Sam and Dean walked to the restaurant, Sam's arm slung around his brothers shoulder. Sam with the same tight smile trying to hold it together, to show Dean what he wanted to see, Dean waited for the other shoe to drop and then it did sooner than he expected.

Sam guided him to the back of the restaurant and pushed him none too gently against the wall and kissed hard, rough stubble scratching Deans face, pressure bruising his lips. Sam caught Dean with his strong fingers between his legs and squeezed. Dean let out a gasp of pain.

"This is mine, remember that Dean….mine..LOOK AT ME!" with that Sam grabbed his face and squeezed his jaw. Dean pushed Sam and punched him square in the nose, tears streaked down his face, part pain and part sadness. Sam wiped the blood coming from his nose and growled "you bitch" and stormed off into the restaurant.

"This isn't you Sammy…it is not you" Dean said to himself, head back against the wall gathering his sanity to make it through breakfast. Wiping his eyes, he walked in the diner and joined the other hunters.

The other hunters were all laughing at something Bobby said, it was good to hear them happy and relaxed for once. Bobby looked up at Dean and saw his red eyes, then looked to Sam with the beginning swell around the bridge of his nose. The heated, angry eye contact between them was not lost on Bobby. Dean sat by Edger, a small wiry man, he always reminded Dean of a garden gnome. "Dean how the hell are you?" Edger or Ed as everyone called him looked at Dean with a smile. "I've been better Ed, I have really been better". Dean sat with an empty chair between he and Sam and a blink later Castiel was seated between them.

What happened to Dean was not lost on Castiel and he didn't know if he should intervene, decided to stay back and not open up a fresh wound. He wasn't sure what Sam knew and wanted to keep it that way, things were getting complicated and Castiel was afraid his heart was going to hurt in the long run. Taking a chance he threaded his fingers with Deans under the table and was relieved when Dean squeezed Castiels hand and a smile broke out. "Cas I'm glad you came back" Dean whispered.

Sam sat between Castiel and Holly, his jaw tightening and getting that familiar tick. Holly looked at Sam and frowned, he looked a bit mad to her. She shrugged figuring whatever it was it just wasn't her business. Finishing their meals, the group of hunters decided to travel back to Bobbie's place where they had a couple of trailers stationed. There was something big coming and the hunters were pooling resources to figure it all out.

Back at Bobbie's Sam didn't have his head in the game and he tried to refocus but all he saw was Dean and Castiel working together at a little table in the corner of the living room, books spread out and heads together talking softly. Sam walked up to them both, grabbed a chair and sat down. He still didn't know what happened exactly but Sam wasn't a fool, he could smell what went down and almost could see the heat between them. "Hello Sam" was all the angel could manage and Dean continued to read. Holly came over and asked how everything was going. A wicked smile broke out on Sam's face and he pulled Holly onto his lap. Holly let out a sharp breath in surprise. "Sam what the hell is up with you?" a flush creeped over her, she didn't know what to make of it. They weren't in any kind of relationship but she had to admit he made her wet just by watching him. Sure his emotions ran cold and dark, no flowers and hearts from Sam, no love at all but there was a respect as hunters and the way his long hair fell across his beautiful face, how the muscles of his long torso worked beneath his tee was enough to make her tingle and replay their interlude in her mind.

"Round two" he whispered in her ear and pushed Holly up, took her hand and led her upstairs. She went willingly and felt like she was in a dream state. He pushed the door open to the small room he and Dean shared at Bobbie's since they were kids and he sat down on the edge of the bed , his chin resting on his tented fingers, "strip now and don't make me wait".

Holly felt confused until she saw his eyes, the hardness in them snapped her back, she quickly stripped down for Sam and stood naked in front of him. He grabbed her hips and turned her around several times roughly grabbing her round firm ass , turned her again, hands running over her soft stomach then cupped both breasts in his large hands but they still spilled over. He ran his thumbs over both nipples "Mmmm just like ripe raspberries, you're the right age for these big tits, it wrecks my mind on how they can be that large and that high up, no sag."

She started to feel over exposed and uncomfortable, feeling the need to bolt. "Sam….I think…we shouldn't do this." Sam gave a bitter tinged laugh "I will tell you what to think and when to think it" he stood and undressed, pushing Holly to her knees he shoved his cock in her open mouth making her gag as it hit the back of her throat. Sam pumped her face as she tried to get a rhythm. Pulling out abruptly he pushed her on the bed and wrenched her legs apart.

Sam buried his face between the soft thighs and breathed deeply, he enjoyed the heat and her scent. The delicate butter blonde tuft of hair on her mound was intoxicating to his senses, the lips were full and blushed. He slid an expert tongue upward and reaching the top of the slit pushed in and hitting her excited little clit just perfect. Holly groaned loudly and felt at that moment he could ask her to burn the world and she would do it if only he continued. Spreading her open with his fingers he pushed the hood back with his mouth and sucked lightly while inserting his long fingers. "Good slut, give it up for me" his fingers hitting just the spot, that hidden mystery. She thrashed on the bed while Sam stroked his cock faster and buried his face and fingers harder. She bucked again and let go, her wetness in Sam's mouth, over his lips. He got up and straddled her chest coming in long spurts over her pretty face, blue eyes wide, wild and shattered. "lick it off Holly" and she did.

Sam rolled off and didn't look at her, he had what he wanted. Holly got her breathing under control and quickly dressed. She felt shame at how easily he controlled her and even more shame knowing she might let Sam do it again. She did feel like slut and her eyes were wet "I'm not going to cry, don't cry Holly your strong" the words looped in her mind and she got up and quietly left the room.

Sam smiled into the mirror working hard to bring back that softness in his eyes, that worried puppy look that got Dean every time in the past. He pulled on a pair of loose hip skimming jeans and entered the hall. Dean exited the bathroom. Under his breath Sam muttered "Lucky, lucky me, show time!"

He walked up to Dean and turned him with gentle hands. Dean winched but stood his ground. Sam gave him the face, the puppy face with a worried brow and Dean softened and relaxed, it looked like old Sammy again. "Dean I'm sorry I was so rough, sometimes I can't stop it" he bent down and slowly kissed Deans full lips, running his tongue inside of his brother's mouth. Dean returned the kiss and swirled his tongue into Sam.

Deans eyes grew wide, then narrowed. Pulling away from Sam he ran his fingers over his lips and then wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. "What is that? What did you do?" Sam smiled and ran his tongue up the palm of his own hand to the tips of the fingers and licked. "Just a little Holly for you, she has the sweetest little blonde honey pot. Christ, Dean really you should try her, she has a thing for Winchesters I guess, I bet you could get in there too."

Dean clenched his fists "damn you Sam, damn you, your disgusting. I try and try to cut you slack, I work overtime looking for a way to fix you and all I get is pain. I can't touch you, I can't be around you until we fix this."

Sam's eyes turned flinty and dark, he shoved Dean on the floor "Doesn't feel so fucking good does it? Of course Holly is no angel. Anyway who asked you to fix me?"

Sam stormed downstairs and out the front door, the hunters all went quiet "Just go about your business ya'll don't want to get in the middle of whatever that is" Bobby said and everyone started talking again.

Upstairs Dean sat defeated on the floor, a rush of wings and Cas was sitting beside him. Dean didn't know what to say that wouldn't hurt him. Pulling Dean up Cas brought Dean into the only private room upstairs, the boys bedroom and laid him on the bed that was untouched. Castiel pulled Dean to his chest. Dean held the angel's hands tight against him. Whispering in his ear "Sleep now" his voice put Dean in a deep sleep. Castiel lay there watching him breath.

TBC