For the Last Time

Dean and Ali had a certain kind of relationship, it was odd, and sometimes just damn annoying but Sam wouldn't change it for the world except when this happened and he certainly wasn't about to step into the middle of THIS even though he was pretty sure he should. No, wait, he was definitely sure he shouldn't.

The motel room was small enough, especially with men the size of him and his brother but throw in a firecracker in one of the worst moods he had ever seen and that made it ten times smaller.

They hadn't even started hunting yet, they were still in the research phase of this mission. Sam hadn't even gotten into his suit, which, by the way, he secretly loved to wear because he knew it turned Ali on, though she would never admit it.

But that was when it happened.

He was sitting at the small table just beside the window when he heard the door to the impala slam shut followed closely by another. That can't be good.

"Don't slam the Goddamn door!" Dean's voice and Sam shook his head. Dean only reprimanded Ali for that and only when he was in a foul mood.

"Go screw yourself, Winchester." Ali was definitely NOT happy.

The door flung open and Ali walked in. Sam watched with a certain curiosity on what exactly was going on, but Ali gave him a strange grin and a wink as she walked by, not stopping to give him her usual kiss before halting at the bed to take off her boots. NOW Sam was curious. He put down his pen and folded his fingers together as if he were about to watch a movie, because he wasn't about to get into the middle of this.

Ali calmly slipped off one boot then the other before Dean came in with two bags full of chinese food.

"Thanks for the help, Princess."

Dean slammed the door shut with his foot. Ali didn't bother to look up.

"No problem, Asshole."

Dean looked at Sam, but the younger Winchester only gave a shrug of his shoulders as he raised a brow in Dean's direction.

"What is your problem?"

"My problem?" Ali looked at Dean. "My problem is that you are so fucking dead set on keeping me safe that I can't even go to the bathroom without you hovering outside the door."

"Is that what this is? About the rest stop? Ali that was three hours ago."

"And you haven't let up, Dean."

"And I'm not going to. You almost died, don't you get that? The last hunt we were on, you were almost gutted by a werewolf."

Sam rolled his eyes. Way to bring up the past, Dean, but he wasn't going to actually say that, he knew not to get in the middle of whatever THIS was.

"Gutted? A couple claw prints across my stomach doesn't justify GUTTED, Dean!"

Standing a foot taller than Ali, Dean moved quickly, standing right in front of her, between her legs but she didn't do anything, not even flinch when suddenly he was on his knees between them. Sam shifted in the chair, knew what was coming next, and turned curious to watch.

"Look at me and tell me that you didn't think you were going to die."

"I wasn't going to die, Dean, I've been dead, this wasn't it."

"Then tell me you weren't afraid." His hands were now on her thighs running up the length of them and Sam drew in a deep breath through his nose. Keep quiet, Sam, keep quiet.

"For the last time, Winchester, I wasn't afraid."

"I was."

Dean's admission floored them both and Ali glanced at Sam, who only shook his head. He didn't know what to say and this was between them. Ali turned back, feeling the way Dean's hands rested on her hips, pushing the shirt up over her stomach, revealing the healing gashes on her side.

Sam watched, sitting forward in the seat as Dean ran his tongue along his lips, but it was Ali's face that he was staring at, the woman he loved and the way that her lips parted when Dean leaned down and brushed his over those fading wounds. Sam heard Ali take a deep breath, but it shook as she leaned back, braced herself on her elbow of one arm and reached up, threading her hands through Dean's hair.

"I was so afraid."

Dean's admission got a hitch from Sam but hell he was afraid too, this was Ali's life and it was almost over when that monster came barreling down on her. Sam shook those thoughts from his head as Ali let out a small noise that caught his attention and suddenly he was back to staring at her face.

Her eyes were closed tight as Dean's hands clenched at her hips, holding her in place as he moved across her skin. Sam didn't know why it was such a turn-on to watch it happen, but he wasn't going to get in the middle of this, not this because it was hot as hell and Sam was pretty sure he was a freak.

He tried hard to control his own breathing, to adjust in the chair as cock strained against the jeans he wore and FUCK! If he didn't want to see more. Since that night it had been hard not to want to watch them together, so why would he get in between this.

"Dean." Ali's voice was just a whisper. "You're going to have to stop or go, quit teasing me."

"Want you," he admitted, some of his words lost in the kisses.

"Ugh!" she was frustrated, Sam knew it, he had seen it so many times before. "I want you too."

"Stop squirming."

"Stop teasing."

"Let me do this, please."

"You're not doing anything but fucking making me… ugh, do something."

"Fine!"

Sam heard the distinct pop of a button and then the slow sound of a zipper before he knew what he was seeing and then his brother's green eyes were on him.

"Sammy?"

Dean was questioning him, asking him and Sam drew in a deep breath. This was happening… again, this was something both of them needed, something Sam needed too, because if he was honest, it had scared the living shit out of him and yeah, right then he WANTED it, more than anything.

Letting a breath out, Sam gave a small smile and nodded as Ali let her weight take her back, falling on the bed as Sam rose. This wasn't it and Sam knew it, this wasn't going to the final step, this wasn't going to be the way they were together but it was they needed it and maybe, just maybe it wasn't for the last time.