Dirty Dancing
Title: Dirty Dancing
Author: beatlemaniac9
Rating: PG-13
Pairing(s): Wincest
Warnings: Wincest?
Summary: Sam plans on doing a bit of dirty dancing for Dean...
A/N: for aythia
Sam waited until he heard the roar of the impala’s engine outside the motel room to press ‘play’ on the old walkman. It was rigged up to a pair of portable speakers Dean had gotten him for Christmas the previous year. Considering how Dean is about music, it was a grand gesture that Sam would never forget, because Dean would have had to have known that Sam would use them to play his music that Dean generally dislikes.
But Dean would like this…
Sam, dressed only in an ill fitting t-shirt and a pair of his brother’s equally tight boxer-briefs, prepared to dance around to AC/DC for him.
“Rock and Roll Ain’t Noise Pollution” was a great song to snap and roll your hips seductively to. But when he turned around a moment after he heard the door open, it wasn’t just Dean standing there with his jaw on the floor.
Shit.
Dad.
Dad was home, too, and he got the full show. Sam fumbled to stop the walkman, silently cursing himself for not considering that Dad could possibly be home when he said he would be. Once the music stopped, he stood, staring off at a random point on the wall.
“What’s going on here, Sam?” John finally spoke.
“Nothing!” Sam snapped, voice an octave higher than he would have liked.
Five minutes found him sitting on the edge of the bed, waiting for his father to say anything more. After catching the lie, John signaled for his younger son to sit.
“Okay…” He finally spoke. “I get the dancing. People do crazy shit when they’re alone. But why the hell are you wearing your brother’s clothes?”
“Well, the shirt’s actually mine. Dean just used to borrow it all the time. Without asking. As far as the underclothes, sir, I ran out of my own. I need to go to the Laundromat.” Sam didn’t exactly lie. He just didn’t tell the full truth. Dean had left some boxers behind for him, fully aware of Sam’s need for laundry. He knew full well, though, that Dean loved seeing him in these. They showed of his… “assets” well.
“And what the hell’re you staring at, boy?” he asked Dean.
“Uh…nothing, sir.” Dean answered far too slowly for his father’s liking. John motioned for him to sit next to Sam.
“One of you gonna tell me what’s really going on?”
Neither boy wanted to have to tell their father the truth. The truth that, for about a year, they’ve been sexually involved was hard to even admit to themselves. And the fact that they were in love didn’t help, either. They had both agreed that it would have to stay between them.
“Well? Dean?” John asked, turning to his elder boy. When Dean failed to speak, Sam finally gained the courage to do so.
“I did it on purpose to mess with Dean.” John turned to his younger boy, still not fully believing the story.
“To mess with Dean, how?”
“I like Sam, alright?” Dean piped in. “Like, a lot. He did it because he knew I’d like it.
“You…like…Sam? What do you mean, you ‘like’ Sam?”
“I’m in love with him. We have sex. I haven’t slept with anyone else since Sam and I started whatever this thing is between us!” Dean was practically shouting, something he would never ordinarily do to his father. Dean’s wide eyes betrayed his fear immediately after he closed his mouth.
“Sam, do you love Dean, too?” He asked, looking at anything but his boys.
“Yes.” Sam stated, simply but firmly.
“Okay then.” John spoke, grabbing his bag and exiting the room. A few tense moments passed before either boy was able to speak again.
“So,” Dean breathed near Sam’s ear as he crawled across the bed to his lover. “AC/DC, huh?”
“Yeah,” Sam moaned, “I hear my boyfriend’s got a real kink for them.”
“It’s no kinkier than those damn clothes, Sammy.” Dean nuzzled his nose in the crook of Sam’s neck.
“Did you mean it, Dean? When you told Dad you were in love with me.” Sam pulled back to examine his brother’s face.
“Dean straight I did, little brother. I always have, and I always will.” Dean smiled, taking Sam’s hand in his own.
“I meant it, too.”
“Good.” Dean leaned in, once again, and brought his lips to pass gently over Sam’s before deepening into a kiss.
Sometimes, dirty dancing is the best way to show how much you care.