Making My Way to You

Dean's Pov





It was official. Dean was the most fucking stupid person on the planet. Dean tried to bury his head in his pillow and hopefully smother himself in his sleep. You see Dean has this…thing, some may call it a kink, or over brotherly affection, or a passing phase (however unusual), Dean was a realist and saw it for what it was, and what he was, was hot and heavy for his little brother. Don’t get him wrong, he ain’t queer or anything…well maybe a little bit…but not enough to stop him appreciating the glory of the female form. If some pretty thing wearing a short skirt and low top walked past Dean was gonna notice, turn around and keep on noticing until she walked out of sight. Dean had had his share of women too; enough to know what to touch and when, what to stroke, what to kiss, when to press that little bit harder and move that little bit faster. The ladies loved him and in a way Dean loved them too but…how he felt about Sammy though…that was a little different. There was never really a starting point for these feelings, he had always loved his brother, always, somehow that love…progressed, evolved, whatever, the point where Dean went from loving his brother to being in love with his brother.



Sam was so damn sexy and he didn’t even know it. The bangs and the big ol’ green eyes got Dean everytime, and that dimple, oh god! He just wanted to pin Sam down and lick and bite that thing so bad. Sam had a pretty good physique too; broad shoulders, muscular frame (that Sam was foolish enough to hide under big old baggy shirts), and a bubble butt, God cursed Dean when he gave Sam that bubble butt. Every time Sam innocently stripped down unaware Dean had walked in the room, he had to bite down hard on his tongue not to moan or run over there mark that soft pink skin, to dig his teeth into that delicious behind and claim it for himself. Sure Sam had a lot to grow into, but Dean could see how Sam would turn out, long, tall and beautiful. It wasn’t just physical though, Dean’s not that shallow…he really isn’t. Not with Sammy. No, Dean fell for Sammy because it’s Sammy, innocent, honest, dedicated, beautiful, bashful, delicate little Sammy. With a smile that could melt Dean’s heart, and a laugh that could steal away his soul. Hell Dean even loved grumpy, moody Sammy, and if that didn’t prove Dean was a sucker for his brother he didn’t know what would. It didn’t really matter though, cause no matter what happened Dean would never do that to Sammy, never force his desires on his baby brother.



That’s what he had always told himself anyway, and then…in the car…when Sam had…and then he…Dean was so fucking stupid. Turns out kissing the person you’re in love with isn’t a good idea when you’re trying to pretend those feelings don’t exist. Now Dean knew what Sam tasted like, and holy fucking hell, was it that much better than what Dean thought it would be. Sweet and sooo good. Dean was getting hard just thinking about it. When Dean realised what Sam was trying to say to him, Dean had pulled over to tell him no, that it could never happen, and then came the waterworks. Those god damn puppy dog eyes and bangs and…Dean had fallen hook line and sinker. He kissed his little brother, and little brother had gone and kissed right back, and damn did Sam know what he was doing. Looks like Dean wasn’t the only one that noticed Sam’s potential…which was really a thought Dean wasn’t going to dwell on as jealousy and white hot anger began to bubble up inside him. Instead Dean was going to think about what happened in the impala, the way Sam’s lips felt, and the way Sam clung to him, and god damn it, the way Sam was so quick and eager to open his mouth for Dean, as though all Sam wanted in life was for Dean to taste him, and run his tongue against his own. Dean began to move against the mattress, needing friction on his unbelievably hard, hard on.



Knocking on his bedroom door caught his attention though. Dean immediately stopped and turned his head around as his Dad entered. He had been gone for almost a week now on another hunt, Dean was so eager to see him he almost got up from the bed, until the movement reminded him he had a little problem he really wouldn’t want his dad to know about.

‘Dad, hey, you’re back…are you okay?’ Dean asked, realising his Dad looked like shit…shit that had seen better days.

‘Yeah, look Dean I’m kinda warn out, so I’m just gonna crash,’ John explained.

‘Okay, you sure you’re okay? You don’t need me to stitch anything up?’ Dean asked.

‘Nah, I just need rest, you just be sure to get dinner for you and your brother,’ John clarified.

‘Yes sir,’

‘Try to keep it down though huh? No messing around?’

‘Yes sir,’

John nodded, then turned and headed down the hallway. Gladly the exchange had withered his arousal. So Dean stood up and watched his father limp down to his bedroom and shut the door behind him. Dean, clothed in only track pants and wife beater, ran a hand through his hair and walked into the kitchen, adjacent to the telly room. Sam was watching some documentary being the adorable geek that he is, and didn’t even notice Dean’s arrival. Dean walked into the kitchen and began to look for dinner, finding bugger all, he picked up the phone, which slipped and made a loud noise of impact against the floor catching Sam’s attention.

‘Hey,’ Sam said sat up on the couch, resting the front of his body on the back of the chair facing Dean.

‘Hey,’ Dean smiled in return ‘What are you watchin’?’

‘Peacocks,’

‘Peacocks?’ Dean asked.

‘Yeah, did you know the male one’s are the pretty ones?’ Sam said and rested his chin on the top of the couch.

‘I guess we’re lucky that ain’t the same for humans now huh?’ Dean asked with a smirk. Sam shrugged,

‘There are exceptions,’ Sammy spoke with a slight smile. Dean coughed and picked up the phone, trying desperately not to get hard.

‘So what’ll be little brother, pizza or noodles?’ Dean asked. Sam pretended to think.

‘Pizza,’ Sam spoke ‘And diet coke this time,’

‘What’s wrong Sammy gained a little weight recently?’ Dean asked with a smirk. Sam poked out his tongue at his brother and turned around to resume the interesting lesson about peacocks.



Dean waited for the delivery guy outside needing some air. It had been a couple days since Dean’s slip up in the impala and ever since he had been wound up tighter than feminist chick at a wet t-shirt contest. Sam was being a real arse, walking around without a shirt, saying things that Dean always took to be far more dirty than how they sounded, giving Dean sidelong glances, and chewing and licking the crap out of his bottom lip, as though he could still taste and feel Dean there. Dean shivered at the thought and ran a hand over his face. It was going to kill him, he was sure there were cases where men had suffered from extreme sexual frustration or strong cases of blue balls. The pizza guy got there pretty quick, Dean paid him outside and came back in to face Sam with hot pizza and diet coke…god damn puppy dog eyes. Sam jumped up when Dean walked back inside and scuttled into the kitchen all smiles and sunshine. Dean walked after him and set everything on the bench.

‘Die Hard’s on in five minutes,’ Sam spoke.

‘Awesome, my man Bruce Willis Yippy Kiyay,’ Dean grinned.

‘Wanna watch it with me then?’ Sam asked.

‘Sure, but isn’t it a school day tomorrow Sammy?’ Dean asked coyly.

‘So?’ Sam glared.

‘Oh wow, you rebel you, Sammy the party animal,’ Dean teased.

‘Shut up,’ Sam smiled and playfully shoved Dean’s shoulder.

Dean divided up the pizza on two plates and Sam took out the diet coke, smiling when he pulled it out.

‘Thanks Dean,’

‘No sweat, just didn’t want to have to put up with your bitching about your lost figure,’

‘I’m not the one who’s going to end up with a beer gut,’ Sam poured the drinks.

Dean rolled his eyes, turned off the lights for the whole ‘movie atmosphere’ and carried the plates over to the TV and sat in the bean bag so Sam could have the couch. Sam rushed over with the drinks, caught his foot on the floor and fell on the couch, spilling his diet coke all over the cushions.

‘Son of a bitch Sam!’

‘Sorry,’ Sam pouted and stood up, the front of his shirt also drenched in coke.

‘Well you’re gonna have to sit on the floor now genius,’ Dean observed.

‘But Deeeaaan,’ Sam whined, ‘I’ve got a sore back from hunching over the computer doing study all day,’



‘You should have thought about that before you went all clutzoid,’ Dean advised and then made the mistake of looking up…god damn puppy dog eyes.

‘Fine then, I’ll try to make a bit of room for you here,’ Dean started to squirm and make room for two. Sammy grinned, and immediately sat down in front of Dean on the beanbag, so that his arse was barely ten centimetres from Dean’s dick, and rested his back against Dean’s front, head coming up barely to Dean’s shoulder, both of Dean’s legs on either side of Sammy. Dean silently cursed, this was soooo not good for his resolve. Dean went to move but then Sam pushed up against him, making Dean freeze, any movement now and Sam would feel just how hard Dean was.

‘Son of a bitch,’ Dean cursed, he was stuck now.

‘What’s wrong Dean?’ Sam asked.

‘Ahh nothing…just your shirts all wet is all,’ Dean was so damn proud of himself and his quick thinking before it all turned to shit when Sam leant up, took of his shirt, through it aside and pressed his bare back, back up against Dean once more. Needless to say Dean was going to be permanently hard for the rest of his life.

‘Sam…we can’t..,’ Dean tried.

‘Can’t what Dean?’

Dean swallowed hard, the light from the television was showing off Sam’s wet and sticky skin from the diet coke, a drop of the soft drink ran down Sam’s collar and began to slide down the boys chest.

‘Fuck it,’ Dean whispered. He raised his hand and with his fingers traced the path of that drop. Sam inhaled sharply. Dean ran his fingers along Sam’s skin, they circled around Sam’s nipple before brushing against it softly. Dean saw Sam’s eyes close and his teeth catch his lip between them. Dean fiddled with them until they were hard, and then trailed is hand down the boys stomach, to his abdomen, and ghosted across the waistband of his brother’s pants. Sam was clutching onto the material of Dean’s trackies. Dean slipped his hand under Sam’s pyjama pants and groaned when he realized Sam was going commando. He skirted his touch down until it ran along Sam’s aroused length. Sam gasped and his head tipped back on Dean’s shoulder. Dean was in pure heaven, and wanted so much damn more. He really shouldn’t be doing this, he knew he shouldn’t, but god he wanted to, wanted to touch Sammy so much, needed to touch Sammy. He traced his fingers from Sam’s base to tip and brushed his touch against the slit.



‘Dean!’ Sam cried.

‘Shh Sammy, Dad’s in the other room,’

Sam’s dick twitched with those words and he whimpered nodding. Dean’s light touches were making Sam writhe and whimper and softly chant Dean’s name. Dean was barely hanging onto his sanity. Dean felt Sam hot and heavy and wet with precum in his hand and had to bite down on his lip to keep from shouting and spilling himself in his pants. He took a firm grip at Sam’s base and Sam made the most delicious sound. Dean began to pump Sam’s cock and Sam was bucking and fucking Dean’s fist. Dean was placing hot kisses on Sam’s neck, biting hard on Sam’s ear. As Dean began to thrust his erection against Sam’s back, who couldn’t hold back a cry when he felt it. Both boys were thrusting desperately panting and sweating, so hot and so hard, felt so good. All so much better because it was Sammy and Dean, both had wanted it for so long. Sam was shaking and bucking and twisting into Dean’s grip, crying Dean’s name a little too loudly. Dean couldn’t stop tasting Sam’s neck, just the taste was enough to get him off, but having Sam in his grip, hearing Sam’s cries, watching as his brother thrust himself into Dean’s hand, desperate for his brother’s touch. Dean bit down and came hard against his brother’s back, moaning and burning away. Sam felt a strong pain in his shoulder and a wetness on his back and finally let loose, shooting all over his chest and neck.



They both collapsed, panting trying to regain rational thought. Dean came back to himself first, Sam was still panting like he was having a panic attack. Dean twisted and manage to come out from under Sam, and lie on his side to admire his brother. So lost in the afterglow. Dean groaned as he saw how his brother had cum all over himself. Dean ran his hand up and down his brother’s side, and through his hair, calming him and whispering in his ear.

‘It’s okay Sammy, it’s alright, god your so beautiful like this, so undone for me Sammy,’

Sam opened his eyes as his breathing began to calm and smiled largely at Dean.

‘So much for never happening again huh?’ Sam asked.

Dean raised an eyebrow.

‘Oh right smart guy, I bet you think you’re pretty hot stuff now huh? Since you got me to break down and all?’ Dean asked.

‘That’s right,’ Sammy smirked ‘You can’t back down now. You’re stuck with me, with this; and only me forever,’

‘So possessive Sammy, and strangely dominate considering you’re the one that just came all over yourself from a simple hand job?’

‘Yeah, well your strangely cocky for one who just came all over my back from giving me a simple hand job,’

‘I bet you think you got me all owned now huh?’ Dean asked.

‘Oh yeah, you’re mine, no more girls, no more guys, just me and you and the touching and kissing and you know…sex stuff…’ Sam blushed then paled and sat up scared.

‘If that’s okay with you? I mean I really want this Dean,’

...god damn puppy dog eyes…

Dean raised a hand and cupped Sam’s face running his thumb over Sam’s lips that had been chanting his name just moments before.

‘No complaints here Sammy,’

Sam grinned and shoved Dean playfully.

‘See I do have you owned,’ Sam giggled.

‘Oh Sammy, you have absolutely no idea,’ Dean grinned, then bent down licked up the hot sticky cum covering Sam’s body, and laughed as his brother groaned above him.