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Chapter 16 Kiss

Sam walked over to Dean and grabbed the T shirt from the bench.
"Time to go buddy? Time to put your shirt on?"
Dean frowned up at Sam and made no effort to move. Sam slowly pulled the shirt off that he had draped over him before.
"Dude you wanna do up your pants?" Sam joked.
Dean didn't move just blinked up slowly at Sam.
"Great."
Sam sighed and zipped Deans pants up and did the button up. He did it as quickly as he could before Dean decided to punch him out. But Dean just lay there like the ceiling was the most interesting thing in the world. His eyes were very glassy.

Sam turned to the bench which held an assortment of medical supply's and grabbed some moist wipes from a container and wiped Dean's chest and neck over getting off as much blood as he could then threw them in the trash grumbling to Dean that the nursing staff could have done that for him. Sam pulled Dean up into a sitting position. He decided not bother putting the T shirt back on Dean as it was stiff with dried blood. Sam pulled his button down shirt over one arm then the other and did up the buttons.

Dean was floppy but stayed sitting. Sam had got a quick look at Deans back as he was dressing him and found there were some nice red marks down his spine already starting to bruise. He left the jacket off as too hard and balled the T shirt up inside the jacket to clean later. He held Dean up with one hand and picked his boots and belt up with the other. Sam pushed Dean's boots on and leaned his shoulder into Dean's chest to hold him up while he loosely knotted the laces. Sam pulled Dean down off the bed to the ground and was grateful when Dean didn't fall to the ground.

He stood looking quite floppy and punch-drunk, To Sam's surprise his pants started to fall down.
"Well looks like the belt goes on." Mumbled Sam and started pushing the leather through the loops of Dean's jeans.
When he was threading the loops on the back of Dean's jeans Dean leaned into him and put his head on Sam's shoulder. Sam feed the belt through and got to the front and started threading the leather through the buckle. When he looked for a hole to push the pin through Sam noticed a new hole in the leather that Dean must have made recently. This new hole was best suited to Dean now. Dean had taken his belt in to fit him. Damn it Dean!

Sam felt Dean's arms come around him loosely and seemed to melt into Sam.
"Come on to go." Sam said against Dean's shoulder.
Why did Dean have to be so cuddly now? Sam got Dean out to the Impala without him falling over and cracking his head on the pavement, just. When they got back to the motel it felt like a welcome home after the chaos at the hospital. Sam had left the heat on so the room was toasty. Just as well because Dean was shivering even in his sleepy state.

Sam grabbed Dean's bag and led him to a kitchen chair and sat him down. He took off Dean's shirt and put a fresh T shirt on and Dean's only hoodie. Then he pulled up and stood him next to the bed and undid his belt. As he unthreaded Dean's belt he got a repeat performance of what he got at the hospital. Dean half leaned, half snuggled into Sam's neck and hugged him. He banged Sam's lower back painfully with his cast. Sam let Dean hug him as long as he wanted which turned out to be about two minutes before Deans legs started to let go and Sam was lowering him to the bed. He pulled Deans boots and jeans off and tugged sweat pants on to keep him warm, then maneuvered him under the blankets.

As he tucked Dean in Sam got a surprise when Dean's arm grabbed his shirt and pulled him down. Dean slid his arm around Sam's neck and pulled him down into a rough hug. As Sam pulled back Dean looked Sam in the eye.
"Sammy?" Dean slurred.
"Yeah, Dean?" Sam's heart was thumping in his ears.
Damn Dean invading his personal space like this.
"Love you, Sammy." Very slurred.
Deans eyes were so close to Sam's now he could see the tiny flecks of green and the very light sprinkling of freckles under his eyes and those lovely long lashes.
"I love you too Dean."
Dean pushed his mouth at Sam's. It was a hard mash of lips on lips. It was like being kissed by a drunk, Sam thought.
'Just remember he is off his face on drugs and won't remember this at all. Don't take advantage of your own brother.'

Then Dean pulled back just enough so their lips were still in contact but there was no pressure behind it. Okay, not like being kissed by a drunk. Just as Sam was about to pull away Dean licked Sam's bottom lip with his tongue. Sam gasped and opened his mouth automatically for Dean. He didn't push in but gently licked Sam's lip again. Sam's heart was beating like a freight train as he took Deans bottom lip between both of his. Oh my God! This was what it was like to kiss Dean. No wonder he had the girls lined up. But why so many one night stands? Sam was sure if he had tasted this before he would want more.

Sam dismissed it from his mind and enjoyed this light touch with Dean. He tried to deepen the kiss but Dean was keeping it so light it was almost like a tease. Dean licked Sam's top lip and Sam pushed his way into Deans mouth. Dean didn't push Sam out but lay his tongue lightly on Sam's tongue. Sam tasted the coppery tang of blood in Dean's mouth and something else he didn't know. Sam bought his hand up to Deans face but Dean was falling backward into the pillows his mouth moving from Sam's. Sam at first thought Dean had come to his senses and had moved away on purpose but then he saw Dean was limp under his hand and realized the medication had taken its toll on Dean and he had passed out cold.

Sam woke suddenly an hour after he had gone to sleep to Dean crying out in pain. He flicked on the bedside lamp to see Dean crawling toward the bathroom door on his elbows. Sam leaped from the bed and raced in front of Dean to switch on the bathroom light and open the door fully. He had barely enough time to get out of the way before Dean made the bathroom doorway and with his eyes barely open, vomited blood onto the bathroom floor. While Dean held his head slightly off the floor panting Sam checked Dean's bed for blood but it was clean and the blankets were hanging off the bed onto the floor. The bedside lamp had been knocked over but it was only thing wrong.

Even in his drug addled state Dean knew where to go when he need to vomit. Too many years of living in motels had given him an inbuilt instinct. Sam heard Dean heave again and more blood splattered onto the floor. Sam padded over to Dean and rolled him on his side. Dean's eyes were closed and he looked washed out.
"Come on. Lets get you back to bed."
Sam started to lift Dean but Dean stopped him with his hand and shock his head. Dean didn't say anything but Sam felt Deans body convulse as another wave of nausea flowed through him.
"Dean, I should take you back to the hospital, that's a lot of blood."

Dean looked pitifully up at Sam and whispered to him.
"Its okay Sammy. It's from the blood nose. I'm done throwin up, just feel bad."
"You sure?"
Dean nodded his head in slow agreement and was racked with more dry heaves.
"You wanna go back to bed yet?"
Dean shook his head slowly.
"Okay. I'll clean up then get you back to bed."

Sam grabbed a blanket off the bed and draped it over Dean. He grabbed a tea towel from the kitchen and sopped up the blood on the bathroom floor. He had to wring the towel several times and rinsed it in the bathroom sink. As he worked he realized Dean was right, the blood looked darker and somehow older than fresh blood. It was blood that had been sitting in the stomach waiting to come back up. Sam had just finished the floor and was giving the towel a final rinse with soapy water when he noticed Dean crawling towards the toilet.

Sam reached over and flicked the lid up just in time for Dean to throw up, not so violent this time and mainly food from earlier in the day. Dean spent another ten minutes dry heaving into the bowl before face planting the floor in exhaustion. Sam pulled Dean to his feet and half carried him to bed, noticing how much Dean was shaking now the vomiting was over. Once Dean was tucked into bed Sam got him a glass of water mainly to clear his mouth out. Dean managed half the glass before pushing it weakly away and closing his eyes almost back to sleep. Sam made sure Dean was on his side and comfortable then placed a wastepaper basket beside the bed before going back to bed himself.

Later that morning Sam got up and showered, shaved and dressed then made coffee for himself and Dean. He opened his laptop and worked as he waited for Dean to wake up. When his coffee was finished and Deans cold Dean was still asleep. Sam went over to check his brother. He was curled in a lose ball with his cast pulled to his chest covered by his other arm. Sam felt Deans head. His temperature was okay but just to be on the safe side he checked Dean's pulse which was strong and slow. Sam decided to let Dean sleep the drugs off and went to the motel office and paid for another night. Then he went over to the nearby diner and bought himself breakfast, reading the local paper while he ate. He bought a muffin and orange juice for Dean and went back to the room to find Dean in exactly the same position he had left him in.

After surfing the net and playing solitaire for an hour Sam got bored and went through the bags for washing. There was a coin operated laundry two doors down. Sam wandered down and did the laundry which included Deans blood stained T shirt, shirt and jacket from the night before. When he got back Dean still hadn't moved so Sam checked him again then went to grab some lunch. He bought take away sandwiches for him and Dean and two cups of coffee. He went back to the room and put the TV on while he ate flicking through the daytime TV shows and ended up watching The Simpsons.

When Sam had finished his coffee he drank Deans because it was going cold anyway. He put Dean's sandwich in the mini bar fridge and channel flicked for another hour before getting bored and turning it off. Sam checked Dean again. He hadn't moved and his face was still slack with sleep. The cut above his eye had some bruising around it and was slightly raised on a small bump and his nose still looked a little swollen but no big bruises under his eyes like Sam thought might happen. Dean seemed to be able to get away with getting beaten and having not much to show for it. Maybe it was all the years of hunting that did it, made Dean tough. That's probably why Dean was still sleeping off the drugs. He wasn't used to having drugs pumped into him. His normal self medication being in a bottle or if it was really bad some pain tablets and alcohol.

Sam was starting to worry so he rolled Deans head over and rubbed his hand down his face.
"Come on Dean, time to wake up. Come on buddy, lunch time."
He was sure the mention of food would get Dean up. But Dean's eyes stayed closed and he didn't move a muscle.
"What the hell kind of drugs did they give him?" Sam wondered wildly.
Dean was obviously over medicated and was going to have to sleep it off. Sam was worried about dehydration because the last thing Dean had to drink was half a glass of water early that morning.

Mid afternoon found Sam cleaning out the trunk of the Impala. He had driven the car around the back of the motel where it was quiet and secluded. There wasn't much to do just cleaning and repacking the shotguns from the night before. It was amazing how much Sam missed Dean even though he was still there just not here. He missed Dean's chatter and his company. He would have even enjoyed Dean stirring him up as he liked to do, Sam knew it was all in fun and his brother loved him as much as he loved Dean. It was just Deans way, his sense of humor. Even though Sam was the target more times than not, he missed it when Dean was not with him.

Those years at Stanford had been hard without his brother. He had tended to make friends with people who had funny sense of humor like Dean but they never replaced Dean so he found it hard to talk about Dean to anyone, even Jessica. When he started hunting again after Jessica's death he realized Jess and Dean were similar people and that he had been with Jess for that reason. He still loved Jess but it was a different love than he had for Dean. Sam started thinking about the kiss he had shared with Dean last night. It had been warm and wonderful in Dean's mouth and Dean had kissed him back to certain extent. But as had been reminding himself all day Dean had been drugged to the eyeballs. The question remained, would Dean remember when he finally woke up?

And what did he want himself? A better relationship with his brother for one. He had never been with a guy before and never thought he would but something had happened to the way he felt about Dean lately and Deans actions had been different since he feel through the roof. What if Dean wanted to do more than kiss? Sam had enjoyed the kiss and on several occasions felt himself wanting Dean. Maybe Dean had been letting more of his feelings out since falling through the roof but there was a change in Dean before then, around when their dad had died. Sam had noticed the change in Dean around then and had tried to be as supportive as he could. Something difficult to do with a brother like Dean. Sam hated to say it but he liked the change in Dean.

He liked Deans caring and sharing side and it was a thrill to Sam to see it still existed. Dean was giving Sam glimpses of it now like he did when Sam was growing up and had a problem he needed Dean's help with. They were the only times Dean would let Sam see he had that side of him. Sam had begun to think Dean had locked it away around the time Sam went off to school and would never let it out again. Sam decided he would take what he could get from Dean and follow his heart and show Dean he loved him as much as he could.

TBC