A/N: So I originally posted this on AO3 but I thought you guys might like it here too :)
I do not own any of the people in this story. They all belong to Eric Kripke and the CW. Please enjoy
Pairing: Sam/Dean
2.
Sam woke up the next morning to the smell of bacon and eggs and fresh coffee. He inhaled deeply and swung his legs over the side of the bed. He was greeted to the sight of Dean standing at the motel's dinky little kitchen in a pair of boxers and an old Metallica shirt.
"Morning sleeping beauty," Dean teased, fixing up to plates and setting them at the table. "Picked up a few things from the store up the street. Figured I'd make breakfast."
"Smells great," he complimented as he got up and sat down.
He was presented with a hot cup of coffee and a kiss. Sweet, soft and short. It caught him off guard but Dean was back at the small stove. He handed Sam a plastic fork and knife and sat down across from him.
"Well don't just sit there, eat," Dean nudged his hand with his own before digging into his food.
Sam nodded and dug into his food. Tasted good too. The bacon was made just how he liked it. He couldn't remember the last time Dean had cooked. Probably around the time Sam start high school. Or maybe it was middle school?
He swallowed a mouth full of food and almost choked as Dean's foot found its way to his thigh. Rubbing gently. He drank some more coffee and tried to subtly move away without Dean noticing.
Only he noticed, and he frowned.
"What's the matter?" He asked, drinking his coffee.
"...Doctor said we shouldn't over exert you," he lied easily. "Might make you dizzy…"
"Oh…" Dean nodded a little.
"Later," Sam added.
He reached across the table and squeezed his hand. Dean smiled a bit at that. "Okay."
They finished breakfast. Sam insisted on doing the dishes. They showered separately and got dressed before going to town. They needed to do laundry and Sam needed more time to figure out what to do.
Sam stretched his legs out as he watched Dean sort their clothes. They were in a fairly empty laundromat. Sam had tried to help and now one of their load's of clothes were pink. Dean had ordered his ass to be glued to a chair until he said otherwise.
He took out his phone seeing that Bobby was calling and winced. "I gotta take this," Sam told Dean as he stood up.
Dean nodded and went back to folding the finished laundry as Sam stepped outside.
"Hey Bobby," Sam greeted after he answered.
He leaned against the wall and ran a hand through his hair.
"Heard about Dean's accident, how's he doing?" the older man asked.
"...How'd you hear about that?" Sam asked.
"Your dad told me. Said you left him a message," Bobby answered.
Sam snorted. "So he has time to call you and tell you what happened to Dean but he doesn't have time to call me back and ask himself? Typical Dad." He sighed. "Anyway, he's fine...but...he has amnesia, he remembers he's a hunter, but he doesn't remember-" he cut himself off not sure of what to say.
"What doesn't he remember?" Bobby asked, concerned.
"Doesn't remember a few things...he doesn't really remember you…" Doesn't remember that we're brothers, he thought. "Not even sure he remembers Dad to be honest."
"Well why don't you two come on down for a few days, cleared out your old room, made it liveable," Bobby told him.
"Sure, that sounds nice," Sam admitted.
He looked back inside and saw Dean leaning against one of the washing machines, another guy was leaning just a little too close for Sam's comfort. He watched the scene. Dean taking subtle steps back and the guy following.
"I'll call you when we're on our way," he added before hanging up.
He stuffed his phone into his back pocket and practically threw the door open as he walked inside and right up to Dean and the man.
"There a problem here?" he asked, crossing his arms over his chest.
"Not at all," the guy said, still looking at Dean.
Sam narrowed his eyes a fraction. "Really? Because it looks like you're trying to pick up a guy who doesn't want your attention."
The man snorted. "He seems pretty interested to me."
"...I'm really not…" Dean took another step back.
Sam smirked and put his arm around Dean. "He's already taken."
The guy huffed. "Whatever." He walked off and it took Sam a minute to realize Dean was rubbing his wrist.
"What's wrong?" Sam frowned. "Did he grab you?"
"It's nothing Sam," Dean brushed it off. "Could you get the clothes out of the dryer it's the third one."
Sam raised his hand to his lips and kissed the bruise. He looked up and saw Dean flushing a light pink.
"I'm not gonna let anyone hurt you okay?" he promised.
Dean rolled his eyes a little. "Dude, enough chick flick moments."
Sam chuckled. "What do you think about going to South Dakota? A...friend lives there and he offered to let us stay with him for a little bit."
"Friend? Do I know him?" Dean asked, putting the last of the laundry in the dryer.
Sam nodded. "He's a family friend. Sort of a second uncle to us…" Sam answered a little hesitantly.
"Okay," Dean smiled.
"But...he doesn't know that we're together...since our relationship is still new, we don't want too many knowing in case…." he trailed off. "He just doesn't know okay?"
Dean nodded. "Secret relationship. Kinky," he smirked a little and walked past Sam, smacking his ass on the way to one of the tables to fold the laundry.
Sam jumped a little and cleared his throat. They finished the rest of the laundry and loaded everything into the truck. Sam drove them back to the motel and they got the rest of their things before checking out.
The first few hours of the drive were smooth and easy going. Dean had fallen asleep an hour after they had been on the road. His head was resting on Sam's shoulder, lightly snoring.
Sam ran his fingers through his hair as he slept and turned down the music. It wasn't until about two hours 'till they reached Bobby's place, he felt a hand slowly creeping up his thigh. He glanced down and saw Dean's hand stroking his thigh before coming up higher to squeeze him through his jeans.
"De...Dean….I'm gonna crash the car if you keep doing that…" Sam tried not to let it get to him.
"Then why don't you pull over?" Dean leaned up and kissed his neck. "Take a little break?"
Sam groaned softly as Dean's fingers quickly undid his belt and reached his hand in. He swore and pulled over. He grabbed Dean's face and pulled him into a kiss. Dean made a pleased noise and stroked Sam through his boxer.
Sam tangled his fingers into his hair as Dean leaned down, licking his length before taking it into his mouth. He started sucking, taking him deeper into his mouth. He sat up a little and swirled his tongue, sucking on the head and running his tongue over the slit.
Sam thrust his hips a little and tugged Dean's hair before coming into his mouth. Dean swallowed and sat up wiping his mouth off.
"God you have such pretty lips," he murmured, running his thumb over his bottom lip.
Dean rolled his eyes. "I suck you off and all you say is I have pretty lips?"
Sam pulled him into another kiss. His hands gripped his waist as he pulled him sideways into his lap. Dean's legs sprawled on the seat.
Dean's arms went around his neck, deepening the kiss and moaning softly as Sam ran his fingers under his shirt and stroked his skin.
Sam reached for Dean's belt and unbuckled it, undoing the button and put his hand down his pants.
"Someone's excited," he teased, feeling the head.
"Whose fault is that," Dean clutched Sam's arm as Sam kept teasing the head. He shuddered and spread his legs as Sam began to stroke him.
"You're right, it's my fault," Sam kissed his neck and picked up the pace.
Dean groaned as he finally came and coated Sam's hand, a wet spot noticeable on the front of his jeans. Sam pulled his hand out and wiped it on the leather seats. He'd clean it later.
"Fuck…" Dean leaned against him.
"It was a pretty sucky hand job…" Sam confessed.
"We'll work on it," Dean replied, leaning up and kissing him.
After cleaning up and switching seats, Dean followed Sam's directions to Bobby's. Driving at least ten miles over the speed limit on the long stretch of road. No other cars in sight. Just the Impala and her purring engine.
They pulled up to Bobby's just as the sun was setting. Sam got out first and grabbed their duffel's out of the trunk as Bobby met Dean on the porch.
"Took you two long enough," he clapped Dean on the shoulder as he walked onto the porch.
"Had to pull over for gas," Sam lied easily as he stepped up behind Dean.
"You two hungry? Made some steaks and potatoes," Bobby told them as they walked into the house.
"Sounds great," Dean smiled.
"I'll take the bags upstairs," Sam told them.
Dean nodded and followed Bobby into the kitchen while Sam took the stairs up to the room they were to stay in.
Bobby was right about cleaning up. The room was more or less spotless. Two twin beds with some clean sheets. The room was free of clutter and there were a couple dressers. He set the duffel's on the floor before going back downstairs.
Dean was standing at the stove, reheating the food while Bobby was sitting at the table drinking a beer. He hung back a little. Listening in on their conversation.
"Sam told me you're pretty much family," Dean sounded awkward as he said this.
"Knew you two since you were boys," Bobby replied.
Dean nodded a little.
"Your father used to drop the two of you off when he went out on hunts," Bobby continued.
"Father?" Dean looked at Bobby over his shoulder.
"Smells good," Sam stepped into the kitchen to keep Bobby from saying anything and grabbed a beer from the fridge.
Bobby gave him a look and Sam internally winced. Bobby was gonna tear him a new one later.
