A Different Kind of Crossroads Dean/Sam part 2
Dean woke to the sound of his cell phone ringing. He slapped at the night stand, trying to remember where he left it the night before. When his eyes fluttered open to meet the dark hotel room, his mind's eye filled with the days endeavors. He could picture his jeans, lying in a disheveled mound next to Sam's clothes. Soft skin grazed his arm and he knew in an instant that his brother was next to him. Suddenly, Sam's heavy arm flung around him, pulling Dean into the long line of his arousal.
"Sam?" Dean whispered into the dark of the room.
Sam fidgeted, tightening his grasp and throwing his leg across Dean's naked thighs. His nose nuzzled at the back of Dean's ear, sending shock waves through the older brother's spine.
"Sam!" Dean tried again, his voice thick and pleading.
His brother sighed into his ear, confusion ringing in his voice. "Dean."
Lips pouting, Dean pulled out Sam's grasp, wrestling his legs free of the heavy weight. He sat up on the edge of the bed, waiting for Sam to emerge from his sleepy fog. Sam's hand cupped his shoulder, the warmth through his tense limbs. "Dean, we didn't do anything wrong."
His green eyes glowed with unshed tears. "Sam," his voice caught. "Blood isn't everything. I held you when you were a baby." The deep grovel laced with sobs. "I was supposed to protect you. Does this look like protecting?"
Sam loosened his grip on his brother's shoulder. He swallowed as he watched the muscles tighten in Dean's shoulder's, building a wall to save them both from themselves.
"It's wrong, Sam! You have to know that!"
Sam hung his head, fighting the urge to pull Dean toward him and hold him. "Yeah, sure Dean."
Dean stood up, gathering his clothes and heading toward the bathroom. "Good, now. Call Bobby. I know he's worried." The door slammed between them.
Sam rummaged through his pockets and dialed the cell. He waited for Bobby to answer, not sure what to say. "Hello Sam? Did ya find your brother?" Sam listened to the uncharacteristic quiver in Bobby's voice.
"Yeah, I got him. I mean, he's fine. A bit shaken, but fine." Sam pulled the blanket up around his naked body as if trying to hide from the older hunter.
There was a beat before Bobby spoke. "I hate to do this now, of all times now." His tone was soft and apoligetic. "There's a friend of mine about 50 miles away from you boys, who needs some help."
"No, Bobby, hey, the job doesn't stop, we know." Sam tugged his clothes off the floor, listening to the water from Dean's shower.
"Alright, he'll meet you tomorrow around 5 at a bar called the Moonlight. He thinks he's found a pack of werewolves."
"Moonlight? Werewolves? Seriously?" Sam gasped as Dean stepped out of the bathroom, hair slicked back and wet, chest glistening with water droplets.
"You okay boy? Are you choking?" Bobby's concern jumped through the phone.
Dean shot a dirty look at Sam, dragging his t-shirt over his head. The thin fabric clung to his damp body, only drawing more attention from the larger hunter still naked on the bed. "I'm fine Bobby. Tomorrow. We'll be there." Sam's throat was suddenly dry.
Dean dried his hair with the towel, leaving it shooting out of his head at all angles. "So, is . . . Bobby okay. You told him I'm fine right?"
"Yeah, and he's sending us on a job tomorrow." Sam's eye's scanned the length of Dean's leg, poured into his dark blue jeans.
"I think that's, great." Dean's voice caught for a moment, a sound only Sam would notice. "Let's get back out there and do what we do best. So, what's the story?"
"We meet a friend of Bobby's at the Moonlight Bar, about fifty miles from here to talk about werewolves." Sam fidgeted in the bed to hide his arousal.
"Ha! Werewolves at the Moonlight. Okay, so let's. . ." Dean stared at the blanket that wrapped around Sam, finding the bit of skin that peaked out from underneath. "Get yourself dressed, Sammy. We've got werewolves to gank." He turned quickly, heading back to the bathroom to hide.
"We. . . " The door slammed between them. He yelled louder. "We aren't meeting him till tomorrow night." The door opened between them. Dean's mouth wrapped around his toothbrush. Sam sighed. "Maybe, we could. . . grab a bite together?"
Dean squinted at his brother, hiding the flutter that filled his chest. He leaned in and spit in the bathroom sink. "What are you saying?"
Sam expelled the air that burned his lungs. "I'm saying. . . .I'm hungry."
"Alright!" Dean finished his brushing. Then joined Sam in the bedroom. "Whatta ya want? Burgers? Pizza? oh. Tacos!!" The grin lit up his face.
"Seriously?" Sam screwed up his face in a disgusted manner. "I'm lying in a bed we shared. Naked! And you are deciding between tacos and burgers?"
"Or pizza. You like pizza." Dean mumbled.
"Really Dean? You wanna just sweep this under the carpet?" Sam scoffed, his blanket going unnoticed by him as it inched it's way down his torso, revealing his tan skin pulled tight over his abdomen.
"Shut up, Sam!" Dean's tone took on a warning.
"Shut up? Nice one Dean." Sam stood up, his naked body inches from Dean. "I'm just as confused as you are. But it's not gonna go away."
Dean closed his eyes, fighting the well of desire that coursed through his veins. "Sam. I've put these feelings aside for forever. I can make them go away."
"What about me Dean? What about my feelings?" Sam grabbed his brother's shoulders and rubbed at the thin cotton barrier. "I didn't even know I had them."
Dean opened his shining green eyes. He tried not to look at his naked brother before him. "Sam, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have told you."
Sam dropped the hand that massaged his brother's shoulder. "Fine! You want it gone. I can do gone." He turned back to the bed and snatched his pile of clothes into his arms. He felt the hot breath on the back of his neck before the palm pressed in between his shoulder blades. The hand was clammy, it shook as it slid down to the small of his back, Dean stepping around to Sam's side.
Dean didn't speak. His hand grazed across Sam's shoulder and down to the plain of his chest. The green of his eyes a strange mix of tears and desire. He closed them to hide the pain from Sam.
Sam opened his mouth, not sure what to say. He stopped, leaning down to taste the tears that pooled in his brother's eyes. "I wanna make it better, Dean. Tell me how to make you better."
"I don't know who I am anymore, Sam." The lids flew up, the eyes pleading and begging with Sam. "Do you? Hell, can you tell me? Cuz I don't know anymore."
Sam pulled Dean in his arms, caressing the back of his brother's neck. "You're Dean. The one person in the world I can't live without. The one who is tied to me by bonds that are thicker than blood." Sam's voice wavered, Dean's body suddenly limp with emotion. "Your . . . .the one."
There was a crash of lips and limbs. Dean's resolve breaking down the floodgate. His hands searched ever inch of Sam's over exposed skin, finally landing on the hard cock between his thighs. Sam yelled, not expecting the contact to be so brutal. He met his brother's eyes. They cried out with frustration. Sam bucked into the grappling hand.
Dean muttered under his breath, the rasp gurgling in his throat. "Mine! Sammy! You're mine!"
Sam began to fight for coherency as Dean pulled harder on his erection. Sam whimpered at the slight pain from the friction, knowing his brother was lost in his own world of agony. His knees began to buckle, Sam grabbed for he wall, bracing himself as the hot cum shot toward his brother, dousing his shirt with the evidence of their desire.
Dean stared, watching the trail slide down his shirt and land on the floor. The guilt washing over him again. Sam leaned against the wall, body glistening with sweat. His hazel eyes rolled in his head, trying to come back down from the high.
And then it was over. Dean slammed the bathroom door. Sam fell to the bed. He wrapped himself in the comforter. He waited, hoping Dean would lay with him.
Dean threw open the door, ran through the room and left. Sam heard the Impala's engine rev up and pull away. Then the only sound left were his own sobs as he waited for his brother to return.
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"Sam?" Dean whispered into the dark of the room.
Sam fidgeted, tightening his grasp and throwing his leg across Dean's naked thighs. His nose nuzzled at the back of Dean's ear, sending shock waves through the older brother's spine.
"Sam!" Dean tried again, his voice thick and pleading.
His brother sighed into his ear, confusion ringing in his voice. "Dean."
Lips pouting, Dean pulled out Sam's grasp, wrestling his legs free of the heavy weight. He sat up on the edge of the bed, waiting for Sam to emerge from his sleepy fog. Sam's hand cupped his shoulder, the warmth through his tense limbs. "Dean, we didn't do anything wrong."
His green eyes glowed with unshed tears. "Sam," his voice caught. "Blood isn't everything. I held you when you were a baby." The deep grovel laced with sobs. "I was supposed to protect you. Does this look like protecting?"
Sam loosened his grip on his brother's shoulder. He swallowed as he watched the muscles tighten in Dean's shoulder's, building a wall to save them both from themselves.
"It's wrong, Sam! You have to know that!"
Sam hung his head, fighting the urge to pull Dean toward him and hold him. "Yeah, sure Dean."
Dean stood up, gathering his clothes and heading toward the bathroom. "Good, now. Call Bobby. I know he's worried." The door slammed between them.
Sam rummaged through his pockets and dialed the cell. He waited for Bobby to answer, not sure what to say. "Hello Sam? Did ya find your brother?" Sam listened to the uncharacteristic quiver in Bobby's voice.
"Yeah, I got him. I mean, he's fine. A bit shaken, but fine." Sam pulled the blanket up around his naked body as if trying to hide from the older hunter.
There was a beat before Bobby spoke. "I hate to do this now, of all times now." His tone was soft and apoligetic. "There's a friend of mine about 50 miles away from you boys, who needs some help."
"No, Bobby, hey, the job doesn't stop, we know." Sam tugged his clothes off the floor, listening to the water from Dean's shower.
"Alright, he'll meet you tomorrow around 5 at a bar called the Moonlight. He thinks he's found a pack of werewolves."
"Moonlight? Werewolves? Seriously?" Sam gasped as Dean stepped out of the bathroom, hair slicked back and wet, chest glistening with water droplets.
"You okay boy? Are you choking?" Bobby's concern jumped through the phone.
Dean shot a dirty look at Sam, dragging his t-shirt over his head. The thin fabric clung to his damp body, only drawing more attention from the larger hunter still naked on the bed. "I'm fine Bobby. Tomorrow. We'll be there." Sam's throat was suddenly dry.
Dean dried his hair with the towel, leaving it shooting out of his head at all angles. "So, is . . . Bobby okay. You told him I'm fine right?"
"Yeah, and he's sending us on a job tomorrow." Sam's eye's scanned the length of Dean's leg, poured into his dark blue jeans.
"I think that's, great." Dean's voice caught for a moment, a sound only Sam would notice. "Let's get back out there and do what we do best. So, what's the story?"
"We meet a friend of Bobby's at the Moonlight Bar, about fifty miles from here to talk about werewolves." Sam fidgeted in the bed to hide his arousal.
"Ha! Werewolves at the Moonlight. Okay, so let's. . ." Dean stared at the blanket that wrapped around Sam, finding the bit of skin that peaked out from underneath. "Get yourself dressed, Sammy. We've got werewolves to gank." He turned quickly, heading back to the bathroom to hide.
"We. . . " The door slammed between them. He yelled louder. "We aren't meeting him till tomorrow night." The door opened between them. Dean's mouth wrapped around his toothbrush. Sam sighed. "Maybe, we could. . . grab a bite together?"
Dean squinted at his brother, hiding the flutter that filled his chest. He leaned in and spit in the bathroom sink. "What are you saying?"
Sam expelled the air that burned his lungs. "I'm saying. . . .I'm hungry."
"Alright!" Dean finished his brushing. Then joined Sam in the bedroom. "Whatta ya want? Burgers? Pizza? oh. Tacos!!" The grin lit up his face.
"Seriously?" Sam screwed up his face in a disgusted manner. "I'm lying in a bed we shared. Naked! And you are deciding between tacos and burgers?"
"Or pizza. You like pizza." Dean mumbled.
"Really Dean? You wanna just sweep this under the carpet?" Sam scoffed, his blanket going unnoticed by him as it inched it's way down his torso, revealing his tan skin pulled tight over his abdomen.
"Shut up, Sam!" Dean's tone took on a warning.
"Shut up? Nice one Dean." Sam stood up, his naked body inches from Dean. "I'm just as confused as you are. But it's not gonna go away."
Dean closed his eyes, fighting the well of desire that coursed through his veins. "Sam. I've put these feelings aside for forever. I can make them go away."
"What about me Dean? What about my feelings?" Sam grabbed his brother's shoulders and rubbed at the thin cotton barrier. "I didn't even know I had them."
Dean opened his shining green eyes. He tried not to look at his naked brother before him. "Sam, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have told you."
Sam dropped the hand that massaged his brother's shoulder. "Fine! You want it gone. I can do gone." He turned back to the bed and snatched his pile of clothes into his arms. He felt the hot breath on the back of his neck before the palm pressed in between his shoulder blades. The hand was clammy, it shook as it slid down to the small of his back, Dean stepping around to Sam's side.
Dean didn't speak. His hand grazed across Sam's shoulder and down to the plain of his chest. The green of his eyes a strange mix of tears and desire. He closed them to hide the pain from Sam.
Sam opened his mouth, not sure what to say. He stopped, leaning down to taste the tears that pooled in his brother's eyes. "I wanna make it better, Dean. Tell me how to make you better."
"I don't know who I am anymore, Sam." The lids flew up, the eyes pleading and begging with Sam. "Do you? Hell, can you tell me? Cuz I don't know anymore."
Sam pulled Dean in his arms, caressing the back of his brother's neck. "You're Dean. The one person in the world I can't live without. The one who is tied to me by bonds that are thicker than blood." Sam's voice wavered, Dean's body suddenly limp with emotion. "Your . . . .the one."
There was a crash of lips and limbs. Dean's resolve breaking down the floodgate. His hands searched ever inch of Sam's over exposed skin, finally landing on the hard cock between his thighs. Sam yelled, not expecting the contact to be so brutal. He met his brother's eyes. They cried out with frustration. Sam bucked into the grappling hand.
Dean muttered under his breath, the rasp gurgling in his throat. "Mine! Sammy! You're mine!"
Sam began to fight for coherency as Dean pulled harder on his erection. Sam whimpered at the slight pain from the friction, knowing his brother was lost in his own world of agony. His knees began to buckle, Sam grabbed for he wall, bracing himself as the hot cum shot toward his brother, dousing his shirt with the evidence of their desire.
Dean stared, watching the trail slide down his shirt and land on the floor. The guilt washing over him again. Sam leaned against the wall, body glistening with sweat. His hazel eyes rolled in his head, trying to come back down from the high.
And then it was over. Dean slammed the bathroom door. Sam fell to the bed. He wrapped himself in the comforter. He waited, hoping Dean would lay with him.
Dean threw open the door, ran through the room and left. Sam heard the Impala's engine rev up and pull away. Then the only sound left were his own sobs as he waited for his brother to return.
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