Kripke (lucky!) And I am just playing with the boys for my own twisted entertainment.

CHAPTER SEVEN: WHY?

Sam woke the next morning as the sun shone through the curtains in the little motel room and into his face. He moaned a little in protest as he closed his eyes against the glare, just wanting to get back to sleep. What time was it anyway? And why did he feel like he had a giant rod shoved up his ass the night before. Slowly, carefully seeing as how his ass had a new and exciting pain, Sam sat up, eyes searching the room for Dean. "Dean?" he asked, standing. "Dean, where are you?"

He walked into the kitchen area of the motel and looked around for any kind of food that he could eat. Damn, he was hungry. More hungry than usual, which was weird. Of course, there was no food, so he couldn't eat unless he and Dean were going out for breakfast. And Dean was nowhere to be seen, so that wasn't happening. Wait a minute, Dean wasn't here. Oh God, what if Sam needed him? What if the pain came back and Sam needed Dean to touch him to make it all go away. And if he wasn't here, then Sam would have to suffer.

Quickly, Sam pulled out his cell phone, dialing Dean's number. Tapping his foot on the ground nervously, there was nothing Sam could do but wait for Dean to answer his phone. And if he didn't, then Sam was screwed. "Dean?"

"Good morning, sunshine. Well, actually, more like afternoon. What is it, Sammy, what do you need?" Dean asked, the sound of the Impala's engine being a nice change from the silence in the motel room.

"Where are you, Dean? I can't find you anywhere and if you're here and I start getting pains, I--"

"Calm down, Sam, I went to grab breakfast. And you won't be in pain anymore for at least another day. I did some research and I found out a few things about this curse. I'll explain everything when I get back, don't worry, Sasquatch. While you wait for me, though, I'd take a shower. You're a little dirty."

Sam heard Dean chuckling on the other line and he frowned. "I am not dirty, Dean. I just showered last night before I went to bed, so unless the bed was filthy, I'm clean."

"Oh, the bed was pretty filthy last night, Sammy." Dean chuckled again. "Come on, Sam, you can't tell me you don't remember what happened."

"That's what I'm trying to tell you! I have no idea what happened! I remember you yelling at me and telling me that you weren't going to let me die. And then Bobby came in and I went into the bathroom to hide from everything. The, it's just blank. Dean, what happened?"

"Calm down, Sammy," Dean repeated. "I said I'll explain everything when I get back. Now, I'm about ten minutes away, so shower, and I'll tell you what you want to know when I see you."

Sam sighed, frowning deeper. "Fine, I'll see you soon," he answered, hanging up the phone. Slowly, he lowered himself onto the bed again, shifting so he was in a better position. There was no explanation as to why he was in pain like this. Well, no logical explanation, anyway. The only explanation Sam could think of was illogical and completely off the wall. Dean would never do something like that. Even if it would help Sam; there was a line that Sam thought Dean would never cross.

When the door opened, Sam shot up, looking expectantly at his brother. He gasped when there was a McChicken Sandwich thrown at him, although he caught it. Frowning, he walked over to the table, taking a seat across from Dean. Raising his brows at Dean, there was no way Dean was missing the hint that he wanted answers, and he wanted them before they ate.

Dean rolled his eyes. "Can you not look at me like that, Sammy. You're distracting me from my food." Shaking his head, Dean went to take another bite, only to sigh and put the burger back down on the table. "Okay, Sam, you win. What do you want to know?"

"Everything," Sam answered, leaning his elbows on the table. "I need to know everything that happened last night and this morning before I woke up."

Sighing, Dean followed suit with Sam, leaning on the table. "All right. Like you said, you ran into the bathroom after bobby got here. Well, then Bobby told me that this succubus could be in hiding for a long time seeing as how she's feeding off of you. And every time you feel pain, that's her, feeding off you. So, naturally, when your obsession, me, touches you, the pain goes away."

"Dean, stop, I know all of this," Sam complained. "get to the part that I want to know. That I don't already know."

"Okay, well, let me think here. When Bobby left, you came out of the bathroom and seriously invaded my personal space." A small, unnoticeable smile came to Dean's face as he thought about how last night played out. In all honesty, he wouldn't mind doing that again. Looking back up at Sam, Dean rolled his eyes at the blank stare on his brother's face, meaning that he needed to elaborate. "By that, Sammy, I mean you shoved your tongue down my throat."

Sam stared at Dean, wide-eyed, unsure of how to take this new information. "So, naturally," Dean continued, "I scrambled away from you. Well, that was until I hit the wall and was pinned. I begged you to stop, but you knocked me out."

"Oh my God, Dean!" Sam shouted, jumping out of the chair he was sitting in. "I raped you?! Oh my God!" He was backing up now, towards the wall, shaking his head back and forth frantically as his eyes began to tear up.

Rolling his eyes, Dean sighed, standing and following Sam's backward movements. "Would you let me finish the story, Sam?" By this time, Dean had Sam pinned to the wall, one hand on either side of his head, looking at him with his pale jade green orbs. "When I woke up, I was tied down to the bed, naked. And you were so far gone, you were smirking maliciously. Now, you know how I fee about being tied up, so I fought, eventually got you to take the ropes off."

Letting his head drop, Dean sighed again. "Do I really have to tell you what happened after that? Or can you figure it out by yourself?"

Sam eyed Dean curiously, his frown still plastered on his face. "Wait, if you let me have sex with you, then why do I feel like I had a rod shoved up my ass?"

Dean smirked, trying to hold back his laughter. "That would be my rod." Again, Dean shook his head, sighing once more at the look of sheer confusion on Sam's face. "Last night, Sammy, I told you I wasn't going to play bitch. So, naturally, you did." Realizing that Sam was still confused, Dean rolled his eyes. "I fucked you, Sammy. You know, the whole nine yards? I fucked your mouth, and I had my dick in your ass." As realization washed over Sam's face, Dean smiled.

"You mean we--? Together? Last night?" Sam babbled, unable to process all of this new information. "Willingly? I mean, you slept with me, willingly?" Dean nodded, a small smile playing across his lips. "Why, Dean?"

"Because you needed it," Dean stated, as though that explained everything. He looked at his watch, sighing. "And you're due for another session, so come on, big guy." Okay, so what if Sam wasn't due for another session for a couple more hours, Dean wanted him now. However, he would never admit that to anyone, not even Sam, unless he made him with his stupid little puppy dog look. "Sam, let's go, get your ass on the bed," he said as he began walking to the bed.

Shaking his head, Sam made sure to place his hands on the wall so he wouldn't give in to temptation. "No, Dean, I don't want to." Inside his head, he was screaming at himself that he was a liar! Of course he wanted Dean to have sex with him again. And this time he would actually remember it! But Dean didn't want this. He was only doing this because he thought it was helping Sam, and in Sam's mind, that was rape. And there was no way he was going to rape his brother...again.

Dean sighed, shaking his head as he walked back over to Sam. "Sam, why don't you want to? Last night you were pretty into it." Sam frowned at Dean, giving him his trademark bitch look. "All right, so what you don't remember it, but still. We have to have sex like this, otherwise you're going to lose control again and I don't want to wake up tied to my damn bed, okay?"

Sam looked into Dean's eyes, champagne hazel clashing with jade green. "You don't want this, Dean. You're only doing this because you think it's what I need to stay alive and sane."

"It is what you need."

"But you don't want to have sex with me, Dean. And in my mind, that's rape." Sam looked at the ground. "I'm not going to rape you again, Dean."

Dean sighed, getting angry. "You didn't rape me, Sammy. I was a consenting adult."

"I'm not going to do it. I'll just lock myself in the bathroom when you sleep, or something."

"You could unlock the door and come out at any minute." Dean grabbed Sam's wrist and began pulling him to the bed with him. "Come on, Sam, stop being such a drama queen."

Sam pulled his wrist away, causing Dean to turn on him, his stare angry and hurt at the same time. "I can't, Dean. Please don't make me."

Sighing, Dean asked, "Do you want me like that, Sammy? And tell me the truth." Slowly, biting his bottom lip, Sam nodded, looking away from Dean. "Good, then what's the problem?"

"You don't want me like that," Sam answered, making sure he didn't look at Dean. Now that his secret was out, he felt dirty. And Dean was going to look at him funny, he just knew it.

"Sam, come on, let's just do this."

"No."

Frustrated, Dean sighed again. "You're going to make me say it, aren't you?"

"Say what?"

"I want you like that, too." Sam's mouth almost fell open as his eyes widened to the size of grapefruits. "Don't say anything about it, Sammy, just get on the bed."

"Dean--"

"No, Sam. I don't want to have a huge conversation about it, I just want to do it. Now, are you in or not?"

Smiling, Sam nodded, taking a step closer to Dean as he reached for him, wrapping his arm around Dean's neck and tangling his fingers through Dean's short cropped golden brown hair. Quickly, he crushed his lips against his brother's, parting his lips so Dean's tongue had full access to the inside of Sam's mouth.

Sam's moans were swallowed up in the kiss as he walked forward, forcing Dean back to the bed. The kiss was broken once the back of Dean's knees hit the bed, causing him to fall onto it. He looked up at Sam as he tried to catch his breath, telling Sam to get on the bed with just his eyes. Sometimes, it was scary how well they knew each other. They could just look at one another, and the other would know what to do.

Scooting back, Dean gave Sam more room so he could have his whole body on the bed with him instead of just his hands. And Sam gladly followed, grabbing Dean's shoulders once he hit the headboard and pulling him into a hard yet passionate kiss. "Dean..." Sam moaned, nipping Dean's full bottom lip as he pulled away.

"What, Sammy?" Dean asked, licking his lips as he looked into his baby brother's eyes. He looked so much more different compared to last night. This time, he was Sam, really Sam. He wasn't fighting anything inside of him. Just being his normal, adorable Sammy self.

"Isn't Bobby supposed to be coming over here today?" Sam asked, kissing and nipping at Dean's throat.

Dean's eyes widened as he heard the doorknob rattle, signaling someone was coming in. "Shit! Get off, Sam!"

Sam scrambled to his feet, adjusting his clothes so that it didn't look like he was just about to have sex with his brother. Dean casually sat back on the bed, crossing his arms over his chest and watching the door.

"Hey boys!" Bobby yelled as he finally got the door open. "I have great news! I found the succubus!"