Warnings and disclaimers: See chapter 1

Many thanks to CorieHall for the beta on this story.

Chapter 4 Cool big brothers

As Sam taped Dean's side, his fingers ran over the sharp muscles and he realized Dean had put on quite a lot of muscle bulk in the last couple of years. He guessed he really hadn't seen Dean with his shirt off in good light for a while as their dad normally patched Dean up and he had been doing his dad to learn better stitching technique. In fact, Sam found it hard to remember just how long it had been since he had patched his brother up. John had developed a habit lately of getting Dean squared away before they got back knowing full well that Sam freaked out every time Dean was injured.

As Sam took up Dean's arm and dabbed on the holy water, he looked at Dean's torso. He thought Dean looked a lot more defined than he had ever seen before. He didn't just have washboard abs he had a six pack that rivaled a body builder. Sam knew Dean worked fairly hard at keeping himself conditioned and knew John had been working him extra hard lately but there was a lot of muscle mass he had never seen and a few new scars that caught his attention.
"See anything you like, Sammy?" Dean joked making Sam blush a little.
"I just…how did you? I mean you don't eat great so how?..." Sam trailed off.

Dean chucked and patted his stomach with his free hand.
"I have Winchester constitution."
Sam raised his eyebrows as he threaded the needle.
"Well look at dad. He doesn't eat much better than me and he is in good shape for a guy his age."
"I guess but he doesn't have a six pack like yours." Sam went red as he said it.
"That's from all the running and sit ups and pushups and chin ups he makes me do. Running for my life fairy often probably helps as well. You can't get that in a gym." Dean joked.

Sam started sewing Dean's arm amazed at how relaxed and easy Dean was talking to him.
"Do you think I will…" Sam stuttered too embarrassed stop making Dean remember he was only sixteen. Something he often forgot with his smarter than average sibling.
"Yeah Sammy you will fill out soon and have muscles all over no doubt. I started getting mine at about fourteen but I was training for a year before I saw anything. Just wait till you stop growing up first."
"Thanks Dean."
Sam liked how Dean had reassured him without making him feel like an idiot. He really did have a great big brother.

Up until a few months ago, Sam had always showed his brother off to the few friends he made in schools until he realized Dean might not like it. Of course Dean would never say that. Dean pretty much always did what Sam asked if he could. Sam knew he was lucky to have Dean looking after him. He always told Sam the truth and didn't hide the stuff he knew parents did. Dean believed in educating Sam and letting him make his own decisions about what he choose to do. From the few friends he had made at schools he had been to, he knew Dean was different as far as a brother or a father would be. John certainly would not have bought him up the way Dean had.

Dean watched Sam's stitches carefully.
"Keep em small like this." Dean deftly took the needle from Sam and sewed three quick stitches to finish the first cut.
"How do you do em so quick?"
"It's just practice Sammy. Don't forget I've had a few years more practice than you."
Sam nodded softly as he threaded a new needle. Dean guided Sam through the last of the stitches and let Sam place a piece of gauze over the top then a quick bandage before Dean could object. Dean helped Sam pack up the kit then stood, without caring that he had no shirt on, and strode to their room for a fresh shirt.

Dean came back into the room with a clean T shirt on and jacket rattling change in his hand. Sam had washed his hands in the kitchen sink.
"I'm going down the block to use the phone. You be okay for a few minutes? It sounds like dad's out of it."
"Yeah I'll watch TV till you get back."
"Cool. Won't be long. Thanks for the patch up job as well."
Dean ruffled Sam's hair while patting his side to show Sam he approved of the job he did.
"No problem, Dean"

Dean went to the door and slipped out walking quickly down to the end of the block and stepping into the phone booth. Dean used the phone book to look up the three hospitals in the area he felt a hunter would use. After spending a couple of minutes talking to nurses at each hospital, he found no one had gone in with dog bites or anything similar. He sighed as he scratched his head and decided to take a risk and call the two all-night clinics as well. They were further away but he wanted to be sure.

Having no luck, he walked back to the house still worried that the hunters may have patched themselves up. He saw a late night market still open and went in to get Sam some ice cream. From the sign out the front it seemed they sold ice cream by the tub including chocolate mint - Sam's favorite. Dean bought Sam two tubs of chocolate mint and a tub of chocolate for himself so they could sit together and eat. He liked spending time with Sam. After all he was a cool little brother.

TBC