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“You two? A couple? Yeah, sorry, I’m not buying it.”
Dean groaned inwardly, trying to keep the irritation off his face. He and Sam were trying to crash this gay whatever event because something was fucking killing people in there and after that run in with the religious fanatic who leashed a reaper Dean knew there was no way that this particular series of deaths was a coincidence.
“Normally it wouldn’t be like this, but you know with the recent string of hate crimes we have to be careful, right?”
Dean was about to mutter something under his breath along the lines of that’s what we’re trying to do something about you moron, but Sam was pulling Dean around to face him, looking at him like Sam only ever really looked at him when he almost died. Which was like every week but whatever. Sam was looking at him like he wanted to tell Dean how much he loved him with his eyes alone. The intensity of it caught Dean a little off guard.
Sam’s hands were on his face.
Sam was kissing him.
Dean’s hands came up to Sam’s waist on instinct.
Sam’s lips were parted slightly, tongue not quite breaching Dean’s mouth. It felt good. Really fucking good, because this was Sam who Dean loved more than anyone else in the world and it felt like he was trying to pour all of his love for Dean into the kiss and he had just been looking at him like - well - some things just aren’t like anything else.
Dean kissed him back, pressing his lips into his brother’s. He pushed his tongue against Sam’s and oh God Dean was hard.
The security guard cleared his throat.
“Okay I get it you two are a couple. That really wasn’t necessary.”
Sam and Dean broke apart and Sam started talking with the man at the desk, getting their tickets and whatever else they needed. Dean was glad Sam was taking care of it because he was still reeling from the kiss.
Do I confront Sam about it? I really don’t want to have this conversation, but he was the one who kissed me. I mean it would be weird if I didn’t say anything, right?
As soon as the door to their room shut behind them Dean rounded on Sam.
“Hey man what the fuck was that back there?”
“It just seemed like the fastest was to convince him we were a couple!” Sam snapped, defensive.
“That’s not what I’m talking about. I mean why- You kissed me like you meant it, you know?” Dean looked down and away from Sam, unable to meet his eyes.
“I figured it would be more believable if you believed it. If I’d just given you a peck on the lips you would’ve laughed and we’d’ve gotten kicked out.”
“Yeah, it was believable all right,” Dean said, somewhere between a scoff and a chuckle.
“I really am sorry if I made you uncomfortable Dean, I get that it’s all kinds of wrong-"
“It didn’t feel wrong. It just felt like… you. I think I kinda liked it,” Dean said with as cocky a smile as he could muster to offset what he was saying.
“Yeah, I think I kinda liked it too. Good thing because we’re stuck playing couple until we leave here. Though couples don’t really kiss like that normally.”
“Like what?”
Sam sighed. “I know it’s been a while since you did the whole actual relationship thing but c’mon man. Like they’re-" Sam was going to say “in love” but that wasn’t quite right either, was it? Instead, he settled for teasing Dean in one of his usual ways. “Actual committed couples who aren’t just one-night stands don’t kiss with tongue every time. It’s more like closed mouth kisses, holding hands, that kind of thing.”
“Huh. Yeah. It’s been a while since either of us did any of that stuff. We should probably practice so it comes across believable.”
Dean tried not to hold his breath. He’d never really had any interest in doing those things with girls, even in his approximately two romantic relationships. But with Sam? It might look like all the right kinds of signals of a relationship to outsiders, but it wasn’t just that. He loved Sam and Sam loved him and he kind of really wanted to feel what it would be like to try and express that love through those things. He loved hugging Sam, he loved touching Sam, he loved being next to Sam, he loved talking to Sam. None of these other things were any different than those things - they just hadn’t done them before.
“Yeah, I guess we should. Here, sit on the bed and turn to face me. Yeah okay.”
Sam brought a hand up to Dean’s face, leaned in, and quickly pressed his lips to Dean’s before pulling away. Dean’s stomach did a flip. It was soft and nice, same as it was with a girl, but this was Sam.
Sam laughed. “Okay now try kissing me back.”
This time Dean returned the pressure of Sam’s lips. It didn’t feel like an obligation to give in return for sex and companionship or a performance for an audience outside the relationship. It felt like a way of saying “I like having you this close to me,” like a way of signaling you liked being in the same space with someone the same as any other casual touch when you walk into a room and someone you love is there.
They kissed lightly a few more times, Dean reveling in the feeling, before Sam pulled away.
“Okay, let’s try some other stuff now. Here.”
Sam stood up and held out his right hand. Dean took it with his left, threading their fingers together. He felt the callouses on Sam’s hands from holding knives and guns, the scars crisscrossing them from countless fights. He found he never wanted to let go - like this he could have Sam attached to him wherever they went. As long as they were playing couple on this case no one would find it strange at all if he kept ahold of Sam the whole time. He felt giddy at the thought.
They walked the length of the room together, automatic matching of their steps making the adjustment to walking hand in hand easy. Dean took the opportunity to steer Sam as he wished.
Sam chuckled softly. “That’s another thing. The way you touch me in public normally? Probably shouldn’t do that unless you want people thinking I’m your battered wife or something.”
Dean stares at Sam for a moment, not understanding.
“You move me wherever you want me to go, hands on my shoulders or waist or pulling me by my clothes. That’s good when we’re on a hunt - we’ve got to keep each other out of danger - and honestly, I like it the same way you liked when I kissed you. But normal people don’t touch each other like that, Dean, especially not couples. It’ll come across way too controlling here.”
Dean was delighted to hear that Sam liked Dean’s hands on him, but his stomach plummeted at the thought of having to stop, even for a few days. They were still on a hunt after all, and Sammy could get hurt.
“You can go right back to touching me like normal when we leave here, but for now you’ll have to practice making those touches look like you’re steering a partner rather than pushing me around.”
They practiced walking with Dean’s palm against the small of Sam’s back, guiding him around the room. The way that Sam was letting him control him so completely while not in active threat of danger was sending blood rushing to his dick. He wanted to keep Sam close to him, as close as possible, maybe even held down underneath him, but he still hadn’t decided whether he actually wanted to do anything about the boner he was getting from all of this.
Sam stopped letting Dean steer him, tugging Dean over to sit again.
“Something else.” Sam blushed for the first time since they’d started playing couple. “You could. Um.” He smiled nervously. “I think it would make sense if you wanted to brush my hair out of my face?”
A smile broke out over Dean’s face. On one hand he desperately wanted to tease Sam for asking that, but on the other Dean constantly had to restrain himself from brushing Sam’s hair out of his face. It was part “I have no idea how he can stand that” and part overwhelming desire to take care of Sammy that drove everything he did.
“You have no idea how hard it is to not do that.”
He reached out and gently brushed his fingers through the strands of hair falling in front of Sam’s face. Sam’s eyes fluttered shut and he leaned against Dean’s hand. Dean’s heart twisted in his chest. Sam looked so tired, like the weight of everything that had happened to him was finally too much and he was ready to let Dean take care of him. Dean carded his fingers through Sam’s hair, more petting than the casual couple touches they were supposed to be practicing, but Dean was content to sit here, allowed to touch his brother and just make him feel good for a while.
When they’d exhausted the possible ways of behaving like a couple Dean didn’t want to stop touching Sam.
“Did you really like it?”
“What?”
“Earlier when you said you liked kissing me. Did you mean it?”
“Yeah Dean, I meant it. I can’t quite describe it but - it’s not quite like kissing a girl I’m in love with, I mean it is but it’s just like it’s a different kind of love that I’m conveying with it. So yeah, I liked it.”
Dean beamed.
“Do you wanna do it some more?”
“Yeah.”
Sam pressed his slightly parted lips to Dean’s for the second time, tongue flicking out into his mouth. Dean closed his eyes and kissed back, moaning softly at the feeling. Sam’s tongue slid over his, sending heat pooling in his stomach. They kissed languidly for a while, reveling in each other’s closeness. Eventually Sam pulled Dean so they were lying down together, hitching his leg up over Dean’s hip. He could feel Sam’s hardon against him, and the decision that Dean’s brain and his dick couldn’t make before suddenly snapped into place. If Sam was horny and would let Dean do something about it, Dean wanted to be the one to get him off.
He reached for the fly of Sam’s jeans and pulled away just enough to speak.
“This okay?” he asked, his voice coming out rougher than he’d expected.
“Yeah. Yeah, it is,” Sam whispered. He wanted to tease Dean with something about him wanting this for a long time, buying porn for him and watching just a bit too intently whenever Sam kissed someone in front of him, but he couldn’t bring himself to make light of this right now; it was so much more than Dean getting horny about Sam’s sex life – this was more about expressing love than it was about just getting off.
Sam worked his hand down between them as well, getting Dean’s jeans open and pulling out his cock. Dean’s fingers dug into Sam’s hip as he squeezed his eyes shut and tried to steady his breathing. Sam was touching his dick, and as much as that was really fucking hot, it was also overwhelmingly, heart-stoppingly intimate. He slotted their lips back together, trying to kiss Sam like that first time Sam kissed him over an hour earlier, as if he was trying to pour all his love and devotion and need into the kiss.
He got his hand around Sam’s cock and started jerking him off with firm strokes, trying to make his baby brother feel good. Sam whined into his mouth at the feeling before moving to get both of their cocks within his grip. Dean’s brain short-circuited at the feeling of Sam’s dick against his, but he got the message and did the same. They moved their hands in time with one another, years by each other’s sides making their synchronicity second nature, the same as walking in lockstep.
Sam was here, pressed up against him, breath ghosting over Dean’s face. He was safe and he was Dean’s and he wanted to be here, loving Dean like Dean loved him. They came together, come splashing over each other’s dicks, and fuck if that wasn’t hot too.
They lay there together catching their breath, hesitant to separate. Dean moved up the bed until he could tuck Sam’s head under his chin like when they were kids. They would have to get out there and finish this hunt tomorrow, but for tonight Sam was letting Dean love him and that was all he needed.