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
(sorry for the bad smut)
4.
"You mind telling me how in the hell Dean managed to get a concussion?" John demanded once they were out of earshot.
"Why? You didn't bother to pick up the phone when I called you to tell you he got concussed. What makes you think I'll tell you now?" Sam asked. "You don't care."
"Sam, now is not the time to be stubborn," John replied.
"I'm not being stubborn," Sam told him. "How many times have we gotten injured and how many times have you actually come to check on us? I had to find out from Bobby that you even knew about what happened to Dean."
"I was busy," John replied.
"Busy? Too busy to come and check on Dean at the hospital?" Sam asked. "That ghost threw him through a wall "
Sam was lying of course. Dean didn't go through the wall. He just hit it. Very hard.
"You should've been watching his back," John told him. "Why weren't you watching his back?"
"Because we were arguing about you," Sam pointed at him as he said it. "On a hunt that you sent us. In the middle of goddamn nowhere!"
"Everything okay?" Dean asked, walking over. He stood next to Sam and crossed his arms over his chest.
"Everything's fine Dean," Sam answered, taking a few deep breaths to calm himself down.
"Who's this?" Dead asked, looking at John.
Sam fought a smirk at the shocked looking passing over John's face as Dean asked the question.
"This is John, he's a fellow hunter. He heard about your accident and wanted to come see how you were. Make sure you're doing okay," Sam answered.
"Oh...it just looked like you two were arguing," Dean pointed out.
"It's just...how we are," Sam shrugged a little and put his arm across his shoulders. "Isn't that right, John?"
He held his gaze and John leaned against his truck nodding. "That's right...glad to see you're okay Dean."
Dean nodded a little. "Yep...Doctor even said I might regain my memories if I'm lucky…"
"Good to hear," John managed a smile. "Well, I'll leave you two boys. Drive safe."
"I'll go clean up our stuff," Dean told Sam.
"I'll be there in a minute," Sam told him.
"How likely is it that he'll get his memory back?" John asked.
"Doctor said it'd be a miracle with as many head injuries he's had. Dean's gone through quite a lot you know. He may never get back his old memories," Sam answered.
"Don't think I don't know what you're doing Sam. I've seen the way you look at your brother," John said. "You better put a stop to whatever you're doing with Dean. If he manages to get his memories back, this sick path you're dragging him down will not end pretty when he remembers," John nearly spat. "You are brothers Sam. Flesh and blood."
Sam's chest clenched at the statement but kept his face neutral. "Guess we have you to thank for that dad. After all, the only human interaction we got was from being together twenty four seven. Sharing beds, sleeping in the back of the Impala. Living out of each other's pockets."
John didn't say anything as he got back into his truck. "End it Sam. End it or I will." He slammed the door and drove off.
Sam walked over to Dean and wrapped his arms around him hiding his face in his neck. "Never liked that man…" he muttered.
Dean rubbed his arm. "Anything I can do?"
"We could pay tag," Sam smiled a bit. "I could chase you around a bit."
"Why? So you can tackle me and have your way with me?" Dean chuckled a little.
"I just thought we could play tag but I like your idea better," Sam said. "It'll be fun."
"You're it," Dean grinned as he ducked out of his arms and started running.
Sam rolled his eyes and started running after him. He caught up to him after a short while and they fell to the ground in a heap of tangled limbs.
"Getting old on me there Dean?" He teased, leaning down and kissing him.
"I just ran like five miles dude," Dean huffed and shoved him playfully. He caught his breath and looked up at him. "This the part where you have your way with me?"
"Hmm maybe," Sam ran his fingers down Dean's chest and stopped at the waistband of his jeans.
He ran his hands under Dean's shirt, pushing it up, exposing his abdomen and chest and leaned down to suck a mark right on his hip bone.
Dean shuddered under his touch and tangled his fingers in his hair. "Come on Sammy. More fun up here."
Sam chuckled and sat up to lean over him again. "What did you have in mind?"
"Well, ravishing is still on the menu," Dean answered. "Doubt you'd let me go even if I tried to get away."
"I caught you fair and square," Sam leaned down and kissed him.
"Hmm well then," Dean rolled them so he was on top and put his hands on Sam's chest. "Why don't you ravish me?"
Sam pulled him down for a kiss. "You sure you wanna do it out here?"
"No one can see us," Dean answered. "Unless you're scared."
"I am not scared," Sam put his hands on Dean's hips and squeezed. "Take your clothes off."
"That's more like it," Dean grinned and stood up.
He pulled his shirt off and dropped it on the ground, his pants following suit. Sam shook his head as he started to take his boxers off.
"Wait, let me get the blanket," Sam got up and jogged back to the car. He grabbed the blanket out of the backseat and jogged back over. He spread it out on the ground and looked up to see Dean sitting with a lube packet between his teeth.
Sam reached over and snagged it.
"I was about ready do it myself," Dean teased.
"Wouldn't that have been nice sight to come back to," Sam said, removing his shirt and reaching for his jeans.
"Next time, if you're good," Dean teased, watching Sam get undressed.
"That a promise?" Sam asked, tearing the lube packet open and coating his fingers as he got in between Dean's legs.
Dean wrapped his arms around his neck and kissed him. "We'll see."
Sam took his time. Working his fingers to stretch Dean open. Dean pulled him down for a kiss. Running his tongue along his lower lip and nipping gently. Sam pulled his fingers out once he was ready and removed his own clothes. He used the rest of the lube to coat his length and lined up with Dean's hole.
"Ready?" He asked, threading their fingers together.
"Don't make me do it myself," Dean answered.
Sam rolled his eyes and eased himself in. He groaned at the tightness and buried his face into Dean's neck.
"Chist, I love you," he said as he started thrusting.
He began slow, gradually building up speed. He let go of one of Dean's hands hiking his left leg to rest on his shoulder enabling him to thrust deeper.
"Fuck you feel so good Dean," Sam groaned.
Dean just moaned into his ear. "I'm not gonna last much longer if you keep this up."
Sam chuckled breathlessly. "That's kinda the point." He wrapped a hand around Dean's length and started to stroke him off in time with his thrusts.
Dean soon came with a loud moan, tightening around Sam, causing him to reach his own climax. He pulled out carefully and rolled over to lay on his back.
"I feel like," Dean licked his hips. "I feel like we can do better than that."
"You're serious aren't you," Sam said, running a hand through his hair. "We had sex in an open field and you think we can do better?"
"I do," Dean answered sitting up. "But not now. We should head back to Bobby's so we can check out that haunting tomorrow."
Sam sat up and playfully pulled his hair. "If it was so bad this time, maybe next time you should lead." He leaned in and kissed him. "Not that I have a problem with that."
"If that's what you want Sammy," Dean replied kissing back. "Do anything for you, you know."
Sam nodded. "I know Dean."
