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Dreams and Nightmares - Chapter Nine
Chapter Nine
Dean’s POV
Dean is scared shitless. He is nervous about charming Captain Johnson, about whether he will be lured away from prying eyes. Dean knows this is the only way to take the creature out, and it all comes down to him. Fuck! No wonder he’s nervous.
But it’s not just for himself. He remembers how Sam looked last night. The dream Sam had was excruciating to experience just as an onlooker. Dean can’t imagine how it must feel to the victim, having to overcome the dream. The nightmare.
But he couldn’t think about Sammy now. He had a job to do. Dean went to work. He took a shower and put on his dirty clothes, before applying dirt to the tips of his wet hair. He then used the hair dryer to cake the dirt onto his body.
Once he finished dressing himself up for their plan, Dean went for a three-mile run. He had to look like he was on a hike.
Once he’s as prepared as he can be, Dean leaves the Impala with Sam and jogs up to the police station. Like last time, Dean was buzzed into the precinct and brought right to the Captain.
“Captain? I – I have to tell you something.” Dean says, bent over as if winded.
He keeps an eye on Captain Johnson, as he walks closer to Dean. There is no hesitation as he places his hand on his shoulder, gently squeezing.
“Dean. Calm down. Take a seat.” The Captain says.
Dean takes a seat in the chair across from the Captain’s desk. He scrubs his hand over his sweaty face. A shiver runs through his body, and it sets him on edge.
“Tell me what happened, Dean?” He asks curiously.
Dean takes a moment to calm his breathing and slowly locks eyes with the man in front of him. He looks at him properly and is surprised to find he reminds him of Sam. The long hair, tall and muscular body, and even his wittiness. Is this why he immediately felt comfortable with him? Then it hits Dean like a tornado, the mixed emotions and feelings he has been struggling to deal with towards Sam. They aren’t new. They aren’t due to this spirit. He felt the connection before they headed off to work this case.
Despite his feelings, Dean is a good hunter and knows what he need to do. He can’t think about Sam right now, he has a job. Taking in as much air as he can, he lets it out, ready to tell his story. He hopes his timing is right, that Sammy is safe and waiting, ready with backup from Dad.
Focus, Dean, he tells himself. Now he needs to play his part and play it well.
“I was hiking up this trail to Kezar Falls. It… I must have been close because I could smell the lake in the distance when I heard screaming. I ran towards the sound and when I got there the screaming stopped. It was like it never happened. But then I found a body… a female body torn apart. I think… oh god! I think she was torn about by her own hand!” Dean looks up at the Captain, hands clenched and tears in his eyes. “We have to get her body and bring her home to her family.”
“Shit, Dean! It’s like before. Do you know how to get there? Are there more victims?” The Captain asks, and Dean sees a hint of redness in his eyes.
“Yeah – I know where it is, I can bring you there. As for more victims,” Dean shakes his head, “not from what I saw. But I didn’t have a good look around.”
“Good. Let’s go and see what we can do.”
The Captain walks Dean out of the precinct and towards the Captain’s police car. It’s an unmarked police car, and Dean waits while the Captain attaches a single red flasher light to the top of the roof and the blue flashing lights in the rear of the car.
Dean takes his seat next to him and buckles up. He doesn’t even give the Captain directions – he drives them straight to the start of the trails.
The Captain exits the vehicle while Dean fumbles with the buckle release. Fuck! He can’t let his nerves get the better of him! Finally, he gets it loose and accidently hits the horn in his haste to exit the car. He can see the Captain watching him with intense eyes that are completely red. Dean’s glad to give his family a warning they have arrived, whether the creature likes the plan or not.
Dean ignores the glare from the Captain, muttering “It’s this way,” before he starts up the trail he was on earlier. They walk for three miles until they come across the body Dean planted there to begin with. The Captain, frozen to the ground, gasps at the sight.
The red of his eyes shine brightly in the dark and suddenly the Captain isn’t there. In his place stands a winged creature. As Dean stares at it, he clutches at his arm, his knees buckle and his head starts to cloud. And before he knows what’s happening in front of him, the winged creature – the Captain – is right over the victim’s body.
The creature, lost in his own world begins to eat at the flesh and bones of the victim. Dean is paralyzed and can hear his racing heartbeat in his chest. He wants to do something, should do something, but he is too shocked at the sight before him.
He can vaguely hear someone shouting for him to get down. It’s Sammy. As soon as he realizes what he is hearing. Dean dives to the ground and lands hard on his chest, knocking the wind from his body. He can hear gun flares going off and the creature wail and shout.
Dean is being dragged away from the body (and how did he get there? He doesn’t remember) and wrapped up in long, strong, muscular arms. It’s Sam. His brother. Dean’s emotions get the best of him and he hugs his brother back, holding on for dear life. He can feel Sam’s heart, racing within his chest, and the rapid pulse running through his own body has him gasping for air.
Fighting against his instinct, Sam’s breathing calms. He knows Dean won’t settle until Sam has shown he is sage. Breathing in and out slowly, he encourages Dean to breathe with him. To Dean’s horror, this has him holding onto Sam even tighter.
~*~*~
Sam’s POV
As Sam and John wait for Dean and the spirit to arrive, Sam fumes over his brother. Dean risks his life again and again for the hunt and screw the consequences of those actions. Dean decided to be the bait he and his father needed him to be. Bring the Captain and show him the body. At this point, the creature will make its decision on what to do next.
Sam was reluctant on this idea, but knows that it will be for the best. And it works in their favor. His Dad gestures towards him, and Sam readies himself. He sees Dean bring the Captain, to the body, and right there the Captain changes into the winged-creature.
Sam spares a glance for his brother, and Dean is frozen. He stood there, staring at the creature who is now feeding on the victim. John and Sam exchange looks. This is when the creature is vulnerable. They have to act.
“Dean. Drop to the ground. Now!” Sam shouts at his brother. He watches in slow motion as Dean registers the words and slams his body down hard on the ground.
Sam and John shoot the flare guns at the creature and watch as it is engulfed in flames. The flames are bright, lighting up the night sky. He takes a sneak peek at Dean who has his arms around his face. A quick glance at his Dad assures him the job is done, and Sam rushes over towards Dean and grabs his hands around Dean’s ankle. Sam pulls and drags his brother to safety, far away from the burning creature.
Sam barely acknowledges his father leaving, too focused on wrapping his long arms around Dean’s shoulders and feels his brother trembling. His big brother, badass hunter, stubborn as shit, is trembling in his arms. The emotions come off him in waves, and only make Sam hold him tighter in his embrace.
He rubs his hand up and down his brothers back, trying to calm Dean, trying to calm himself! What shocks him the most is the whimper Dean let’s escape his lips and the way he wraps his own arms around Sam as tight as he possibly can. Never letting go. Not in the near future anyway.
It grounds Sam to suddenly understand that Dean is letting himself be vulnerable for Sam. Sam’s heart swells, the love for Dean getting stronger by the simple gesture of showing fear for the first time. Seeing Dean so open and emotional brings tears to his eyes. Part of Sam wants to break the tension, but he knows that there is a deeper reason for Dean to let go and not be called out on a chick-flick moment.
Right now all Sam knows is Dean has realized he can let his emotions show, let it all go.
Again, without the Winchester’s knowledge. Morpheus stands close by, watching the scene play out. The grin that plastered to his face as his brother fell to his death is still present. His passing will allow Morpheus the change to bring peace to the guilt laden, innocent victims.
Watching the exchange between the young men brings hope to his heart, hope that he can change what Epiales has done. He knows that the older brother is coming to terms with his emotions, and that those emotions scare him to his very soul.
Morpheus wants to give these men their wish. He will give the older man a dream. A dream he never thought was possible. And even though his dream is to have his brother in a more then brotherly way, they will find a way to make it work no matter what happens in the future.
~*~*~
Dean’s POV
Eventually Dean calms down enough to loosen up his grip to look at Sam. He expects to see derision, instead of the smile on Sam’s face makes him grin and relax completely in his little brother’s embrace.
It’s over.
The creature is gone and can’t hurt anyone else ever again – can never hurt his Sammy. His emotions overwhelm him, and Dean acts without thinking. Turning to his brother, Dean lands a kiss on Sam’s temple. It’s an intimate notion and chick-flick moment and it confuses him to no end. As soon as he realizes what he’s done, Dean pushes up on his feet, backing away even as Sam looks up with hurt etched on his face.
As soon as Dean sees that look he stops. Instead he reaches forward and grabs Sam’s hand, pulling him to his feet. He waits for Sam to gain his balance before they head towards the Impala. Somehow their hands lock together: it’s the only gesture Dean can manage with the emotional charge racking his body.
Dean has always loved Sam. He thought it was like a brother, and to realize that these are more than brotherly feelings? It’s a fucking shock to his system. And it scares him. Because what is there to be afraid of? If he’s honest, he’s always been afraid of what Sam would think.
But the look of hurt on Sam’s face makes him rethink his thoughts on the subject. That maybe…Maybe Sam would be ok with these feelings?
They arrive at the Impala and Dean heads to the passenger side. Sam tilts his head in surprise before grinning at his brother. Sam and Dean take their seats and drive in silence as they head to the motel for the night.
~*~*~
Dean shifts in the car and leans his head against the cold glass of the window. It feels good on his cheek and it helps him to stay calm. He peeks out of the corner of his eyes to gaze at Sam through his long lashes.
There is heat upon his brother’s cheeks, and Dean can sense his relief to get far away from the scene as possible. And there is determination. Determination to prove he can take care of another person.
This person being Dean. And Dean can admit that he wants that, wants Sam to watch over him.
He smiles weakly and leans his head back as sleep takes over. Sam hums beside him to the purr of baby. The sigh of relief escaping his lips sets the tone for the ride back to the motel.
Morpheus takes a joy ride in the back seat without ever being noticed by either brother. He beams at each young man, with pride in his heart. Out in the field, the older man accepted he had feelings, and that he deserves to express his emotions in a healthy positive way. With love and support from those around him.
Morpheus wants these man to find their way together no matter the cost. The small laugh that escapes the younger man says it all: hope, love, devotion, and passion. The feelings he has for the other man are profound it could crush him. And here is where Morpheus can help.
He will plant a small, pleasurable dream for the older man. A dream that will help him understand that the trouble they went through to achieve the knowledge that emotions are powerful was worth it. Morpheus wants to show the older brother that he is worth it, worth the dreams, and that those dreams should never be let go.
Morpheus gently places his hand on Dean’s left shoulder and squeezes. This is the moment he induces the dream within his host. A thank you gift for saving others and his own self.
It was all worth it to give a gift of hope to others that has been lost for some time.
~*~*~
Sam’s POV
Sam watches his brother sleep in the car and smiles at the slight erotic noises coming from Dean. Dean slides further down his seat and his hands are by his sides. His fist clench and unclench as the sounds increase in volume. Sam blushes, because what is Dean dreaming about, and he laughs warmly at the thought. Will they finally be on the same page?
They are about 15 minutes away from the motel when Dean moans, “Sammy.” His voice is raspy and low. Dean’s hips turn upwards to get relief, and Sam can see the bulge of Dean’s jeans. He gasps at the sight of his older brother in the midst of a sex dream: a sex dream about him. A flush covers Sam’s body at the mere speculation going on in his brother’s mind.
Luck is with them and Sam pulls up into the space right in front of their room. Sam unbuckles his seatbelt and goes to do the same with Dean’s. He gets the belt off and then Sam can only sit back and watch the show. Dean seems to be at the end of his dream. He thrashes in the seat as his hips rise up and down looking for friction. His fist clench and unclench in unison. One last thrust of his hips Dean lets go and shouts, “Sammy.”
Dean awakes with a jerk, and his eyes fly to Sam. Embarrassment is written clearly on Dean’s face and he quickly gets out of the car.
Sam can’t wait to see what happens.
~*~*~
Sam takes a look at Dean and nods in the direction of the room. Dean avoids his gaze and rearranges his coat. Sam smiles to himself. The awkward, silence in the air makes him feel like he is on his first date, each person deciding who will take the next step and kiss.
Sam’s breathing becomes rapid, as his body fills with anticipation for what is to come. He opens the door and heads inside. Turning on the light, Sam sits heavily on the bed and waits. Sam stares out the door, waiting on Dean to make a decision.
He waits for what feels like eternity.
Soon though, he hears unsure footsteps towards the door, followed by a barely there knock as Dean makes it over the threshold. He rubs the back of his neck, blinks his eyes rapidly, and bites his bottom lip. Dean seems younger in the doorway of the motel standing their hesitantly moving from one foot to the other.
Then he stops moving and whispers, “Sammy,” Sam has to lean forward to make sure he heard what Dean said.
Then Dean is in the room and has the door closed. Standing there with his hands in his pockets like a lost soul, not sure what to do next.
His big, badass, womanizer, brother, is out of his element and embarrassed at wanting what he saw in his dreams. A dream that has shown Dean that he is worthy of having his dreams answered.
Sam quickly stands and heads over to Dean before coming to a stop in front of him. Dean tenses as he approaches and is quick to drop his gaze towards the floor.
Sam gently rests his hand on his brother’s shoulder and squeezes in reassurance. He notices the change in Dean’s breathing and how his frame shudders in this moment. While they have never been afraid to share things with each other, this may be too much, over the top, for either of them to deal with.
Sam moves his hand slowly up to Dean’s cheek and feels the heat as it seeps into his palm. He stares at Dean the entire time, waiting until his brother looks up and they lock eyes with one another.
The intensity of the emotions reflected in his brother’s eyes make Sam want to wrap his arms around Dean and never let him go. He wishes that Dean never put these brick walls up and buried his emotion from the start. But the fact he is letting Sam in now brings him hope.
“Sammy?” Dean whispers. He is shaking.
Sam knows what he has to do. “Dean, it’s okay. It’s okay to have these feelings. These dreams. I – I want you and I know you want me. Show me.” Sam tells Dean with as much reassurance and acceptance as he has.
Dean’s neck and cheeks get even redder at the words. Sam grins that he can make his brother blush and be shy like a teenage girl. He will never be a girl, far from it, but pleased to know his brother isn’t hiding his feelings like he usually would.
“Sam – Sammy. I – I do have these feelings. I – I – I think I always had feelings for you. I don’t know what to do. But then I had a dream. I – it was you and me. We were happy. Together.” He looks down and away, clearly gathering his thoughts, “I – I’ll try.”
“Dean. It’s okay. I’ve always wanted more. And surprisingly, this hunt helped us see it.” Sam’s words are confident, even though he is nervous about his brother’s reaction.
Sam notices Dean has his hands out of his pockets and is reaching for Sam’s coat pockets. Something to hold on to, he guesses. Sam can see the anxious look on Dean’s face, and he leans forward and their lips touch in a chaste kiss. Dean’s hands grip his brother’s coat pockets for leverage and to ground him.
Sam breaks the chaste kiss and takes a breath as Dean pushes forward and claims Sam in a heated kiss. Sam wraps his arms around his shoulders and cards his fingers through Dean’s short hair. A soft moan escapes Dean’s throat and it vibrates against Sam’s mouth. A shiver passes through him at finally being able to taste his brother.
Dean breaks the kiss by leaning his forehead against Sam’s. A small smile crosses his face when he hears Dean’s raspy voice call him, “Sammy.”
It’s an answer to both of their dreams and prayers. Dean is finally taking what he wants and deserves in life, and it’s overwhelming for both of them. Sam put Dean in charge when he said show me, and he is quite fine with it.
Until actually Sam pulls Dean in for a kiss full of hunger and need, and then there is teeth crashing and tongue clashing for dominance. Sam can’t be sure who wants it more, him or Dean, although Sam has the upper hand as Dean shivers and moans, leaning against his tall frame.
Sam walks them back towards the door and they fall heavy against it. They break their kiss at the impact and suck in air before Dean can snake his hands around his brother’s waist to close the distance. Sam yelps in surprise before grinning wide at the eagerness inside of Dean.
The need and want so powerful to and it’s being with Sam that makes it all that more meaningful.
Dean grabs a fist full of his shirt and pulls Sam against his body before he attacks Sam’s mouth. Sam’s hands roam over his brother’s chest, shoulders, and arms. He can feel the flex of muscles beneath the soft flannel shirt and worn fitted denims.
Sam’s hands move lower and lower until he reaches Dean’s ass. He palms the soft globes, before holding each cheek in his hands and then he squeezes. Dean throws his head back and it cracks against the door behind him. He whimpers and moans in pure pleasure at Sam’s ministrations.
He sucks at Dean’s collarbone, even as he lets his hands drift lower. Once Sam’s hands are in position he grabs Dean’s thighs and lefts him up the wall. Dean’s eyes go wide, a flush rises on his cheeks, even as he wraps his bowlegs around Sam’s waist. He holds on for dear life because this is getting serious.
Dean sees Sam’s expression and hastens to reassure him. “Sammy. I’m okay. This – I never done this before. Please, Sam.” Dean tells him almost begging with want. A want Sam has never witnessed before in his brother. It’s nice to see for a change.
“Dean. I know. It’s okay. I – I’ve never done this either. But I’ve got you.” Sam soothes Dean as he presses their bodies tight against the wall, supporting Dean with his body so he can release his hands. He grabs Dean’s face in his hands and locks their eyes. Sam uses this time to show Dean how much he cares, wants, needs, and loves his brother.
Dean nods his head in agreement, smiles shyly and kisses him chastely in acknowledgement of what is happening between them.
And that’s it for the innocence. Dean grinds his hips down against Sam and a deep, guttural moan escapes him. Sam is overwhelmed. The heat and love he feels for Dean is so strong he can’t stand it. Sam pulls Dean in for a heated kiss and easily gains dominance. He grins as he pushes his hips against Dean and feels him wiggling in pure ecstasy.
Each time Sam grinds up, Dean pushes down, it’s a steady rhythm so they don’t lose their balance in their precarious position against the wall. Dean tongue fucks Sam to the speed of their thrusts as his breathing begins to speed up before Sam breaks the kiss, and places butterfly kisses along Dean’s jaw and neck working his way towards his collarbone.
Their thrusts increase as they seek release, wanting to please each other in a manner that speaks volumes in the heat of passion. Dean begins to writhe and wriggle as a slight “O” forms his lips. Sam knows he’s close.
Sam thrusts and pushes his hips as hard as he can against Dean and then Dean is coming and shouting, “Sammy – Sammy!”
He grinds his hips against Dean to help him ride out his orgasm all the while pushing towards his own release. It overtakes him and then Sam is the one shouting, “Dean!” as he collapses against his brother.
Sam leans against Dean and presses them tight to the wall to keep their balance. Now would not be a good time to fall. Resting his forehead on Dean’s, Sam gazes at Dean’s soft smile upon his lips before he kisses them softly.
He needs to know what is going on in his brother’s head. Wants to know if this was enough for him to understand Sam’s love for him.
“Dean? Dean, look at me. You okay? Are we okay? I want this with you Dean. I love you.” Sam whispers nervously, gazing into his brother’s eyes.
“Sammy. Sammy, I’m okay. We – We are okay. I – I want this too, Sam. God help me I do. I – I – I love you.” Dean says. The vulnerability shining off his brother hits him in waves and radiates through his body.
The feelings and emotions pouring out of Dean is beautiful. Sam can almost touch them. It’s a side of his brother he wants to see all the time. He wants Dean to know it is okay to have emotions and to express them to others without feeling out of place.
He knows it’s a long road ahead, that it’s a journey they will be on for a life time.
Dean’s POV
Dean is scared shitless. He is nervous about charming Captain Johnson, about whether he will be lured away from prying eyes. Dean knows this is the only way to take the creature out, and it all comes down to him. Fuck! No wonder he’s nervous.
But it’s not just for himself. He remembers how Sam looked last night. The dream Sam had was excruciating to experience just as an onlooker. Dean can’t imagine how it must feel to the victim, having to overcome the dream. The nightmare.
But he couldn’t think about Sammy now. He had a job to do. Dean went to work. He took a shower and put on his dirty clothes, before applying dirt to the tips of his wet hair. He then used the hair dryer to cake the dirt onto his body.
Once he finished dressing himself up for their plan, Dean went for a three-mile run. He had to look like he was on a hike.
Once he’s as prepared as he can be, Dean leaves the Impala with Sam and jogs up to the police station. Like last time, Dean was buzzed into the precinct and brought right to the Captain.
“Captain? I – I have to tell you something.” Dean says, bent over as if winded.
He keeps an eye on Captain Johnson, as he walks closer to Dean. There is no hesitation as he places his hand on his shoulder, gently squeezing.
“Dean. Calm down. Take a seat.” The Captain says.
Dean takes a seat in the chair across from the Captain’s desk. He scrubs his hand over his sweaty face. A shiver runs through his body, and it sets him on edge.
“Tell me what happened, Dean?” He asks curiously.
Dean takes a moment to calm his breathing and slowly locks eyes with the man in front of him. He looks at him properly and is surprised to find he reminds him of Sam. The long hair, tall and muscular body, and even his wittiness. Is this why he immediately felt comfortable with him? Then it hits Dean like a tornado, the mixed emotions and feelings he has been struggling to deal with towards Sam. They aren’t new. They aren’t due to this spirit. He felt the connection before they headed off to work this case.
Despite his feelings, Dean is a good hunter and knows what he need to do. He can’t think about Sam right now, he has a job. Taking in as much air as he can, he lets it out, ready to tell his story. He hopes his timing is right, that Sammy is safe and waiting, ready with backup from Dad.
Focus, Dean, he tells himself. Now he needs to play his part and play it well.
“I was hiking up this trail to Kezar Falls. It… I must have been close because I could smell the lake in the distance when I heard screaming. I ran towards the sound and when I got there the screaming stopped. It was like it never happened. But then I found a body… a female body torn apart. I think… oh god! I think she was torn about by her own hand!” Dean looks up at the Captain, hands clenched and tears in his eyes. “We have to get her body and bring her home to her family.”
“Shit, Dean! It’s like before. Do you know how to get there? Are there more victims?” The Captain asks, and Dean sees a hint of redness in his eyes.
“Yeah – I know where it is, I can bring you there. As for more victims,” Dean shakes his head, “not from what I saw. But I didn’t have a good look around.”
“Good. Let’s go and see what we can do.”
The Captain walks Dean out of the precinct and towards the Captain’s police car. It’s an unmarked police car, and Dean waits while the Captain attaches a single red flasher light to the top of the roof and the blue flashing lights in the rear of the car.
Dean takes his seat next to him and buckles up. He doesn’t even give the Captain directions – he drives them straight to the start of the trails.
The Captain exits the vehicle while Dean fumbles with the buckle release. Fuck! He can’t let his nerves get the better of him! Finally, he gets it loose and accidently hits the horn in his haste to exit the car. He can see the Captain watching him with intense eyes that are completely red. Dean’s glad to give his family a warning they have arrived, whether the creature likes the plan or not.
Dean ignores the glare from the Captain, muttering “It’s this way,” before he starts up the trail he was on earlier. They walk for three miles until they come across the body Dean planted there to begin with. The Captain, frozen to the ground, gasps at the sight.
The red of his eyes shine brightly in the dark and suddenly the Captain isn’t there. In his place stands a winged creature. As Dean stares at it, he clutches at his arm, his knees buckle and his head starts to cloud. And before he knows what’s happening in front of him, the winged creature – the Captain – is right over the victim’s body.
The creature, lost in his own world begins to eat at the flesh and bones of the victim. Dean is paralyzed and can hear his racing heartbeat in his chest. He wants to do something, should do something, but he is too shocked at the sight before him.
He can vaguely hear someone shouting for him to get down. It’s Sammy. As soon as he realizes what he is hearing. Dean dives to the ground and lands hard on his chest, knocking the wind from his body. He can hear gun flares going off and the creature wail and shout.
Dean is being dragged away from the body (and how did he get there? He doesn’t remember) and wrapped up in long, strong, muscular arms. It’s Sam. His brother. Dean’s emotions get the best of him and he hugs his brother back, holding on for dear life. He can feel Sam’s heart, racing within his chest, and the rapid pulse running through his own body has him gasping for air.
Fighting against his instinct, Sam’s breathing calms. He knows Dean won’t settle until Sam has shown he is sage. Breathing in and out slowly, he encourages Dean to breathe with him. To Dean’s horror, this has him holding onto Sam even tighter.
~*~*~
Sam’s POV
As Sam and John wait for Dean and the spirit to arrive, Sam fumes over his brother. Dean risks his life again and again for the hunt and screw the consequences of those actions. Dean decided to be the bait he and his father needed him to be. Bring the Captain and show him the body. At this point, the creature will make its decision on what to do next.
Sam was reluctant on this idea, but knows that it will be for the best. And it works in their favor. His Dad gestures towards him, and Sam readies himself. He sees Dean bring the Captain, to the body, and right there the Captain changes into the winged-creature.
Sam spares a glance for his brother, and Dean is frozen. He stood there, staring at the creature who is now feeding on the victim. John and Sam exchange looks. This is when the creature is vulnerable. They have to act.
“Dean. Drop to the ground. Now!” Sam shouts at his brother. He watches in slow motion as Dean registers the words and slams his body down hard on the ground.
Sam and John shoot the flare guns at the creature and watch as it is engulfed in flames. The flames are bright, lighting up the night sky. He takes a sneak peek at Dean who has his arms around his face. A quick glance at his Dad assures him the job is done, and Sam rushes over towards Dean and grabs his hands around Dean’s ankle. Sam pulls and drags his brother to safety, far away from the burning creature.
Sam barely acknowledges his father leaving, too focused on wrapping his long arms around Dean’s shoulders and feels his brother trembling. His big brother, badass hunter, stubborn as shit, is trembling in his arms. The emotions come off him in waves, and only make Sam hold him tighter in his embrace.
He rubs his hand up and down his brothers back, trying to calm Dean, trying to calm himself! What shocks him the most is the whimper Dean let’s escape his lips and the way he wraps his own arms around Sam as tight as he possibly can. Never letting go. Not in the near future anyway.
It grounds Sam to suddenly understand that Dean is letting himself be vulnerable for Sam. Sam’s heart swells, the love for Dean getting stronger by the simple gesture of showing fear for the first time. Seeing Dean so open and emotional brings tears to his eyes. Part of Sam wants to break the tension, but he knows that there is a deeper reason for Dean to let go and not be called out on a chick-flick moment.
Right now all Sam knows is Dean has realized he can let his emotions show, let it all go.
Again, without the Winchester’s knowledge. Morpheus stands close by, watching the scene play out. The grin that plastered to his face as his brother fell to his death is still present. His passing will allow Morpheus the change to bring peace to the guilt laden, innocent victims.
Watching the exchange between the young men brings hope to his heart, hope that he can change what Epiales has done. He knows that the older brother is coming to terms with his emotions, and that those emotions scare him to his very soul.
Morpheus wants to give these men their wish. He will give the older man a dream. A dream he never thought was possible. And even though his dream is to have his brother in a more then brotherly way, they will find a way to make it work no matter what happens in the future.
~*~*~
Dean’s POV
Eventually Dean calms down enough to loosen up his grip to look at Sam. He expects to see derision, instead of the smile on Sam’s face makes him grin and relax completely in his little brother’s embrace.
It’s over.
The creature is gone and can’t hurt anyone else ever again – can never hurt his Sammy. His emotions overwhelm him, and Dean acts without thinking. Turning to his brother, Dean lands a kiss on Sam’s temple. It’s an intimate notion and chick-flick moment and it confuses him to no end. As soon as he realizes what he’s done, Dean pushes up on his feet, backing away even as Sam looks up with hurt etched on his face.
As soon as Dean sees that look he stops. Instead he reaches forward and grabs Sam’s hand, pulling him to his feet. He waits for Sam to gain his balance before they head towards the Impala. Somehow their hands lock together: it’s the only gesture Dean can manage with the emotional charge racking his body.
Dean has always loved Sam. He thought it was like a brother, and to realize that these are more than brotherly feelings? It’s a fucking shock to his system. And it scares him. Because what is there to be afraid of? If he’s honest, he’s always been afraid of what Sam would think.
But the look of hurt on Sam’s face makes him rethink his thoughts on the subject. That maybe…Maybe Sam would be ok with these feelings?
They arrive at the Impala and Dean heads to the passenger side. Sam tilts his head in surprise before grinning at his brother. Sam and Dean take their seats and drive in silence as they head to the motel for the night.
~*~*~
Dean shifts in the car and leans his head against the cold glass of the window. It feels good on his cheek and it helps him to stay calm. He peeks out of the corner of his eyes to gaze at Sam through his long lashes.
There is heat upon his brother’s cheeks, and Dean can sense his relief to get far away from the scene as possible. And there is determination. Determination to prove he can take care of another person.
This person being Dean. And Dean can admit that he wants that, wants Sam to watch over him.
He smiles weakly and leans his head back as sleep takes over. Sam hums beside him to the purr of baby. The sigh of relief escaping his lips sets the tone for the ride back to the motel.
Morpheus takes a joy ride in the back seat without ever being noticed by either brother. He beams at each young man, with pride in his heart. Out in the field, the older man accepted he had feelings, and that he deserves to express his emotions in a healthy positive way. With love and support from those around him.
Morpheus wants these man to find their way together no matter the cost. The small laugh that escapes the younger man says it all: hope, love, devotion, and passion. The feelings he has for the other man are profound it could crush him. And here is where Morpheus can help.
He will plant a small, pleasurable dream for the older man. A dream that will help him understand that the trouble they went through to achieve the knowledge that emotions are powerful was worth it. Morpheus wants to show the older brother that he is worth it, worth the dreams, and that those dreams should never be let go.
Morpheus gently places his hand on Dean’s left shoulder and squeezes. This is the moment he induces the dream within his host. A thank you gift for saving others and his own self.
It was all worth it to give a gift of hope to others that has been lost for some time.
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Sam’s POV
Sam watches his brother sleep in the car and smiles at the slight erotic noises coming from Dean. Dean slides further down his seat and his hands are by his sides. His fist clench and unclench as the sounds increase in volume. Sam blushes, because what is Dean dreaming about, and he laughs warmly at the thought. Will they finally be on the same page?
They are about 15 minutes away from the motel when Dean moans, “Sammy.” His voice is raspy and low. Dean’s hips turn upwards to get relief, and Sam can see the bulge of Dean’s jeans. He gasps at the sight of his older brother in the midst of a sex dream: a sex dream about him. A flush covers Sam’s body at the mere speculation going on in his brother’s mind.
Luck is with them and Sam pulls up into the space right in front of their room. Sam unbuckles his seatbelt and goes to do the same with Dean’s. He gets the belt off and then Sam can only sit back and watch the show. Dean seems to be at the end of his dream. He thrashes in the seat as his hips rise up and down looking for friction. His fist clench and unclench in unison. One last thrust of his hips Dean lets go and shouts, “Sammy.”
Dean awakes with a jerk, and his eyes fly to Sam. Embarrassment is written clearly on Dean’s face and he quickly gets out of the car.
Sam can’t wait to see what happens.
~*~*~
Sam takes a look at Dean and nods in the direction of the room. Dean avoids his gaze and rearranges his coat. Sam smiles to himself. The awkward, silence in the air makes him feel like he is on his first date, each person deciding who will take the next step and kiss.
Sam’s breathing becomes rapid, as his body fills with anticipation for what is to come. He opens the door and heads inside. Turning on the light, Sam sits heavily on the bed and waits. Sam stares out the door, waiting on Dean to make a decision.
He waits for what feels like eternity.
Soon though, he hears unsure footsteps towards the door, followed by a barely there knock as Dean makes it over the threshold. He rubs the back of his neck, blinks his eyes rapidly, and bites his bottom lip. Dean seems younger in the doorway of the motel standing their hesitantly moving from one foot to the other.
Then he stops moving and whispers, “Sammy,” Sam has to lean forward to make sure he heard what Dean said.
Then Dean is in the room and has the door closed. Standing there with his hands in his pockets like a lost soul, not sure what to do next.
His big, badass, womanizer, brother, is out of his element and embarrassed at wanting what he saw in his dreams. A dream that has shown Dean that he is worthy of having his dreams answered.
Sam quickly stands and heads over to Dean before coming to a stop in front of him. Dean tenses as he approaches and is quick to drop his gaze towards the floor.
Sam gently rests his hand on his brother’s shoulder and squeezes in reassurance. He notices the change in Dean’s breathing and how his frame shudders in this moment. While they have never been afraid to share things with each other, this may be too much, over the top, for either of them to deal with.
Sam moves his hand slowly up to Dean’s cheek and feels the heat as it seeps into his palm. He stares at Dean the entire time, waiting until his brother looks up and they lock eyes with one another.
The intensity of the emotions reflected in his brother’s eyes make Sam want to wrap his arms around Dean and never let him go. He wishes that Dean never put these brick walls up and buried his emotion from the start. But the fact he is letting Sam in now brings him hope.
“Sammy?” Dean whispers. He is shaking.
Sam knows what he has to do. “Dean, it’s okay. It’s okay to have these feelings. These dreams. I – I want you and I know you want me. Show me.” Sam tells Dean with as much reassurance and acceptance as he has.
Dean’s neck and cheeks get even redder at the words. Sam grins that he can make his brother blush and be shy like a teenage girl. He will never be a girl, far from it, but pleased to know his brother isn’t hiding his feelings like he usually would.
“Sam – Sammy. I – I do have these feelings. I – I – I think I always had feelings for you. I don’t know what to do. But then I had a dream. I – it was you and me. We were happy. Together.” He looks down and away, clearly gathering his thoughts, “I – I’ll try.”
“Dean. It’s okay. I’ve always wanted more. And surprisingly, this hunt helped us see it.” Sam’s words are confident, even though he is nervous about his brother’s reaction.
Sam notices Dean has his hands out of his pockets and is reaching for Sam’s coat pockets. Something to hold on to, he guesses. Sam can see the anxious look on Dean’s face, and he leans forward and their lips touch in a chaste kiss. Dean’s hands grip his brother’s coat pockets for leverage and to ground him.
Sam breaks the chaste kiss and takes a breath as Dean pushes forward and claims Sam in a heated kiss. Sam wraps his arms around his shoulders and cards his fingers through Dean’s short hair. A soft moan escapes Dean’s throat and it vibrates against Sam’s mouth. A shiver passes through him at finally being able to taste his brother.
Dean breaks the kiss by leaning his forehead against Sam’s. A small smile crosses his face when he hears Dean’s raspy voice call him, “Sammy.”
It’s an answer to both of their dreams and prayers. Dean is finally taking what he wants and deserves in life, and it’s overwhelming for both of them. Sam put Dean in charge when he said show me, and he is quite fine with it.
Until actually Sam pulls Dean in for a kiss full of hunger and need, and then there is teeth crashing and tongue clashing for dominance. Sam can’t be sure who wants it more, him or Dean, although Sam has the upper hand as Dean shivers and moans, leaning against his tall frame.
Sam walks them back towards the door and they fall heavy against it. They break their kiss at the impact and suck in air before Dean can snake his hands around his brother’s waist to close the distance. Sam yelps in surprise before grinning wide at the eagerness inside of Dean.
The need and want so powerful to and it’s being with Sam that makes it all that more meaningful.
Dean grabs a fist full of his shirt and pulls Sam against his body before he attacks Sam’s mouth. Sam’s hands roam over his brother’s chest, shoulders, and arms. He can feel the flex of muscles beneath the soft flannel shirt and worn fitted denims.
Sam’s hands move lower and lower until he reaches Dean’s ass. He palms the soft globes, before holding each cheek in his hands and then he squeezes. Dean throws his head back and it cracks against the door behind him. He whimpers and moans in pure pleasure at Sam’s ministrations.
He sucks at Dean’s collarbone, even as he lets his hands drift lower. Once Sam’s hands are in position he grabs Dean’s thighs and lefts him up the wall. Dean’s eyes go wide, a flush rises on his cheeks, even as he wraps his bowlegs around Sam’s waist. He holds on for dear life because this is getting serious.
Dean sees Sam’s expression and hastens to reassure him. “Sammy. I’m okay. This – I never done this before. Please, Sam.” Dean tells him almost begging with want. A want Sam has never witnessed before in his brother. It’s nice to see for a change.
“Dean. I know. It’s okay. I – I’ve never done this either. But I’ve got you.” Sam soothes Dean as he presses their bodies tight against the wall, supporting Dean with his body so he can release his hands. He grabs Dean’s face in his hands and locks their eyes. Sam uses this time to show Dean how much he cares, wants, needs, and loves his brother.
Dean nods his head in agreement, smiles shyly and kisses him chastely in acknowledgement of what is happening between them.
And that’s it for the innocence. Dean grinds his hips down against Sam and a deep, guttural moan escapes him. Sam is overwhelmed. The heat and love he feels for Dean is so strong he can’t stand it. Sam pulls Dean in for a heated kiss and easily gains dominance. He grins as he pushes his hips against Dean and feels him wiggling in pure ecstasy.
Each time Sam grinds up, Dean pushes down, it’s a steady rhythm so they don’t lose their balance in their precarious position against the wall. Dean tongue fucks Sam to the speed of their thrusts as his breathing begins to speed up before Sam breaks the kiss, and places butterfly kisses along Dean’s jaw and neck working his way towards his collarbone.
Their thrusts increase as they seek release, wanting to please each other in a manner that speaks volumes in the heat of passion. Dean begins to writhe and wriggle as a slight “O” forms his lips. Sam knows he’s close.
Sam thrusts and pushes his hips as hard as he can against Dean and then Dean is coming and shouting, “Sammy – Sammy!”
He grinds his hips against Dean to help him ride out his orgasm all the while pushing towards his own release. It overtakes him and then Sam is the one shouting, “Dean!” as he collapses against his brother.
Sam leans against Dean and presses them tight to the wall to keep their balance. Now would not be a good time to fall. Resting his forehead on Dean’s, Sam gazes at Dean’s soft smile upon his lips before he kisses them softly.
He needs to know what is going on in his brother’s head. Wants to know if this was enough for him to understand Sam’s love for him.
“Dean? Dean, look at me. You okay? Are we okay? I want this with you Dean. I love you.” Sam whispers nervously, gazing into his brother’s eyes.
“Sammy. Sammy, I’m okay. We – We are okay. I – I want this too, Sam. God help me I do. I – I – I love you.” Dean says. The vulnerability shining off his brother hits him in waves and radiates through his body.
The feelings and emotions pouring out of Dean is beautiful. Sam can almost touch them. It’s a side of his brother he wants to see all the time. He wants Dean to know it is okay to have emotions and to express them to others without feeling out of place.
He knows it’s a long road ahead, that it’s a journey they will be on for a life time.
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I love it at the end how Dean goes from all shy to grinding down on Sam. hehehe :-)
and now Sam is going to show Dean how they can have their happy ever after <3
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Thank you!!! I owe this to you - all your support, help and guidance pulled this story together. Thank you for helping me and being my beta.
Dean just needs a push in the right direction. Shy and hesitant about what he wants but nervous about expressing what he wants in the long run!!!
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It is different! I'm glad you really liked it.
It means the world to me that it's something you never read before and that it was awesome!!
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<3
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I am pleased you loved this fic!!!
I have a wonderful time writing it!!
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I just love the setting of the story, Sam and Dean being on a case with their dad tagging along and what an interesting case it was.
Epiales was one scary dude with his red eyes, Morpheus was the nicer of the two and I was very happy that he showed Dean through his dreams what he could have.
Adore the ending with them finally admitting how they feel about each other and those kisses were smoking hot.
Dean being shy at first but when the heat of the moment takes him over, oh boy was that deliciously good to read about.
Thanks for sharing.
*hugs*
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Thank you again for being my Alpha reader and for all your support and suggestions.
I'm really proud of this story and I'm glad you enjoyed my original characters and the roles they played.
I love shy and unsure Dean and when the moment hits him he becomes all aggressive!!!
Hugz <3
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I liked it the first time round and this version is so much better :) I've said it before and I'll say it again- you write darned good love scenes Mrs <3 <3
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Thank you again for being my beta!! I appreciate the help, support, suggestions to make this story into what it is today!
Thank you for your comment about my love scenes...you are making me blush!!
Hugz <3