– I mean,
come on! You can’t just break in, middle of the night, expecting me to hit the
road with you!
– You’re
not hearing me Sammy. Dad’s missing, I need you to help me find him.
– Remember
the Poltergeist in Amherst or the Devil’s Gate in Clifton? He was missing there
too. He’s always missing and he’s always fine.
– I can’t
do this alone!
– Yes you
can.
– Yeah,
well I don’t want to.- Dean looked up at Sam, catching him looking away. There
was a minute of silence between them.
– Why now?-
Sam asked, almost whispering.
– Because I
left you by yourself for two years, I wasn’t even contacting you! And I’m sick
of it! Sick of working alone, sick from being apart from you! Why can’t we just
work together, like we used to?
– Because I’m
done hunting, Dean. I wanted to go to college and lead a safe life, away from
trouble.
– Away from
me?
– No, it’s
not like that, you know it!
– Then come
with me this time, please, Sam.- the way he said that… it makes a strange bump
grow in Sam’s throat. He looked down, letting out a sigh and shaking his head.
After all this time, he still couldn’t say no to Dean.
– What was
he hunting?
***
They were in the car for few hours now, talking about everything and anything.
Damn, it was so good to be around each other again, it was so… normal. Dean
was driving, of course, he loved this car more than anything in the world and
he was right to think so. This car have always felt like home for both of them
and it was nice to be home, Sam thought. Suddenly, Dean pulled the car to the
side of the road and stopped.
– Why did
you stopped?
– It’s
late. I think we both could use some sleep now.- Dean said, avoiding Sam’s
eyes.
– Dean, I
know you are lying, tell me what is it.- Sam didn’t left his brother’s face
with his stare. He knew him well, despite what Dean might thought. He took a
deep breath and looked shyly at Sam.
– I wanted
to…- Dean started but didn’t finished. Instead, he moved closer to Sam and
gently place his hand on his brother’s cheek.- I wanted to tell you I missed
you.- He whispered while moving his face even closer.
– Dean, we
can’t…- Sam whined under his breath but he didn’t have a chance to say anything
more- he was stopped by his brother’s lips. They were soft, and hot and just
how he remembered them. Sam eagerly returned the kiss, pouring all his old
feelings into it. He knew it was wrong, he knew it well, but he was overwhelmed,
by Dean’s presence and his scent. He wanted the kiss to least for ever but he
broke their lips apart anyway.
– No, Dean,
we can’t.- Sam said, his voice slightly hoarse.
– Why not?-
Dean whispered still too close to his lips than he should be.
– Because
we are not teenagers anymore.
– I don’t
care, Sammy.- Dean said, a wild flash in his eyes. And then Sam felt a hand on
his crotch. He breath hitched. – See, you still like it, already getting hard
for me, and I haven’t done much, yet.- Sam closed his eyes, defeated and before
he could open them again Dean’s lips were on his neck and his hand started
working slowly at the front of his trousers.
– Dean we
can’t do it now, we’re on the case…- Sam said, trying out his last thought of
stopping Dean’s actions.
– Shhh… We
are always on a case.- Dean whispered into Sam’s neck and his hot breath made
Sam shiver. Sam was so lost in the sensations that he didn’t noticed when Dean
unzipped his trousers and touched him just through a thin layer of underwear.
– Oh god…-
he moaned quietly.
– You like
it Sammy, don’t you? You always did, little brother- Dean stopped nibbling on
Sam’s neck and without any warning moved his face down, towards his brother’s crotch,
kissing his hard outline. Sam couldn’t stop himself, bucking his hips upwards.-
Calm down Sammy, you will get what you want.- Dean smiled into Sam’s skin. He
took Sam’s cock out of his boxers and slowly kissed it, causing Sam to cry out with
pleasure he didn’t felt in a long time. When he finally took his tip into his
mouth, the warm wetness was almost too much, Sam almost forgot how heavenly it
feels. Dean kept sucking him into the heaven being the inside of his mouth,
into tight magnificence. His lower back was tingling making him focus all his
energy not to fuck Dean’s mouth. The highlight of this gorgeous minutes were
the moment when his brother started stroking him and sucked harder, hollowing
his cheeks. Sam was moaning and he didn’t care how loud he was, it felt too
good to think. And then he reached it, he saw oblivion and he knew, he’s going
to go with Dean on that case and maybe few other.
-Dude,
where the hell have you been?!- Sam jumped off the bed when Dean angrily
entered the room.
– I found
the bitch.- Dean snorted and throw his bag on the table with a loud thud. He
took a gun from behind his belt, sat down and started to reload it.
-Who? Dean,
what’s going on??- Sam asked, worried, they were on the case after all and when
Dean was acting like that, it was obvious that some shit was going on. Considering
they were dealing with witches, this couldn’t foreshadow anything good.
– I found
her and I killed her.- he said through clenched teeth.- And there I went to a
bar.
– That’s
good, right? Get this, she was the main witch of the local coven. Getting her
was the best we could do!
– Yeah,
yeah, I know… She was trying to curse or something but I guess she didn’t
managed to. Her friends are still around though.- Dean looked up at his brother
and… kept staring for a while…? He lick his lips subconsciously.
– What?-
Sam asked.
– I… I’d
better go clean the guns.- Dean cleared his throat and quickly left the room.
He was acting weird, Sam thought, however if he doesn’t want to talk about
this, there was no point in trying.
Dean was
out for way longer than just taking guns from the car. Well, he got his life,
isn’t he? Plus, it was Friday evening, he probably went for insights in the
field and met a girl. It was still a weird behavior anyway… Sam was in the
bathroom, shaving, when he heard the front door opening and closing. He stick
his head through the door.
– Dean,
what the fuck are you doing?
– Oh, that’s
you…- Dean acted like a child caught on stealing cookies.
– Of course
it’s me, who did you expected?
– No,
nothing, never mind…- he mumbled. Sam shrugged his shoulders, dejected.- Okay,
she managed to curse me anyway…
– What are
you talking about?? What course?
– I… I don’t
know. – Dean looked down, his face becoming slightly red.
– Of course
you know. You’ve been acting weird since you got back. Come on, you can tell
me.
Well he
could. Technically, he could. But this damn course… it was making him… think
thoughts. Sam was shirtless, only wearing a towel around his hips. It was…
distracting, very distracting.
– Dude,
please, could you wear your damn shirt??
– Yeah,
sure, why…?- Dean walk toward his brother, maybe a little bit too close
– Dude,
witches. Fucking witches, I hate them.- he whispered, looking at Sam, caressing
his face and bare torso with his eyes.- Look what all this is doing to me. I
feel like…- instead of finishing he just brusher a stand of Sam’s hair away
from his forehead.- What will people think of me suddenly blushing in front of
a man like a teenage girl? What would they thing when I looked at you the way I
wanted to look…- they were close, so damn close Dean could feel the warmth
radiating from Sam’s body. – I fucking hate witches for making me wanna kiss
you and… do few more stuff to you.- his eyes dropped to his brother waist and
the line where the towel began, he stroke his skin there. Sam shivered.
– Don’t…-
he whispered weakly.
– Why not?
I want it.- Dean purred. He slowly moved his hand down and lightly stroke his
brother through the tower.- Really, a boner after what I just told you?- Dean
smirk.- And you’re telling me to stop?- He slowly shifted even closer to Sam’s
face. Slowly, too slowly he connected their lips. The kiss was very gentle,
just sweet brushing their lips together, something that was never suppose to
happen. –Why?
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