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Dreams and Nightmares - Chapter Two
Chapter Two
Sam’s POV
Sam finds himself sitting under a large oak tree in a meadow gazing upon his brother. Watching the way Dean approaches him, hips swaying, with a bottle of water in his hand. Dean is wearing a tight, white, wife beater with black running shorts. His body shines with the sheer sweat filming his body.
“Here, Sam. It’s fucking hot out here.” He says with a smile.
“Thanks, Dean.” He says a blush creeps across his face.
“How’s the book?” He asks while he positions himself into a pushup.
Sam swallows at the way the muscles in Dean’s arms flex and contract when he’s in position. Noticing the tight ass through his running shorts, Sam shivers at the sight. He feels his arousal grow within this own shorts, and feels embarrassed for having these weird feelings for his brother.
Dean starts counting while he does his pushup reps ordered by their Dad as he lowers himself towards the earth below him and grunts on the way up. The well-toned muscles hidden beneath the fabric of his shirt make him ache with want, to reach forward and expose them. Sam resists this pull towards his brother the best he can.
Sam glances at the strong limbs holding Dean’s body in position. The slight bow of his legs is prominent in the stance. He observes the bead of sweat that rolls down his brother’s hair, onto his neck, and down his back, pooling on his lower back as the wetness on his shirt grows.
“Sam. Stop staring.” He pushes out with a labored breath.
“Dean.” He breathes out, embarrassed at the feelings pulsing in his body. He feels the want, the need, the urge to tackle his brother right there and do things he never thought he would want to explore in the first place.
“Sam?” He can hear his name being called, but it’s too muffled for him to understand it.
“Sam! Wake up dude.” Dean yells into the room.
Sam jumps out of bed and lands on the floor with a bang. “Oomph.” He looks around and notices the way
Dean leans against the doorway of the bathroom; a mischievousness grin on his face.
“It’s about damn time.”
“Sorry. I’m up now.”
Shit. It all comes flooding back and suddenly he feels shy around his brother. His cheeks are burning red. He just had a dream, a weird dream, about his brother. Sam takes a quick peek up through his lashes and notices that Dean is wearing a white wife beater and jeans. The tight denim that are worn and fitted on his brother’s body. The jeans only highlight taut muscles and bow legs that could easily wrap around strong hips.
Fuck! He can’t believe he’s thinking about his brother like this. Though he smiles to himself, knowing it’s going to be a long summer fantasizing about his older, attractive brother. He is screwed.
~*~*~
Once the Winchesters are packed up, they leave behind Seattle and head towards the East Coast, all the way to Salem, Massachusetts. A three-thousand-mile drive across country with his brother and father for a hunt, possibly a witch hunt, given the location they are heading to.
About four hours into the drive, the simple sounds of the car, a soft hum from Dean, and the quietness of AC/DC runs through the speaker’s that lolls Sam to sleep.
Sam and Dean are in their stinky motel room. There are two double beds with a red and brown comforter, frayed at the edges. The walls are a deep scarlet while the floor is a musty brown color with multiple stains coating the ground behind his feet. Cobwebs hang from the ceiling and dust covering every surface he can see.
“Achoo.”
Sam hears Dean sneeze once his duffel bag lands on the bed. This is the worst place they have been to in quite some time. He turns around and takes in Dean’s appearance. Dean seats on the edge of the bed, elbows upon his knees, and a tissue across his nose. His eyes are red and swollen from the amount of dust within the room.
Sam heads towards the sink and wets some paper towels to wipe the surfaces in the room; the end tables, the main table, and counter in the small kitchenette. He heads towards his duffel and looks to see if they have any Benadryl to help ease his brothers’ symptoms. He inwardly shouts his appreciation for finding the white bottle of pills. Sam shakes two out, fills a glass of water, and takes it to Dean.
Kneeling in front of his brother, Sam waits until Dean looks down at Sam with a questioning expression on his face.
“Sam?”
“Here, Dean. These will help with your sneezing.” He states calmly, handing Dean the pills and water.
Dean tosses them into his mouth and gulps down the water in no time. Sam reaches to take the glass back from Dean who seems to be locked in position and can’t move. Sam in turn is ogling Dean with wide hazel eyes and out of nowhere he feels this need to move closer to his brother. Without knowing what was happening, Sam leans towards Dean and their lips meet in a simple press of skin on skin.
Sam feels this surge of love and passion radiate through his body. He drops the glass and his hands wrap around Dean’s neck, pulling Dean closer. Sam tentatively opens his mouth and can feel Dean doing the same. The brush of his tongue on Sam’s ignites a fire within Sam, who pushes forward, making Dean, squeak in surprise until he is laying on top of his brother, kissing him hard and hungry. Sam pushed his tongue into his brother’s mouth, licks across his palate, to map out his brother’s mouth; soaking up Dean’s taste and scent. Sam can feel the strong pressure of Dean’s tongue on his, dueling for dominance. He takes advantage of his position, presses his body flush with Dean’s; feeling his rapid beating heart against his chest even with all the layers of clothing. Sam smiles from ear to ear hearing the moan he pulls from his brother’s plump lips’.
“Sam.”
He can hear his name being called and feels a hand on his shoulder, shakes him hard.
“Sam. Wake up dude. We’re here.” Dean says with a mischievous grin.
Sam blinks quickly, as his eyes adjust to the sunlight. He turns to face Dean and gasps at the sight. Bright green eyes sparkle in the sunlight and there’s a slight redness color to his brothers’ face.
Sam sits up and rubs his hand against his face. He shakes his head and takes a few deep breathes to calm his erratic heartbeat. Peering at his brother, Sam feels a blush spread across his face. He can’t believe he had another goddamn dream about his older brother. Sam smiles at the thought. It must be some stupid crush that he can’t shake it off. It’s surprising, really, why he has this attraction to his closed-off brother. Dean is a man that keeps a close guard on his emotions, or ever shows that he wants something for himself. There has to be a reason, because it’s starting to freak him out to have these dreams about Dean!
“Sam?” Dean asks with concern.
He must have fallen silent. Sam gathers himself before looking up at Dean with honest eyes and a slight nod of acknowledgement. Adjusting himself in his seat and he realizes with a blush that his pants are tenting. Fuck! Seriously. Okay, calm down, and breathe.
“I’m fine. Let’s go eat - I’m starving.” He needs to make himself feel and act ‘normal’ around his brother.
Sam opens the door and rolls out, slams it shut behind him. He quickly slides his hand down to his groin and presses his palm firmly against himself, to relieve the ache in his balls.
Embarrassment washes over him and he follows behind Dean into the diner where their father is waiting for them.
~*~*~
“Why’d it take you boys so long to get here?” John’s already irritated, but before Sam can say anything, Dean responds.
“What’s the matter, old man? In a hurry?” Dean’s reply is pure sarcasm and he adds his fashionable eye-roll.
“Sit down, Dean. This is serious. We’re here for a hunt. Can you stay focused?” John berates his eldest.
“Yes, sir! I’m focused.” Dean groans, but complies on the spot.
Sam clenches his jaw, eyes tighten at the way Dean obeys without question and accepts the treatment as normal for a father and son relationship. Despite his heavy sigh, Sam gets more curious about this case because his Dad seems to be all over it and makes sure they are in tip-top shape to deal with this unknown creature.
“Hey, Dad, can you tell us about this hunt?” Sam questions his father.
It’s quiet and Sam feels the tension build among them. They’re all anxious about what the hunt is all about, and nervous as hell at what they are possibly up against.
“Some people are having these dreams - nightmares – that get switched with loved ones and then they act them out. In all cases, some shredded red and black skin is left next to the victims. The reports state that the skin is textured like a bat. So we’re dealing with some form of winged creature with red and black skin.”
It takes a few minutes before Sam can form a question to learn more about the case before they get down in dealing with said creature.
“How is the creature using these nightmares against people, Dad?”
His Dad takes a large swig of his drink and leans forwards across the table, apparently willing to share the rest of his information. Sam can feel the stillness of Dean’s body at the movement, as if it’s his fault they’re on this case to begin with. Sam’s glancing at Dean. Watching Dean sit there with his head up, eyes roaming the place, muscles clenching and contracting, waiting for the order, the demand, the harsh bark, from his earlier, sarcastic reply. It’s not Dean’s fault, it’s the creatures, and their Dad’s obsession with finding the thing that killed Mom.
Sam nudges Dean’s foot slightly, adding a knowing glare. Dean needs to focus and pay attention for what’s to come next, not think about how this is his fault. Dean nods slightly and looks back down at his plate. He raises his gaze to their father as John begins to speak.
“Sam, I have no idea how this creature is using people’s nightmares against them and making them kill. We need to research further; which means we will need to get ahold of the skin. Though I’m not even sure that will get us very far. I’ve never heard of a creature like this before, so we will need to work as a team on this case. Can you boys handle that?”
“Yes, sir!” Dean complies quickly without thought.
Sam is to slow in answering. Too slow for his father, as John is demanding, “Can you, Sam?”
“Yes, sir! I can handle it. Even the research.” Sam watches the pleased and proud expression on his Dad’s face. A quick glance shows, Dean’s is cold and hurt without even knowing it. Sam’s gut clenches, as he receives the praise while Dean’s is just expected, regardless of how he would respond. Sam wishes he could do something to help and reassure his brother.
They finish up at the diner and head towards their respective vehicles. Their Dad takes off down the road in a rush to get to the other side of the country. Sam shakes his head in amusement and chuckles to himself. Clearly their father is still pissed by the take down and for them to be late to the diner. Normally he’d be mad at his Dad for taking off, but now he feels proud that he trusts them enough to go, after everything that happened.
Dean punches Sam in the arm. Eyes green as emeralds in the bright sunlight on the horizon. Sam hits Dean back with a grin of excitement in their new adventure.
A slight nod of his head and Dean pulls out of the parking lot. They’ve got a long ride a head of them.
Dean pulls into a motel at midnight and gets a room. Though Dean looks pissed off as he returns to the car. He tosses Sam the room key and after glancing at the number, Sam leads them to their room. Where he stops and gasps at the sight. One twin bed with a brown, lumpy pull-out couch. Couches fucking suck, but before Sam can get a word out Dean speaks.
“Take the bed, Sasquatch. I’ll take the couch.”
“Dean? You sure?”
Dean wouldn’t normally just offer up the bed. Sam has to wonder if Dean has other thoughts about the situation.
“Sam. Take the bed.” His cuts off and there will be no further discussion.
Sam doesn’t need to be told twice. And then, being the pain in the ass little brother he is, he races into the bathroom before his brother, and takes a long heated shower to ease the ache in his muscles from sitting in the car for so long. Dean hates to stop for long periods of time; only long enough to take care of ‘baby’ and grab some food for the road.
He lets the hot water beat down until he feels the muscles loosening up. It feels wonderful as his body relaxes, Sam gets lost in his thoughts. His thoughts are of Dean and his bright, green eyes that are his answer to his soul.
Sam opens their motel room and encourages Dean to enter first. Sam supports him with a hand on his lower back, slightly pushing him forward into the dark room. Once they are inside, Sam uses his foot to close the door behind them, as if they are hiding some secret, they don’t want a single soul to know about it.
The next moment he has his brother pushed up against the door and breathing harsh at the effort of keeping Dean pressed tight on the wooden door. Dean tries to catch his breath at being manhandled by his little brother.
And it’s less than a heartbeat before Sam’s mouth is covering Dean’s, not wasting time or allowing his brother a pause to change what is happening in this moment. It’s a pulse deep within his soul that he needs to release, and he hopes that Dean understands and has the same pulse vibrating in his body.
The kiss is hard, furious, and possessive. Sam’s need and want overpower the fact that Dean has responded to the kiss and pushes his tongue between plump lips. Maybe they’ve both been too scared to express and share the knowledge with each other. But now they’ve lost the fight, they get lost in the overpowering sensations, the lust, and the excitement of making the moment last. The sound of a guttural moan escapes Dean’s mouth into his sends shivers so powerful that they rack his body; he is on the edge for more.
Sam takes that as a good sign and kisses along Dean’s strong, angular jawline. The sounds and moans he pulls from his brother are music to his ears. A sound he was looking for but never let himself find. Having Dean up against the door gives him the strength to lift his brother up, his hands firmly under his ass. A hard, firm ass that belongs solely to Sam and no one else. Dean lets out a squeal and Sam grins wide at his brother sounding like a girl. He knows Dean will deny it later, but Sam will remind him every second he can since Dean always calls him the girl.
Dean wraps his strong, bow legs tight around Sam’s waist, his erection pressed against Sam’s stomach. The feeling of Dean hard within his tight jeans makes Sam’s cock twitch at the promise for more, a lot more than he ever bargained for.
Sam takes a risk and carries Dean towards the closest bed. Dean tenses within his arms and once Sam drops him on the bed Dean lets out a giggle - a giggle of all things – and sits with this ridiculous grin on his face. Heat forms on his cheeks, his neck, and his chest, the redness of being both embarrassed and turned on by his little brother. It’s something Dean never will admit to but seems to content to explore together.
Sam crawls up Dean’s figure, spreads his brother’s legs, as he slides into place between them, on top of his extremely hot body. A smile forms on his lips while Dean gazes at him with anticipation of what is to come. He places his right palm over Dean’s heart and can feel the rapid, erratic pulse against his flesh.
The ache within his jeans threaten to cut off his circulation and he distracts himself by leaning towards Dean’s face. Surprised, Dean moves his head up towards Sam, and they meet half way for a chaste kiss to become heated.
Sam edges his tongue into Dean’s mouth and the initial soft press of muscles against one another changes fast. The duel for dominance kicks into gear and an escaped moan brushes up against his lips. Fuck! Sam never thought he could get any harder, but his cock was sure pleased with Dean’s sounds.
It pushes him forward and he gets to his awaited prize in his brother’s faded blue jeans. Feeling spurred on, Sam kisses along Dean’s stubbly jawline and feels his brother’s cock twitch against his hip. He has a grin on his face, a warmth spreads across his body at his brother’s reactions. Reactions he wrings from his brother’s body. His big brother.
Sam sucks at a creamy white ear lobe and elicits both a gasp of pure ecstasy and the buck of Dean’s hips towards his aching groin. Sam scrapes his teeth against the sensitive spot of Dean’s ear lope, as Sam trails down Dean’s chest and kisses along Dean’s collarbone and between his pecs. On his way past he casually flicks his index finger against a hard nub, the moans escape Dean’s mouth turns him on even more, how was that even possible? The thought that he is able to make Dean feel good and loved is the most important thing he wants for them.
“Sam…” He says out of breath.
“I got you, Dean. It’s going to be okay. Let me take care of you.” Sam tells Dean with a smile on his face as he continues his journey down Dean’s body, placing chaste kisses along his brother’s torso.
One kiss towards Dean’s belly button and Dean jerks up and bucks his hips up against Sam’s chest. Sam grins into the spot and dips his tongue into the hollow, and sucking up with a pop.
“Fuck, Sam. Stop teasing.” He moans.
“I’m getting there.” Sam chuckles to himself at how turned on Dean is, and how much he is turned on by having his older brother underneath him.
Sam pulls back Dean’s boxers in a slow motion while his brother hisses at him. Dean’s cock springs free and pre-come is already leaking heavily. Sam gently wraps his large palm around the thick dick of his brother and licks at the head, collecting the stream of pre-come. Dean arches on the bed, head thrown back in pure ecstasy, and the slight pressure of his hips meeting Sam’s forearm laying below his belly button.
Sam sucks in the head and lowers his mouth on Dean’s throbbing cock, feeling the thick vein rub against his tongue. It overwhelms him, the taste and the smell of his brother’s musk makes him suck Dean’s cock harder.
“SAM! Fuck!” Dean screams.
Somehow Dean is looking at him with his lust blown eyes, cheeks feverish and flushed with embarrassment. His plump lips form an ‘O’ at being satisfied and a blush promenaded his cheekbones.
Their gazes lock and it takes a moment for Sam to realize his brother’s seed just shot in his mouth. The warm sweet and salty taste floods his mouth and he swallows it down like he hit the jackpot.
“Shit!” Sam screams as cold water starts to beat down his over sensitive body. He shot his load against the shower wall and turns around to face the spray to clean the mess off before jumping out of the freezing shower. Sam was so lost in his thoughts he ran through the hot water – and Dean is going to be pissed. But he was more worried about the dreams than Dean - they are getting ridiculously hot and intense. He doesn’t know what to think of them, of what they even mean in the long run.
Sam loves his brother with all his heart, in a brotherly way that is. But this…this is in a romantic fashion: it’s wrong and sick. Incest. It doesn’t happen – shouldn’t happen - but then again, their family has never been like other families or brothers.
He knew his relationship with Dean was different, closer than most brothers would ever be. But he’s never thought of Dean, romantically, not before these dreams. And now Sam swallows hard and covers his mouth; and at the same time can’t help wondering what Dean would think of them, or them as a couple. Probably never in a million years.
“Sam. Are you okay? Your food is getting cold.” Dean yells through the door.
“Yeah Dean. I’m fine.” Sam yells back.
They eat their dinner on the small table in the room; the silence is over bearing. The concerned glances Dean, keeps giving him make him feel overwhelmed, nervous but, better yet, make him think more into the looks from Dean.
“Sam, are you sure you’re okay? You seem on edge.” Dean says, tilting his head and staring at Sam.
Heat rises up his face, and turning away Sam looks towards the window, “Yeah, Dean. I’m fine. Tired.” Sam tells his brother, trying to get him off the subject.
Sam gets up and throws the rest of his meal away and climbs into bed. Dean follows right behind him and gets into his own bed on the couch, not even bothering to open it up.
Chapter Three
Sam’s POV
Sam finds himself sitting under a large oak tree in a meadow gazing upon his brother. Watching the way Dean approaches him, hips swaying, with a bottle of water in his hand. Dean is wearing a tight, white, wife beater with black running shorts. His body shines with the sheer sweat filming his body.
“Here, Sam. It’s fucking hot out here.” He says with a smile.
“Thanks, Dean.” He says a blush creeps across his face.
“How’s the book?” He asks while he positions himself into a pushup.
Sam swallows at the way the muscles in Dean’s arms flex and contract when he’s in position. Noticing the tight ass through his running shorts, Sam shivers at the sight. He feels his arousal grow within this own shorts, and feels embarrassed for having these weird feelings for his brother.
Dean starts counting while he does his pushup reps ordered by their Dad as he lowers himself towards the earth below him and grunts on the way up. The well-toned muscles hidden beneath the fabric of his shirt make him ache with want, to reach forward and expose them. Sam resists this pull towards his brother the best he can.
Sam glances at the strong limbs holding Dean’s body in position. The slight bow of his legs is prominent in the stance. He observes the bead of sweat that rolls down his brother’s hair, onto his neck, and down his back, pooling on his lower back as the wetness on his shirt grows.
“Sam. Stop staring.” He pushes out with a labored breath.
“Dean.” He breathes out, embarrassed at the feelings pulsing in his body. He feels the want, the need, the urge to tackle his brother right there and do things he never thought he would want to explore in the first place.
“Sam?” He can hear his name being called, but it’s too muffled for him to understand it.
“Sam! Wake up dude.” Dean yells into the room.
Sam jumps out of bed and lands on the floor with a bang. “Oomph.” He looks around and notices the way
Dean leans against the doorway of the bathroom; a mischievousness grin on his face.
“It’s about damn time.”
“Sorry. I’m up now.”
Shit. It all comes flooding back and suddenly he feels shy around his brother. His cheeks are burning red. He just had a dream, a weird dream, about his brother. Sam takes a quick peek up through his lashes and notices that Dean is wearing a white wife beater and jeans. The tight denim that are worn and fitted on his brother’s body. The jeans only highlight taut muscles and bow legs that could easily wrap around strong hips.
Fuck! He can’t believe he’s thinking about his brother like this. Though he smiles to himself, knowing it’s going to be a long summer fantasizing about his older, attractive brother. He is screwed.
~*~*~
Once the Winchesters are packed up, they leave behind Seattle and head towards the East Coast, all the way to Salem, Massachusetts. A three-thousand-mile drive across country with his brother and father for a hunt, possibly a witch hunt, given the location they are heading to.
About four hours into the drive, the simple sounds of the car, a soft hum from Dean, and the quietness of AC/DC runs through the speaker’s that lolls Sam to sleep.
Sam and Dean are in their stinky motel room. There are two double beds with a red and brown comforter, frayed at the edges. The walls are a deep scarlet while the floor is a musty brown color with multiple stains coating the ground behind his feet. Cobwebs hang from the ceiling and dust covering every surface he can see.
“Achoo.”
Sam hears Dean sneeze once his duffel bag lands on the bed. This is the worst place they have been to in quite some time. He turns around and takes in Dean’s appearance. Dean seats on the edge of the bed, elbows upon his knees, and a tissue across his nose. His eyes are red and swollen from the amount of dust within the room.
Sam heads towards the sink and wets some paper towels to wipe the surfaces in the room; the end tables, the main table, and counter in the small kitchenette. He heads towards his duffel and looks to see if they have any Benadryl to help ease his brothers’ symptoms. He inwardly shouts his appreciation for finding the white bottle of pills. Sam shakes two out, fills a glass of water, and takes it to Dean.
Kneeling in front of his brother, Sam waits until Dean looks down at Sam with a questioning expression on his face.
“Sam?”
“Here, Dean. These will help with your sneezing.” He states calmly, handing Dean the pills and water.
Dean tosses them into his mouth and gulps down the water in no time. Sam reaches to take the glass back from Dean who seems to be locked in position and can’t move. Sam in turn is ogling Dean with wide hazel eyes and out of nowhere he feels this need to move closer to his brother. Without knowing what was happening, Sam leans towards Dean and their lips meet in a simple press of skin on skin.
Sam feels this surge of love and passion radiate through his body. He drops the glass and his hands wrap around Dean’s neck, pulling Dean closer. Sam tentatively opens his mouth and can feel Dean doing the same. The brush of his tongue on Sam’s ignites a fire within Sam, who pushes forward, making Dean, squeak in surprise until he is laying on top of his brother, kissing him hard and hungry. Sam pushed his tongue into his brother’s mouth, licks across his palate, to map out his brother’s mouth; soaking up Dean’s taste and scent. Sam can feel the strong pressure of Dean’s tongue on his, dueling for dominance. He takes advantage of his position, presses his body flush with Dean’s; feeling his rapid beating heart against his chest even with all the layers of clothing. Sam smiles from ear to ear hearing the moan he pulls from his brother’s plump lips’.
“Sam.”
He can hear his name being called and feels a hand on his shoulder, shakes him hard.
“Sam. Wake up dude. We’re here.” Dean says with a mischievous grin.
Sam blinks quickly, as his eyes adjust to the sunlight. He turns to face Dean and gasps at the sight. Bright green eyes sparkle in the sunlight and there’s a slight redness color to his brothers’ face.
Sam sits up and rubs his hand against his face. He shakes his head and takes a few deep breathes to calm his erratic heartbeat. Peering at his brother, Sam feels a blush spread across his face. He can’t believe he had another goddamn dream about his older brother. Sam smiles at the thought. It must be some stupid crush that he can’t shake it off. It’s surprising, really, why he has this attraction to his closed-off brother. Dean is a man that keeps a close guard on his emotions, or ever shows that he wants something for himself. There has to be a reason, because it’s starting to freak him out to have these dreams about Dean!
“Sam?” Dean asks with concern.
He must have fallen silent. Sam gathers himself before looking up at Dean with honest eyes and a slight nod of acknowledgement. Adjusting himself in his seat and he realizes with a blush that his pants are tenting. Fuck! Seriously. Okay, calm down, and breathe.
“I’m fine. Let’s go eat - I’m starving.” He needs to make himself feel and act ‘normal’ around his brother.
Sam opens the door and rolls out, slams it shut behind him. He quickly slides his hand down to his groin and presses his palm firmly against himself, to relieve the ache in his balls.
Embarrassment washes over him and he follows behind Dean into the diner where their father is waiting for them.
~*~*~
“Why’d it take you boys so long to get here?” John’s already irritated, but before Sam can say anything, Dean responds.
“What’s the matter, old man? In a hurry?” Dean’s reply is pure sarcasm and he adds his fashionable eye-roll.
“Sit down, Dean. This is serious. We’re here for a hunt. Can you stay focused?” John berates his eldest.
“Yes, sir! I’m focused.” Dean groans, but complies on the spot.
Sam clenches his jaw, eyes tighten at the way Dean obeys without question and accepts the treatment as normal for a father and son relationship. Despite his heavy sigh, Sam gets more curious about this case because his Dad seems to be all over it and makes sure they are in tip-top shape to deal with this unknown creature.
“Hey, Dad, can you tell us about this hunt?” Sam questions his father.
It’s quiet and Sam feels the tension build among them. They’re all anxious about what the hunt is all about, and nervous as hell at what they are possibly up against.
“Some people are having these dreams - nightmares – that get switched with loved ones and then they act them out. In all cases, some shredded red and black skin is left next to the victims. The reports state that the skin is textured like a bat. So we’re dealing with some form of winged creature with red and black skin.”
It takes a few minutes before Sam can form a question to learn more about the case before they get down in dealing with said creature.
“How is the creature using these nightmares against people, Dad?”
His Dad takes a large swig of his drink and leans forwards across the table, apparently willing to share the rest of his information. Sam can feel the stillness of Dean’s body at the movement, as if it’s his fault they’re on this case to begin with. Sam’s glancing at Dean. Watching Dean sit there with his head up, eyes roaming the place, muscles clenching and contracting, waiting for the order, the demand, the harsh bark, from his earlier, sarcastic reply. It’s not Dean’s fault, it’s the creatures, and their Dad’s obsession with finding the thing that killed Mom.
Sam nudges Dean’s foot slightly, adding a knowing glare. Dean needs to focus and pay attention for what’s to come next, not think about how this is his fault. Dean nods slightly and looks back down at his plate. He raises his gaze to their father as John begins to speak.
“Sam, I have no idea how this creature is using people’s nightmares against them and making them kill. We need to research further; which means we will need to get ahold of the skin. Though I’m not even sure that will get us very far. I’ve never heard of a creature like this before, so we will need to work as a team on this case. Can you boys handle that?”
“Yes, sir!” Dean complies quickly without thought.
Sam is to slow in answering. Too slow for his father, as John is demanding, “Can you, Sam?”
“Yes, sir! I can handle it. Even the research.” Sam watches the pleased and proud expression on his Dad’s face. A quick glance shows, Dean’s is cold and hurt without even knowing it. Sam’s gut clenches, as he receives the praise while Dean’s is just expected, regardless of how he would respond. Sam wishes he could do something to help and reassure his brother.
They finish up at the diner and head towards their respective vehicles. Their Dad takes off down the road in a rush to get to the other side of the country. Sam shakes his head in amusement and chuckles to himself. Clearly their father is still pissed by the take down and for them to be late to the diner. Normally he’d be mad at his Dad for taking off, but now he feels proud that he trusts them enough to go, after everything that happened.
Dean punches Sam in the arm. Eyes green as emeralds in the bright sunlight on the horizon. Sam hits Dean back with a grin of excitement in their new adventure.
A slight nod of his head and Dean pulls out of the parking lot. They’ve got a long ride a head of them.
Dean pulls into a motel at midnight and gets a room. Though Dean looks pissed off as he returns to the car. He tosses Sam the room key and after glancing at the number, Sam leads them to their room. Where he stops and gasps at the sight. One twin bed with a brown, lumpy pull-out couch. Couches fucking suck, but before Sam can get a word out Dean speaks.
“Take the bed, Sasquatch. I’ll take the couch.”
“Dean? You sure?”
Dean wouldn’t normally just offer up the bed. Sam has to wonder if Dean has other thoughts about the situation.
“Sam. Take the bed.” His cuts off and there will be no further discussion.
Sam doesn’t need to be told twice. And then, being the pain in the ass little brother he is, he races into the bathroom before his brother, and takes a long heated shower to ease the ache in his muscles from sitting in the car for so long. Dean hates to stop for long periods of time; only long enough to take care of ‘baby’ and grab some food for the road.
He lets the hot water beat down until he feels the muscles loosening up. It feels wonderful as his body relaxes, Sam gets lost in his thoughts. His thoughts are of Dean and his bright, green eyes that are his answer to his soul.
Sam opens their motel room and encourages Dean to enter first. Sam supports him with a hand on his lower back, slightly pushing him forward into the dark room. Once they are inside, Sam uses his foot to close the door behind them, as if they are hiding some secret, they don’t want a single soul to know about it.
The next moment he has his brother pushed up against the door and breathing harsh at the effort of keeping Dean pressed tight on the wooden door. Dean tries to catch his breath at being manhandled by his little brother.
And it’s less than a heartbeat before Sam’s mouth is covering Dean’s, not wasting time or allowing his brother a pause to change what is happening in this moment. It’s a pulse deep within his soul that he needs to release, and he hopes that Dean understands and has the same pulse vibrating in his body.
The kiss is hard, furious, and possessive. Sam’s need and want overpower the fact that Dean has responded to the kiss and pushes his tongue between plump lips. Maybe they’ve both been too scared to express and share the knowledge with each other. But now they’ve lost the fight, they get lost in the overpowering sensations, the lust, and the excitement of making the moment last. The sound of a guttural moan escapes Dean’s mouth into his sends shivers so powerful that they rack his body; he is on the edge for more.
Sam takes that as a good sign and kisses along Dean’s strong, angular jawline. The sounds and moans he pulls from his brother are music to his ears. A sound he was looking for but never let himself find. Having Dean up against the door gives him the strength to lift his brother up, his hands firmly under his ass. A hard, firm ass that belongs solely to Sam and no one else. Dean lets out a squeal and Sam grins wide at his brother sounding like a girl. He knows Dean will deny it later, but Sam will remind him every second he can since Dean always calls him the girl.
Dean wraps his strong, bow legs tight around Sam’s waist, his erection pressed against Sam’s stomach. The feeling of Dean hard within his tight jeans makes Sam’s cock twitch at the promise for more, a lot more than he ever bargained for.
Sam takes a risk and carries Dean towards the closest bed. Dean tenses within his arms and once Sam drops him on the bed Dean lets out a giggle - a giggle of all things – and sits with this ridiculous grin on his face. Heat forms on his cheeks, his neck, and his chest, the redness of being both embarrassed and turned on by his little brother. It’s something Dean never will admit to but seems to content to explore together.
Sam crawls up Dean’s figure, spreads his brother’s legs, as he slides into place between them, on top of his extremely hot body. A smile forms on his lips while Dean gazes at him with anticipation of what is to come. He places his right palm over Dean’s heart and can feel the rapid, erratic pulse against his flesh.
The ache within his jeans threaten to cut off his circulation and he distracts himself by leaning towards Dean’s face. Surprised, Dean moves his head up towards Sam, and they meet half way for a chaste kiss to become heated.
Sam edges his tongue into Dean’s mouth and the initial soft press of muscles against one another changes fast. The duel for dominance kicks into gear and an escaped moan brushes up against his lips. Fuck! Sam never thought he could get any harder, but his cock was sure pleased with Dean’s sounds.
It pushes him forward and he gets to his awaited prize in his brother’s faded blue jeans. Feeling spurred on, Sam kisses along Dean’s stubbly jawline and feels his brother’s cock twitch against his hip. He has a grin on his face, a warmth spreads across his body at his brother’s reactions. Reactions he wrings from his brother’s body. His big brother.
Sam sucks at a creamy white ear lobe and elicits both a gasp of pure ecstasy and the buck of Dean’s hips towards his aching groin. Sam scrapes his teeth against the sensitive spot of Dean’s ear lope, as Sam trails down Dean’s chest and kisses along Dean’s collarbone and between his pecs. On his way past he casually flicks his index finger against a hard nub, the moans escape Dean’s mouth turns him on even more, how was that even possible? The thought that he is able to make Dean feel good and loved is the most important thing he wants for them.
“Sam…” He says out of breath.
“I got you, Dean. It’s going to be okay. Let me take care of you.” Sam tells Dean with a smile on his face as he continues his journey down Dean’s body, placing chaste kisses along his brother’s torso.
One kiss towards Dean’s belly button and Dean jerks up and bucks his hips up against Sam’s chest. Sam grins into the spot and dips his tongue into the hollow, and sucking up with a pop.
“Fuck, Sam. Stop teasing.” He moans.
“I’m getting there.” Sam chuckles to himself at how turned on Dean is, and how much he is turned on by having his older brother underneath him.
Sam pulls back Dean’s boxers in a slow motion while his brother hisses at him. Dean’s cock springs free and pre-come is already leaking heavily. Sam gently wraps his large palm around the thick dick of his brother and licks at the head, collecting the stream of pre-come. Dean arches on the bed, head thrown back in pure ecstasy, and the slight pressure of his hips meeting Sam’s forearm laying below his belly button.
Sam sucks in the head and lowers his mouth on Dean’s throbbing cock, feeling the thick vein rub against his tongue. It overwhelms him, the taste and the smell of his brother’s musk makes him suck Dean’s cock harder.
“SAM! Fuck!” Dean screams.
Somehow Dean is looking at him with his lust blown eyes, cheeks feverish and flushed with embarrassment. His plump lips form an ‘O’ at being satisfied and a blush promenaded his cheekbones.
Their gazes lock and it takes a moment for Sam to realize his brother’s seed just shot in his mouth. The warm sweet and salty taste floods his mouth and he swallows it down like he hit the jackpot.
“Shit!” Sam screams as cold water starts to beat down his over sensitive body. He shot his load against the shower wall and turns around to face the spray to clean the mess off before jumping out of the freezing shower. Sam was so lost in his thoughts he ran through the hot water – and Dean is going to be pissed. But he was more worried about the dreams than Dean - they are getting ridiculously hot and intense. He doesn’t know what to think of them, of what they even mean in the long run.
Sam loves his brother with all his heart, in a brotherly way that is. But this…this is in a romantic fashion: it’s wrong and sick. Incest. It doesn’t happen – shouldn’t happen - but then again, their family has never been like other families or brothers.
He knew his relationship with Dean was different, closer than most brothers would ever be. But he’s never thought of Dean, romantically, not before these dreams. And now Sam swallows hard and covers his mouth; and at the same time can’t help wondering what Dean would think of them, or them as a couple. Probably never in a million years.
“Sam. Are you okay? Your food is getting cold.” Dean yells through the door.
“Yeah Dean. I’m fine.” Sam yells back.
They eat their dinner on the small table in the room; the silence is over bearing. The concerned glances Dean, keeps giving him make him feel overwhelmed, nervous but, better yet, make him think more into the looks from Dean.
“Sam, are you sure you’re okay? You seem on edge.” Dean says, tilting his head and staring at Sam.
Heat rises up his face, and turning away Sam looks towards the window, “Yeah, Dean. I’m fine. Tired.” Sam tells his brother, trying to get him off the subject.
Sam gets up and throws the rest of his meal away and climbs into bed. Dean follows right behind him and gets into his own bed on the couch, not even bothering to open it up.
Chapter Three