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The hunt was quite easy, after a couple of days of research Dean and Sam understood what they had to do to get rid of the woman in white and avoid further murders of unfaithful men.
But still their father was not in Jericho so Dean had to keep looking. Of course he would have dropped Sam to college again, even if they hadn't found their father. A promise was a promise.
On their way to the motel Sam kept thinking about what the woman in white had said to him. She told him he would be unfaithful. Of course it could have been just a stupid excuse she made to justify ripping Sam's heart out of his body, but it still mad Sam think. What if she knew what she was talking about, Sam had never thought about cheating on Jessica but he couldn't totally exclude this option. This thought mad him even more anxious, if he really loved her why couldn't he be sure about not cheating on her?
"Sam, I can hear you thinking it's annoying. Speak or stop it"
"Sorry, I was just thinking about what that woman told me"
"She was trying to kill you whatever she told you doesn't matter"
Of course these words didn't calm Sam at all.
Back at the motel Dean went under the shower without even telling Sam, that was how bad he needed it.
These days spent with Dean made Sam think about a lot of things but most importantly made him think about the possible reasons why he didn't react as bad as he should have when Dean confessed him his love.
Thinking about it calmly it wasn't normal that he simply accepted it. Sam should have been disgusted or at least he should be a bit reluctant in being near Dean. And he was the night Dean came to take him on this trip, but it was just because they hadn't spoken in the previous year and a half.
Now it was different, it seemed like that conversation never took place.
Sam kept thinking how during the time they spent together a couple of years before it happened quite often that people mistaken them for lovers. And thought about how he never cared. And maybe - just maybe - he was a little bit in love with Dean too.
Which made him even more worried about his future. In a few hours he would have been back in college with his girlfriend - soon to be fiancée - and how he suddently didn't want to be with her, he didn't want to be back in college and didn't want to take that stupid interview for that stupid job. He wanted to be with Dean, in every way.
***
Dean had never felt dirtier. As soon as the hot water started to flow he was inside. The pressure wasn't the best but it felt amazing anyway. Of course being in the shower led to an unpleasant conversation Dean had to have with himself.
Obviously Sam's presence back in his life made old feelings come flooding back. He felt home, comfort and something that was quite similar to peace after years of war. All the emotions Dean had tried to forget about came back with more strength than before and Dean genuinely thought he was gonna drown in them.
He didn't, in the middle of this thoughts the cold water started to flow awakening Dean from his status of trance.
***
Dean got out of the shower and quickly dressed himself before going to bed and slip a bit less than three hours before waking up again and taking Sam back to his life without Dean.
When Dean got out of the bathroom Sam was still awake.
"I thought you were already asleep"
"Actually I was waiting for you. I wanted to talk to you"
The sentence that could make even the most cold hearted people skip a heartbeat.
"So talk"
Sam giggled.
"I don't really know how to start this conversation"
"Sam it's two in the am, could you just spit it out"
"It's not easy for me to admit it, especially after what happened a few months ago. But I love you Dean"
"No stop it, you don't get to love me, not after what we've been through and not after Jessica"
At this point it was Dean's which was talking, Dean was hurt after his confession to Sam and was not going to let himself be hurt again.
"I know but I realized how wrong I was. Dean I've always loved you, since I was a child and you used to take care of me and you never stopped. I loved you when I jumped from the shed and broke my arm. I remember how you drove me to the ER on your handlebars. I loved you when I bought you the necklace you're still wearing just because I thought you would have liked it and I loved you when Jess and I became a couple. She reminded me of you that's why it was her. Every choice I made in my life was because I love you Dean"
Dean was having difficulties to breathe but this didn't seem to stop Sam from getting dangerously close. In a blink of an eye Sam's lips were on Dean's stopping him from saying anything he wanted to.
It was delicate and insecure, neither of the two brothers knew how to move or what to do next. Eventually they both relaxed and Dean opened his mouth letting Sam's tongue in. Dean's hand touched hesitantly Sam's soft skin and this made Sam shiver.
Their tongues were savoring each other mouth for the first time and it was ecstastic. Soon Sam took control of the kiss and pushed gently Dean against the wall deepening the kiss. Soon they broke the kiss to breath and with just the hint of a glare between them Sam and Dean kissed again going towards the bed and falling on it without ending their contact.
The two separated for a brief moment just enough time for Dean to ask Sam if he was sure about what was going to happen. Sam replied by kissing Dean again and went for the hem of Dean’s shirt. It came off smoothly and Sam threw it somewhere in the room.
Sam quickly undressed the both of them until there were just their underwear separating their skin. Sam nibbled Dean’s neck and started to caress his erection through the thin layer of clothing.
Dean’s hands soon found Sam’s hair and securely hold it. Sam was now leaving a flaming trail of sloppy kisses on Dean’s neck and chest. He stopped just to lick one of Dean’s nipples and continued to lower himself on Dean’s body. Just a few inches before the hem of Dean’s underwear he stopped again looking in a very lascivious way in Dean’s eyes.
“You know there’s no coming back from now on?”
It was more of a statement than a question, but Sam wanted to be sure it was mutual. Dean simply nodded since he wasn’t able to form proper words. With this acknowledgement Sam undressed Dean of the last piece of clothing and Dean’s cock jumped up.
It was just a bit shorter than Sam’s but equally thick. Sam took it in his hand and was surprised to see how familiar this felt. He began to move his fist up and down stopping every once in a while to give more attention to its head. Dean was a whimpering mess at this point and the real fun hadn’t began yet.
Not much later from Dean’s cock started to leak precome so Sam stopped gaining a moan of disappointment from Dean.
“Shush babe, this is going to be so much better”
Dean shivered at the pet name Sam gave him.
“Hurry up. I want to feel you”
Sam felt a rush of pleasure at Dean’s words, which reminded he was still in his underwear. He almost tore it off his body and went for the lube his brother always kept in his bag just in case.
As soon as Sam found it he was on Dean again in no time. Sam squeezed a fair amount in his hand to warm it up.
“On your stomach Dean”
“No, I want to look at you while you fuck me”
Sam’s cock seemed to appreciate what Dean told him, but Sam’s intent was to make this as enjoyable as possible for Dean and consequently for himself.
“I don’t think that is the best position you know?”
“I don’t care Sam just fucking hurry up”
This was all Sam needed to start fingering Dean. Of course Dean wasn’t stupid and put one of the pillows under his hips to help Sam. The younger Winchester started to play with Dean’s entrance pushing his finger against it but without actually put it in. At Dean’s exasperated whimper Sam pushed it in. It entered fairly easily which made Sam wonder.
“Has anyone ever touched you here?”
Dean moaned at the feeling of Sam’s finger.
“Answer me Dean”
Sam’s tone was demanding but somehow still just slightly more than a whisper.
“No one has ever fucked me if that’s what you wanted to know. But i might have tried fo finger myself”
Dean almost panted which made Sam proud of himself.
“So I’m popping your cherry”
Sam’s tone was mocking but deep down he was glad he was Dean’s first - and hopefully last - since just thinking about someone else touching his Dean made him furious.
“Shut up and fuck me before I get old”
Sam moved his hand slowly, teasingly and when he noticed Dean was comfortable he inserted a second digit. Moving it at different angles Sam finally found what he aimed for. When he touched Dean’s prostate Dean’s back arched from the bed and Dean let out a moan which was worthy of a porn star.
After Sam inserted the third finger Dean impatiently spoke.
“Please Sam just fuck me I need it”
Dean in that brief amount of time had passed from being Sam’s cocky brother to Sam’s begging brother which was such a turn on Sam thought he could come just from Dean’s desperate voice.
Since Dean hadn’t mentioned it Sam thought it was fine for him not to use any condoms, Sam wanted to feel Dean bare and probably Dean wanted it too. Sam used another bit of the lobe to coat his cock and Dean’s entrance and in a smooth motion he was inside Dean.
It was the most amazing feeling Sam ever experienced, it was so warm and tight and knowing who he was in made Sam want to fuck Dean roughly. He appealed to all his strength to keep still and let Dean adjust.
Dean on the other hand had never felt this full and not just because he was literally full of Sam’s cock, but he felt full of love and appreciation. The way Sam’s hand was caressing his waist and how Sam looked at him it was everything Dean had ever wanted but never dared to hope.
Just a glance was enough to make the two brother understand each other and when Dean looked Sam with eyes filled with lust and something else which resembled love. Sam withdrew and pushed back in hitting Dean’s prostate in the process.
Both of them moaned long and loud. Soon Sam found a steady rhythm and started to fuck Dean properly holding on to Dean’s waist so hard it would have left bruises the day after. In that moment something had changed between them. It wasn’t just lust and wanting to get laid with your brother. It was so much more, it was familiarity, friendship, complicity. It was years of denying and hiding feelings. It was a pure explosion of love and it felt like home.
Dean’s moans filled the room, he was the loud one in bed, Sam was quieter but he felt every cell in his body being contaminated by Dean and he didn’t care. Too soon Sam’s rhythm began to be less steady and more erratic. They were both close.
“Come for me Dean, can you do that? Without touching yourself?”
Of course Dean did what Sam told him and cam a few thrust later. At the vision of Dean blissed out and the feeling of his channel contracting him Sam came too.
Sam pulled out of Dean collapsed on him. They rolled on the side and Sam big spooned Dean. They rolled on the side and Sam big spooned Dean who was still recovering from the best orgasm in his life. Sam felt the need to speak.
“That was amazing”
“It really was”
“What does it mean for us Dean”
“It means what you want it to mean Sam”
“I want to be with you. Like in a real relationship. I’ll leave Jessica tomorrow and Stanford and it will be the two of us hunting monsters again”
“Sounds like a plan but I won’t let you waste your future”
“I’m nor wasting it, I’m just… improving it. And there’s nothing you can say to make me change my mind”
“Fine”
“Hey Dean I love you”
“I love you too”
But there was one thought which crept in Sam’s mind: the woman in white was right, he had been unfaithful.
But that was a thought for the next morning.