A/N: SO! Since all of you are begging for this. Here is the second chapter to About Last Night. There originally wasn't supposed to be a second chapter. But I couldn't help but follow my viewers hearts. xD Anyways, enjoy.
Disclaimer: I own nothing supernatural.
Dean couldn't believe what he had done. He had slept with his brother, only for him not to remember it because he was drunk, all while he is supposed to be on a case that could allow him and Sam go off on their own with their father's approval. He just had to go fuck it all up.
Dean had sat down on the pavement, leaning against the tire of the car, after about ten minutes of being out there. Sam was going to realize something was up and come out eventually to check on him, but until then, he was going to stay down on the ground and ward off any feelings he had towards his brother.
He adjusted slightly because the way he was sitting made the pain of his body from last night shine through, causing him to clench his jaw. Wiping his tears with the back of his hands, Dean looked up towards the sky, wishing that someone, somewhere, could see him and help him answer his fucking prayers.
Meanwhile, inside the motel room, Sam watched his brother walk out, slower than usual and without haste. Something inside Sam clenched at that, tightening, twisting and turning, making him feel… guilty?
Shaking his head, Sam stood up, taking his paper plate to the garbage can, dropping it inside the plastic bag. He stood there, looking at the wall. What could he have done so wrong to his brother that Dean had to walk like he did? He was walking weird in the first place, like he was in pain or something.
Then… Something hit him. Dean is showered, dressed, and all dolled up as usual. He couldn't do that without his bag. Turning his head to the side a bit, looking towards the beds, and, ironically enough, there sat Dean's bag, wide open and over flowing with clothes and products. That man and his hair gel.
So, if Dean went outside, and hasn't come back… Without hesitation, Sam moved for the door, opening it in a second flat. He quickly made his way towards the Impala, not having to look very hard for his brother, seeing him sitting on the ground… crying? Was he really in that much pain?
"Uh, Dean?" Sam got his attention, making Dean look at his brother and look away almost instantly
Dean pushed himself to his feet and continued to wipe his tears. "What?" His voice was raspy from crying.
"Dean, why are-…. Why are you crying?" Sam took a step closer to his brother, but Dean denied it and took a step back to contradict it.
After a while of silence accompanied by sniffles from Dean, like he was trying to hold it in, but, after a few attempts, he gave up, tears streaming down his freckled cheeks. "How can you not remember what happened last night, Sam?" His voice was his normal tough guy Dean act with the hint of whining to it.
"I was drunk, maybe?" He said, harshly sarcastic, tilting his head to the side. "You made me go to that bar, remember. I didn't go by choice."
"Didn't go by choice?" Dean hardly made it loud enough for him to hear. "Fine. Yeah. Last night was all my fault." Dean stated, walking to the Impala's driver side door.
"Well, I can't vouch for that if I don't have any idea what happened." Sam's voice didn't lose its harshness. Sam narrowed his eyes towards Dean, but there was still some sensitivity in them.
Dean shook his head, looking down at the rocky pavement underneath him. "Why don't I help you with that, Sammy, hmm? Let's say perhaps there wasn't a female here last night, but the outcome was still the same."
Sam put two and two together, imitating his brother and looking at the ground. If there wasn't a female there last night, and the outcome was still the same, which would have to mean that Dean was the one that he finished with. So, he was right. It was Dean. That's why Dean was walking weird and was upset when Sam didn't remember. It all made sense now.
Sam looked up, rolling his eyes at his stupidity. He must have hurt Dean a lot. Dean probably had feelings for him a while ago. Well, Sam had felt that vibe from him since that time in Blackstone when he showed him porn for the very first time. Ever since then, Dean had been a little different around him. And Sam wasn't going to be the one to lie because he didn't dislike the close, almost homosexual company of his brother. In fact, he did like it from time to time. The way the cuddled in the bed at night when Sam got scared and their Dad was off on a hunting trip. Yeah he missed that.
Sam could only see one explanation here. He wasn't gay… At least for any other man that wasn't his brother.
Breaking the silence, Sam leaned against the Impala, folding his arms on the roof. "Please tell me I topped." His voice was jokingly sarcastic now.
Dean slowly looked up and at his brother, noting the change in tone. Eyes slightly widened, Dean asked, "You remember?"
Sam pushed himself off the car and started heading towards the motel room again. "No. I don't. But, I remembered something."
Dean tilted his head slightly confused as he followed his brother inside, no longer feeling the need to run or escape. Sam seemed a little less against the subject now, more lenient. Once he entered the motel room once again, Dean's eyes narrowed towards his brother. Not in a stern, angered way as it was earlier, but more in a confused way. "What?"
"I remember back in Blackstone. How you showed me how babies were made? And how ever since then you seemed to protect me, keep me safe, get jealous around me and girls, cuddle with me when I was scared. Everything seemed a bit homosexual, but hey, I wasn't complaining. And I kept it to myself all these years because I figured if I had told you, you would deny it all and stop." Sam sat on the edge of the bed. His bed. Where they had… made love the night before. Yeah, he can admit it now. He slept with his brother, and it didn't bother him at all. "But… Last night proved otherwise, I guess."
Dean was in slight shock at his brother. They both had liked each other… no, loved each other, and no one decided it was best for one to speak up? They had more issues than what came across. Dean followed his brother and sat on the edge of the bed next to Sam. "Yeah. I've known I loved you like I shouldn't since that night. You were just too intrigued in that porno, Sammy. It was a sight to see." Dean slightly laughed.
Sam did the same, laughing. "I was scarred for the rest of my life, Dean. I wasn't intrigued, I was in shock, most likely." Sam smiled, leaning back until he was on his elbows.
Dean shrugged and smirked. "It was for a good cause. It kept you out of trouble, didn't it?" Dean joked.
Sam, smirking back at his older brother, nodded in agreement. It did keep him out of trouble. It kept him from fooling around with girls and allowed him to focus on hunting like Dean didn't do. But enough with the women now, Sam had Dean to fool around with, while still on the job. "I guess it did. Kept me from fooling around with idiots like you." Sam reached behind him, grabbing a pillow, and tossing it at his brother.
Dean caught the pillow in the air before it could hit him. Smirking, he turned towards his brother, slowly shifting himself on top of Sam. "Is that an invitation I hear?"
Sam narrowed his eyes. "You tell me." A smirk toyed with the edges of Sam's lips. He reached a hand up and drug his fingers through his brother's short hair before pulling his brother down into a kiss. A hot, passionate, irresistible kiss.
Dean was shocked at first, but then obliged, returning the kiss his brother gave him. Dean propped himself up on one elbow as his other hand trailed down Sam's sides, feeling every contour of muscle his brother obtained through long, hard, sweaty work outs. The thought of his brother all sweaty turned him on. Maybe more so than he thought because a slowly, a tent grew in his pants.
Sam was so lost in the kiss that he barely felt his brother's slowly erecting bulge. But when he did feel it, a slight moan left his lips as if it were an okay for Dean to go further.
Dean took his brother up on that offer, forcing his hips down on Sam's, causing their now both growing erections to rub against each other through the fabric of their pants. Sam must have been getting a bit anxious because he tugged at Dean's jacket, sliding it off of him. Then, he grabbed a hold of Dean's shirt and tugged it over his head, leaving his torso to only be decorated by the necklace that Sam gave him when he was a kid.
"Dean.." His name was moaned through his brother's lips. It… was different today. He knew his brother was saying it out of lust for him instead of the alcohol talking. And it made him want his brother so much more. Dean groaned in response as he buried his face into Sam's neck, lightly sucking on his neck, earning more moans from his brother.
It was morally wrong, but it felt so right, so nice, so… good.
Sam pushed them up to where they were sitting so he could tear off his shirt, exposing his toned chest. Dean moaned lightly as he placed his palm against his brother's chest, pushing him back down. Sam didn't want that though. He grabbed his brother's hand and pulled it away from his chest, causing Dean to look a bit confused. Only a smirk from Sam confirmed what he was about to do.
Sam turned them over to where he was on top of Dean, but he didn't stay there for long. Sam scooted towards the edge of the bed and onto the floor onto his knees. Dean caught on quick and made his way to the edge of the bed as well, pulling his pants down as he did.
This was… great. Dean had his little brother on his knees for him. Something he wanted for a long ass time. Something he waited for. And now, he didn't even ask for it. His little brother wanted it just as much as he did.
Sam groaned lightly as he saw Dean's cock for the first time that he could remember. It was… bigger than he had expected. Oh god, he shouldn't say that out loud. Dean might literally kick him in the face.
Suddenly, in the heat of the moment, Sam realized that he never… ever had sucked off someone. And he decided to do it now? With his brother!? The one person he was supposed to impress.
As if Dean heard his plea, Dean had sat up and ran his fingers through his brother's hair for comfort. In a raspy voice, he said, "You don't have to, Sammy."
Then… Sam gave up. He grasped his brother in his right hand at his base and placed his lips over his brother's tip, causing Dean to toss his head back, clenching his jaw and became a mess of hitched breaths. Sam noted the signs of approval and moved his lips with amateur skill along his brother's shaft, from base to tip, over and over again. He then took his brother deep with in his mouth, looking up at his brother looking for more signs of approval.
Dean was now a mess. His brother's lips were so warm, his tongue was wet, and the moments when he just lightly grazes his teeth against him made Dean almost fall over the edge into pure bliss. Leaning back on his elbows, he looked down at his brother, sucking on his cock, which was a sight to see.
Sam, noting everything that he was doing right, and wrong, continued with his amateurish skill on his brother. Dean seemed to like it, so he thought he was doing okay. And he was. Oh god, he was.
"Sam…. Sam, I'm gonna…" Dean thought he would give his newbie brother a warning before he let himself go, but Sammy kept going at it, determined to make his brother orgasm. Hard. And that he did. Sam winced lightly as Dean couldn't contain himself and let himself go in his brother's mouth. Sam pulled off of his brother, spitting his brother's seed into his hand and staring at it.
Dean's eyes followed his brothers to his hand, making him smiled. "You did good, Sammy. Honestly the best bl-" Dean was cut off by the sounding of one of their phones. Dean dug through his jean pocket that hung around his ankles. Finding his phone on the fourth ring, he raised it to his ear.
"Hello." His voice was raspy, and anyone who was on the other end could hear that.
Sam sat in silence for a bit, looking back at his hand in curiosity.
Dean sat straight up, catching Sam's attention. "Dad….Yes, sir… Yes, sir…. Will do, sir… No. Sam is out on a supply run." He looked to his brother and shrugged. "Yeah. I just woke up. … Yeah… Ladies happened last night… Yes, sir…. Okay… Okay… See you in a few days… Yeah, bye."
Sam tilted his head at his brother with narrowed eyes. "Dad wanted to know why I sounded so exhausted." A soft smirk played at Dean's lips. "Of course, I couldn't tell him that his son gives the best blow jobs ever."
Sam blushed and looked down. Dean leaned forwards and placed a finger under his chin, lifting his head up to make him look at Dean.
"So, About last night…"