Dean walked into the musty hotel room, the sun setting in the distance. The yellows and pinks blurred together, throwing a dim shadow across the world. Looking up to the sky, Dean knew this was all he had ever longed for; the feeling of peace. Sadly he also knew it was the calm before the storm. His next actions would shatter the illusion his brother and himself had been hiding under for the last few days.
Hours spent memorizing each other's bodies, tracing the lines of tough muscles, and fulfilling the longing that had been left unquenched for so many years. Dean had given into his brother, bent him over a bed and changed their relationship. Now he knew he had to set things right, he had to save what was left of the brotherly love they had and forsake the carnal pleasures they had enjoyed during the night.
Turning the brass knob slowly, Dean felt the peace of the sunset fade. Sam stood expectantly, crossing the room in just a few eager strides. His rough hand reached for Dean, a smile playing across his handsome features.
"I've missed you, what took so long?" Sam asked expectantly, easily falling into the role of needy boyfriend.
"Sam, we...we have to talk" Dean said, his eyes on the floorboards. Sam would know from his tone, know that Dean was going to once again deny the pleasure they felt; the growing love.
"About...?" Sam asked, his voice cracking slightly as he attempted to make eye contact with his brother.
"Us, this..." Dean said without looking up, he knew that one look at Sam would cause his resistance to break; he would be apologizing and holding his hurt brother.
It was Sam's silence that forced Dean to look up at last, a decision he quickly regretted. His brother's eyes were dark and forbearing, his body tense with pain. Sam knew their fun had ended, and the pain was visible over his entire body.
"So I am just another bar wench? Someone you bend over and fuck, then leave a few nights later when the fun is over?" Sam asked, attempting to convey anger, but only pain bled through his voice.
"Sam you know damn well you aren't another one night stand. I...I'm not gay dude, I don't know why I let us get this far but trust me it is for the best if we both just move on." Dean said, shaking his head to convince himself Sam's words weren't true. The truth of the matter was the fun had never stopped. Even now Dean longed to feel his brother's arms around him; that was what scared him so much, the intense need he felt.
A smile graced Sam's features as he turned away from Dean, a low laugh echoing from his throat.
"You are so much easier than I ever thought possible. I never expected you to fall for this stupid plan. It looks like all of your fan girls were right, you are gay." Sam said harshly, his low chuckle filling the silence as Dean stared dumbfound at his brother.
"Oh come on you had to have known your brother would never push the limits, never let his mind slip to your body. Sam was always the smart one" Sam said with a hallow laugh, as Dean's eyes squinted in confusion.
"Catch a hint, Dean!" Sam screamed, his eyes turning black "Sam never wanted you! He has been in here pleading for you to stop violating his body." The demon said, Sam's eyes flashing back to their classic hazel.
Dean forced his anger to concentrate on the task at hand; on the demon and the many tortures he would inflict on it.
"Tsk tsk, you don't want to hurt little Sammy, now do you?" The demon asked with a wide grin, mockingly innocent. "Oh Dean I waaaant you! I never thought a line as simple as that would push you to such great lengths. It is one thing to sell your soul for a family member, it is another to bend them over and fuck their brains out"
"Maybe I made a few mistakes, but it is nothing compared to the hell I am about to inflict to you. I am going to bathe you in holy water, you son of a bitch." Dean said, his body quickly lunging for the night stand. Sam came crashing down on him, Dean's head landing bluntly on the corner. Blood streamed down his face, blurring his vision.
"Now now Dean, play nice. I won't let you bend me over again if you can't be a good boy and keep away from knives." Sam said coldly, his knees pressed heavily against Dean's chest. Reaching into his boot Sam firmly took the knife into his hands and pressed it against Dean's neck.
"Dean, I am going to kill you" He said simply enough, the knife gleaming in the dim light.
"Not if I have anything to do with it," Dean said, his hand emerging from under the bed, a flask in hand. The holy water sang as it flew into Sam's face, the smoke immediately permeating from the tan skin. Dean used his only chance to reach under the mattress and pull a knife from its hiding place. Pressing the knife against the demons throat he began the rights to the exorcism.
"N Nomen of Jesus Sarcalogos , nostrum Senior quod Saviour , fulcio per intercession of Immaculate Virgo Mary , Matris of Deus of Beatus Michael Archangel of Beatus Apostolus Peter quod Paul , quod totus Sanctus , quod validus in sanctus auctorita nostri ministry , nos fiducialiter suscipio ut res publica tentatio quod furta of diabolus." His voice rang through the room, the demon held in place by the knife and the violent words forcefully freed it's self from Sam's meat suit. The black cloud filled the room, and disappeared through the ceiling.
Sam's body fell to the ground, crashing roughly as the world faded to black.

Dean wiped Sam's brow, afraid to touch the brother he had lain with for so many nights. Despair covered his facial features, the weight of the world hanging from his shoulders. Thoughts of how Sam would react to Dean's actions, how their relationship would be shattered by the last week's events.

Sam's eyes fluttered open, the dim light of the hotel room causing his head to spin. His brother's green eyes were the first full image he could make out. The dark green glimmering long before Dean's face came into focus. Sam's heart fluttered as he looked into those eyes, but the feeling faded quickly; it was gone before it ever registered in his mind.
"Dean?" He asked hesitantly, afraid of the unsaid words, all the things that had evolved over the short span of a week.
"Sammy I...I am so sorry. I should have known you would never cross those lines...but seeing you in pain...I couldn't help but give in"
"Dean are you really going to claim you didn't want to? I saw the hunger in your eyes; I am your fucking brother! What were you thinking?" Sam asked, pulling himself away from his brother, who he felt was sitting too close for comfort.
"Sam...Please? Please let's pretend I didn't do it" Dean pleaded, his voice cracking under the immense sadness he felt inside. Maybe it would blow over, they would forgive and forget; maybe they would make a joke now and then; or maybe just maybe Sam would leave Dean. Leave him to face the world alone.