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
3.
"Boy, you better tell me what's going on right now before I rip you a new one," Bobby pointed a finger in Sam's face.
They were standing on the back porch, Dean was inside reading over some case notes for a possible lead, letting the two men talk.
"Dean uh….Dean doesn't remember the fact that we're brothers...doesn't remember our dad…" Sam's shoulders slumped a little. "I've tried to get him to remember but nothing seems to be working. Doctor said it might be selective amnesia and that it could be a few months before he remembers."
"What've you told him?" Bobby asked.
"That we've been hunting together a long time and that you're like an uncle to us," Sam answered. "I haven't told him much about Dad...wasn't sure what to say about that."
"Well shit…" Bobby shook his head. "You sure you two should be out hunting with Dean in that condition?"
"A simple salt and burn shouldn't be a problem," Sam replied. Sure it was a salt and burn that got us into this mess...he left that part to himself. "And I'll call you if we run into trouble."
Bobby looked reluctant before nodding and clapped him on the shoulder. "Watch out for him you idjit."
Sam huffed out a laugh and nodded. "I will."
He went back inside and walked over to Dean, leaning over his shoulder. "How about we go for a drive?" he offered.
Dean glanced up. "You wanna go for a drive? Now?"
"Why not...we could go check out the constellations," Sam glanced outside and made sure Bobby was preoccupied before leaning in a little closer. "Maybe pick up where we left off earlier." He nipped Dean's earlobe and sucked.
"You grab a blanket and I'll grab some beers," Dean smiled and closed the book he was looking at.
Sam went upstairs and grabbed the blanket that was folded at the end of one of the beds and grabbed a few extra things tucking them into a small duffel and went back downstairs. Dean was already in the driver's seat of the Impala with a cooler on the back seat.
He put the blanket on the back seat and got into the car and put on his seat belt as Dean pulled out of the lot.
"Anywhere in particular you had in mind?" Dean asked.
"There's a large field up ahead that we can pull into," Sam answered. "Just make a left right up there."
He pointed and Dean followed his direction and pulled off to the side.
Sam got out and grabbed the blanket and cooler, taking Dean's hand. Dean moved closer as they walked a small hill and hung back while Sam laid out the blanket and got everything set up.
"All good there princess?" Dean teased lightly.
Sam rolled his eyes and took off his shoes before sitting down. "Just come sit down with me."
Dean chuckled and toed off his boots before sitting down next to him and leaning back on his hands and stretching his legs out in front of him.
"Nice out here," Dean sighed and accepted the beer Sam offered him.
"I like to come here to think...usually jog here and walk around a bit," Sam admitted.
"Yeah? What do you think about?" Dean asked.
"...You…" Sam answered.
"Me?"
Sam nodded and drank some of his beer. "How could I not? I...I think about you a lot."
"I think about you too," Dean smiled. "Always thinking about you, Sammy."
"Oh?" Sam looked over at him. "In what context?"
"You...Me...Apple Pie kinda life, not that white picket fence crap though. Our lives aren't cut out for the white picket fence...but we could get a cabin or something with a nice yard and a deck…" Dean answered with a small blush.
"That sounds nice," Sam smiled. "Honestly, that sounds like a really good thing to look forward to...when we retire."
Dean snorted. "We're never going to retire, not without luck."
"It could happen," Sam told him.
He moved closer to Dean as they finished their beers and laid down on the blanket. He rested his head on one arm, the other around Dean who had his head pillowed on his shoulder as they looked at the sky.
Sam's view of the sky was soon obscured as Dean settled on top of him with his hands on either side of his head.
"Well hello there," Sam smiled.
"Hey," Dean grinned down at him.
Sam leaned up and kissed him. He groaned as Dean pressed more of his weight down and ground his hips into his.
Sam reached down and squeezed his ass through his jeans and flipped them over so he was on top. He moved his hands under Dean's shirt and stroked his chest, brushing his nipples teasingly.
Dean wrapped his arms around his neck and deepened the kiss, lifting his hips so Sam could start to take his pants off. Both men froze at the sound of an approaching vehicle. The noise familiar to Sam making him pull away from Dean instantly and straightening his clothes.
He knew that truck anywhere and he swore the higher power above must really hate him for this to happen.
"What's the matter?" Dean asked frowning.
Sam didn't answer. Just stood up and crossed his arms over his chest as John got out of the truck and walked over.
"Sam, talk to you for a minute." It wasn't a question, it was an order.
He walked over and they went over to the truck.
