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

(Another little filler)

6.

"Going for a food run, you want anything?" Dean asked pulling on his shoes.

"Salad?" Sam asked. "And I do not mean the lettuce and tomato's off a burger you order."

Dean rolled his eyes and leaned down planting a kiss on Sam's head. "Fine your royal highness. I'll get you your rabbit food."

He chuckled as Sam smacked his ass as he walked past. He left his jacket behind and stepped outside onto the hot Nevada sun. Couple months since his accident and he was starting to feel like his old self. He was happier than he had been. He was happy with Sam.

He turned the radio up and rolled down his window as he drove go the diner they had gone to the first night they got to Vegas. Great burgers, even better milkshakes. He ordered himself a burger and got Sam his salad and two milkshakes.

"Dean."

He looked up at the sound of his name and recognized John from the night in the field. He stood up straighter and crossed his arms over his chest.

"John right?"

"Yeah. Yeah. Been awhile. Couples months right? How you doing?" He asked putting his hand on Dean's shoulder.

Dean shrugged and tried to figure out why John's touch felt familiar to him. His head started throbbing the more he thought and he shook his head a little.

"Headaches?" John asked.

"Yeah. I get them sometimes when I think about things before the accident. Doctor said it's normal," Dean answered. "What brings you to Vegas?"

"Just finished a salt and burn," John answered dropping his hand. "Sam's not with you?"

"Back at the motel. He's all tuckered out," Dean replied. "Just picking up some dinner."

"I know you've known Sam a long time but be careful around him. He's not to stable," John said.

"Stable? What are you talking about?" Dean frowned.

"Kid's got a few screws loose. I'm his father, I should know," John told him. "Anyway. Enjoy your evening."

Dean frowned and watched him leave. He paid for his and Sam's food and drove back to the hotel.


"Ran into John at the diner," Dean said rolling onto his back.

"Well there goes my boner," Sam replied.

"...How come you never told me he was your father?" Dean asked looking at him. "Seems like a pretty important piece of info."

Sam sighed. "I don't think of him as my father. More like...someone who donated his sperm...He taught me more about hunting then how to be a normal person you know?"

"I think you're pretty normal…" Dean said laying on his side.

"I sleep with a gun under my pillow," Sam replied.

"So do I," Dean reminded. "Not to mention, you're wicked smart."

"I assume that's why you call me nerd and geek," Sam said as Dean moved, straddling him.

He ran his hands up Dean's legs stopping at his boxers.

"Yeah. But I find it kinda sexy," Dean said. "I mean, the stuff that's in your head? You could write encyclopedias on the things you know. No wonder you wanted to go to college. Become some hot shot lawyer."

Dean's smile fell a little. "You know, when you left, I thought it meant you didn't want to be with me anymore."

"Why would you think that?" Sam frowned.

"We weren't together, you hated hunting, and we didn't always see eye to eye," he shrugged a little. "What was I supposed to think when you left? You didn't even hardly call."

"If I called...I would've dropped out and left," Sam answered. "It took me awhile to get used to the idea of being in college Dean. Being around normal people. I'd wake up in the middle of the night and freak out because I couldn't hear you breathing next to me. If I called, and heard your voice, I'd drop everything and come back to you."

"I thought about going after you," Dean admitted. "Buying an apartment, getting a normal job or something."

"Why didn't you?"

"Honestly? It feels like this is the only thing I can do. Like this lifestyle was drilled into me. And if I tried to leave, it'd just drag me back. Sounds crazy right?"

Sam swallowed. "No. It doesn't sound crazy," he told him.

Dean cleared his throat and tapped Sam's chest. "Enough of the chick flick moment. Think I can take your monster dick like this?"

"What? You mean ride me?" Sam asked.

"Like a cowboy," Dean answered with a chuckle.

He swiveled his hips and Sam groaned. "Wouldn't that be a sight."

"We're done it every which way but that," Dean said.

"We can try it that way if you want," Sam replied.

"Yeah?" Dean asked leaning down to kiss him.

Sam reached down and squeezed his ass. "Yeah."


Sam ran a hand through his hair as he looked down at Dean sleeping. He leaned down and pressed a kiss to the top of his head before grabbing the keys to the Impala and quietly leaving the motel room. He drove out of the motel parking lot and took out his phone and kept driving until he got to Bobby's. The sun was already peeking out from behind the clouds when he pulled into Singer Salvage yard.

His cell phone kept beeping and he finally picked it up. Dean was of course upset that Sam had ditched him.

He sent him a quick text not to worry and to just relax before getting out of the car and walking up to the door.

Bobby's front door swung open the second Sam's foot hit the top step.

"You wanna tell me why your daddy called yelling about you doing something to Dean?" Bobby asked crossing his arms over his chest.

"I uh...I fucked up Bobby…" Sam answered. "I just….can we talk? Please?"