AAAhhhhhh Okay guys sooooo sorry it took so long but I had some people come into town to visit and I couldn't work on the story and then I hit a wall where I wanted something to happen but I couldn't get it going so this chapter might be a little choppy and I'm sorry for that but please tell me what you think!

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So here we go chapter 2!

Lennie

Around nine o clock later that morning Sam woke to the sound of Dean coming through the door of the hotel room with an armful of fast food bags and a tray of drinks. Sam sat up, the sheet falling to rest around his slender hips and rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. Dean couldn't say anything partly because he had the impala keys dangling from his mouth and partly because Sammy look so damn adorable he was struck speechless. Dean turned his back on Sam to toss the bags on the table followed by the drinks and finally the loud clank of the car keys trying to distract himself.

But it wasn't long enough; when he turned around he found himself two feet away from a warm sleepy looking Sam wearing only his blue and white striped boxers.

"Put some damn pants on dude. Your chicken legs are gonna scare people" Snapped Dean, making the smile slide right off Sam's face.

"Well who pissed in your Cheerios?" Sam snapped back abruptly turning towards the bathroom and shutting the door behind himself. Dean heaved a huge sigh and turned back to take the food out of the bags. "Yeah, good job Dean act like an asshole cause you can't keep your eyes off your little brother."

"Dean." Said a gruff voice snapping Dean out of his musings.

"Yeah dad?" He replied crisply walking over to the bed his father was lying in.

"So what happened after I got hit?" Asked John as he scooted himself up to a sitting position.

"Not a whole lot, I snuck up on it while it was after you and ganked it. Then I drug your ass back here, Sammy stitched you up and you've been asleep for 12 hours. Sweet and simple" said Dean shrugging out of his coat and tossing it behind him as he sat on the other bed. At the same time Sam came out of the bathroom fully dressed and scowling.

"Morning Sam." Said John "gab that food and bring it over here. I don't think I'm getting up for a little while"

"Yes sir." Sam grabbed all the food up and walked over between the two beds making sure not to make eye contact with Dean, he handed his dad a bag. When John looked forward into the bag Sam grabbed his head and leaned over to inspect his stitches causing his ass to be right in Dean's face.

Dean's mouth went dry. Sam had an amazing ass, high and full on top of his long legs squeezed into jeans that are too small for him. Dean wants to reach out and touch, his hands twitch with longing. Then Sam straightens with a sandwich in his hand and sits at the foot of his dad's bed instead of beside Dean like he normally would.

"You boys have a fight or something?" asked John raising his eyebrows.

"Deans just being an asshole, like always." Replied Sam in a dull voice, unwrapping his sandwich as if it was the only interesting thing in the room. John glanced at Dean who just shrugged and caught the sandwich his dad threw at him. They all ate in an awkward silence, and as soon as Sam had stuffed the last bite in his mouth he jumped up off the bed, grabbed his backpack and headed towards the door.

"I'm gonna go do my homework. Later." He snapped as he literally ran out the door. Leaving his brother and father staring at the door, one in confusion, and the other in pain.

Sam stormed across the parking lot pissed for really no reason. Dean was always like that, why did today bother him so much? Because Sam felt closer to Dean than he ever had before and even though Dean had no idea why he would, Sam wanted him to act differently. He wanted Dean to smile at him; he wanted that crooked grin with a wink to be directed at him instead of every girl in creation.

But of course he couldn't expect that, Dean didn't even know what had happened last night. He didn't know that when Sam opened his eyes this morning and the first thing he saw was Dean with his arm full of greasy food and the Impala keys dangling from his plump lips that Sam's heart started to beat faster and his groin had tightened. All he had wanted to do was push his fingers through his brother's short spiky hair and smile into his eyes.

"When the fuck did I turn into such a girl?" Sam suddenly asked himself out loud stopping in the middle of the sidewalk. He huffed and ran his hand through his hair and looked around. He'd been in such a rush to leave that he ended going the opposite direction of the library, which was his initial destination.

"Dammit, well I'm not walking back past the damn hotel so let's see what's this way." Sam resolved then hitched his backpack higher on his shoulder and took off down the street again. After fifteen or so minutes of wandering down the small town sidewalk Sam came to a tall dilapidated looking wooden fence. His curiosity spiked he started trying to peek through the slats. Suddenly he came to a spot where a few of the slats had been torn down; he stuck his head through and was surprised by what he saw. It looked like a thick wood but the more he looked he realized it was an old walking trail of sorts, with a pebbled path that threaded between the trees.

He pulled back and glanced around once more before putting his hand in his pocket to check that his knife was where it was supposed to be. Then Sam stepped through the fence into the thickly wooded area. He looked up and could barely see any of the blue sky through the thick foliage, and what light did come through was a rich green color. He took off down the trail that wound around thick tree trunks and other flora and fauna. Sam was constantly looking around; his hunter skills not letting him trust a new environment. But the farther he got into the wood he felt if anything more and more comfortable.

Hell he'd almost forgotten being mad at Dean because he was so absorbed in his impromptu hike, eventually he came around a curve in the trail and straight ahead of him he saw a big hill topped by a giant oak tree. Sam left the trail and clamored up the hill, panting slightly when he got to the top; he tossed his backpack against the tree trunk and plopped down beside it. From here he could see past the trees to a beautiful lake that spread across a back drop of mountains.

"It looks like a postcard." He whispered to himself as he dropped his head back against the tree "too bad I haven't got anybody to send one too." That was something else he hated about this life, he didn't know anybody. They never stayed anywhere long enough to even remember anybody's names, much less an address to send them a postcard.

He had two people in this world Dad and Dean. And Sam wasn't sure he could call what he and John had a relationship. They would scream and get in each other's face until one of them left or Dean stepped in. Dean always protected him and calmed the waters between them, he was the moderator. Sam chuckled to himself at the thought of Dean being the peace maker because any other time Dean was the one with the smart ass remark and the quick fists while Sam hovered on the sidelines trying to keep everyone rational.

It always annoyed Sam when Dean ended up in a fight by the end of their first day of every new school. It was always for the same reason too, he would pick the prettiest girl in his grade and do everything he could to get into her pants, and then fight her boyfriend behind the cafeteria while Sam looked on, flinching every time Dean took a hit. But now that Dean wasn't in school any longer Sam kind of missed it, it had kind of become a ritual. When the fight got broken up Sam would go up to his brother who would look up at him and give him that crooked grin and scramble to his feet and they'd walk back to their crappy hotel room together laughing about it.

He missed those moments when it was just the two of them, when dad was off on a hunt. It was just so easy to be around Dean he didn't have to explain himself or impress him, hell sometimes they didn't have to talk because they knew each other so well. Now Sam was always left behind, and in the past two years and their relationship had changed. Not necessarily for the worse it was just … different.

Dean had become more serious since he started hunting full time with dad, he was still quintessentially Dean but sometimes he would simply sit in silence. He didn't fill every second with a sex joke or sing AC/DC insanely loud for no reason, which was too bad. Because as much as he acted like it annoyed the hell out of him, Sam secretly loved hearing Dean sing and watching his full lips curve around the lyrics.

"Deans sinfully pretty lips, I wish I'd gotten to touch them last night." Sam thought to himself. "I bet they feel amazing, and I know Dean knows how the fuck to use them, he's kissed everything in a skirt! And they're so full, they'd look amazing wrapped around my cock, Jesus, it would be incredible!" Sam closed his eyes and let himself get lost in his fantasy "He'd look up at me with those pretty green eyes as his tongue darted out to lick the tip of my penis, then he'd slide his lips over the head and slowly pull on it like it was a lollipop." Sam was beyond hard now and pressing hard against the zipper of his jeans but he wasn't quite ready to touch himself, he wanted to see how far he could get this fantasy before it was unbearable.

"Dean's tongue would make swirls around the head as he opened his mouth wider to take Sam as far as he could, his tongue now rolling along the bottom of his cock. Sam would reach forward and grab Dean's hair as his head fell back on his shoulders letting Dean control everything. Dean's mouth suddenly left Sam's cock with a pop and Sam grunted in displeasure that turned into a moan of pleasure as Dean started nibbling and sucking on Sam's jutting hipbones." Sam's hands had moved on their own and were now sliding under his boxers and caressing his own hipbones where fantasy Dean was leaving small bruises. "Dean was running his big hands up and down Sam's thighs until Sam let them fall open giving Dean complete access" Sam was now sliding his hand to the button on his jeans about to pop it through the hole " Dean slid his hands around to the backs of Sam's thighs and up to his full ass. He squeezed he firm muscles in each hand and—"

"Jesus Christ Sam there you are!" Came Dean's voice from the foot of the hill.

Sam jerked out of is daydream so suddenly he smashed the back of his head into the tree trunk and let out a loud "FUCK!" Dean came sprinting up the hill with a gun drawn.

"What is it Sammy?" he panted looking around.

"It's nothing Ass Hat. I was … Sleeping, and you scared me. That's all. Now put the fucking gun away!" Sam replied grabbing his book bag and pulling it into his lap to hide his hard on. "What the hell are you doing?" Sam snapped rubbing the back of his head.

"I saw you go the wrong way and I just wanted to make sure you were okay." Dean said putting the gun back in the waistband of his pants.

"I'm not a fucking kid anymore dean I don't need a babysitter!" Sam replied pulling his hand back to see that he was bleeding. "Dammit Dean"

"Fuck Sam stop being such a bitch. Let me look at your head and see how bad it is." Dean got on his knees beside his little brother and reached for his head only to have Sam jerk away.

"It's nothing Dean I'm fine." Sam said quickly, he wasn't sure that having Dean touch him right now would be such a good idea, what with the incredibly sexy fantasy fresh on his mind. He might just come in his pants. He looked up into Dean's eyes and was surprised to see a look of hurt flash in their pale green depths. Dean dropped his hands and turned to sit against the tree like his bother.

"Sorry Sammy. I know you're not a kid I just couldn't help it." Dean said with a small smile "Old habits I guess."

Sam's head flipped around and his jaw dropped open as he stared incredulously at his big brother, who had never apologized to anybody in his life.

"Your gonna catch flies Sammy boy." Dean chuckled as he reached over to nudge Sam's jaw upward. When his calloused fingertips scraped against the soft skin of Sam's chin his grin faded and his eyes flickered down to Sam's still parted lips. Sam took a deep breath and licked his lips which broke the spell and Dean let his hand drop to his lap as he looked away into the woods.

Sam quickly looked the other way and the two brothers sat in silence under the big oak tree in the middle of nowhere, each trying to figure out what the hell was going on. Dean was clinching his fists so tight his knuckles were white and Sam was blinking owlishly into the sun not quite believing the look he saw in Deans eyes.

After what seemed like an eternity Dean took a deep breath, unclenched his fists, closed his eyes and leapt off the deep end.

"Sammy. I was awake last night."

Sam's stomach dropped. "Oh fuck oh fuck! What have I done he hates me now he's the only person I have in this world and he hates me what do I do how do I fix this!" His mind raced and tears pooled in his eyes but he refused to look at Dean he couldn't bear to see the hate in those eyes.

"Listen Dean, I know it was wrong and stupid and just so fucked up but I don't know why it happened. But please forgive me I – I couldn't help it. I swear I'll do whatever you want me to, I'll sleep in the floor or whatever just – Please please don't – h-hate me-!" Sam finished choking on a sob he couldn't hold back any longer. He wrapped his arms around his back pack and buried his face in the scratchy fabric trying to hide his humiliation.

For a few moments Dean sat in shocked silence watching his little brother cry before he crawled back to his knees and leaned close to Sam's face and slipped an arm around his shoulders. Sam stiffened and tried to pull away but Dean gripped him tight and whispered "Sammy I don't hate you. I love you. God I love you, that's why I was holding you last night. I've tried so hard not to touch you, not to drag you down with me into… whatever this is. But I – I couldn't help it I had to touch you. You are the most important person in the world to me and I could never hate you. Sammy look at me please, I need you to look at me."

Sam couldn't believe his ears, he was frozen solid he wasn't even crying anymore. How can this be, how can they feel like this towards each other. It was so wrong but Deans arm around him and his warm breath on his ear was all Sam could really handle. He raised his reddened eyes tentatively to search Deans glistening ones. He saw love and fear tangled so wonderfully in his brother's gaze he did the only thing he could think of, he lifted his head and crushed his lips against his brothers.

Dean reacted immediately; he speared his fingers into Sam's hair and pulled him as close as he could. Sam struggled to push his bag out of his lap and twisted up onto his knees so he was pressed flush against his brother knee to knee, groin to groin, and chest to chest. Dean tilted his head to the side and pressed his tongue roughly between Sam's lips and Sam gasped and clutched at his brothers hips trying to steady himself. They stayed like this for what seemed an eternity, tongues battling for dominance and hands gripping and smoothing, learning each other like they had never done before.

Finally Dean wrenched himself from Sam's lips and pressed his forehead against his, breathing ragged and heavy.

"Dammit Baby Boy what do we do now?" He asked finally, Sam opened his eyes and stared at his brother.

"I have no fucking idea; this is a monster we've never fought before." He panted

Dean chuckled "No shit." Then settled back against the tree pulling Sam with him putting him between his legs, Sam's back against his chest. He ran his fingers through Sam's shaggy hair as their breathing and heartbeats returned to normal.

The sun slowly climbed in the sky as the brothers held each other lost in their own thoughts. Sam had looped his arms over Dean's thighs and was tracing patterns on his calves, while Dean had stopped playing with Sam's hair, content to just hold him after so long. Neither had been happier in a long time, and neither wanted to break the spell they had cast in this special spot.

Dean's stomach however had a different idea. It growled loudly making Sammy laugh and look up at his brother with a ridiculously happy grin on his face.

"Looks like I'm gonna be competing with your stomach for attention." He said as he leaned forward to get up. Dean suddenly tighten his hold and pulled Sam back to him making Sam's breath whoosh out of him.

"Never, Sammy. Nothing will ever be more important than you." Dean whispered in to his brother's ear, when Sam looked back at him he captured his lips in another fierce kiss that stole his breath all over again. They pulled apart and looked at each other for another long moment making a silent pact. Then Dean grinned that beautiful crooked grin and shoved Sam away before jumping up.

"What the hell Dean?" Sam whined untangling is long limbs and standing.

"Last one back does the laundry!" Dean yelled and took off down the hill. Sam just stared dumbstruck for a minute after his brother, before he realized what had happened and took off after him screaming "JERK!" as he ran.

"BITCH" came the response from farther up the trail followed by a rich burst of laughter. Sam smiled and slowed his pace; he'd gladly do the laundry if he got to spend all his time with Dean.

"Come on bitch I'm not gonna win by forfeit. I'm gonna kick your ass fair and square!" Dean said from where he had stopped on the path.

"Fine, Jerk!" Sam cried as he split into a dead run whisking by his brother down the path.

"So now you're gonna cheat?" Dean screamed giving chase.

They ran all the way back to the hotel and crashed through the door causing John to jerk awake and yell at them both for being inconsiderate little pricks, but neither cared. Nothing could spoil this they just laughed and collapsed on the floor, neither one remembering the black bag still sitting under the huge oak tree in the middle of nowhere.

Okay sooooo?

I wanted this to be the smutty chapter but it didn't seem right yet, so hopefully in the next chapter! But please guys I loooove feedback so get on it *cracks whip*

much love!