Gone Batty

For a friend of mine who gave me the challenge aka the summary.

Warning: fluff, wincest, and angst (because I put this into my series.. *sigh*) :-)


A/N: Yeah...it's part of my series that's gotten totally out of control.


Chapter 1 - The Angsty chapter

Dean looked at the large woman with her horribly red dyed hair and plastic beads hanging from around her fleshy neck and wrists in droves and frowned. "I'm really sorry, Millie. I didn't-"

"Mrs. Rosellini to you!"

He held his hands up either to protect himself or calm her down. He wasn't sure yet. "Mrs. Rosellini...I didn't mean to make so much trouble for you. My brother and I..."

"Your brother and you have made this weekend hell for me. Not to mention my other loyal customers..."

"Randy? He's half drunk at his most sober moments and-"

"Don't you smart off to me! I run a quiet family establishment and this is your last warning!"

Dean nodded. "Yes, ma'am." He smiled shyly at her. "I guess we just weren't thinking. You've been so good to us and..." His smile suddenly turns into a frown and his eyes tear up. "You remind me of...of..." His lip began to tremble.

Millie moved closer, her costume jewelry clattering the whole time. She put her hand on Dean's shoulder, her motherly instincts coming to the front of her crazed personality full force. "What is it, dear heart?"

He immediately folded her into his embrace, well aware that Sam was rolling his eyes from his hidden vantage point. "You remind me of my mother...God rest her soul."

That was all it took for the 58-year-old woman to fall into the trap he'd set. She was now willing to protect him and his brother at any cost. After all, they were motherless.

"Oh you poor thing...." She patted his head and Dean could only hope that she wouldn't try to kiss his cheek. She had enough makeup on to paint a battle cruiser.

"I'll talk to Sammy. I promise."

She released him after a bone crushing hug and nodded. "Alright now...just try to be a bit quieter. I know that younguns like to wrestle, but you're awfully noisy..."

Dean blushed remembering how he had filled their tiny room with plenty of sounds the night before. "I'll be very quiet. Honest."

Millie nodded, satisfied that her newest strays would be true to their word. When a theme song from a soap opera made its way from her small TV in the back room to her ears, she gasped. "My show! You behave now, Dean baby." She waddled her large hawaiian print covered form to the back and closed her door.

Dean breathed a sigh of relief and walked out of the tiny office to find Sam.

Sam grinned at Dean's flushed face. "I like that look on you."

"Don't start." He smiled and walked past Sam to their room.

Randy, the local bum, was sitting on sidewalk trying to stay upright. The boys rushed to help and Dean held onto him while Sam found various things lying around the front yard to prop him up.

They left Randy leaning on an old footstool with a discarded toilet on the other side of him.

"This wouldn't have been a problem if you hadn't yelled so loud, you know," Sam teased.

Dean laughed, but knew that he had only yelled because he was in pain. He couldn't let Sam know, though. He'd been initiating sex a lot lately, despite the fact that he was rarely prepared for another round. His ass had been in a constant state of soreness since a few days ago when they were stuck in a cabin for two days. He wasn't able to talk to Sam about his feelings or the problems he'd been having at night so he just kept his mind off of it by going to his bed. He never realized his baby brother's sexual appetite was so insatiable. Or maybe it was just that Sam wanted to get to the bottom of what was going on with Dean and he had to distract him so much.

"Dean? Did you hear me?"

Dean looked at Sam and sighed. "No, I was thinking about something. Sorry..."

"I want to know if you had any nightmares last night. You were talking again. I couldn't make out what you were saying, though. I think you might have taken off again in your sleep, but I put my arms around you and that seemed to stop any more movement on your part."

Dean didn't answer, but just walked into their room. Sam followed and locked the door. There was something about being in Georgia, setting for Deliverance, that made him want to be extra cautious.

He didn't know what good it would do, though. The building was basically a small ranch house with three units. The first unit was where Millie lived. It consisted of a front room that doubled as an office, a bathroom, a very small kitchen, and a bedroom, where she had her TV.

The middle unit was Randy's. He was a long term customer and had a tab running. Dean and Sam were fairly certain that Millie would never collect and that the two were generally happy living with each other. He only had a bedroom, but it was the only room with a 'patio'...or basically just a back door to a gravel pit and Millie's vegetable garden. He took a piss in the gravel pit and uh...fertilized her garden for her.

Sam and Dean had the Presidential Suite. There was a queen sized bed with quite a bit of room and a bathroom with a bathtub. There was also no ceiling. It was just rafters and the roof. Dean was fine with it, but Sam had determined that the unit used to be a garage. The locked down garage door on one side was a dead giveaway. That, and the concrete floor with a threadbare rug over it. They wouldn't have even found the place except that Dean had taken a wrong turn during a raging thunderstorm and they had found themselves deep in the woods at this rundown place.

"Dean!"

"What?" He sat down on the bed and looked at the floor. He had to make himself seduce Sam, but he didn't know if he could. He hurt and he wasn't sure if this was the time. It was still daylight and unfortunately someone had thought it would be a good idea to put a skylight into the roof. In the dark he could hide the regular wince of pain and the scrunched up face as he tried not to cry out, but he didn't have the luxury now.

"I mean it. I want to talk. What's going on?"

Dean shook his head. "Not now." He told himself that he had to do something and grabbed for Sam's hand. "Sit with me."

Sam sat down and looked at Dean with suspicion. "Why?..."

Dean moved quickly and began kissing Sam with a passion that he hadn't felt for awhile. When things really heated up, Dean pushed Sam back and stripped him expertly, kissing his neck, chest, stomach, and finally the soft flesh right above the springy curls that surrounded his erection. Pleasuring Sam orally had become one of Dean's favorite past-times and he was sure that he could drag this out for an hour or so, bringing Sam close and then letting him relax over and over again before letting him climax. By then, he would no longer be able to remember the conversation that started it all.

He wasn't expecting Sam to get fed up with being so close to shooting his load in Dean's mouth just to be denied. He wasn't expecting Sam to yank him up to lie beside him and he sure as hell wasn't expecting to have Sam rip off his clothes in the haze of passion and lust that could prove dangerous. He also didn't expect to be turned onto his stomach and have Sam roughly probe him. That's probably why he screamed in obvious pain.

Everything stopped. Sound seemed to be sucked out of the room and so did the air as Dean found it hard to breathe. He felt Sam pull his fingers away and turn him over. Sam was just staring at his hand and it had blood on it. "Dean?"

Dean paled and sat up, wincing at the sharp pain that flooded his lower body. "Sam, I can explain..."

Sam stood up and walked to the bathroom, not knowing what to say while his hand was spattered with the blood of the one person he swore he'd never hurt.

Dean grabbed a pair of sweats and pulled them on, knowing that there was nothing to do now, but confess. When Sam came back out he looked angry, but also worried. "Dean, talk to me. Why didn't you tell me that I hurt you last night?"

Dean's eyes widened. He thinks this is from last night...he doesn't know...

"I didn't know it myself. Look, don't worry about it. Let me finish what I started earlier." He knelt down in front of Sam and tried to pleasure him, but Sam pulled away as a light clicked on in his head.

"Dammit! Why didn't I see this before? Every time you don't want to talk about something, you seduce me!" He started pulling his clothes on. "I'm outta here."

Dean shook his head, sure that he hadn't heard right. "You're what?"

"I'm leaving."

Dean thought he'd throw up and just laid back in the bed. He wasn't sure what it felt like to feel completely hopeless and desperate to give up, but he thought this might be it.

Sam caught the look and realized that he'd made a mistake in his wording. "No Dean...I just need to get out for a bit."

"Yeah, whatever."

Dean's attitude set him off. "Wait a minute! You don't get to be mad at me! You seduced me! You acted like a little whore just to-"

"Fuck you! You're the one who turned me into this! The last few days you've wanted to have sex so often that I'm beginning to wonder if you even care who's in the bed with you! Am I Mark in your mind? Or maybe not...How often have you closed your eyes and given me perky breasts in your mind? What's next? Want me to grow long hair and dye it blonde? Want me to don a pretty little smurf shirt? You're only fucking me so that you can pretend I'm Jess!"

The sound of his best friend's name enraged Sam. He had loved her heart and soul. With Mark, it was just his body that Sam had loved.

"DON'T YOU SAY HER GODDAMN NAME! YOU'RE NOTHING COMPARED TO HER!"

"Yeah, well you try fucking her burnt ass corpse and then see who you prefer!"

Dean knew he crossed a big line and he barely registered the movement before he felt Sam's punch connect solidly. The next four or five seemed to find their mark as well before he realized he wasn't fighting back. He shoved Sam off of him and was about to attack again when he saw that Sam was pointing his gun at him. "Sammy..."

"You know what? I'm the one who's done here..."

Dean sent up a quiet prayer to whoever was listening to help him erase everything that caused this one awful moment. He knew he'd done the wrong thing, but he didn't want to die and he didn't want Sam to live with the guilt. He wanted the man he loved back. He wanted to apologize, but Sam was already heading to the door and out of his life. He didn't fight it. He figured he'd royally screwed up and just closed his eyes, waiting for the sound of the door opening and then closing as Sam walked away for the last time.


TBC...