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Sam felt embarrassed once he had calmed down. All they had done was kiss and he had fired off like a hair trigger. It made Sam feel like he might have needed this for a lot longer than he had thought. He knew Dean was sexy, everyone knew that but, come on his brother? Without the fact he just kissed a guy properly for the first time and it wasn't weird at all the opposite to weird in fact. And his brother who was normally so macho had been loving and caring was there for him while he was still sick. Sam removed the ice from Dean's side, the twenty minutes were up. He stayed snuggled with Dean until he fell asleep. Once Sam stopped kissing him it only took a minute.

For Dean's part he had kissed Sam as he came down from his orgasm and stayed in his arms being loving and tender, though he felt very tired. Dean couldn't fault Sam for going so quickly, he may have as well if it hadn't been for all the drugs. He'd had a hard enough time as it was to keep up with Sam. But as far as Dean was concerned he deserved it and wanted his baby brother to have it.

Once Dean was asleep Sam got up put the ice in the tiny freezer , had a shower, cleaned up and got into sweats for the night. He rang for pizza and watched TV till it came. While he ate he surfed the web for a while before putting ice on Dean's side again. Dean stayed asleep and didn't move or try to push the ice off so Sam sat at Dean's bedside channel flicking while he waited for the twenty minutes to be up. Sam sat up long enough to put the ice on Dean one more time then went to bed thinking hard about what had transpired that night.

Sam woke quickly at three in the morning alert that something had woken him. He looked over and saw the bedside lamp on and Dean sitting on the side of his bed looking over at him.
"Hey Dean. You okay?" Sam asked as he swung out of bed.
"Need to use the can." Dean stood slowly and shakily. Sam moved to Dean's side and put his arm around his shoulder and helped him to the bathroom. Sam left Dean in the bathroom. When Dean was finished Sam helped him back to bed. Dean seemed steadier on his feet on the way back. When Sam tucked Dean back in Dean put his hand on Sam's arm.
"Thanks."
Sam nodded and headed back to his bed.

As he turned his head Dean thought he saw a flash of disappointment? Unhappiness? Well Dean wasn't having any of that! As Sam came around the bed, Dean called to him.
"Sammy."
Sam looked over and Dean pulled the covers off the right side of the bed at patted the sheet with his right hand.
"Come here."
Sam smiled shyly at Dean and got carefully into bed facing away from Dean. Dean put his arms around Sam after he reached up and turned off the light.

Sam woke up to the suns rays coming in the window and realized he'd just had his best sleep for along time. Well not since he'd had that nightmare and Dean had spent the rest of the night with him. He felt Dean's strong arms around him and burrowed closer to Dean feeling his breath on the back of his neck. Sam stayed like that until his bladder could take no more and he had to get up. When he got up he was surprised to see it was after nine am, much later than he thought. He grabbed his shaving stuff, had a shower and got dressed thinking about breakfast.

When he came out of the bathroom he was surprised to find Dean awake lying with his head on the pillows looking up at him. Sam was suddenly tentative around Dean. He was wondering how much of last night was drugs and how much of it was Dean wanting it. Or worse if he did'nt remember it at all . Or what if he remembered it and was freaked out about it. They were brothers after all and now they had crossed the line into territory that was more than a kiss.

Sam for his part didn't regret it at all but he worried that Dean would freak out this morning and hurt him big time. But his fears were soon alleviated as he took the plunge to talk to his brother.
"Hey, how you feelin?" He said walking up to his brother and sitting on the bed.
"Better." Dean looked much brighter than last time he had been awake.
"Feel like some breakfast?"
"Yeah, I'm hungry."
"Good, I'll grab some from the diner. What do you feel like?"
"Mmm, eggs. Maybe an omelet. No ham though, stomach feels a bit off."
"Okay. I'll be back soon, you need the bathroom or anything before I go?"
"Water."

Sam got Dean a bottle of water and grabbed his wallet and keys. As he was about to walk out the door Dean called him back.
"What Dean?"
Dean lifted his hand in a come here gesture. Sam walked over and Dean sat up. He pulled Sam down to him and kissed him fully on the lips.
"So you don't miss me too much." Dean said cheekily as he pulled back to see a stunned but relived Sam.

When Sam returned with breakfast Dean was asleep but when he planted a kiss on Dean's cheek Dean woke up slowly and smiled up at Sam.
"You ready for breakfast?"
"Sounds good," yawned Dean as he sat up and pushed the pillows up behind his back against the headboard.
Sam bought Deans breakfast over and served it to him in bed. He went back for his, grabbed the remote and went to sit on his bed but Dean patted the bed next to him. Sam sat next to Dean careful not to jostle his breakfast. Dean ate slowly and didn't finish all his food. Sam didn't push because he knew Dean's stomach would feel a bit delicate for a day or two but after that he was going to push as much food into Dean as he could no excuses or hiding it. Sam cleared the breakfast containers away and brought over two cups of coffee, both sipping slowly as they watched TV. Their arms brushed against each other comfortably.

After a while Dean rested his head on Sam's shoulder and started to nod off. Sam grabbed Dean's half full coffee cup before it fell out of his hand. Sam put his arm around Dean and pulled his head to his chest and watched TV enjoying his brother's warmth. After a while Sam lay Dean back down under the covers. He went to the table and opened his computer and looked for some work. He found a few towns in the same area of Tennessee that had some mysterious deaths. He researched as much as he could and then decided a trip to the library might be a good idea. He wrote a note for Dean deciding to take the Impala and fuel up while he was out.

Dean woke up to find the motel room empty and himself quite thirsty. He got up on slightly shaky legs and got another bottle of water drinking half of it down while standing next to the sink reading Sam's note. He went to his bag and pulled out his shaving gear and toothbrush and proceeded to the bathroom for a long overdue shave and wash. When he saw himself in the mirror he decided he didn't look as bad as he felt and thought a shower might make him feel better and less tired. Man they must have been some strong drugs they had pumped into him, he could still feel the effects in his system. He grabbed a towel and some fresh clothes and had a short shower. He was careful of his cast and washed his hair thoroughly as he was sure he saw some blood in there when he had looked in the mirror.

After shaving, brushing his teeth and putting on clean sweats Dean put his clothes and kit back in his bag. He finished the bottle of water he had started before his shower. He grabbed another bottle then headed back to bed sitting against his pillows and watching TV. After a while he started to fall asleep so he snuggled down under the covers.

Sam came back to the room at one o'clock with him lunch for the both of them. As he dropped the bag on the table he noticed the empty water bottle in the trash and the half full bottle on the floor by Dean's bed. He walked softly over to check on Dean and as he approached Dean woke looking up at his brother as he loomed over him.
"You've been up," said Sam lightly.
"Yeah, I got cleaned up, feel much better," he yawned.
"You look better."
Sam slid the back of his fingers down Dean's clean cheek. Dean grabbed a fistful of Sam's shirt and pulled him down, so that his face was level with him. He pushed forward so his mouth was near Sam's ear.
"And I brushed my teeth."

Dean breathed in Sam's ear. Sam felt Deans breath all the way down his spine, but his breath was taken from him when Dean moved back and kissed Sam hard on the lips. Sam smelled Deans clean mouth and opened his for more. They kissed into each others mouths, the kiss loving and passionate. Sam tasted Dean for the first time with out any other tastes in his mouth mixing with the taste of Dean and he loved it. He pushed Dean back into the bed and moved his hand on the back of Dean's neck, enjoying the feeling. Dean put his hand in Sam's hair then moved it down to Sam's back stroking softly. Sam came up for air and looked into Deans eyes. Dean didn't look away or say anything just looked at Sam lovingly. His hand had moved back up and was stroking Sam's face. Sam's questions to himself that morning were suddenly all groundless, this was what he had been waiting for all his life. Sam knew Dean said nothing because there was nothing to say. They were made for each other case closed. And they both knew it.

After lunch Dean asked Sam what he had been up to and he told Dean about the possible hunt he had found. Sam bought the laptop over and Dean looked at what Sam had found agreeing it looked like a hunt but saying as Sam felt, it could be any number of things causing the deaths. Dean surprised Sam by saying he felt they should hit the road tomorrow to go and have a look. He surprised Sam further by getting his wallet out and giving him a one hundred dollar note and telling Sam to go hit a book shop and get himself some books not related to the supernatural while they were near a town big enough to have a largish bookshop.

Something Sam wanted to read not something he had to read.
"Eh, why Dean?"
"You always liked fiction growing up but dad wouldn't buy you any, even for a birthday. You should get something you would enjoy, say if you were not hunting anymore. And buy them not steal them from the library, they are your books then. And you do have an afternoon to kill."
"What are you going to do?" Sam eyed Dean suspiciously.
Dean lay back on his pillows. "Finish sleeping these damn drugs off so we can hit the road tomorrow."

Sam enjoyed his time at the bookstore picking six books he really wanted and realized if had an open ticket he could have easily picked another four or five. So it turned out Dean was right, again. Sam decided to do something nice for Dean and bought a new copy of Back in Black on tape as his copy was a bit worn out.

When Dean woke up Sam was sitting at the kitchen table with the sun on his back reading one of his new books. Dean sat up slowly pulling off his hoodie as he felt too hot with it on. He got up slowly and padded over to Sam silently. So silently Sam jumped a little when Dean put his hand on Sam's shoulder. Sam looked up with a smile, happy to see Dean up and around. Dean smiled down at Sam and leaned over Sam's shoulder to see what he was reading. A novel, cool, Sam had done what he asked. He saw on the table a short stack of books and smiled at Sam happy to see his brother with something for himself.

Dean moved around to face Sam not taking his right hand off Sam's left shoulder and swung his left leg over Sam's legs and sat on Sam's lap. Sam pulled his legs off the table giving Dean his full lap to sit on and then lowered the book to the floor. Sam noticed Dean was wearing just a T Shirt and sweat pants and he wrapped his arms around Dean to feel him through his T shirt. Dean rubbed his face against Sam's, both faces clean shaven feeling smooth and soft. Sam moved his mouth to Dean's throat, kissing and moving his lips over Dean's clean skin. Dean pulled his head back with a low moan and Sam licked and sucked at Deans Adams apple and over his pulse point. Sam lifted his head and kissed at Dean's mouth with open mouthed sloppy kisses.

Dean opened his mouth and licked at Sam's lips. Sam took Dean's plump bottom lip in his lips and sucked and nipped then licked it softly. Dean plunged his tongue into Sam's mouth and Sam curled his tongue around Dean's. Sam's hands moved up and down Dean's back softly enjoying feeling the toned muscles. As they deepened the kiss Sam's hands moved up and under Dean's T shirt. Sam's stomach dropped and he hardened instantly when he felt his skin on Dean's. Dean's hand moved down to Sam's left side then across his tight abdominals then Dean was pulling Sam's shirts up over his head. Sam leaned forward slighty and helped him pull them off. Dean's hand travelled smoothy over Sam's chest and stomach while they kissed desperately.

Sam was as hard as a rock and confined in his jeans. Dean seemed to know and his hand moved to Sam's jeans and undid the belt buckle, button and fly with amazing dexterity. One minute Sam was confined and thinking he was going to go in his pants again the next Dean had him out and free and was rubbing down his length so smoothly and with such skill it was intoxicating. Who knew Dean was so good with his hands? Well one hand at least for now. Sam moaned into Dean's mouth and felt the orgasm build so quickly he had to pull away from Dean's mouth and pant harshly into his shoulder. His hips rocked up against Dean's hand of they're own accord. He wanted it to last but it was so good he just couldn't think of anything but the pleasure he was feeling.
"Oh God, Dean. " he breathed. Just as he felt he might get himself slightly under control and help Dean out a bit he felt warm slippery liquid smooth its way down his shaft. He looked down to see Dean had produced a small packet of lube and had let the empty packet fall to the floor.

Dean stroked harder and faster with his hand, using his thumb to swipe at the head as he snapped his wrist, and twisted his hand as he worked. The added slipperiness and Deans magic fingers pushed Sam back to gasping quickly and he felt his orgasm hit. He only had time to yell "Dean" into Dean's neck as he came long and hard into Dean's hand. He couldn't believe the pleasure Dean had given him just with his hand. But then again he had gone the night before just from kissing Dean, well with some help from Deans leg.

As Sam calmed down he realized he had gone twice and Dean hadn't gone at all and he suddenly wondered if Dean was doing it just for him. He snatched his T shirt off the floor quickly wiping Dean's hand and his stomach off. Dean tucked him back into his pants and did his jeans up without looking at him. Sam lifted Dean's head up with his hand.
"Are you doing this just for me Dean?"
"No, Sammy I'm not." Dean looked Sam in the eye and Sam saw no lie there.
"Its just I've gone twice now and you haven't gone at all, I'm sorry."
"Sam, there's no need to keep score. I'm doing it because I want to. It feels right and don't worry it's the drugs , they're slowing me down. I was enjoying it so when they're out of my system you better look out."
"Are you sure?"
"Positive. You can't make me do what I don't want to do Sam, especially since I started it."
Dean smiled at Sam and ran his hand lightly through Sam's hair. He kissed him quickly and stood up slowly. He walked slowly to the bathroom gave his hands a good wash then went to the kitchen to put the kettle on. He watched Sam with a smile as he got up and went to his bag for a fresh shirt.

TBC