Dean Winchester was a man of few needs. His entire life he went without, in order to provide for Sammy, or to just get by. In the past he had gone without food for days, slept outside in the cold, went without any human interaction for weeks.
He was a survivor. He didn't need much.
But when he did need something, he really, really needed it; to the point where nothing else mattered but that one need.
And today, one year and six months since Dean laid eyes on his brother; that was his need.
Dean needed to see Sam.
...XoXoXo...
It was a rainy Friday afternoon. Sam had just finished up his last class for the week and he looked forward to getting home, taking a nap, maybe browsing the internet mindlessly for a few hours before Dmitri would get home from his job working in a shipping warehouse.
They lived together now: Austin, Dmitri, and Sam. Though Austin claimed he was going to find a new place soon. The rental house had three bedrooms, but it was obvious that despite Sam and Dmitri's considerate and gracious behavior, the house was getting smaller every day.
It was a short walk back home from campus, and Sam was just about to head down the last remaining stretch of sidewalk to get to his front porch when something completely unexpected caught his attention.
There was a familiar man in a leather jacket, standing not even fifteen feet from him.
It was Dean.
"Dean?!" He said incredulously.
His older brother walked to him slowly, hands in his jacket pockets; it was what he did when trying to look all cool and nonchalant.
"Heya Sammy. Miss me?" Dean tried on a smirk, acting like he didn't want to just pull Sam in for a lusty, passionate kiss and fuck him against the nearest wall.
"God… Dean." Sam closed the gap between them first, pulling the shorter man in for a hug.
"I did miss you. It's been too long." Sam whispered truthfully.
"Tell me about it. You got no idea the boner I have right now." Dean couldn't hold back his cheeky grin, but he tucked his face further into Sam's shoulder so he didn't see.
Sam laughed. "Well I'm sorry I can't do anything about that right now. I mean, not outside, that is."
Dean pulled back from the tight embrace and eyed Sam with a mischievous look.
"Wanna take me inside and show me just how much you missed me?"
"More than anything."
Austin was gone for the weekend; some concert a few cities away. And Dmitri wouldn't be home for another three hours. This meant Sam and Dean had three hours to just… enjoy each other, and to enjoy being together again after nearly two years apart.
...XoXoXo...
"Oh God. Forgot how fucking big you are." Sam marveled as he stroked his big brother's cock. He was on his knees, getting ready to swallow it down.
"Hm... California boys not doing it for you, huh? Bet you none of them have a cock like mine; isn't that right, baby boy?"
Sam could honestly agree to that; he didn't have to pretend, like he found himself doing with Dmitri. As hot as Dmitri was, he just wasn't Dean. And more often than not Sam lied to Dmitri, while in the throes of passionate sex; telling him it was the best sex of his life, or that no other man knew how to fuck him just right. And Dmitri always asked. Somewhere in the bottom of Sam's heart he knew that Dmitri was insecure about their relationship; like Dmitri knew that Sam's heart belonged to Dean and only Dean.
"Never had a cock as big as yours, Dean. It's a fucking monster." Sam didn't give Dean the chance to respond. He swallowed it down like it was his last meal, pushing it down into his throat with ease and resisting the gag reflex like a pro.
Dean couldn't talk; he could hardly think when his boy took him like that: so easy and smooth and so warm. He couldn't think of anyone who knew how to suck his cock better than his baby brother.
"Gonna come." Dean hardly realized the voice was his own; the warning was so automatic; so natural, that he didn't even think before he said it.
Sam pulled off, releasing the suction with a loud pop. He stripped off his jeans quickly and positioned himself on the bed, springs creaking as he settled onto his knees, ass in the air, waiting for Dean to fuck him.
"Jesus." Was all Dean could say; he clenched his hands tightly into a fist and dug his nails into the palms of his hands in hopes that he wouldn't orgasm just from seeing Sammy present himself like that. After all this time…
He had to look elsewhere for half a second to distract himself a little, the visual stimulation was starting to overwhelm his resolve to stave off his orgasm. If he came untouched, and prematurely at that, Sam would never let that one go.
Dean diverted his attention, looking randomly to a pair of black Chuck Taylor's laying next to the closet door. Ever the opportunist, Dean saw it fit to make a comment about Sam's apparent fashion choices.
"Never took you for a high-tops kind of guy, Sammy. Stanford is turning you into a real beauty queen, isn't it?"
Sam was hardly thinking clearly in his response; if he were, the conversation may have turned out a bit differently.
"Those aren't mine. They're Dmitri's. He's got like ten pairs."
Dean froze upon hearing that information. It wasn't just the fact that Sam had someone living with him; nor the fact that they clearly shared a bedroom; a bed. No, it was the name that triggered in his mind. It was an all-too-familiar name half a decade ago; so familiar that it would be impossible to forget.
Sam stilled once he realized what he'd just confessed; and what it might mean for his relationship with Dean from now on.
"Are we… are we talking about Dmitri, Dmitri? You know, blood sucking, fuckin' vampire, Dmitri?" Dean was hardly in the right frame of mind to keep his boner; it was already starting to go flaccid, fear and confusion taking over the arousal like dirt stirred into water.
Sam sighed, quickly realizing that the train heading towards passionate, mind-blowing sex had derailed for the time being. He turned over to face Dean, who was a panting, half naked mussed-up mess that looked well on his way to being thoroughly pissed off.
"It's not like that, Dean. I swear."
"Don't you give me that crap." Dean chastised Sam's response, though he expected nothing less from a Winchester.
"You're fucking him, aren't you? Should have known. You're always repeating your mistakes, going back to your old habits."
"You're one to talk about habits, Dean." Sam verbally pinned with scary accuracy.
"Dmitri doesn't hurt anyone. He is a good person; a strong person. I've been with him for months and he's never once given me reason not to trust him."
"He's a vamp, Sam. That should be at the top of your list of reasons!"
"Why? He's never fed off of a person. He drinks donor blood and animal blood. He has a whole group of people just like him to support him and get him the help he needs when I can't."
The eldest Winchester was overwhelmed with a mixture of anger and helplessness. How could Sam do this? How could he convince Sam that this was just wrong? That it was beyond dangerous; it was madness.
"Don't you dare leave." Sam recognized the look in Dean's eyes; the look that gave away his total loss for words. It usually ended up in someone getting their nose punched in, or just the silent treatment accompanied by temporary abandonment.
"I'm not leaving." Dean thought about it, but he wasn't about to walk out after being apart from his soul mate for so long.
"Just… God, Sam. I don't know what to say. It's like I'm watching you swim with sharks. Fuck why am I even using analogies here? It's like finding out that you share a bed with a vampire!"
Sam couldn't help but smirk with a little amusement upon hearing Dean's bumbling disapproval.
"I've missed you, Dean." Sam said honestly. He wasn't really meaning to change the subject; it was an impulsive confession.
"Don't change the subject. Don't think we're done talking about this!" Dean was pacing now; sans trousers and undergarments, his flaccid cock swayed while he walked two paces left, and then two paces right.
He sighed, his expression softening a little once Sam's confession sunk in.
"I missed you too."
"Come here." Sam wasn't feeling sexy or horny anymore, but he needed closeness; the kind of closeness that two brothers weren't supposed to have at their age. But he didn't care; neither of them did.
They lay on the bed together, naked from the waist down, hugging and kissing and petting.
Dean got hard almost instantly; the lack of good sex in the most recent months made for a pretty randy Winchester.
"Sammy." Dean whispered against his brother's wet, spit-slicked lips.
"I want you."
"I want you, too. But look… Dmitri's gonna be home soon. Now's not the right time for this. It was a bad idea anyway I… I want to stay with Dmitri, and I don't think he wants to… you know… share me."
Dean's eyebrows knit together tightly as he processed what Sam just said.
"Sam, I'm pretty sure I'm the one who's been sharing you, at this point. He's got you on friggin' loan right now. This ass is mine." Dean accentuated his statement with a harsh pinch to Sam's bare ass cheek.
Sam frowned.
"In your heart-of-hearts, I know you know this… but… I'm not property, Dean... Dmitri has this weird possessive thing going. And I like… being with him, when you're not around. I just… want to keep my relationship with you low-key; I don't want to stir up trouble with Dmitri."
"Yeah you mean you don't want him to kill you?"
"I don't want to give him reason to kill you, Dean. I'm serious about the possessive thing. He… sees me as his mate."
Dean sat up on the bed and looked anywhere but at Sam's face. This was all too much right now.
"You… Would choose him over me?"
"No, Dean. I just don't want to upset him. He's been good to me."
"Leave with me."
"What?" Sam sat up on the bed and touched Dean's turned shoulder.
"I mean it. Leave Stanford; come home with me. We can transfer you to a different college, somewhere on the east coast. I'll bet Harvard would take you."
Sam scoffed at that. He doubted Harvard would even look at an application like his. No school recommendations, no money, and no family legacy status. But Dean did bring up a good point. He could leave Dmitri and go home. It sounded so temping. But that was probably his dick doing most of the thinking, there.
"I'll think about it." Sam said honestly, and sealed the promise with a kiss to Dean's perfect mouth.
What Sam didn't know was that Dmitri had come home early. He didn't even need to leave his car before he realized what sort of activities were taking place in the upstairs of the house. He waited and listened, feeling hurt that Sam would cheat on him. And he recognized the voice: Dean fucking Winchester.
He felt a wave of relief when he realized that it was all coming to an end; once Dean found out that Sam was living with the infamous vampire that he'd let live so many years ago.
Dmitri knew it was unfair of him to eavesdrop, even from so far away. Hey, it wasn't his fault that he had super-powered hearing, right?
But he didn't stay. The vampire wisely decided to drive on, and blow off some steam. He and Sam were supposed to be part of The Show that whole weekend. He wondered if Dean coming to town was going to change any of that.
...XoXoXo...
Sam forgot almost entirely about The Show. But he was scrolling through some emails on his computer when he noticed that evening's itinerary sitting unread in his inbox.
"Oh great." He grumbled as he quickly scrolled though the email and then closed it.
"Hey Dean, I've got somewhere I've got to be. I forgot, sorry." He tried to sound nonchalant, so maybe Dean wouldn't inquire further.
Dean came in from the other room holding a piece of half-eaten pecan pie with his bare hands.
"Where you going?"
"I've got a…. meeting. Law school stuff. Really boring."
"Huh. Can't you skip it? I mean can't you tell them your long-lost brother's in town?"
"Afraid not. It's important. I'll be back in a few hours, probably."
Dean looked at the clock and then looked back at Sam skeptically. "You're going to a long meeting at school at eight at night? What are these people, nocturnal?"
"Yep. Basically." Sam said absent-mindedly as he got his things together.
"I'll see ya later."
Sam had already closed the front door before Dean got another word in. It was odd for Sam to leave like that.
The eldest Winchester knew something was up; he had to; it was his job to be suspicious. It was his job to look after Sam. Following that logic, it would have been irresponsible for Dean to not snoop on Sam's laptop and check his emails to find out where he was going. Surely it would have been downright neglectful for him not to track down the the address for the place where some "show" was taking place and apparently Sam was a part of.
Dean had absolutely no idea what he was walking into. But he was about to find out.
Really quickly.