Sensuality

The rain had already faded away, but there were always dew and fog fresh from the day before. Everyday and night was the same, they plotted and fought. The stress and tension had been in their lives and was getting to the point of insanity. They were unlike other men. Dean, the authoritative one, whom would make the decisions between the two. Sam, the scholar whom would before running into action, would create plans for Dean upon hunting. They were raised to eliminate; not human beings but things out of the "norm". There was nothing better than having a close bond with your sibling and that was what they had. They were brothers, and they would do anything for one another.

The Sun broke through the tattered window draperies to graze across Dean's face. "...Hmm...Sammy wake up" Dean exhaled. Dean looked over to see Sam still sleeping with hislong, flowing brown hair frame his face. Dean laughed. "As usual it's always me to get up first" he said. Dean carefully made his way to the bathroom to freshen up trying not to make a sound to wake his brother from his deep slumber. "Ahh",he sighed. He turned on the water. He removed his t-shirt and slipped off his boxers and tossed them upon the stained and rusting sink. "Brr, cold", he said. Meanwhile, as Dean washed himself thoroughly with whatever soap remained, Sam began to perspire uncontrollably.

"Uhh..Ahh...No", he muttered subconsciously. It wasn't uncommon for Sam to get nightmares or vivid ominous dreams on a random basis. "Please...Don't stop..." Sam pleaded. Dean closed the pipes and dryed himself off, only to hear his brother beg helplessly. Dean came running out. "Sammy, Sammy...wake up, please" Dean said in a scared tone. Dean took Sam by the shoulders and shook him relentlessly until he had awoken from his deep sleep. "Wha..What happened ?", sam uttered.
Tears formed in Dean's glistening emerald eyes. "Sammy, don't you ever do that again !" he shouted. Sam looked up and his eyes lingered up and down Dean's wet torso. "Would you stop staring, it's creeping me out", Dean answered. Sam looked down to find his sheets drenched in his own bodily fluids. "I don't understand why I'm having these dreams ?" Sam questioned. Dean was flustered and didn't know what to do and how to comfort his brother.

After cleaning up and getting dressed they had decided to enter town to grab a bite to eat at Roscoe's chicken & waffles. "Whatcha orderin ?', the waitress stuttered while smacking her gum. "Umm, I think I'll have the pancakes...and you Dean ?", Sam asked. "I'll have what she's packing" as Dean looked over to see the scantilly clad buxom blonde at the counter.

Embarrassed and looking up to the elderly waitress Sam said, "Umm..he'll also have the pancakes ". Upon waiting for their breakfast Sam seemed somewhat distracted. "Hey Sam, are you alright ?", Dean questioned. "Huh..Wha..Yeah I'm okay, I was just thinking about the dream I had last night and whether I can connect it to any mishappenings lately", Sam responded. "Well what was the dream about ?", Dean pondered. "Well, it had...Uhh..My..Head...", Sam grunted. Suddenly Sam had started to recieve sharp and massive head pains that at times he could control but however some were too immense to be controlled by any human. "Let's get you out of here", Dean said hurringly. "Hey, don't you want your food ?" the waitress yelled but as she did both brothers had already left.

In the car Dean had taken Sam back to the motel to lie down. "Hey, don't move..you're always getting hurt and I always have to take care of you, even when we were little it was always Dean taking care of Sam in every situation" Dean said incessantly. Sam turned to lie on his side and tears began to form in the corners of his eyes. "It's true, you're always helping me and I'm greatful for it but..." he paused. "What ?", Dean questioned. "Nothing..", Sam said quietly. Dean had gone into the bathroom and looked at himself in the mirror. He hated seeing his younger brother so stressed and wanted to find a way of relieving this pain from him to thus make him stress-free like the way he was before this insurmountable adventure had begun. "Dad, what can I do..I need your help here ?" Dean said. To him, his father was his mentor and Dean had always looked up to him for everything he had done for the family including their needs and Dean felt that it was his turn to do the same.

Later in the night, Sam was sleeping like the precious angel that he was. The tears which had ran down his face had now dried into nothingness and his hair had rested gracefully upon his cheeks. Dean had decided what to do about Sam's recurring stress. He made his way over to Sam's bedside and nudged Sam's shoulder. "Sam, you awake ?", he said quietly. "Huh..?" Sam yawned. "Shh, it's okay now I'm going to make it all better", Dean replied. In nothing but his boxers he climbed over Sam. "What's going on ?", Sam asked. "Don't worry", Dean hinted. He brought Sam to his face and began to kiss the nape of Sam's neck lightly. Sam threw his head back and placed a firm grasp around Dean's neck with his arms. Dean placed Sam pack on his pillow and gazed into his green eyes. Dean began to lightly make his way down and kiss Sam's torso and whith each kiss Sam began to become more excited. "Dean, don't stop", Sam asked. "I won't" he replied. Dean, intrigued by Sam's build took his tounge and began lap at his navel. Dean, then began to caress Sam's cheeks. "What are we doing ?" Sam questioned. "Idon't know but it just feels right", Dean replied. Sam agreed with Dean that this did feel right and nothing would ruin the moment. Sam took Dean's face to his and let loose a passionate kiss on his lips. With that, Dean felt that it was time to relieve Sam of his stress. Sam had let out a moan and deep down he liked what he was recieving from his brother. Dean removed Sam's boxers and gently grasped his sex and started gently but firmly stroking his sex.

Sam shrugged and was biting his bottom lip as Dean kept at his steady pace. "Dean, enough..I want it", Sam said. Dean had released his grasp and turned Sam over on his knees to face the beaten up headboard. Dean had removed his shorts, threw them to the side and slowly entered Sam. "Sam, am I hurting you ?", Dean asked. "No, just don't stop", he replied.

Sam enjoyed his medicine and he then reached for the headboard for support, Dean however reached for Sam's shoulder's and quickened his pace putting more and more of him inside of Sam. Both of them were about to climax since it was like they
had both felt a wave of ecstasy rush over them. "Sam, I'm going cum", Dean muttered. Dean had let loose an echoing moan as he spilled inside of his younger brother. Simultaneously, Sam had shot his load unto his pillows and had exhaled with
delight.

Both of the Winchester boys were now relieved and were lying together in the sullied bed. Dean had his arm placed around the neck of Sam as they watched a blank ceiling and listened to the radio playing. "Sam, do you feel any better ?" he asked. Sam looked to Dean and moved closer and placed his hand on his chisled chest. "Umm..Dean, the thing is I was never really stressed, I just felt that you were the one who was stressed" Sam replied. Dean was stunned and was speechless, he did not know how to react. He looked to Sam and just smiled. "You know, you're a smart kid but damn, you can sure act", he gestured. They both looked to each other and gave one another a kiss and said good night as they both went to sleep and dreamt of good things to come.