Chapter 26

Fast forward three months

It was May 15th the week they got out for summer and Sam had told Dean if he passed the finals with at least a high or low B then they'd go on a late spring break trip where ever Dean wanted to go, since they hadn't gotten to go when it had been spring break.

Dean had brought most of his grades up to Bs and Cs now, instead of Ds and Fs like the months before. Sam had found out that Dean hadn't even gone to one his classes, even though he did the work, but with little persuading he convinced the teacher to help Dean out.

Sam was waiting for Dean outside his last class of the day, which was only lasting long enough for them to get their tests back. Dean was the last one out the door unlike usual. Sam thought it was going to be bad.

"Hey, so I think we're going to have fun." Dean said, "I passed the test," he told Sam, "We're going to Mexico."

"I never agreed to that one; I said in the states, not outside the states," Sam told him with a smile as they walked to Dean's car, "I'm proud of you Dean, I knew you could do it, you ever think of a major?" he asked

"Yeah, I think that maybe I could get a business degree that way I would know how to do the book work and the automotive work."

"That sounds great," Sam told him as they got in the impala

"What about you?" Dean asked

"Law, I want to be a lawyer," Sam told him.

"You a lawyer, sure Sammy," Dean joked, but Sam knew he was actually proud him too.

"How about we celebrate tonight by going out and doing something?" Sam asked

"I want to stay in and watch movies and eat till I'm dying," Dean said

"Okay," Sam said, "we're celebrating for you so we can do that,"

"What did you get anyway?" Dean finally asked

"I got the Dean's list again all As." Sam said

"I know you got my list I'm special, bitch," Dean told him.

"Jerk, I got your list too," Sam added, "now get your ass in the door or I'll drag you there." He said

"What you planning on doing little brother?" Dean asked

"Let's just say you are on top," Sam said,

"I'm showering don't care what you say," Dean joked punching Sam in the shoulder.

"You're dead," Sam said chasing him up the stairs to their apartment.

Dean got there first few steps head of Sam and got in and shut the door locking it behind him, "I win," Dean said hearing Sam banging on the door, "I'm not letting you in till you promise not to kill me," Dean said.

"You're going to be dead when I'm throw with you," Sam told him him, "now let me in."

Dean stood on the opposite side the door and opened it so Sam wouldn't see him when he walked inside. Soon as Sam was in Dean slammed the door and grabbed him. Sam who didn't expect it went down to the ground taking Dean with him, but he rolled so Dean was on the bottom; yet Dean rolled them again and pinned Sam faced down with his arms behind his back. "Looks like I win again, little brother," Dean told him, "I'm not letting you out this one either, till you say we can go on a vacation that I pick," Dean told him.

"Hell no, I'm not going to Mexico with you," Sam told him, "I'll go to South Dakota, Nebraska, hell even Texas or Florida, but not Mexico," Sam said again.

"Fine, I'll go make a call, but you're not getting up yet," Dean told him and pulled the cuffs off the table, "sorry, but I can't risk it," he said getting up.

Sam put up a fight as Dean cuffed him, but in the end it was a winless situation for Sam. "Who you calling?" he asked from his spot, "Dean I'm going to hurt you, might as well tell me now,"

Dean took the cell phone from his pocket and went to their room so Sam couldn't hear him, because if Sam found out then he would definitely kill him, but one way or another, Dean was getting the vacation he had chosen. After half hour he came back out the room finding Sam not on the floor anymore instead Sam was behind him grabbing him. "What the hell," Dean got out before Sam had him against the wall. "I knew I shouldn't have left you on the floor, should put you on the bed,"

"You'll be on the bed in a moment, Dean and guess who's not getting laid tonight," Sam said as he pushed the door shut once him and Dean were inside.

Dean lay on the bed watching Sam sleeping as he made circles on his back, "I still won," he whispered not wanting to get up, but he had too. He got up leaving Sam a note saying he would be back in few hours, don't worry, signing it; D.W.

Sam woke up alone wishing for somebody else to be there, but Dean was nowhere to be found and once he found the note he knew where his brother had gone. "Why you still hustle pool I'll never know," Sam said getting up and going to take a shower remembering everything from that afternoon.

"You're so dead baby boy. if you don't let me go," Dean had told him.

"Sorry, you left me on that floor all hard and I'm not going to let that go unpunished, not this time," Sam told him, "Looks like I'm in charge again."

Dean waited till Sam wasn't expecting it and flipped them, making Sam land on floor. Dean quickly got his hands in front of him and when Sam came to tackle him for what he'd done he got out of the way and Sam was laying on the bottom. "I win," Dean told him, "you going to behave or I have to cuff you again?" he asked

Sam didn't say anything instead he grinned against Dean's erection. "Does that answer your question?" Sam asked, "or should I keep going?" he asked, doing it again.

Dean grabbed his hips holding them still as he pulled his own shirt off then pulled Sam up, "Get on your back," he said, "and shut your smartass mouth."

"I, I, Captain," Sam said pulling his clothes off as he watched Dean do the same.

Once they were done Sam grabbed the lube and gave it to Dean, who was in no hurry. "We're going slow, bitch,"

"Jerk."