The Mouse Calls...

Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I don't own the boys or Disney and I make no money off of this.
Pairing: Dean/Sam
Warnings: Past child abuse
Summary: The boys go to Disney World and Sam struggles to be normal.

Dean moaned, wondering how his bed had gotten so soft. He stretched a little bit and started to wipe the drool off his chin when his hand came into contact with a wet nipple. He frowned and opened his eyes.

He saw flesh.

Sammy flesh.

A slight smile crossed his face as he vaguely remembered stumbling out to find his brother for a cuddle. He lifted his head up, hoping to lick the soft skin to wake up it's owner.

His brows pulled together in concern, though, when he saw that Sam was already awake and looking like he hadn't slept at all. He was staring at the ceiling and seemed to be stuck in that position. "Sammy?"

Sam's eyes shifted to take in Dean and he felt his heart clench, trying to hold itself together. "Yeah..."

"Are you alright, man? You look like shit."

Sam forced himself to smirk. "Yeah, well someone was slobbering all over my chest so it kind of kept me up."

Dean used the blanket to wipe Sam off and then stuck his tongue out and flicked the nipple.

Sam moaned deeply, hating himself for responding when he felt that he should keep anything sexual as far away from Dean as possible. "Dean..."

Dean sucked the nipple into his mouth and then slid his hand down Sam's body, pushing the blanket away, to find that he was already hard. He began to stroke Sam slowly and then worked his hand around to fist him.

Sam gasped and bucked his hips to help Dean along. "Dean...you don't have to..."

Dean sank his teeth into the flesh around Sam's nipple and then licked the area soothingly before leaning up to look into Sam's eyes. "Come for me, Sam. I want to see your face."

Sam's eyes widened considerably and he couldn't believe that it was taking no time at all. Dean telling him to cum was the end of his control and he let out a strangled cry as the warm fluid covered his stomach and Dean's hand. Once he managed to breathe again he found Dean still looking at him and smiling softly. "Dean..."

Dean grinned. "That's the third time you've said my name. I must really turn you on." He got up and grabbed the discarded towel from the night before and cleaned up before gently wiping the evidence of their morning activity from Sam as well. "I think you need another shower."

Sam sat up and frowned. "No, Dean, not until I do something for you."

Dean suddenly looked uncomfortable. "I don't want to be sore all day. I just..."

"Not that." He pushed Dean back, but studied his reaction the whole time. He couldn't stand the thought that he might bring back a memory. He stroked, licked, and sucked Dean's erection until Dean was moaning loudly. It was tentative, though, and Dean was getting frustrated. "Sam...please!"

Sam snapped out of his worried thoughts and began to focus on what he was doing. He continued to please Dean until he came and then sat up and tried to smile. The lovemaking had been cold and distant and Sam was hoping Dean hadn't noticed.

The look on Dean's face told him that he had. Sam was more concerned when he saw Dean just shake it off and head into the bedroom to get ready. He watched him close the door and frowned. Way to go, lame ass. He's willing to touch you again and you scare him off.

He took his shower once Dean had finished and got ready, happy to see that Dean was already looking through the brochures. "So what is it today, Dean?"

"Magic Kingdom!"

Sam quirked an eyebrow. "With all the kids?"

Dean shrugged. "It isn't like I was around kids when I was a kid so maybe I'll make up for it now. And that kid at Animal Kingdom was fun to hang around with."

Sam just nodded and they haeaded out toward the dock. They were surprisingly the only ones there when the boat came for them and they sat on the outside at the front of the boat. Sam just watched Dean as the wind whipped around them and the sounds of the engines and the waves lulled him into his imaginings.

Face after face of people they had stayed with began to move through his head. Each one he could see kissing Dean and touching him and making him touch them and he felt his anger growing. He could hear Dean's whimpers and pleas and hated himself for not being able to stop it. He was just a child and he had been used and...Sam's thoughts drifted back to the first time they made love.

All the things that had happened and Sam had assumed that Dean was experiencing it all for the first time. What if he had been reliving everything and Sam had been a part of it. He was about to lose it when Dean's voice registered in his thoughts.

"Dipshit!"

"What?" Sam was surprised when he saw Dean standing up. He looked around and realized that they had docked.

"Get off the boat or I'm leaving your ass here. Don't think I won't dump you for Mickey."

Sam couldn't help but smile as he walked with Dean to the gates of the park.

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Dean nearly fell over when he stepped onto Main Street. He pointed out the castle and dragged Sam all the way there. They wandered around the area looking at the various details that made Disney great. The well outside the castle really seemed to catch Dean's eye. It was quiet in the area and he just stood there looking out over the park.

Sam touched Dean on the shoulder gently. "Dean? Are you okay?"

Dean shook his head. "No, Sammy...This is where we should have been growing up...not in church basements and graveyards and not in caves or haunted lakes. Don't you get it? We can't get it back."

"What, Dean?"

"Our childhood. It's gone. It was taken and this is fun, but...I'm never going to get that back for you."

Sam clenched his fists. Even in this, Dean was putting Sam first and he hated himself for it. He turned Dean around and kissed him. "Our childhood is what made this relationship normal for us. I will never regret anything that brought you to me like this, do you understand?"

Dean wasn't sure why Sam was so intense, but he just nodded, figuring that Sam had the right to be the deep brooding one once in awhile.

They left the area and headed back to the front to tackle the things Dean wanted to do one at a time. Sam was grateful that Dean really didn't have a lot of things on his list and they only went to Adventureland for three things. The Swiss Family treehouse was okay, but Dean was annoyed they couldn't get into some of the rooms and he thought it would be more fun to climb the tree than walk up stairs.

He insisted on the Magic Carpets of Aladdin even though Sam begged him to understand that it was the same thing as Triceratop Spin. Dean had just rolled his eyes at him. "No, dummy...these are carpets..." Dean had found another child to help him tilt the damn thing every which way and Sam tried to cheer up, but it wasn't working.

The only time in Adventureland he laughed was when the other passengers in the boat cracked up on Pirates of the Caribbean at Dean's incessant inquiries into the location of Johnny Depp. Sam couldn't resist buying him a little pirate's cap later.

Dean practically ran off to get to Frontierland. Once he got there and saw Big Thunder Mountain Railroad he changed his mind. "I don't want to go on that. Let's go somewhere else."

"But Dean! This is a classic!"

Dean just shook his head. "I don't like trains, Sammy. I don't want to go on it!" The haunted look in his eyes scared Sam and killed his mood.

"Whatever you want, okay? Come on..."

Sam led him over to Liberty Square and over to the Haunted Mansion. Dean's excitement was palpable and they ended up going on it four times before Sam finally cried 'uncle'.

The men laughed together as they searched out a place for lunch. They finally decided on the Columbia Harbour House and enjoyed their chicken baskets while people-watching. Dean nearly inhaled his food and then hurried Sam along to discover the joys of Fantasyland. When they got there, Dean just stopped.

"Dean? What is it?"

"It's pink."

"What?"

"Like...the whole thing is pink."

Sam shook his head. "Come on, spaz."

Sam pointed out that they had just been there a bit ago to see the castle, but Dean claimed he was too excited to notice that so many signs were themed with pink. The argument continued until Dean let out a gasp. "Let's go!" He took off again.

Sam groaned when he saw Dean's reason for excitement. "Dumbo..." He walked over to the cue line and glared at Dean. "Look, it's just like-"

"Don't say it! You're wrong...it has elephants, idiot..."

Sam kept his mouth shut while Dean enjoyed the ride and was more than happy to move on until he saw the next attraction. 'It's a small world' was just ahead and Dean's eyes were studying the attraction intently. Sam followed and nearly cried in relief when Dean stopped and was repelled as the music reached his ears.

"Dean? Why not that one?"

Dean shrugged. "It seems like a song that would get stuck in your head. I've got enough things in there already." He smirked at Sam and elbowed him. "Come on...I know what I want to do next."

They headed over to the Mad Tea Party, but noticed that Ariel was out and wasn't too busy for once. Dean got in line and Sam just laughed. He knew that things would get weird and he was right.

As soon as they got there, the little princess had blushed and the eyes had narrowed into a seductive glare as the lips automatically went into full pout.

Dean looked her up and down appreciatively and leaned close. "I'd love your autograph..."

She smiled and gladly signed the book that Sam held out before handing it back. As Sam snapped a picture of the two, she bit her lower lip. "I could add my phone number for fun..."

Dean grinned at her once Sam had gotten the pose. "Sorry. I'm a one fish man." He winked and linked arms with Sam before leaving the flushed mermaid to imagine the sight those two must make in a bed together.

Sam just shook his head. "Dude...you just got naughty with Ariel..."

"Yeah, I know. I could have had her."

Sam rolled his eyes. "What? Fish not your type?"

"Sammy! You're the only fish I want." He laughed. "Anyway, I'm almost certain she's not a natural redhead. Would have been fun to find out, though."

Sam thought his eyeballs would just fall out with all the rolling they were doing today.

They finally got onto the Mad Tea Party and Dean had the time of his life. He didn't even seem to mind when Sam had to stumble into the bathroom to throw up. By the time Sam recovered, Dean was impatiently trying to drag him off to Mickey's Toontown Fair.

He just wandered through Mickey and Minnie's Country Houses to give Sam some extra recovery time and then headed for Tomorrowland. "After this we go back to the cabin, okay?"

"Why? Something wrong?"

"Yeah, but let's not talk about it now."

At Dean's admission, Sam began to wonder if he'd really done a good job of covering up what had been on his mind all day. He cursed himself for his bad acting and followed his brother.

Stitch's Great Escape made Dean promise himself he would see Lilo & Stitch as soon as he could. Space Mountain was their last stop, and while Dean was a happy camper, he had to practically carry Sam back to the boat dock.

Sam kept his eyes closed all the way to their dock and let Dean lead him to their cabin. He didn't even protest when Dean tucked him into the bed in the back bedroom. "You stay here and rest while I watch a movie and then I'll wake you up for dinner."

Sam moaned as his stomach rolled in protest. He knew that he should be more happy since Dean was, but the weight of the knowledge he had discovered made it impossible. He curled into himself and willed himself to relax. Sleep overtook him quickly.

Dean watched him from the doorway and then moved back to the living area to sit on the couch. He buried his face in his hands, overwhelmed by the pain he was feeling regarding the one thought that refused to stop haunting him.

Sam...do you remember? Did they do it to you, too? As Dean's thoughts wandered to the mistaken assumption that Sam had suffered the same fate he had, he felt the illness hit him hard. He ran to the bathroom and threw up, begging the powers above or below to just get him through the talk he knew he had to have with Sam later.

Once he calmed down, he pulled down the Murphy bed and flipped on the TV. Not even Stitch could make him laugh through his tears.

TBC...