Dreams and Nightmares - Chapter Three
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yonkyuChapter Three
Dean’s POV
Dean wakes up early and makes coffee. As it brews, an aroma like burnt rubber fills the air. He smiles wide as the smell reminds him of baby peeling down the highway. He hopes it doesn’t wake his brother up.
He observes Sam’s struggles under the sheets in his sleep, body in motion: Dean is a light sleeper and throughout the night the constant tossing, turning, and rustling from the bed make him wonder what Sam is dreaming about.
He hopes it’s good because he has no idea what could be causing him to mutter under his breath.
Sam is on summer vacation, and until this hunt he had his nose stuck in a book all the time. The only time he puts it down is to eat, sleep, and use the john.
Dean retrieves his coffee and sits down. His back against the armrest and his long legs stretched out in front of him. He takes in his brother’s features while he sleeps. Sam has finally found a comfortable position to sleep in, on his back with his right leg bent up and his other leg, stretched out towards the end of the bed with his arms up towards the headboard like goal posts.
Strangely, he now seems to be relaxed after a horrible night’s sleep. Dean hates to wake him up, but they need to get back on the road; they’re meeting their Dad at the diner for dinner.
Dean wrinkles his eyebrows and stares straight through his brother, who is at the end of the couch, leaning against the armrest with a small smile on his face.
“Dean?” Sam whispers.
He jumps at the sound and shakes his head before looking up at Sam. Dean gasps at the sight of his brother. Sam is soaked in his own sweat and his pajama bottoms hang low off his slender hips, his hip bones can be seen clear as day. His hair is soaking wet at the tips, and his face is all feverish. Sam looks like he got hit by a truck.
“Sam? Are you okay? You look like shit?” He asks clutching his amulet.
“Yeah, Dean. I’m fine, bad dream. Well, a crazy dream. He felt so real.” He tells Dean, rubbing his neck.
“Jump in the shower, Sam. It was only a dream. Then we’ll head out.” He tells him.
Sam nods and heads to the shower. Dean waits to hear the water be turned on before he starts to gather their belongings up and take them to the car.
Dean hopes Sam is feeling okay. It’s very unlike him to be having bad dreams. The last time he had one was when he was a little kid and asked where their daddy was. He wonders what sort of dreams his brother could be having that cause him to become drenched in his sleep. He hoped Sam wasn’t coming down with something. It would make this hunt worse for him if he was sick. Even though he felt guilty about it, Dean couldn’t wait to hear more about this creature they are hunting. He hopes the hunt will be a quick job so Sam can get back to his holidays and feeling better.
~*~*~
Sam is leaning against the car with his right foot resting on the door, book in hand. Dean smiles to himself, pleased that Sam cleaned himself up: softened features, grin wide, and eyes shining brightly in the sunlight. The shower obviously helped ease his muscles and help him to recollect himself. Though, he grits his teeth when he realizes where Sam placed his foot, on his baby, like a goddamn stool.
It’s raining outside and the thick, dark clouds roll above them as they drive down the interstate. The steady beat of the rain against the windshield washes over Dean’s body and calms him down from the dizziness he felt in the motel room. He hasn’t seen Sam like that in years. Dean is out of his element and the ability to read Sam’s expressions and body language. Dean knows his brother isn’t a little kid anymore, but he will always be worried about him whether Sam likes it or not. It’s in his blood and personality makeup, and it can’t be shut off.
He loves his brother too much to let anything happen to him.
Dean pulls over at a small run-down diner for lunch. They need to stretch and refuel before continuing. Hopefully, the rain will let up and Sam puts the damn book down so they can talk about this creature. All he can hear is the pitter-patter against the window and the slow, easy breathing from Sam. All he has done since getting in the car is read that damn book.
~*~*~
They’re on the road again and Sam is sleeping with his head on Dean’s shoulder. The rain stopped a short time ago and the sun is now shining brightly against the horizon. It’s not often that Dean has the quiet space to look around him. The constant lines of flourished green blossoms of the trees move past him before he can really see them. Dean can see birds flying around and diving in and out of the flourished green trees. As he watches a bird swoop down, landing on the bush, pecking at the red berries, and making a meal of it.
The simple, peacefulness within the car was relaxing. And it was better with Sam. It has been a while since he and Sam spent quality time with each other. Dean was always encouraging Sam to do well in school and make something of himself, so he could hope for a better life, something better than the family business. Dean knew damn well, whether or not he liked it that this was his life. All he wanted to do was make sure his little pain in the ass brother was safe and happy doing what he wanted to do, not what he was told to do by their hard ass of a father.
Dean turns the radio on low to let Sam continue to relax and sleep until their next stop, hoping it would be the diner in Salem. He hasn’t driven too much further when he realizes he has to pull over at the next gas station, to fill up and replenish their snacks. They still have eight hours to go till they reach Salem. He pulls in a spot and reaches his hand over to rest on Sam’s shoulder before shaking him gently awake.
“Sam? We’re at a gas station. Want to grab some snacks, take a piss before we head out again?”
“Yeah, Dean. I’ll grab some snacks and some peanut M&M’s.” Sam tells his brother and head’s inside the station.
Dean smiles as Sam walks away. His eyes linger on Sam as he walks through the doors to the station and notices the way he towers over everyone and the muscular frame he is sporting looks good on him. Dean’s gaze ends up on Sam’s ass and its hard and tight, perky even, and he sucks in air as the wind is knocked out of him.
Dean shakes his head and sighs, taking small breaths in and out to slow his pounding heart. He opens the gas tank and reaches for the gas hose, placing the nozzle into the tank. Dean considers the changes in his brother’s appearance: when did that happen and why do they make the heat spread across his face? The slamming of the door brings him back to reality. He’s never really looked at Sam in that way before.
“Hey Dean. I got us some snacks and I got you a cup of Joe.” Sam says, smiling.
Dean pulls the nozzle out of the tank and places it back on its hook. He closes the gas tank and pays before sliding into his seat behind the wheel. Dean looks over to Sam with a grin on his face and heads towards the interstate.
“How much longer, Dean?” Sam asks, face tightened and eyes narrowed. Looks like his little brother’s good mood didn’t last long.
“About eight hours. The last stretch before we hit our destination.” Dean replies.
“Dean, what do you think about the case?” He asks sliding forward in his seat.
“I think it’s out of our league. An unknown creature that seems like a bat. A bat that can be harmful.”
“It’s a creature, Dean. Hurting people, with nightmares. Do you think it’s a witch?”
“Sam, you know how I hate witches.” Dean snarls in disgust. “I think we have a lot of research to do on this creature.”
“How can a creature control dreams? How does it switch a person’s dream with another? How does it make a person do horrible things to others?”
“I don’t know. I have no idea. It sounds like a god or evil spirit.” He says with a fake smile.
“Come on. A god or spirit? I don’t think so.” Sam releases a self-deprecating laugh.
“Well, what do we know? It has black and red skin that feels like rubber. Sounds like a bat creature with special powers that can control minds. Mind control, Sam!” He gasps at the thought.
“A creature with mind control. Yeah, okay, shit - it seriously has to be a God or evil spirit.” Sam frowns and sighs at the mere thought.
The rush of warmth that spreads across Dean’s face makes him look out the side window, before he turns back towards the road they are driving down. It has been a long while since either Sam or Dad seemed interested in his thoughts or views about a hunt. It makes him feel wanted and needed, part of the team to take out this creature and other monsters they will face in the future.
“Nice thinking.”
“Thanks, Sam. So if it’s a God or Spirit, which kind can it be?” He asks.
“I’m not sure on that, Dean. It would have to be related to dreams and nightmares, since all the victims are acting out their worst nightmare once the dreams are switched.”
“True, Sam. It would have to be related to nightmares, since all the victims are being haunted by their fears.
“Any ideas on how will we kill it?”
“Well, maybe if it’s a Spirit, it could be a simple salt and burn.” A huge grin and excitement on his face while he recognizes this could be a quick hunt after all. Once they killed the creature, Dean will get to spend some time with Sam before school starts again.
“Do you think it will be a simple salt and burn case? And would burning the bones stop the nightmares?” Sam questions, tilting his head to the side.
“It’s a Spirit - a ghost. Burning the bones should take care of it.” He tells Sam.
Sam bites his lip and rubs his hands down his pant legs. Dean has a sudden urge to reassure his brother.
“I’ll always have your back Sammy. I won’t let this creature get you.” Dean tells Sam with affection and love. Reminding his brother that he will always keep him safe.
“I know, Dean.” He responds light-heartedly.
~*~*~
Sam gathers up his book from the backseat and opens it up to the last page he was reading. He pulls his left foot up onto the seat, leg bent at the knee, and sinks back in his seat and hums softy to Metallica.
With a pleased smile on his face, Dean relaxes into his seat. He keeps an eye on Sam, with concern and wonderment. Dean couldn’t quite figure out this emotional tug in his gut towards his brother that was making his heart ache with confusion. He has watched Sam grow up from a needy little boy, to a well-rounded, head-on-his-shoulders man, who knew what he wanted out of life and would achieve it whether others liked it or not.
Deciding not to think about it, Dean hums along with Sam and taps his fingers to the beat against the steering wheel. He gets lost in the song and starts singing out loud. The bemused laughing beside him breaks his thoughts and the blush of embarrassment is back on his face. God what is wrong with him? Blushing is for girls, not Dean Winchester, the hunter. He takes the time to peer at his brother and sees his look of content. Sam is happy to be sitting in the passenger seat of the Impala and enjoying the comfortable silence between them.
The older Dean gets, the more he feels the distance creep in between them. Maybe it was knowing Sam wants to get out of the business of hunting and head off to school. He hopes that’s not the case, but knows deep inside his heart it will happen, and it will be for the best, that Sam is somewhere safe. Of course Dean will still look out for him as much as he can, but sooner or later Sam will hate his brother and no longer want Dean in his way of getting what he wants, his true desires of a “normal” life.
~*~*~
After a few hours Dean can only hear the sound of his humming and the quiet beat of the music pierce the air, until the soft sounds coming from the passenger side make him stand on edge. Sam is slouched in his seat, legs folded up at his knees and splayed open, his hands clenched and unclenched at his sides.
The small whimpers and moans that escape his brother’s mouth are a turn on. Dean is shocked to realize he is jealous that Sam was getting some in his dreams, while it has been over a year since Dean has gotten laid. He shakes his head in frustration and humiliation as he feels his cock growing within the confines of his jeans.
He raises the volume of the music in the car to drown out the sounds his little horny brother is making right next to him. Dean stops at the red light and takes a good long glance at Sam and knows from the moment Sam’s tongue sweeps across his bottom lip that he’s close to coming in his dream and it makes him hornier that he could have imagined. Dean wasn’t sure if he was more turned on from the sounds coming from Sam or compensating for the lack of sex in his life.
The car behind him honks their horn at Dean and brings him back to reality and he pulls onto the highway. He can’t believe Sam is having a wet dream in the car as they head closer and closer to their destination of Salem.
Dean turns the volume up even higher and gets lost in the words and heavy beat blasting through the speakers. He works hard to get Sam and his hard cock out of his head because it’s confusing the shit out of him.
~*~*~
Sam’s POV
Sam is tired of reading his science fiction book. He tosses it into the back seat and shifts to get comfortable. In the end, Sam slouches down into his seat, long legs spread out as much as he can in the car. His hands rest comfortably at his sides with his head leaned back on his seat.
The moment Sam has Dean in the motel room he kicks the door closed. He pushes Dean up against the wall next to the door and latches onto his brother’s thick rosy lips. Dean moans into his mouth and becomes putty in Sam’s arms. Sam rakes his hands down Dean’s body and grabs under his brother’s ass, lifting him up the wall. Dean instinctively wraps his strong, lean legs around Sam’s waist and presses his groin into Sam’s.
Leaning Dean against the wall Sam rips his shirt right off his body, buttons flying across the room and landing on the wooden floor. He pulls his own shirt up and over his head before latching onto Dean’s perky nipple. He sucks it into his mouth and bites at the hard nub. The moan he can hear from Dean is amazing and makes his aching cock twitch and grow within his pants.
Sam’s hands travel towards his brother’s belt buckle, he undoes it and pulls it from the loops of his jeans. He unbuttons and unzips Dean’s denim, the head of Dean’s cock immediately peeking out over the waistband of his boxers.
He pushes Dean’s legs off himself as Dean’s jeans pool at his ankles and he steps out of them. Sam wastes no time in once again grabbing his brother’s tight, firm ass in his hands, lifting him up and slamming him against the wall. Watching Dean’s cock grow harder and thicker against his body makes him grind his hips up into his brother’s waiting ass.
“Stop teasing, Sammy.” He cries out from the sensations.
“I’m getting there, Dean. Soon, Dean.” He adds, teasing his brother.
Sam urges Dean higher and his brother holds on tight. He leans forward to offer Dean more support while he quickly works to unbuckle his own belt, before unbuttoning his jeans, and letting them slide down his legs. He kicks his foot out slightly to remove his denims from his body and to move them away from their current spot right near the window: anyone walking by could look in at the beautiful and amazing view of Dean’s hard, tight body.
The moment Sam adjusts Dean to a more comfortable position is the moment their cocks rub against one another. Needy moans escape them both.
Sam wraps his large palm around their dicks and collects the dripping pre-come. The moan he pulls from Dean makes him want this even more and he doesn’t want to waste any time worrying about how he wants to fuck his brother. And given the way Dean is staring at him with lust and love shining through, Dean must feel the same. This is a moment he wants to keep stored in his memories for years to come.
Dean leans forward and claims Sam’s mouth as Sam travels his hand over the curve of his brother’s ass, ghosting down until his fingers brush against Dean’s puckered hole, quivered in its wait of anticipation.
Sam slides his hand farther down until his finger finds his brother’s entrance. He uses his slick finger to circle his hole and apply pressure without penetration. Sam wants to ease his finger into his brother’s body with love, not with the animalistic nature that he feels pulsing in his blood.
The hisses and groans of “more” from Dean, and the way he arches against Sam’s chest encourages him to continue to what his heart desires: his brother. Something he never thought would be possible, but pleased to know they were destined for this to happen.
Sam pushes his middle finger into Dean’s tight, hot heat, and past the tight ring of muscles.
“Fuck. Sam.” Dean screams, wanting and needy.
Sam latches onto his brother’s nipple and sucks the tiny hard nub as he eases his finger slowly in and out of Dean’s body. The movement becomes easier and Dean starts to push down, wanting more.
Sam pulls his finger out slowly before wrapping his hand around their cocks, sliding his hand up collecting the pre-come in one smooth movement. He spreads their wetness over his fingers before he lets his hand drop again, and pushes two fingers inside his brother. They go in smoothly and he immediately begins to scissor his fingers, to stretch his brother for what is to come.
Moans and whimpers enter the air as Sam teases Dean with his mouth and fingers; Dean leans his forehead on Sam’s shoulder and sucks on the skin. The rake of teeth pushes Sam over the edge. He pulls his fingers from Dean’s ass, pulls hard and tight across their dicks one last time, gathering come to spread it across his engorged member.
Holding his cock at the base, Sam steadies himself before reaching for Dean’s ass. Grabbing onto one cheek, he holds him open and slowly pushes inside his brother’s tight and waiting body. The feel of teeth sinking into his shoulder pulls a groan from Sam’s throat and he leans up to capture Dean’s lips with his own. There is a fight for dominance through the kiss, which Sam wins as he finds a steady, short quick thrust up into Dean’s willing and wanting body. The heat of the kiss turns frantic, and Dean’s sharp tug of his hair, Dean has Sam picking up his pace. Now that Sam has released his mouth, Dean kisses along his jawline and pushes back against Sam, meeting his thrusts. Sam can feel the deep pull of his balls and his animal instincts take over, pounding into his brother as he lets the want take over his body.
Dean whimpers and writhes against Sam’s chest, and the pure ecstasy of Dean’s release sends Sam over the edge: he’s pulsing inside his brother’s hole, squirting his come as his brother squeezes, like a hot vise around him.
It takes him a few minutes to recover, but when he does the sated look on Dean’s face and the love shining in his eyes is more than Sam’s heart can take. He never thought love could be like this and finding love in his brother, a man he thought never could love another human being in his lifetime? It’s too much.
“Sammy.” Dean says in a weakened voice as a flush creeps across his face.
He’s too shy to express the feelings pulsing through his veins at what happened between them. But Sam isn’t going to let him hide. This is too important.
“Dean. Look at me.” Sam waits until Dean raises his eyes. “I want you. I love you.” Sam tells Dean, filled with the love and understanding at what this means for them.
Sam jerks awake at the gentle hand shaking his body.
Sam opens his eyes and they land on Dean’s – eyes locked. The look of concern and worry etched on his face makes Sam wonder what his body was doing while he was sleeping.
“Sam. We’re here. Are you okay? You seemed to be deep in a dream.”
“I’m fine, Dean. It was just a dream. A very weird dream.” Sam feels warmth flood his face as he remembers the details.
Turning away from Dean’s concern he gets out of the Impala and rakes his hand down his face. His jeans are tight across his groin, and he groans at the thought of fantasizing about his brother and wanting to fuck him senseless. How can he have these kind of feelings for his brother? Will Dean find out and how would he react? Does he want Dean to find out?
Taking a quick peek at his brother, all he sees is Dean looking at him with concern and confusion.
“Sam, maybe you shouldn’t read anymore.”
As if it’s the book is causing the dreams in the first place!
“I’m fine, Dean. It was just a dream. It just… it felt completely real.” Sam forces a smiles back and is pleased his response is honest. He doesn’t want to worry Dean any more then he has to.
Sam has no idea what to make of these dreams, or his mixed feelings towards Dean. He loves his brother and would never want to hurt him in any way. That’s normal. Wanting to fuck his brother? Not so normal. The fact that these non-brotherly feelings feel so right is freaking him out!
Abruptly, he makes the decision to leave Dean at the diner. He’s going to need some time to figure out how he feels about the dreams and his growing feelings. He hopes Dean understands that he needs some time to figure it all out, and hopes to be forgiven for his irresponsible actions.
Chapter Four
Dean’s POV
Dean wakes up early and makes coffee. As it brews, an aroma like burnt rubber fills the air. He smiles wide as the smell reminds him of baby peeling down the highway. He hopes it doesn’t wake his brother up.
He observes Sam’s struggles under the sheets in his sleep, body in motion: Dean is a light sleeper and throughout the night the constant tossing, turning, and rustling from the bed make him wonder what Sam is dreaming about.
He hopes it’s good because he has no idea what could be causing him to mutter under his breath.
Sam is on summer vacation, and until this hunt he had his nose stuck in a book all the time. The only time he puts it down is to eat, sleep, and use the john.
Dean retrieves his coffee and sits down. His back against the armrest and his long legs stretched out in front of him. He takes in his brother’s features while he sleeps. Sam has finally found a comfortable position to sleep in, on his back with his right leg bent up and his other leg, stretched out towards the end of the bed with his arms up towards the headboard like goal posts.
Strangely, he now seems to be relaxed after a horrible night’s sleep. Dean hates to wake him up, but they need to get back on the road; they’re meeting their Dad at the diner for dinner.
Dean wrinkles his eyebrows and stares straight through his brother, who is at the end of the couch, leaning against the armrest with a small smile on his face.
“Dean?” Sam whispers.
He jumps at the sound and shakes his head before looking up at Sam. Dean gasps at the sight of his brother. Sam is soaked in his own sweat and his pajama bottoms hang low off his slender hips, his hip bones can be seen clear as day. His hair is soaking wet at the tips, and his face is all feverish. Sam looks like he got hit by a truck.
“Sam? Are you okay? You look like shit?” He asks clutching his amulet.
“Yeah, Dean. I’m fine, bad dream. Well, a crazy dream. He felt so real.” He tells Dean, rubbing his neck.
“Jump in the shower, Sam. It was only a dream. Then we’ll head out.” He tells him.
Sam nods and heads to the shower. Dean waits to hear the water be turned on before he starts to gather their belongings up and take them to the car.
Dean hopes Sam is feeling okay. It’s very unlike him to be having bad dreams. The last time he had one was when he was a little kid and asked where their daddy was. He wonders what sort of dreams his brother could be having that cause him to become drenched in his sleep. He hoped Sam wasn’t coming down with something. It would make this hunt worse for him if he was sick. Even though he felt guilty about it, Dean couldn’t wait to hear more about this creature they are hunting. He hopes the hunt will be a quick job so Sam can get back to his holidays and feeling better.
~*~*~
Sam is leaning against the car with his right foot resting on the door, book in hand. Dean smiles to himself, pleased that Sam cleaned himself up: softened features, grin wide, and eyes shining brightly in the sunlight. The shower obviously helped ease his muscles and help him to recollect himself. Though, he grits his teeth when he realizes where Sam placed his foot, on his baby, like a goddamn stool.
It’s raining outside and the thick, dark clouds roll above them as they drive down the interstate. The steady beat of the rain against the windshield washes over Dean’s body and calms him down from the dizziness he felt in the motel room. He hasn’t seen Sam like that in years. Dean is out of his element and the ability to read Sam’s expressions and body language. Dean knows his brother isn’t a little kid anymore, but he will always be worried about him whether Sam likes it or not. It’s in his blood and personality makeup, and it can’t be shut off.
He loves his brother too much to let anything happen to him.
Dean pulls over at a small run-down diner for lunch. They need to stretch and refuel before continuing. Hopefully, the rain will let up and Sam puts the damn book down so they can talk about this creature. All he can hear is the pitter-patter against the window and the slow, easy breathing from Sam. All he has done since getting in the car is read that damn book.
~*~*~
They’re on the road again and Sam is sleeping with his head on Dean’s shoulder. The rain stopped a short time ago and the sun is now shining brightly against the horizon. It’s not often that Dean has the quiet space to look around him. The constant lines of flourished green blossoms of the trees move past him before he can really see them. Dean can see birds flying around and diving in and out of the flourished green trees. As he watches a bird swoop down, landing on the bush, pecking at the red berries, and making a meal of it.
The simple, peacefulness within the car was relaxing. And it was better with Sam. It has been a while since he and Sam spent quality time with each other. Dean was always encouraging Sam to do well in school and make something of himself, so he could hope for a better life, something better than the family business. Dean knew damn well, whether or not he liked it that this was his life. All he wanted to do was make sure his little pain in the ass brother was safe and happy doing what he wanted to do, not what he was told to do by their hard ass of a father.
Dean turns the radio on low to let Sam continue to relax and sleep until their next stop, hoping it would be the diner in Salem. He hasn’t driven too much further when he realizes he has to pull over at the next gas station, to fill up and replenish their snacks. They still have eight hours to go till they reach Salem. He pulls in a spot and reaches his hand over to rest on Sam’s shoulder before shaking him gently awake.
“Sam? We’re at a gas station. Want to grab some snacks, take a piss before we head out again?”
“Yeah, Dean. I’ll grab some snacks and some peanut M&M’s.” Sam tells his brother and head’s inside the station.
Dean smiles as Sam walks away. His eyes linger on Sam as he walks through the doors to the station and notices the way he towers over everyone and the muscular frame he is sporting looks good on him. Dean’s gaze ends up on Sam’s ass and its hard and tight, perky even, and he sucks in air as the wind is knocked out of him.
Dean shakes his head and sighs, taking small breaths in and out to slow his pounding heart. He opens the gas tank and reaches for the gas hose, placing the nozzle into the tank. Dean considers the changes in his brother’s appearance: when did that happen and why do they make the heat spread across his face? The slamming of the door brings him back to reality. He’s never really looked at Sam in that way before.
“Hey Dean. I got us some snacks and I got you a cup of Joe.” Sam says, smiling.
Dean pulls the nozzle out of the tank and places it back on its hook. He closes the gas tank and pays before sliding into his seat behind the wheel. Dean looks over to Sam with a grin on his face and heads towards the interstate.
“How much longer, Dean?” Sam asks, face tightened and eyes narrowed. Looks like his little brother’s good mood didn’t last long.
“About eight hours. The last stretch before we hit our destination.” Dean replies.
“Dean, what do you think about the case?” He asks sliding forward in his seat.
“I think it’s out of our league. An unknown creature that seems like a bat. A bat that can be harmful.”
“It’s a creature, Dean. Hurting people, with nightmares. Do you think it’s a witch?”
“Sam, you know how I hate witches.” Dean snarls in disgust. “I think we have a lot of research to do on this creature.”
“How can a creature control dreams? How does it switch a person’s dream with another? How does it make a person do horrible things to others?”
“I don’t know. I have no idea. It sounds like a god or evil spirit.” He says with a fake smile.
“Come on. A god or spirit? I don’t think so.” Sam releases a self-deprecating laugh.
“Well, what do we know? It has black and red skin that feels like rubber. Sounds like a bat creature with special powers that can control minds. Mind control, Sam!” He gasps at the thought.
“A creature with mind control. Yeah, okay, shit - it seriously has to be a God or evil spirit.” Sam frowns and sighs at the mere thought.
The rush of warmth that spreads across Dean’s face makes him look out the side window, before he turns back towards the road they are driving down. It has been a long while since either Sam or Dad seemed interested in his thoughts or views about a hunt. It makes him feel wanted and needed, part of the team to take out this creature and other monsters they will face in the future.
“Nice thinking.”
“Thanks, Sam. So if it’s a God or Spirit, which kind can it be?” He asks.
“I’m not sure on that, Dean. It would have to be related to dreams and nightmares, since all the victims are acting out their worst nightmare once the dreams are switched.”
“True, Sam. It would have to be related to nightmares, since all the victims are being haunted by their fears.
“Any ideas on how will we kill it?”
“Well, maybe if it’s a Spirit, it could be a simple salt and burn.” A huge grin and excitement on his face while he recognizes this could be a quick hunt after all. Once they killed the creature, Dean will get to spend some time with Sam before school starts again.
“Do you think it will be a simple salt and burn case? And would burning the bones stop the nightmares?” Sam questions, tilting his head to the side.
“It’s a Spirit - a ghost. Burning the bones should take care of it.” He tells Sam.
Sam bites his lip and rubs his hands down his pant legs. Dean has a sudden urge to reassure his brother.
“I’ll always have your back Sammy. I won’t let this creature get you.” Dean tells Sam with affection and love. Reminding his brother that he will always keep him safe.
“I know, Dean.” He responds light-heartedly.
~*~*~
Sam gathers up his book from the backseat and opens it up to the last page he was reading. He pulls his left foot up onto the seat, leg bent at the knee, and sinks back in his seat and hums softy to Metallica.
With a pleased smile on his face, Dean relaxes into his seat. He keeps an eye on Sam, with concern and wonderment. Dean couldn’t quite figure out this emotional tug in his gut towards his brother that was making his heart ache with confusion. He has watched Sam grow up from a needy little boy, to a well-rounded, head-on-his-shoulders man, who knew what he wanted out of life and would achieve it whether others liked it or not.
Deciding not to think about it, Dean hums along with Sam and taps his fingers to the beat against the steering wheel. He gets lost in the song and starts singing out loud. The bemused laughing beside him breaks his thoughts and the blush of embarrassment is back on his face. God what is wrong with him? Blushing is for girls, not Dean Winchester, the hunter. He takes the time to peer at his brother and sees his look of content. Sam is happy to be sitting in the passenger seat of the Impala and enjoying the comfortable silence between them.
The older Dean gets, the more he feels the distance creep in between them. Maybe it was knowing Sam wants to get out of the business of hunting and head off to school. He hopes that’s not the case, but knows deep inside his heart it will happen, and it will be for the best, that Sam is somewhere safe. Of course Dean will still look out for him as much as he can, but sooner or later Sam will hate his brother and no longer want Dean in his way of getting what he wants, his true desires of a “normal” life.
~*~*~
After a few hours Dean can only hear the sound of his humming and the quiet beat of the music pierce the air, until the soft sounds coming from the passenger side make him stand on edge. Sam is slouched in his seat, legs folded up at his knees and splayed open, his hands clenched and unclenched at his sides.
The small whimpers and moans that escape his brother’s mouth are a turn on. Dean is shocked to realize he is jealous that Sam was getting some in his dreams, while it has been over a year since Dean has gotten laid. He shakes his head in frustration and humiliation as he feels his cock growing within the confines of his jeans.
He raises the volume of the music in the car to drown out the sounds his little horny brother is making right next to him. Dean stops at the red light and takes a good long glance at Sam and knows from the moment Sam’s tongue sweeps across his bottom lip that he’s close to coming in his dream and it makes him hornier that he could have imagined. Dean wasn’t sure if he was more turned on from the sounds coming from Sam or compensating for the lack of sex in his life.
The car behind him honks their horn at Dean and brings him back to reality and he pulls onto the highway. He can’t believe Sam is having a wet dream in the car as they head closer and closer to their destination of Salem.
Dean turns the volume up even higher and gets lost in the words and heavy beat blasting through the speakers. He works hard to get Sam and his hard cock out of his head because it’s confusing the shit out of him.
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Sam’s POV
Sam is tired of reading his science fiction book. He tosses it into the back seat and shifts to get comfortable. In the end, Sam slouches down into his seat, long legs spread out as much as he can in the car. His hands rest comfortably at his sides with his head leaned back on his seat.
The moment Sam has Dean in the motel room he kicks the door closed. He pushes Dean up against the wall next to the door and latches onto his brother’s thick rosy lips. Dean moans into his mouth and becomes putty in Sam’s arms. Sam rakes his hands down Dean’s body and grabs under his brother’s ass, lifting him up the wall. Dean instinctively wraps his strong, lean legs around Sam’s waist and presses his groin into Sam’s.
Leaning Dean against the wall Sam rips his shirt right off his body, buttons flying across the room and landing on the wooden floor. He pulls his own shirt up and over his head before latching onto Dean’s perky nipple. He sucks it into his mouth and bites at the hard nub. The moan he can hear from Dean is amazing and makes his aching cock twitch and grow within his pants.
Sam’s hands travel towards his brother’s belt buckle, he undoes it and pulls it from the loops of his jeans. He unbuttons and unzips Dean’s denim, the head of Dean’s cock immediately peeking out over the waistband of his boxers.
He pushes Dean’s legs off himself as Dean’s jeans pool at his ankles and he steps out of them. Sam wastes no time in once again grabbing his brother’s tight, firm ass in his hands, lifting him up and slamming him against the wall. Watching Dean’s cock grow harder and thicker against his body makes him grind his hips up into his brother’s waiting ass.
“Stop teasing, Sammy.” He cries out from the sensations.
“I’m getting there, Dean. Soon, Dean.” He adds, teasing his brother.
Sam urges Dean higher and his brother holds on tight. He leans forward to offer Dean more support while he quickly works to unbuckle his own belt, before unbuttoning his jeans, and letting them slide down his legs. He kicks his foot out slightly to remove his denims from his body and to move them away from their current spot right near the window: anyone walking by could look in at the beautiful and amazing view of Dean’s hard, tight body.
The moment Sam adjusts Dean to a more comfortable position is the moment their cocks rub against one another. Needy moans escape them both.
Sam wraps his large palm around their dicks and collects the dripping pre-come. The moan he pulls from Dean makes him want this even more and he doesn’t want to waste any time worrying about how he wants to fuck his brother. And given the way Dean is staring at him with lust and love shining through, Dean must feel the same. This is a moment he wants to keep stored in his memories for years to come.
Dean leans forward and claims Sam’s mouth as Sam travels his hand over the curve of his brother’s ass, ghosting down until his fingers brush against Dean’s puckered hole, quivered in its wait of anticipation.
Sam slides his hand farther down until his finger finds his brother’s entrance. He uses his slick finger to circle his hole and apply pressure without penetration. Sam wants to ease his finger into his brother’s body with love, not with the animalistic nature that he feels pulsing in his blood.
The hisses and groans of “more” from Dean, and the way he arches against Sam’s chest encourages him to continue to what his heart desires: his brother. Something he never thought would be possible, but pleased to know they were destined for this to happen.
Sam pushes his middle finger into Dean’s tight, hot heat, and past the tight ring of muscles.
“Fuck. Sam.” Dean screams, wanting and needy.
Sam latches onto his brother’s nipple and sucks the tiny hard nub as he eases his finger slowly in and out of Dean’s body. The movement becomes easier and Dean starts to push down, wanting more.
Sam pulls his finger out slowly before wrapping his hand around their cocks, sliding his hand up collecting the pre-come in one smooth movement. He spreads their wetness over his fingers before he lets his hand drop again, and pushes two fingers inside his brother. They go in smoothly and he immediately begins to scissor his fingers, to stretch his brother for what is to come.
Moans and whimpers enter the air as Sam teases Dean with his mouth and fingers; Dean leans his forehead on Sam’s shoulder and sucks on the skin. The rake of teeth pushes Sam over the edge. He pulls his fingers from Dean’s ass, pulls hard and tight across their dicks one last time, gathering come to spread it across his engorged member.
Holding his cock at the base, Sam steadies himself before reaching for Dean’s ass. Grabbing onto one cheek, he holds him open and slowly pushes inside his brother’s tight and waiting body. The feel of teeth sinking into his shoulder pulls a groan from Sam’s throat and he leans up to capture Dean’s lips with his own. There is a fight for dominance through the kiss, which Sam wins as he finds a steady, short quick thrust up into Dean’s willing and wanting body. The heat of the kiss turns frantic, and Dean’s sharp tug of his hair, Dean has Sam picking up his pace. Now that Sam has released his mouth, Dean kisses along his jawline and pushes back against Sam, meeting his thrusts. Sam can feel the deep pull of his balls and his animal instincts take over, pounding into his brother as he lets the want take over his body.
Dean whimpers and writhes against Sam’s chest, and the pure ecstasy of Dean’s release sends Sam over the edge: he’s pulsing inside his brother’s hole, squirting his come as his brother squeezes, like a hot vise around him.
It takes him a few minutes to recover, but when he does the sated look on Dean’s face and the love shining in his eyes is more than Sam’s heart can take. He never thought love could be like this and finding love in his brother, a man he thought never could love another human being in his lifetime? It’s too much.
“Sammy.” Dean says in a weakened voice as a flush creeps across his face.
He’s too shy to express the feelings pulsing through his veins at what happened between them. But Sam isn’t going to let him hide. This is too important.
“Dean. Look at me.” Sam waits until Dean raises his eyes. “I want you. I love you.” Sam tells Dean, filled with the love and understanding at what this means for them.
Sam jerks awake at the gentle hand shaking his body.
Sam opens his eyes and they land on Dean’s – eyes locked. The look of concern and worry etched on his face makes Sam wonder what his body was doing while he was sleeping.
“Sam. We’re here. Are you okay? You seemed to be deep in a dream.”
“I’m fine, Dean. It was just a dream. A very weird dream.” Sam feels warmth flood his face as he remembers the details.
Turning away from Dean’s concern he gets out of the Impala and rakes his hand down his face. His jeans are tight across his groin, and he groans at the thought of fantasizing about his brother and wanting to fuck him senseless. How can he have these kind of feelings for his brother? Will Dean find out and how would he react? Does he want Dean to find out?
Taking a quick peek at his brother, all he sees is Dean looking at him with concern and confusion.
“Sam, maybe you shouldn’t read anymore.”
As if it’s the book is causing the dreams in the first place!
“I’m fine, Dean. It was just a dream. It just… it felt completely real.” Sam forces a smiles back and is pleased his response is honest. He doesn’t want to worry Dean any more then he has to.
Sam has no idea what to make of these dreams, or his mixed feelings towards Dean. He loves his brother and would never want to hurt him in any way. That’s normal. Wanting to fuck his brother? Not so normal. The fact that these non-brotherly feelings feel so right is freaking him out!
Abruptly, he makes the decision to leave Dean at the diner. He’s going to need some time to figure out how he feels about the dreams and his growing feelings. He hopes Dean understands that he needs some time to figure it all out, and hopes to be forgiven for his irresponsible actions.
Chapter Four