Dean closed his eyes a moment before forcing them open again, he was quickly falling asleep and would soon be wrapping the car around a tree if he didn't stop and rest.
"Sam?" he called out in the darkness to his younger brother. The answer was a deep grunt that made it clear Dean would be driving until he came across a motel. "Sam, come on man, I'm fallin' asleep over here"
Sam's reply consisted of an eye roll and another guttural sound. Both of which were followed by an intense glare. Dean could feel his very soul sizzling away under the eyes of his brother.
"How long are you going to hate me? I said I was sorry and…well that is all I can say" Dean said softly, unsure whether to justify his actions of leave his brother alone. Hell he had considered leaving his brother at the motel and then driving off a cliff.
"II don't know Dean, if I drive are you going to rape me while I walk to the driver side?" Sam asked sarcastically, his tone bitter and full of raw anger. He wanted nothing to do with his good –for-nothing-brother. He just wanted to leave it all behind, to forget the last week and move past the ache in his ass.
"It wasn't rape…I…I was tricked damn it Sammy." Dean said defensively, Sam had gone out and gotten himself possessed and he certainly couldn't blame Dean for the consequences of that event. Sure Dean had bent his brother over and fucked his brains out, and sure Dean had thoroughly enjoyed it, but at the time he had thought his brother wanted him. Dean almost missed that need, being needed.
"Yeah, you were tricked into fucking your brother? I never thought you had a problem with that line before Dean." Sam said, his voice leaking acid into Dean's heart. With each accusation Dean felt himself fade further and further into the dark. He actually longed for hell; better to have your insides ripped out than to face hatred from the only family you have left.
"We've always been too close Sam, and when you cried and begged me to take you…I…I gave in because I love you and the thought of losing you scares me to death. Hell, I sold my soul to avoid living without you." Dean said in a rush, grasping for any justification, any logical excuse for his actions.
"So let me get this straight? Your in love with me, so you sold your soul to save me?" Sam asked, disgust filling his voice. "Dean that's fucked up"
Dean was glad the darkness hid his face because a slight blush had began to build in his freckled cheeks. He had never considered it like that, and he knew without a doubt he only loved his brother the way a brother should. It had been lust that had overcome him, lust that had forced him to push his way into the deepest recesses of his brother. Or was it?
As soon as the question popped into his head Dean forced it away, it had to have been lust. The bitch had put him under some sort of spell and it had forced his actions. She had played on his weaknesses, and broke Sam and Dean in a way that had never before been accomplished.
"No Sam, I'm not in love with you. Dude I was tricked into it, I was only tryin' to say that I don't want this to ruin our relation- our friendship" He said, his voice cutting off at the word relationship, he had only meant their relationship as brothers, but he knew Sam would assume the worst.
"So now we are dating?" Sam asked, his eyes narrowing in the dark "That's it, let me out of this fucking car now."
"You know what?" Dean asked as he pulled the car to a slow stop, the empty road stretching endlessly in the gleam of the headlights. "Fuck you. I messed up, but it is nothing compared to causing the apocalypse! I forgave you, Sammy. Now look at Mr. High-and-Mighty, you won't even forgive me for something I thought was helping you. Get out; I am sick of your bitching. Just get out and find your own way! Go suck some demon blood, and fuck a few black eyed bitches"
Silence filled the car as the last echoes of Dean's voice faded, the dim light barely illuminated the two brother's; both with ghastly glares etched into their fine features. The only sounds that broke the silence were the loud thumps of Dean's heart, and the soft sound of Sam's breathing. Dean closed his eyes for a moment before making up his mind. He leaned over his brother, his tongue lightly crossing his lips for a brief second before he closed a few more inches between them. His hand moved slowly, painstakingly slow, as he reached across the car, his fingertips trailing Sam's thigh as he pushed the door open.
"Get out" he growled, his lips only a few centimeters from his brother's, his green eyes shining with anger and a glimpse of lust.