Craving

Sam stood watching Dean, mouth still open, appalled that Dean's Dad was going to know he had just about molested his son. Holy shit! And Dean always worried about him being eaten... his father would probably eat him. He could hear it now, 'What the hell were you doing to my son?!?' Oh, yeah, lovely. Wonderful. Great. And Dean thought it was funny. Funny!

Sam followed Dean to the hospital doors with a groan. "He's gonna think I'm a pervert is what he's gonna think." Sam muttered, shaking his head. "And I so wanted to make a good impression. I wasn't thinking," he sighed and looked at Dean, "Maybe you could just... stand down wind?" Sam asked him quirking a brow and grinning as he tried to make a joke out of his embarrassment.

"Sure, I'll stand wherever you want. Oh... and he probably heard you just now, that's him over there," Dean nodded toward the young doctor who was even paler than himself, standing at the reception desk, with his head turned toward them, looking at Sam as if he was assessing him.

Sam looked in the direction Dean indicated, sure that Dean had to be joking, only to look back at Dean with wide eyes before gritting his teeth and narrowing his eyes. "You could have warned me!" Sam hissed quietly.

Laughing, Dean merely clapped him on the back and made him walk faster.

Dr. Cullen moved away from the desk and met the boys half way, putting his hand out. "Carlisle Cullen, it's nice to finally meet you Sam. I had to see who it is that has turned my son's world upside down."

Dean glared at his dad and didn't drop his hand away from Sam’s back.

Sam took Carlisle Cullen's hand in a firm grip, shaking it. "Very nice to meet you, sir." Sam told him, glancing at Dean with a smirk pulling at the corner of his lips. "You have a wonderful son, Mr. Cullen," Sam told him, again glancing at Dean, trying not to look too much like a love sick idiot or worse.

"It's Doctor," he corrected gently, "and let's not give Dean a big head."

"Sam knows I have a big--" Dean licked his lip and said nothing.

Carlisle gave a mild cough. "You look... sturdier than Bella, which is a good thing because Dean is rougher than Edward. How do you like it here in Forks?"

After quickly correcting his slip up, Sam quirked a brow and looked over at Dean. "Bella? Edward?" Sam looked down, mumbling under his breath, "I hope I look sturdier than a Bella." He head snapped up a second later to looked back at Dean, "What does he mean, you're rougher than Edward? Who's Edward?" The he realized Dr. Cullen was waiting on an answer, and nodded, "I hated Forks at first, but I've found it worth more than I first thought. It seems to hide diamonds among its clouds."

"Sam is a danger magnet... he sees diamonds where he should see sharks teeth."

Carlisle ignored Dean. "Edward and Dean are my youngest. They'd be twins if... if things worked that way for us." He locked gazed with Sam, trying to see the affect of his words on the young man. "I was worried about both of them, never having feelings of the romantic sort."

Dean cleared his throat. "Dad..."

"Or sexual."

"Dad."

"I mean in a more or less committed way."

"Dad."

Sam glanced at Dean before looking back at Dr. Cullen, "I see. Um, well," he shifted his weight nervously, "I, uh," Sam started to chuckle, "Wow, this is much easier to do when the father can't tell stuff. This would be the place where I assure you that I had only pure intentions toward your son, but, uh..." he looked at Dean, blushing and pressed his lips together grinning.

"We were all teenagers once," Dr. Cullen said, his face serious. "Be careful. Both of you. For all our sakes." He heard his name called on the intercom. "Esme was right. I can see how you've brought humor into Dean's life. He's turning into quite the joker these days," he gave a nod of approval.

Sam nodded, face serious as he listened to Dr. Cullen's warning. Sam shook his head, "I'd never let anything happen that would put Dean or your family in danger. Dean knows that." He grinned then, turning to Dean, "A joker now, huh? Aw, am I rubbing off on you?"

"I'll show you rubbing off."

Dr. Cullen smiled, and put his hand out again. "Don't be a stranger. I have to..." His name was called again. "Give your aunt my regards." With that, he was gone.

Sam chuckled at Dean's words, quickly shaking Dr. Cullen's hand, "it was nice to meet you, sir." he chuckled as he looked back at Dean whispering, "Dean was a vampire stuuuud." Still laughing, he hurried for the door.

Dean's hand snaked out and grabbed Sam's arm in an iron grasp. "He heard that too, you know?" Wearing his own smug smile, he let go and opened the door. "And just when did you turn into a gentlemen? All those 'sirs'... I think Carlisle ate them up."

Sam shrugged and looked over at Dean still grinning, "I got my own moves, stud man. I know how to charm the 'rents." Sam told him nodding.

"Yeah, you've got them eating out of your hands." Dean scrubbed his face. "If I slip up with you, I'm sure they'll kill me" He was only half joking as they made it to the car and got in. He put his head back against the headrest and turned to look at Sam. "You know, you need to introduce me to your great aunt some time. I mean if I'm your vampire boyfriend." A part of him still couldn't believe how easily that tripped off his tongue.

Sam looked back at him nodding, "Yeah, I suppose you're right." He sighed, "I so don't want you to meet her. I mean, she's alright and all, but oh my god, either she'll question the life out of you, or make you eat half the kitchen, I swear!" Sam shook his head, "I think I've gained ten pounds!"

He slumped down in the seat, grinning as he looked at Dean, "Yeah, she's usually not home till late and leaves early so might have to be on a weekend." He looked away thoughtfully, staring at the dashboard, "I wouldn't normally ask this, cause it's none of my business really, but you are a vampire and all," Sam looked back at Dean, "So, um, just how many anyway?"

"I don't think seven is late, Sam." He wondered why the thought of his meeting Cathleen made Sam squirm, when he hadn't seemed that nervous about meeting Carlisle. Unless it was the same sex thing, but no... he'd said Cathleen was now making the rounds looking for a boyfriend for him. Frowning, he asked. "How many what?"

Sam licked his lips frowning, "Uh, never mind." he nodded, "Yeah, seven's not too late, she sometimes goes to do other stuff though. But hey, if you say she'll be home at seven, who am I to argue. I can't read minds," he smirked. "Come over one night, when she'll be home, and I'll introduce you... just uh, don't, I dunno, don't let her know anything... intimate." Sam blushed slightly, turning his head to look back out the window. "If she tells my Dad and he looks you up..." Sam shook his head.

One day his dad would find out. It wasn't an 'if' it was a 'when'... if they were together, but Dean didn't say anything. His curious mind wouldn't let him drop the other topic though. "Never mind what, Sam? You know I'll tell you anything... ask you anything," he added.

Sam chuckled, "Yeah, well..." he shook his head, "It's not important right now. One day..." Sam sighed, "I'll worry about it then."

"Sam." Dean gave him a piercing look. "You know it's gonna drive me crazy not knowing. Fucking spit it out."

Sam looked at Dean, narrowing his eyes. "Gosh!" he huffed, "I was just gonna ask you how many vampire's you'd been with, cause, dude," Sam shook his head, "I don't think I'm gonna be near as good as a vampire," Sam told him with a shrug. "You might be disappointed. Just wanted an idea what I was up against."

This time Dean stared blankly at him. "What do you mean? As good at what?" Dammit, if only he could get inside Sam's head and figure out what was worrying him now.

Sam looked at Dean, lips parted in shocked annoyance. "What? You want me to draw you a picture!? Put on a slide show!? Hand puppets!? Sex Dean! Sex! How many vampires you've screwed!" Sam ran a hand over his face, "Christ," he muttered softly, "Your dad said that you hadn't had a committed relationship...." he narrowed his eyes at him, "Why the hell do you think I was calling you a stud!?"

"I thought you were just... I dunno, teasing me, or you really liked the kiss," he shrugged, "I know I did." He was silent for a moment. "Ah... would it be a strike ‘for me’ or ‘against me,’ if I said ‘none’?" Nervous now, he licked his lips.

Sam sighed, looking down. He looked up at Dean's answer, narrowed his eyes. "What?"

"Never mind." Dean looked away and started the car.

Sam reached out and grabbed Dean's arm. "No. Wait a minute!" he licked his lips, "What do you mean, none? You're kidding, right?"

Dean shook his head from side to side, then looked over. "I told you that you were my first... everything." A vulnerable light entered his eyes. He opened his mouth, but no words came out. Pressing his lips together, he searched Sam's face for signs of his thoughts.

Sam turned in his seat, as he looked at Dean, a soft smile pulling at his lips before he chuckled softly, muttering, "Wow." Licking his lips, Sam leaned closer as slightly slanted hazel eyes gazed into green/gold brilliance. "I'm gonna kiss you now," he told him softly, before leaning in further, eyes closing.

Softly he pressed his lips to Dean's his tongue running along the seam of Dean's lips, then darting just inside to lick at the roof of Dean's mouth and up the back of his front teeth as Sam slowly pulled his tongue back, broke the kiss slowly, pulling away. Lashes fluttered as he opened his eyes and looked at Dean with a smile. "Still in one piece," he whispered.

Dean hadn't moved, but he instantly missed the slide of Sam's tongue against his when he retreated. He wished Sam had sucked on his tongue again, that they'd shared a deep kiss, but this was better, right? He hadn't gone all dark and needy, hadn't scared or pushed Sam away. Yeah, better. He nodded. "One piece. I was afraid you were going to cut your tongue," he admitted, having felt Sam caress the back of his fangs. "Sam, what do you mean 'wow'?" I gotta know. Tell me."

Sam chuckled, shaking his head. "You know, you never have to worry about us going too far too soon. You're so full of questions, you'd distract me from it anyway." Sighing, he leaned back in his seat. "What do I mean?" he quirked a brow, "Well, I mean, look at you! What, are vampire women blind!?" Sam shook his head, "It's just hard to believe, I mean, I understand the human thing, though I would have thought that before you were changed...." Sam licked his lips, nibbling on the bottom one as he eyed Dean and shrugged, "It just amazes me, that's all. I mean, how old are you anyway? I've only been with one and people look at me like I'm nuts. How is it that you just never...? You know what, don't tell me, I don't wanna know." Sam told him, shaking his head again.

Looking out the window, Sam frowned thoughtfully, "Of course, this puts more pressure on me to make sure it's really friggin good if we ever do..." he glanced at Dean, "ya know." He shrugged, "But then again, if I suck, who ya gonna compare it to?" he snickered, shaking his head again. "See? Wow."

Dean gave a deep laugh at the contrast between them. If he had that many questions, there was no way he'd allow them to rumble around in his head. He'd make sure he got answers to every one of them, and yet Sam didn't have to know all the answers. That had to be nice. "I watch porn. A lot of it. I'd know." Smirking, he reversed and drove them out of the lot at breakneck speed. "Seatbelt. And I'm taking you to dinner, your stomach rumbled. You wanna call that Great aunt of yours and tell her you're on a date?"

Sam frowned at him. "Porn? My boyfriend is a porn watching vampire." Sam laughed, "Only me, man. Could only happen to me." He frowned again, "My stomach is fine. I -" he sighed, "Fine, I'll eat. Think I should call her? She kinda lets me do what I want. Mm, maybe." Sam mumbled as he pulled out his cell.

* * *

The restaurant was packed, though Dean managed to have the hostess fit them in, and give them one of the more private tables in the corner. He let Sam order, then asked only for a glass of water, explaining he'd eaten. When the waitress asked if he might like some dessert, it didn't take a mind reader to know what she was really offering. Dean waved her off, and grinned. "You look pissed off. You know she has no idea we're together that way."

Sam huffed, shrugging, "Oh you can be jealous, but I can't?"

"Oh, no... go right ahead, I'm enjoying it. You have no idea how cute you are when you're angry. Like a spitting kitten about to show its claws. Are you gonna hiss at her?" Dean played with his iced water. "Maybe have a cat fight over me?"

Sam narrowed his eyes at Dean, tilting his head, "No, I just thought that maybe I'd have my picture drawn for you, naked." Sam gave him a pointed look, quirking a brow.

"Bitch." Dean's answer was automatic as he recalled the thoughts he'd read in the cafeteria.

Sam huffed, "Jerk."

When the waitress came back with Sam's salad, Dean made very sure to pull away from her and not allow her to touch him, especially when he knew she was trying to 'accidentally' brush against him. His gaze met Sam's and bronze clashed with hazel, until she left. "Sam, I've gone all these years without it, and now you think I'm gonna suddenly going to go after any chick that shakes her ass at me?"

Sam frowned at him, "I didn't say that." he licked his lips, looked down, placing his napkin in his lap, before reaching for his fork. He shrugged then, "Jealousy doesn't have to make sense." Looking up at Dean, Sam looked him in the eye, "You really thought I'd go and sleep around with every girl at school?"

"I don't know, I can't read your mind." He knew what Sam meant, he'd been pissed off that all those girls were having those thoughts, not because he'd thought Sam would give any of them what they wanted. "Plus with thirteen inches, who could resist if you wanted that?"

Sam looked at Dean and shook his head, "You don't know? What the hell kind of answer is that? You don't know," he huffed, shaking his head, "You know what?" Sam grit his teeth together, "Just... nevermind." he stabbed his salad a lot harder than necessary, "And last count it was twelve as far as I heard, or did it magically grow again!?"

"You said something about bigger than your foot." Seeing that Sam was getting too wound up, Dean reached into his pocket and pulled out a folded piece of paper. "I wrote Romeo's letter last night, while you were sleeping. Do you... do you want to read it to me?"

Sam looked up at him, chewing on a bite of salad, eyes narrowed. "I said they would wind up saying it was bigger than my foot," he shook his head, "You're gonna be so disappointed." he mumbled, reaching for the letter. "Me read it?" he asked him. "If...if you want me to, I guess... shouldn't you read it?"

"No, I don't wanna hear the sound of my own voice. Besides, you're much better at poetry and... I think the letter could use some help." .
Sam quirked a brow as he opened the letter and tore his gaze away from Dean to look down at it. Clearing his throat he started to read, "Every night, every moment that we are apart, I dream of making love to you, of tasting your lips, of crushing your soft frame under me. Your taste entices me, makes me burn for more. Would that my tongue could reside in your mouth, tangling, moving against your tongue, forever stroking, giving and taking." Sam glanced up at Dean before continuing, "If I pulled away, it would be only to taste your limbs. To tease your palms with wet kisses, to hear your sighs and impatient demands. Thou hast a temper that hides behind that angelic face, and thou could use some temperance, and yet... I would never want you to lose that fire within." Sam smiled, glancing up again, blowing air out through his lips slowly as he sat back.

"I would move my mouth over you, down thy chest... press kisses into your stomach. You would grow warm, nay hot under my mouth... quiver." Sam stopped reading, licked his lips and fidgeted in his chair, clearing his throat again. "I would feel your hands in my hair, forcing me to move where you want me most... between your legs. I would make you wait, loving the way your body thrashed and the scent of your need. Your demands would make me dizzy with desire, for you are outspoken... you wouldst tell me exactly what you wished." Sam’s breath caught in his throat, one of his hands fell onto the table with a thud, making dishes and glasses clatter before he coughed into his fist and looked around the room, shifting in his chair, trying to hide his body's reactions.

"I’d finally place my mouth on your swollen center, lick thee... take thee slowly at first, then harder and faster, as fast as they beating heart. My name would fall from your lips, again and again, until I had you trembling and shouting your pleasure." Sam swallowed hard, his free hand moving to his lap to try and adjust himself better under the table cloth as he kept his gaze on the paper nodding. He reached for his glass then, chugging it down, before he set the glass back on the table. "It's... it's..." Sam nodded, finally looking up at Dean. "Juliet's a screamer, huh?"

"It's a good thing your great aunt is a deep sleeper, I mean her chaperone. You don't like it?" He reached for the paper.

"My..." Sam looked at Dean mouth hanging open, "I do not scream," he hissed, looking around them to be sure no one overheard. "And neither does Juliet. She's just... a tad vocal." Sam shrugged, "She knows that. She's been told."

Sam frowned at Dean as he reached for the paper, "You've been watching too much porn. It's good. Damn good. But if you think the teacher's going to be in the closet over mine, yours is going to set her on fire." Sam shook his head, "We can't turn this in. No way. First, the fire alarm, and then the rumors," he chuckled.

"Never know, she might like a little heat in her reading." Tugging it out of Sam's hand, he started to fold it back to tear. "Alright, I'll try again tonight." Though his face was dead serious, he'd never written the letter for public consumption in the first place. His intended audience's response pleased him, and that was all that mattered.

"No!" Sam nearly yelled the word, holding his hand out, eyes wide. He lowered his voice, "Don't tear it. I'll - I'll keep it... to refer back to... for later."

"You know I'm not really a poet, and you're right... it's porn." He dropped it into Sam's hand. "But he is in love with Juliet and he'd die for her. I'll figure out how to make that come across next time." Smiling, he was about to point out Sam hadn't eaten his salad, when the waitress came back and took it away, replacing it with his meal.

Sam nodded to Dean, nearly sighing in relief when he gave him the letter. Sam quickly stuck it in his pocket, glancing up as the waitress came. He looked over at Dean as she walked away, "When we finish here, can you wait a few minutes while I run into the electronics store across the street? I wanna pick up something."

"What?" Dean cocked his head. "Don't you want me to come with you?" He drummed his fingers on the table. "You know it'll drive me crazy..."

Sam smirked at him and looked down at his food with a shrug. "You'll survive, because no, you can't go. It's a surprise. I have to talk to Alice tomorrow," he shrugged, still grinning. "But, yeah, a surprise."

"Sam, I hate surprises." When Sam didn't relent, he added. "I could follow you, you'd never know."

Sam quirked a brow, nodding. "Yeah, you could. But then, I'd never forgive you." he said as he took a bite of his chicken with a smirk.

Having no answer, Dean slouched back in his chair and watched as Sam finally ate a full meal. They chatted some more about the project, and Dean grilled Sam some more about growing up in different cities. A part of him felt sorry for Sam, but another part of him knew Sam wouldn't be the way he was now but for that childhood. Dean paid for the meal, and ordered a coffee that would go to waste, while Sam left on his secret mission.

The urge to follow him was strong. He hadn't been kidding when he'd said 'not knowing' was torture. His mind seemed to dwell on that type of thing like he was obsessed with it. Looking out the window, he tried to blank out his mind.

It worked for a while, and then he was sucked into a day dream...

The newly fallen snow was six feet deep. The air was cold, everywhere but over the hot spring. It was Dean's hot spring, a place no one came to. The vampire was naked, sitting on a boulder with his chest and shoulders above the water, watching the steam rise around him. A sound had his eyes shifting toward the trees.

Sam trudged through the snow. Arms wrapped around himself for warmth, warmth even his thick brown jacket wasn't providing. Snow crunched under his booted feet as he walked forward. Coming to the edge of the forest, he saw him there. Sitting in the water, in the middle of the winter setting. "Dean?"

Dean's eyes narrowed to slits as his personal addiction approached. How many times had he warned him away? "Go home. This land belongs to my family. You weren't invited." As harsh as the words were, Dean somehow knew he didn't have a prayer of getting rid of him that easily.

Sam huffed, as he unzipped his jacket and pulled it off. "Funny, I don't see your name on this place. Just like I didn't see it on that parking spot or," Sam tilted his head, "what else have you randomly claimed as your own?" Sam asked him, before pulling his hoodie up over his head and dropping it to the ground with his jacket. He now stood bare chested as he gazed at Dean, his hands going to the fastenings of his jeans as he toed off his boots.

"This spring is mine. Everything in it is mine... to do with what I will," Dean ground out his warning, his eyes hard and unrelenting even as he drank in the sight of Sam's chiseled chest gleaming under the moonlight. His gaze flicked to Sam's hand on his zipper, and back up to his eyes. "I mean it, Sam."

Sam shook his head, "You don't scare me, Dean." he told him as he unzipped his jeans, pushing them down and stepping out of them. He pulled off his socks next, then his hands rose, thumbs tucked in the waistband of his boxers. He grinned at Dean, "You gonna watch?"

Dean stared unblinkingly at him. "You get in here and you're mine. You live or die if I say, you do as I say. Last chance... if you were smart, you'd run."

Sam continued grinning as he pulled off his boxers and stepped forward into the water. "You won't hurt me, Dean." Sam told him confidently.

Dean hissed out a breath, both irked by Sam's irreverence and mesmerized by the sight of his naked body... something he'd thought about, so often. One moment he was sitting as still as a statue and the next he moved so fast that no one could track his motions, ending up right in Sam's face. "Maybe. Maybe not." Snaking his arms out, he gripped Sam's hips and dragged him up against his frame, fusing their lower bodies together. He only just bit back a groan as their bodies collided. "You think this is fun? Exciting? You think it's a sport, playing with a vampire?" he demanded, his fingers biting into Sam.

Sam gasped and bit his lip as Dean tugged him up against his body. His arms loosely circled around Dean, his hands on his back. "I think you excite me," he told him softly. He shook his head, "I'm not playing with you."

"What if I'm playing with you. What if I'm going to fuck your brains out and suck you dry of blood, and not necessarily in that order. What if, Sam?" In two strides, he had Sam's back up against a boulder, trapped. "Is that exciting?" He wanted Sam to see, to know he was dangerous, to admit it.
Sam gasped softly as his back hit the boulder, he shook his head, "You won't hurt me. You can fuck me if you want to, but you won't hurt me."

"Are you sure?" Dean aggressively moved his body against Sam's, growing harder with each thrust. "You feel how much I need you? What if I can't stop? What if I fuck you so hard there's nothing left... got to stop this Sam... got to." Even as the words broke out of him, Dean covered Sam's mouth with his in a hard, relentless kiss. It was meant to punish, to show Sam his place, and to instill some fear in him. The intended lesson misfired as Dean found himself swept away by desires he couldn't control.

Sam's breath hitched as Dean thrust against him, his own dick responding quickly. "Need you too." He shook his head, "you won't. I know you won't, Dean. I believe in you." Sam told him before Dean's mouth covered his, Sam moaning deep in his throat as Dean kissed him.

"Suck my tongue... like in the car," Dean demanded, stabbing his tongue into Sam's mouth and grinding his hips harder against Sam's.

Sam did as Dean told him, taking his tongue into his mouth and sucking, moving his mouth on Dean as if he were doing it to Dean's cock and not his tongue. His hips ground against Dean as his arms tightened around him.

Dean groaned as blinding waves of heat washed over him. He'd never gone so far as to imagine what this would feel like, and he hadn't been prepared for its intensity. He held still for as long as he could as Sam worked his tongue the way he'd asked him to. His imagination was on overdrive as he thought about Sam's mouth on his cock instead of on his tongue.

Breaking the kiss, Dean ran his mouth down Sam's throat, to his chest. His water slicked skin was soft like silk under Dean's lips. He licked, and scraped his razor sharp teeth over Sam, holding him tight so he couldn't jerk away even as thin streaks of scarlet appeared. An animalistic growl broke from the back of Dean's throat as he licked Sam's skin clean and felt himself get pulled into a web of desire and blood lust.

Sam's head tilted back, eyes remaining closed as Dean broke the kiss, a soft moan escaping him as Dean's mouth moved down his throat to his chest. Gasped softly at the feel of Dean's tongue and teeth, his breath catching as he felt the small shallow wounds. Sam licked his lips, his head turning, though he kept it tilted back. "Dean.." his name was a whispered, husky, and full of need.

"Aren't you gonna stop me, Sam? Aren't you even gonna try?" Dean captured Sam's mouth again, furious and needy, battling Sam's tongue as he lifted Sam closer each time he thrust his hips. Their cocks slid together, over and over, but Dean couldn't get enough. He was gonna go crazy with need, need for pressure, need for blood, need to be inside his Sam. One quick move, and he turned Sam around, one arm encircling his waist, pulling him close, the other across his chest. He rubbed his cock up and down the cleft of Sam’s ass, running his teeth along the side of Sam's neck... wanting... wanting so bad...


Sam tilted his head as he looked at Dean, a small grin lighting his face as he stepped closer. Putting his hand directly in front of Dean's face, Sam snapped his fingers. "Hey! Earth to Dean, come in Dean." He chuckled as he moved toward his seat, "Man, what was that? What were you all zoned out about?"

Blinking as Sam came into focus, Dean gripped Sam's wrist so tight he was in danger of breaking it. "Shshsh... vampire moment. Don't move." His gaze clung to Sam's mouth, his throat... where he'd been about to sink his teeth in, his chest... God, it had felt so good to touch him. He took a couple of breaths and released him. "I better get you home."

Sam looked down at Dean's grip on his wrist frowning, before Dean had explained... the way he always did, 'vampire moment'. He stayed still, watching Dean's face, waiting to see if he needed help. What exactly Sam could do to help him he didn't know, but whatever Dean needed he would do if it ever came to that. As Dean released him, Sam pulled his hand back, trying to not let Dean see as he rubbed his wrist. "Um, are you okay?"

Nodding, Dean got up. "Daydream sneaked up on me. I'll tell you later."

Sam quirked a brow, as he stood with Dean. "Daydream?" he grinned, "Aw, was it about me?" he teased, chuckling as he put an arm around Dean, giving him a sideways playful hug, before letting his arm drop.

"Sam!" Dean snapped, moving away and glaring at him. "Not funny. Not right now." Eyes dark, he strode out ahead of Sam, lifting his face to the cold wind until it reminded him of snow and steam, and of Sam naked and slippery. Groaning, he reached the car and unlocked it. "This is gonna be the longest five minutes of my life."

Sam's eyes were wide as Dean snapped at him. He sighed, hung his head and followed after Dean. He paused in his steps, "I can walk or get a cab. It's cool."

"No. Get in." Dean slammed his door shut.

With a sigh, Sam ran his hand through his hair and went to the car, opened the door and got in. Yeah, this was gonna be a long ride at this rate.

* * *

Sam walked into the cafeteria the next day at school and went straight to the Cullen's table, standing before all Dean's brothers and sisters smiling wide. "Jasper," he nodded, "Emmet, Rosalie," he nodded to them then his smile widened as he looked to Alice, "And the beautiful, Alice." Sam offered her a daisy as he leaned on the table, "Can I get you to do me a favor?" he glanced at Jasper, "Not to worry, dude, I'm a one...uh, Cullen man," he looked back at Alice, handing her a bag, "Can you set this up in Dean's room for me?" he glanced at the others, "If your family doesn't mind, we can get lunch and talk it over, I'll tell you my plan," he told her, grinning wide, dimples showing.

"I'm too old to need anyone's permission," Alice answered, giving said family a pointed look as she gracefully got up. "You realize Dean can read my mind? We'll need to be quick with whatever your plan is so I can think about other things." Sam was pretty transparent in wanting to set up some sort of surprise. Gliding to the food stations, she looked over her shoulder at him. "He hates surprises."

Sam grinned, nodding, "Yeah, I know." he told her as he grabbed a tray and reached for a burger. "But he'll like this one," he said, his face serious, "I promise."

After he explained what he wanted her to do, then a smile curved her scarlet lips. "You're right, he's really going to like it -- after he calms down from thinking you were at the house."

Sam chuckled and shrugged, "Meh, it's good for him. Keeps him on his toes. I wouldn't want to get boring on him," he told her with a wink. Sam went on to explain how to set up the device he had bought and where he would like it placed if possible, asking Alice to leave Dean's computer on so that all Sam had to do was turn his own on and voila, Dean would see his surprise. He blushed once he finished telling her everything and hung his head, "I'm really not a pervert," he said, a sheepish smile pulling at his lips, even as his face turned a deep shade of scarlet.

"That's too bad, Dean needs a pervert." Grabbing some carrots with dipping sauce, she glanced at him. "Change topics... any idea why he's been brooding since yesterday? I thought everything went well with Carl... dad."


Sam's eyes had widened at Alice's first words. How exactly did a virgin need a pervert? Nevermind, he didn't want to know.

Sam licked his lips and shrugged, "We went to dinner and everything was fine, I went to get this, and when I came back he had been having a daydream, he was smack dab in the middle of what he likes to call a ‘vampire moment’..." Sam sighed, "it didn't seem to let go of him very fast either."

"Oh, I see," she gave a nod. "He's probably trying to center himself. Give him time and space if he needs it," she advised. "I know it's hard on both of you, but for what it's worth... I think it will work out."

Dean had stayed away for a while, but he found himself needing to see Sam again, so here he was walking into the cafeteria, his eyes unerringly finding his boyfriend's form. He searched Alice's mind and shook his head at her matchmaking efforts, then went to sit at an empty table.

Sam grinned at her, "Yeah, I think it will too." He leaned a little closer to her, "Tell Dean that for me, huh?" he asked with a wink as he picked up his tray. "Thanks, Alice. I really appreciate you doing this for me. I would, but Dean might just fall over dead if I actually did go back to your house."

After grabbing a drink, Sam turned to walk to a table, only to find Dean sitting at one, alone. He offered a small smile as he walked over and took a seat, sighing as he sat down. "Feeling... better?" Sam asked him quirking a brow.

Giving an almost imperceptible nod, Dean watched Sam eat. The silence stretched between them, just as it had in English class. "I think I was over-stimulated yesterday," he said quietly.

Sam stopped chewing for a moment as he looked at Dean. He finished chewing his food, reached over and took a drink, then replaced the glass on the table, before he licked his lips, eyeing Dean. "Tell me... about the daydream?" Sam asked him softly.

"God Sam, you want me to think about that again?" Dean bit his lip. Deep down, he knew it had to hurt... one minute they'd been so fucking close, even kissed twice in one day, and then he'd retreated and was colder than ice all morning to the one person he didn't want to hurt... ever. Looking at a point on the wall, nowhere near Sam, he forced the words out, but tried not to re-visualize the daydream.

"It was a bit like your dream, but it went too far. I was in some... some steaming hot spring in the middle of a snowy place, and you came over. I told you to leave, that the hot spring and anything in it was mine to do with as I wanted... even kill. You didn't listen." He managed to snort. "You took off your clothes, all the while smiling like nothing could go wrong."

Sam smirked slightly as he sat back in his chair listening. Thinking to himself, 'Because it wouldn't go wrong. I know you. I trust you.' but he didn't voice it. Didn't want to interrupt Dean's thoughts and he was sure he'd get an argument over it anyway. "Go on." Sam told him quietly.

"You know how you kissed me in the car, at the hospital? I made you do that again, only it went on and on and I was... we were naked and moving together and I... I wanted you so fucking bad, in every way Sam... every way. I scraped my teeth over you, cut you. I took your blood and I turned you around, I was gonna fuck you... and … and I think... I think I would have drained you." He blinked, and took a heavy breath. "And when you snapped your fingers you were this close... this close," he pinched his thumb and index finger together.

Sam curled the fingers of his hand that rested on the table into a fist, licked his lips. "That's the best place to do it, you know? A dream. See how it feels. See if you actually would do it." Sam shook his head, "I don't think you would, Dean. I know you think you would and you might want to... but I don't think you'd do it."

"I fought all night not to come and do it, Sam. All fucking night. I needed to see you, but I knew if I saw you, if I heard your blood rushing, smelled you... I..." He scrubbed his face again, and met Sam's eyes. "This morning, I was thinking of telling you I'm going away."

Sam's eyes widened, he leaned forward toward Dean, "What!? No! You can't leave!" he reached out and grabbed hold of Dean's jacket, "Don't do this. It's okay. I'm okay. You didn't do anything."

"Sam." Deans hands covered Sam's and he shook his head. "I'm not... I'm not leaving, I can't." He licked his lips, knowing he could have said this better. "Just trying to explain it was that bad." Searching Sam's face, he didn't see the panic receding. "I'm not leaving Sammy, I swear," he plucked Sam's hands off.

He looked down at their hands, on the table, close but separated... just like them. Swallowing, he continued. "I talked to Edward. He and Bella, they haven't even gone as far as we have. I don't know if that's a good or bad sign for us but..." He looked up.

Sam looked at him for a moment before speaking, hazel eyes searching his face, "I think it's good. Even your dad said, I'm stronger than Bella. You're not going to break me, Dean. I'm not made of glass." He licked his lips and smiled softly, "Call me. Tonight. Promise me that you will. Late, after my aunt is asleep. Okay?"

"I'll call you," Dean agreed, bewildered by the fact that Sam could still smile after all this. Please God, if you're out there, let him not be like a sheep going to slaughter. Please.