AN: I have managed to evade turkey and wine induced unconsciousness to bring you chapter six. Dude...I'm like Macgyver.

At the front desk, Dean handed Sam the cash, taking a couple of ones off the top, and told him to pay for the room using his fake ID as he paid a visit to the vending machine. After all, they'd never seen the manager on duty tonight, so she must've never seen them before, either.

Dean got three bags of gardettos and some milk duds, stuffing them in the pockets of his jacket and coming back to Sammy who was just receiving the key. He handed him the duffel to carry so the weight of it against his side wouldn't crush the junk food.

"Come on." He grinned. "I got us dinner."

"Oh, great. Vending machine cuisine, my favorite." Sam smirked back, leading Dean to the new room and unlocking the door to a one bed affair.

"Sam...you only got one bed."

"We only ever use one, and it was cheaper." Sam shrugged.

"Yeah, but...Dad."

"Dean, we only use one bed between the two of us no matter where we go because he's too cheap to get three. So if he's going to throw a fit about it, he's got an awfully weak case." The younger Winchester was already tossing the duffel onto one of the small stuffed chairs and taking a seat on the bed. "Why don't you close the door, Dean....and come here."

Dean closed the door behind him, but he didn't take more than two steps closer to his younger brother. And where did Sam learn to drench his voice in such sex, anyway?

"Sammy...I don't know. It's been a crazy night."

"I know, Dean, but we started something and if we just leave it hanging, who knows what might happen to it. I know I don't want to just forget about it. What about you?"

Dean shrugged one shoulder, looking at the toes of his boots. "Like I said, Sammy. A real crazy night."

"So let's make it crazier."

"You're fourteen."

"But I'm not a virgin, Dean. I know about sex."

"Not everything, Sam. It's different between guys."

Sam groaned and flung himself onto his back. "You treat me like I'm a baby. I know the difference, okay. I know what it is. I'm asking you for it. Now's not really an appropriate time for you to guilt-trip yourself."

Dean sighed and unloaded the bags of junk-food from his pockets and onto the nightstand, taking a few steps closer to his baby brother, who couldn't help but be noticed with the way he was sprawled on the bed, frustrated and needy. Dean tried hard not to pay it any mind. "Maybe I'm just not in the mood, Sammy."

"And I can't put you in it? You said you've wanted me for months, Dean. I knew what you meant when you said that. Imagine all the things you've thought of doing with me. I'm willing to let you."

Sam certainly did drive a hard bargain. He had a way of putting things that just...made sense. Later, Dean would reflect on this moment as his baby walked out the door to become a big shot lawyer. He'd say to himself, "No wonder."

"Alright, Sammy. If you think you know what you're asking for." He sighed once more, trying to smile as menacingly as possible, but soon backing down once he realized Sammy wouldn't. The kid really wanted this and as Dean shed his jacket and crawled over him on the bed, he leaned up on his elbows to meet him for a contradictory kiss. Sam's body was radiating heat and his eyes had glossed over dark, but his kiss was sweet and gentle. A fourteen-year-old's kiss. One to be shared between playground lovers. Dean felt the wrongness of it pit up in his stomach, but he knew better than to stop now, lest he feel the wrath of a horny and deprived adolescent.

They parted all too quickly and their eyes met for a long, loving, and slightly frightened glance.

"You're sure about this?" Dean asked.

"No." Sam finally broke the spell, looking down at the sheets beneath him. "But I'm past the point of caring. I'm not saying..." His nose wrinkled in that certain way that meant he was having a hard time forming a specific thought into words.

Dean just coaxed him along by raising his eyebrows.

"I'm not saying that we have to go all the way, Dean." Sam finally raised his eyes to connect with Dean's again. "I'm still kind of afraid of that..."

"Well thank god, Sammy."

"Why do you say that?"

"You were starting to scare me. A boy your age should have some inhibitions."

Sam cocked his head. "Oh yeah? And how old were you when you started tricking?"

Dean sat back on his heels, suddenly disinterested. Sam was instantly sorry.

"Wait, Dean, I didn't mean it."

"No, it's okay, Sammy. It should freak you out. I mean...it kinda still freaks me out sometimes."

"Dean..." Sam pawed up at him, wanting to pull him back down and regain that special feeling of being pinned beneath him. "Dean...I'm okay with it. It's the past. It doesn't matter. But this does." He grabbed his brother's hand and brought it to his lips, kissing each knuckle. "And I want to prove something to you tonight. So you'll always believe it."

"Sam, you don't have to prove anything." Each little flutter of Sam's lips over each knuckle was like a tightening of the vice on Dean's heart.

"Well let me, anyways."

Dean allowed himself to be pulled back down for another kiss. This one was different from the last.

"So...what was that?" Duff asked, sitting down on the bed Sam and Dean ordinarily shared.

"I thought you'd have sense enough not to ask." John grunted.

"Well, I may be pretty lucid, but I do have about four beers and a few shots of Daniels in me. So...spill"

"Ah, Duff. Let me tell you...this raising kids thing. It's....it's tough."

Duff smirked. "I wouldn't know. Either way...you gonna tell me or not?"

"I guess I ought to since you were forced to witness some of it." John sighed.

"Oh, don't act like you owe me anything. You still got dibs on my life, incase you don't remember."

"Yeah yeah. Anyway. What happened was...."

Sam had quickly turned the tables since Dean was distracted with the buttons on his shirt. He was now perched on top of his older brother's well-sculpted chest, rocking and rubbing against him as he fought with his t-shirt.

"Fuck it!" He grumbled, giving up and moving to Dean's jeans.

"Sam, chill out. I'll get it." Dean laughed a little, tugging it over his own head and letting it fall to the wayside. Sam hardly heard him. He was much too busy releasing the brass button from it's capture and dragging the zipper down it's track. The very faint vibration of the ordinary act seemed suddenly amplified to Dean. Each time the wedge went through a set of teeth, Dean felt it. He felt his own pulse like he could feel Sammy's heat against his chest. He wanted the two sensations to meld together. He wanted Sammy's heat and he wanted Sammy to feel his pulse. He wondered if he could, already. If it excited him.

Sammy could.

It did.

"So...they were just kissing?"

"Just?"

"Well, John, it just doesn't really seem like such a big deal. I mean, they told you why, didn't they?"

"Yeah, but I don't buy it."

Duff shrugged. "Neither do I, really, but that's just 'cause I thought they were gay from the get-go."

"That's not what bothers me." John sighed. "Hell, Dean's pretty AC/DC, himself. He may not think I know, but I do. I've seen him out with men. Yeah, it shocked me at first, but I'm used to it now. I sort of understand it. I mean...a kid as good looking as him with all those options...well...it's like Baskin Robin's. Who doesn't want to try more than one of their 31 flavors?"

"Christ, John, you're like the redneck Keats."

"Shut up. Point is...I don't mind if Dean likes men. I don't mind if Sammy likes men. I don't mind if they like each other. I mind a LOT if Dean is doing something to harm his little brother. I know he never would if it meant his life, but he may not know he's doing it. I don't think a fourteen year old is fully capable of making the right decisions all the time."

"So you think they're..." Duff couldn't even finish the sentence. There really wasn't any way to.

"I don't know. I mean...I hope not. Christ, Sammy's only fourteen!" He rubbed at the scruff on his chin. "I'd just like to have a little longer with him. That's all. Dean grew up so quick, and Sam's still my baby boy. I just....I just want him to stay that way a little longer."

"Well, John. He's Dean's baby boy just as much as he is yours. A big brother can carry just as much responsibility if not more."

John wondered if Duff's insight was just coincidence. It was like they'd never been apart.

It was like they'd never been apart. Sam had broken the kiss only to remove his brother's boxers from around his ankles so that he could properly spread his legs and crawl between them. Now they were fitted together once more. Each breathing heavy through his nose, practically drowning in one another's tastes.

"Sam..." Dean finally breathed, pulling back. "Let me..." He reached for Sam's belt which had remained untouched until this moment.

"Wait for it." Sam licked at his lips, smiling a little before attacking his throat and leaving a trail of kisses down his chest. Panic rose in Dean's stomach as his baby brother came nearer and nearer. He was anticipating it, yes, but he was also quite scared. This meant a lot of different things he couldn't even name right now. Especially not when fourteen-year-old Sammy was planting a sweet kiss right on the tip of his cock. Like kissing the forehead of a baby.

"Wait..." Dean finally spoke, leaning up on his elbows and wanting to stop what suddenly felt incredibly wrong to him.

"No." Sam replied, simply, gripping the base of his older brother's cock and licking a slow trail through the slit, collecting the salty taste that was pure Dean.

Fair enough, Dean thought as he allowed himself to collapse back onto his back once more. He didn't watch, he felt, as Sam's small and hot mouth took in as much of him as he could handle (which was a long shot from all of him) and worked his tongue rather roughly over him. No, Sam didn't know what he was doing. Yes, it was his first time giving a blowjob. But it didn't mean he was all bad. Half of what Dean was loving so much was that Sam was worried less about technique than about sucking the ever-loving essence of his brother like it was ambrosia. He stroked and petted and sucked so hard, Dean worried he'd be raw by the time it was all through. Of course, that wasn't likely, because at this rate it wouldn't be long until he was done. And when he was just about to be, he noted how Sam pulled back a ways, but not off. Likely to get a taste and not have the prize just shoot down his throat.

Because the whole affair was rather short-lived thanks to Sam's incredibly persuasive mouth, Dean only had 5 or so spurts to give. But Sam savored every last one of them, rolling his tongue around before swallowing and then crawling up to lay by his brother.

"Hm?" He muttered.

"Incredible, Sammy." Dean rolled onto his side, kissing his brother and tasting himself. "But what made you...."

"I told you. I wanted to prove it to you."

"Will you let me?" Dean asked. "I mean...when I get my breath back."

Sam smirked. "I thought I was gonna have to ask."

Afterward: Just gonna say...I know I always make lots of excuses and stuff, but I KNOW that sex scene was horrible, and I'm apologizing for it. It was their first time (well...still is. I don't think they're quite done.) It should've been sweeter, but instead it's written like something you'd see on the discovery channel. "And then the Winchester specimen puts the penis of the other Winchester specimen into it's mouth. This mating ritual is blah blah blah..." Anywho....I do like John and Duff's convo. I'm trying to make John a little less mean, because I've been kinda harsh on him and I feel bad. (Not really. I just think fluffy John is cute.) Anywho. I promise to never write chapters on holidays again. They can never turn out good, cause I'm usually half-dead from exhaustion and slightly tipsy.