Wish A Little Wish

(Co-written with Softbluebuddy)

Back pack slung over his shoulder, Sam walked alongside Dean, kicking the sand with every step he took. They'd rowed to the island and found nothing. No sign of a coven having set up here, no indications of rituals, they hadn't even run into anyone.

Dean wondered for the millionth time what in the world had made them think they would find a coven set up here, in what basically looked like an island paradise. This place was so far removed from where they normally plied their trade of killing evil sons of bitches and saving people, he felt completely out of his element.

"I guess this was a bust," Sam said, kicking again. This time, a clinking sounded and he stopped to look down. Pushing his toe around, he lifted what looked like a narrow red glass bottle.

"What do you have there, Sammy?"

Sam shook the bottle and then fiddled with the cork. "Who knows, might be a message inside. Looks real old, but could be the water or from being in the sand." He glanced at his brother who was looking impatient. "Dude, relax... it's not a love note from one of your legion of girlfriends."

Dean had been about to grab the bottle out of Sam's hands and open the damn thing himself when Sam made that crack. He took a good look at Sam wearing one of his bitchy looks and came to the conclusion, "What's the matter Sam? If I didn't know any better, I'd think you were jealous."

"Jealous. Right." He spaced the words out and stared right back at Dean in disbelief. "I just want you to concentrate a bit more on more important things, like... you know... saving your own ass. I know you're scared. I am too."


He could see Dean close up, just like that. He didn't know why he even tried. "Just once, I wish you could find a way to stop covering... just come clean about your feelings. It wouldn't kill you," he muttered, just as the cork loosened.

God, he hated it when Sammy would try and pull out the 'feelings card'. Jesus, sometimes he was worse than a girl. He didn't even bother to answer.

Looking away from Dean, he managed to work the paper inside the bottle out. "Huh. Tickets to some Cabana Club. Free lodging and booze?" His eyebrows went up. "This can't be for real."

"Free lodging and booze," Dean's eyebrows went up even higher than Sam's. "You're right Sam, it's probably not for real, but we should go and check it out all the same."


Dean had the strangest feeling as he and Sam continued up the beach. He had been stuck in an elevator once and the music that was playing got stuck on a loop that included some song from the eighties called, 'Feelings'. Dean had been convinced that if he didn't get out of that elevator before that song came back on, he wouldn't be responsible for his actions. Now, as they walked up the beach, for some damn reason that song was playing on a loop in his head and all he wanted was for it to stop.

"I don't know... freebies... you know how they usually turn out," the younger Winchester said, though he was curious too. The directions were vague... go west... from where? Still, wasn't as if they were rushing anywhere, so he went along.


Some distance behind the brothers, a genie materialized next to the discarded bottle laying on the sand. He smirked at the taller one's retreating back and spoke in a low, gravelly voice. "Wish. Granted."

*


"Hey... look... you don't think that's... it can't be..." A short distance away, there were grass hut umbrellas, and a bar with the same type of thatched roofing, and what looked like lodging behind it. "There's GOT to be a catch," he said, looking at the golden 'win' tickets in his palm. Places like this charged an arm and a leg.

Dean knew that Sam was probably right and there must be some kind of catch. Wouldn't it be something if this was all some elaborate ruse to get them to go to some time share presentation? He'd heard about those before. Regular people, with regular lives would get sucked into some time share seminar and before they knew it they owned one week a year at some place, well, maybe like this.

But as they got closer, Dean thought that maybe that wasn't the case here at all. "I don't know Sam, let's check it out. We've come this far already. I have a feeling this just may be our lucky day."

Making a sound of disbelief, Sam gave Dean a look. Like that *feeling* of his had nothing to do with the group of curvy women who'd just come out of the bar laughing. Sometimes his brother was so transparent.

The island music floating out of the bar was very upbeat, but it would probably start pissing Dean off soon. That alone made it worth going in there and seeing how long free beer and women would keep his mind off the type of music they were playing.

Near the entrance, a very energetic cabana boy greeted them. All Sam had to do was show the tickets and bam, they had room keys and were told to just flash them, everything was free. "And?" Sam crossed his arms, waiting for the catch.

"And have a nice evening, sir." The boy clad in a colorful shirt and khaki shorts said, taking Sam's backpack. "We hope you'll have a great time this weekend."

Meeting Dean's eyes and getting the 'go ahead', Sam headed. Three nights... this was gonna be interesting.

The place was packed full of cheerful people. It was an eclectic mix, some dressed casually, others dressed to kill... he hoped not literally. He smacked Dean on the arm. "Right there," he nodded at a couple empty places at the bar.

Dean and Sam walked over to the bar and sat. The bartender who had a name tag that said, 'Lorne' came over to find out what they wanted to drink, and also asked if they had been there long or had just arrived.

Dean told Sam to show their room key, and as Sam took two keys out of his pocket to show to Lorne, Dean felt a funny flip flop of disappointment in his stomach. For years and years on the road with Sam and John, they had always shared a room. But after all of that togetherness, it should be a relief to have his own room, be able to take as long a shower as he wanted, not have to wait for his turn in the bathroom, that kind of thing, but what he felt was the imminent loneliness of not sharing his room with Sam.


As he was finishing reflecting on the room arrangements, Lorne arrived with their drinks.

The colorfully dressed bar tender stood there while Sam took a long drink of his beer and set the bottle down. He'd been thirstier than he'd thought.

"If you want anything fruity, next round, you just let me know." Lorne gave Dean a speculative look. "Especially you honey, you look like you could use something light and fruity," he winked.

Sam almost choked on a laugh. Maybe that's what the woman next to him meant when she'd whispered about Lorne having horns, cause he might look normal, but the guy had a devilishly wicked sense of humor. "He's right Dean... you and fruity... go totally hand in hand."

"Sam," Dean growled with a warning in his voice. "Don't go encouraging that guy. You know I don't like to be objectified and seriously, dude, a bartender...How cliché is that?"

Dean lifted his beer to his lips and took a very long drink draining half the beer in one swallow. He didn't realize what a show he was putting on with his head tilted back like that exposing his throat and his swallowing reflex. If he had known he most assuredly would have taken a few smaller drinks off his beer. When he took the bottle from his mouth, Lorne was staring at him spellbound.

Well, it was nice having a bartender pay attention for a change. Usually they were falling all over themselves taking care of the women in the bar hoping they would get lucky.


Dean tilted the bottle at Lorne and said, "I'll have another one of these. Nothing fruity for me thanks. Sammy, you ready for another one too, or did *you* want something light and fruity?"

"I'm fine," Sam raised his hand to indicate he didn't need more yet.

"Coming right up. Let me know if you need anything else, fruity or not." Lorne moved away, but seconds later he accurately shoved a bottle down the length of the bar. It came to a stop directly in front of Dean.

"I think he's putting on a show for you," Sam looked over at Dean who didn't seem to be ruffled by it at all. Huh. He actually looked relaxed for a change. He was about to tease him some more when the same blonde bombshell who'd told him about Lorne's horns put her hand on his arm.

"Sammy, can you pass the bowl of peanuts?" She asked, flashing a sultry smile at him.

Slightly uncomfortable, he coughed. "It's Sam." Turning, he made a face at Dean. He insisted on calling him by that childish name in public, and look what happened. "Peanuts..." he pointed at them, since the bowl was next to Dean.

Dean looked past his brother at some blonde bimbo hanging all over his, 'Sammy' and for some reason it really pissed him off.

He handed the bowl to Sam, and took another look at Sam and the blonde trying to figure out what the hell his problem was. Could it be that usually the hot blonde bombshell would be all over him? Was he jealous that Sam looked like he might get the action tonight?

If that was the case, all Dean really had to do was look around the bar because there was no shortage of scantily clad gorgeous girls and he had never had a problem attracting the fairer sex. All he would have to do would be to pick one out of the herd and go in for the kill.

Dean started to do just that. Look around the room, but his eyes came right back to Sam and the blonde and then realization struck him right between the eyes. He wasn't jealous that Sam was going to get the blonde. He was jealous because the blonde was going to get Sam.

After passing her the peanuts, Sam was relieved when she took her hand off him. She was hot, but she was definitely eyeing the wrong brother if she wanted a sure score.

"There'll be dancing later. Do you dance?"

He gave a shrug and was rescued from having to answer. Lorne was in front of her and her girlfriend, mixing them some sort of colorful special.

Taking a breath, he turned and found Dean's intense gaze on him. "What?" It made him all sorts of uncomfortable, and he didn't know why. "Dean?"

Dean wasn't exactly sure what in the hell was happening here. It was like all of a sudden he was having feelings and not just any feelings, he was having feelings about Sammy and being jealous of some bimbo who was probably gonna go back to his brother's room and get to spend the night with him.

Where had all of this come from? He spent almost every night with Sam and this hadn't even crossed his mind. Well, maybe once or twice, but, dude, they were brothers and as soon as he ever had a thought like that about his *brother* he just put it out of his mind and went about his day.

But sitting in the Cabana Club, having a couple of beers and all of a sudden he didn't even know who he was anymore. He realized that he was still staring at Sam and didn't actually hear what Sam said before, but only snapped out of it when Sam tried again to get his attention by saying his name.

'Oh shit! This is really bad,' thought Dean who continued staring at Sam, but was now looking at Sammy's mouth and it took super human strength to lift his eyes to Sam's and tell him, "Hey, they gave us two rooms right? Well, go ahead and give me my key. I'm kind of tired and this island music is starting to get on my nerves. It looks like you've got plenty of company and I'll just see you in the morning."

"You're going to bed? Alone?" That shocked the hell out of Sam, seeing as there were so many single women just Dean's type hanging around. Hoping he hadn't said that too loud, he coughed. "It's not even night. What do you mean you're tired?"

Seeing that Dean's eyes were still burning bright, Sam frowned, wondering if he had a fever or something. "If you're not feeling good, why didn't you just say so?" He got off the stool and put his hand on Dean's back. "Come on, I'll walk you to the room and come back later."

If Sammy only knew what Dean was feeling, touching him and walking him to his room would probably be the last thing he'd be offering to do. In fact, he'd probably never want to share a room with Dean again if he only knew. But there was no graceful way of getting out of walking from the bar with Sam without having a huge discussion that could be overheard by anyone and everyone in the club. He'd let Sam walk him to his room, take his key and tell him he'd see him in the morning and then close the door in his face.

Sam tried to keep the banter up on the way to their rooms, but Dean wasn't cooperating. When even the scantily clad women giggling around him as they headed the opposite way, towards the bar, didn't draw a comment from him, Sam got real worried.

One look at his brother's hard features, and Sam's mind was racing. Was Dean thinking about his future? Was he scared? He was still brooding about the possibilities when they reached Dean's room. "Mine's right next door," Sam started grin, but the frown was right back the moment Dean mumbled goodnight and started to close the door.

Right, like he was gonna let him. Gripping the edge of the door, Sam pushed his way right in, locking gazes with his brother and daring him to say anything.

Then he saw the view and headed straight for the sliding glass doors that lead to the beach. "This is fantastic," he turned, and still... no hint of a smile from Dean. "Dean it's not every day we come to places like this... Alright. Out with it, just tell me." He demanded an answer from his brother.

He must have been delusional if he'd thought he'd be able to give Sam the slip when they got to the rooms. When his brother pushed past him and walked into his room his jaw just got tighter than it had been the entire walk from the Cabana Club Bar to where the guest rooms were.

It was pretty clear he was having issues, but it bugged him that Sam thought that all he had to do was push, a little. Well, hell that hadn't worked for years. Isn't that what Sam was always telling him? Open up and talk about his feelings.


Dean crossed his arms and stared at Sam standing in his room and acting like he deserved answers. What made Sam think he'd get any kind of answer out him. It hadn't worked before, what made this time different, Dean wanted to know?

The truth was, something was different. Dean wanted so badly to just tell him and get it out, but with so little time left with Sam, he couldn't bear the thought that Sam would be repulsed and leave him to face the rest of his time alone. He knew that he was being selfish, but he just couldn't bear that thought for even a second.

"Dean?" Sam urged, seeing his brother's internal struggle. Hoping… hoping the time had come for him to get his fears off his chest.

Dean finally walked over to look out at the beach and decided to tell Sam a little of what he was feeling, but not so much that it would freak him out. "Sam, look, I'm sorry. You know I was just sitting there at the bar and thinking about how little time I have left, and I've been thinking about us...you and me..." Dean trailed off, not knowing if he dared say anymore.

Sam turned his head slightly, looking down at Dean. He held his breath, hardly believing Dean was finally coming clean. "Yeah?"

He waited, then cocked his head so Dean would go on. The silence was almost deafening and he couldn't bear it a moment longer. "You're not the only one Dean. I think about it all the time. I love you. You're my brother, and I'm not letting you go," he said, gripping Dean's shoulder to make his point.

The air between them was crackling with some sort of strange energy. It made him feel a bit unbalanced, a bit strange. A bit... giddy.

Dean thought he had it completely under control until Sam said, 'I love you,' and put his hand on his shoulder. Sure, Sam had said more than that, but those were the three words that Dean heard. Those three words coupled with the hand on his shoulder made Dean feel like, maybe, just maybe it was worth taking a chance and letting Sam know what he was feeling.

Before he was able to make that decision though, just standing there that close to Sam, all of a sudden he had this warm feeling rush through his entire body like a low level electrical humming touching every single nerve. He'd never been more aware of another human being and he was afraid that the realization showed on his face as he looked up at Sam. He just had to get away. He couldn't risk it. It was too important and he couldn't live with Sam being repulsed or threatened with what had quickly become an obsession for Dean. It was all he could think about.

Dean did his best to cover the expression that he felt must have been written so plainly on his face and told Sam, "I feel fine. Why don't we go down to the pool or beach and swim or something?"

For a heart stopping instant, Dean had dropped his twenty four hour macho guy act and Sam got a glimpse of something in his eyes. Some message he should be able to read, he could have if he'd had time... but it was gone that quickly.

Frustrated, he bit his lip at Dean's gruff suggestion they go back out. It seemed big brother had called an end to the 'chick flick moment' and how come Sam never had a say in that?

As Dean tried to brush past Sam, somehow they both moved at the same time and the front of Dean's body brushed against Sam's thigh and just that contact and the hand that Sam had on his shoulder made all the blood rush to his cock. 'Oh god, I hope he didn't notice,' was all Dean could think as he moved away from Sam.

He'd angled his body to stop Dean from walking away, but his stubborn brother moved anyway. The unmistakable press of Dean's arousal against Sam's thigh brought a rush of heat to his cheeks. He opened his mouth to say something, make a crack about 'ever-ready Dean,' but nothing came out.

He licked his lips and stared at Dean until his brother turned back. "I thought you were... tired..." Suddenly shaking his head and conceding to himself that getting out of the room was better in than staying in it for reasons he wouldn't explore or admit to himself, he headed for the door. Just as he opened it to get out into the hall, he noticed the connecting door to his own room. A small smile played on his lips, he liked keeping a close eye on Dean as much as his brother liked to keep one on him.

One look at Dean now though, and he really needed a drink bad. "We'll talk some more, later, okay?" Maybe he could drag Dean's feelings out of him in dribs and drabs... if that was the only way, then so be it. And then they could figure stuff out. How they were gonna save him.

*

Having successfully made his escape from being in his hotel room with his brother practically on top of him, and wearing swimming trunks compliments of the hotel, Dean should have felt much better than he was. He had always resented just a little bit that everyone always thought that Sam was the *smart one*, but truth be told, Dean kind of figured with his stupid idea of swimming, that maybe everyone was right.

He was extremely glad that he had brought his shades to the pool with him as he sat on a lounge chair and watched as Sam's body broke through the surface at the shallow end of the pool and as Sam stood to his full height, water cascading from every square inch of his impressive body from the solid chest and shoulders, down his washboard abs, and then over the material covering what Dean knew to be an impressive cock. At least his lust filled eyes were hidden from view.

All of a sudden Dean couldn't even swallow. He was so thirsty, and he didn't even know what he was thirsty for, but he had the distinct impression it wasn't beer. Thank god, he'd set the magazine he'd been reading in his lap before Sam appeared out of the pool looking more like the god, Neptune than Neptune probably actually looked.

He had to concede to himself once again, 'Yup, Sammy definitely is the smart one.'

"How's the water?" Dean asked Sam getting out those few words in as normal a voice as possible.

"Wet." An unholy light of mischief lit Sam's eyes as he leaned over his brother and squeezed the water out of his trunks and right onto Dean's chest and magazine. "What? You were looking hot and I thought I'd cool you off?"

Still grinning he pulled away, a bit surprised that the swat he'd been prepared for hadn't come. "Getting slow in your old age," he taunted, dragging a lounge chair closer, and sitting on it with his legs still on the ground as he used a towel to dry up.

After running it over his face, he caught the look Dean was giving him. "Yeah, yeah, I know... you're going to kick my ass but the important thing is, did you order drinks?" That was why they'd picked the pool over the beach, there would be service until late into the night, and the sun had started dipping down into the horizon.

"Here they are," a bouncy waitress said, bringing a tray carrying two drinks.

A skeptical look crossed Sam's features. "I think you got the wrong..."

"Oh no, Lorne sent them over. He said 'you may not want them, but you need them.'" Looking at Dean, she shrugged at the cryptic message and set the drinks down on the small table.

"Okay... when you get a chance, beers...." Sam watched as she walked away, then looked back at Dean.

Dean didn't trust himself to speak just yet so he grabbed one of the drinks with the umbrellas and took a big drink from the straw. He thought the cold drink might help him get his body temperature down to a reasonable range because with watching Sammy walk out of that pool and sit in the lounge chair next to him after dripping water off his wet glistening body onto Dean's, his core temperature had probably gone up at least ten degrees.

"Hey, this isn't half bad," Dean remarked raising his drink in Sam's direction. "That Lorne guy sure knows his way around an umbrella drink, you should try it." He wondered what else Lorne knew his way around. That message the waitress delivered when she brought the drinks was kind of cryptic, but maybe Lorne had been watching him as he had been ogling Sam. Bartenders were notorious for being great at people watching and giving advice. If that was true, he wondered if there was a hidden message in the fact that he had sent over fruity drinks even after the brothers had clearly indicated their preference for beer.

Drinking that drink didn't really help Dean's other situation much. He had been trying to avoid looking at Sam and was trying to will the erection that was hidden under the magazine to go down enough that he could get off of the chair and into the pool.

After a couple of minutes Dean decided that he had recovered. "Think I'll go for a swim now, Sam. If that waitress comes back by, be sure she remembers we wanted beer and not that fruity stuff," Dean told Sam as he swung his legs over the side of the lounger away from Sam so that all Sam could see of him on the way to the pool was his back.

For a while, Sam sat back, perplexed. Not only had Dean not gotten him back for getting him wet, but he'd wandered off before they'd exchanged even a few sentences. Something was definitely up.

Leaning back, he started to suck on the straw. Dean was right, it wasn't half bad and didn't taste as sugary sweet as he'd thought it would. Sitting there, he lost bet after bet against himself. First he bet Dean would waylay the waitress and get himself that beer, but he walked right by her. Then he bet he would come to the 'rescue' of the girl with the very bouncy breasts who was pretending she couldn't touch the bottom of the pool and was gonna drown, but nope, he swam right past her.

Dean thought if he could swim enough laps, maybe he would get just tired enough that he could get a handle on the sudden obsession with his brother and the next time Sam came into his personal space, he would be able to maintain control. Yeah, that's it. Dean Winchester, the king of cool. That guy, that is who Dean was chasing with each additional lap in the pool. The unflappable guy who was able to keep his feelings under wraps so even the people closest to him had no idea what was on his mind, unless he felt like sharing. Sure people weren't blind and could tell if something was bothering him on occasion, but *what* was bothering him at any one moment was his to know and tell if he deemed fit.

Sam never took his eyes off his brother. He noticed Dean's face was a study of concentrated effort, looking straight ahead and not stopping once. It was that look that made Sam feel safe, that made him know if anything ever happened, there was one person who would stop at nothing ... nothing to keep him safe.

A lump rose in his throat. Lifting the glass, he found it empty. Before he could ask for another, the waitress pressed a fresh glass into his hand. "Thanks."

He looked back at Dean, and a memory shifted into place. The day he'd announced to his dad and brother that he was going to college, Dean had gone on a run. Sam had chased him, tried to keep up, but Dean had that determined look on his face, and eventually Sam had to give up and let him go.

What was he telling him now? Was he trying to show his anger? His sadness? Was he trying to say goodbye?

The hell he was. Sam got up and took two fresh drinks to the edge of the pool and set them down. He jumped into the waist deep water and waited until Dean tried to swim past.

Lunging forward, Sam grabbed Dean around the waist and ignored the flapping arms, laughing slightly as the guy's trunks were pulled down revealing a bit of his ass crack. Well that would give the ladies some eye candy, he thought, dragging his own gaze back up to his now sputtering and maybe a touch incensed brother.

"Hey. I'm getting the feeling you're trying to ditch me. Dude, that can't be right." Maybe there was a touch of sadness in his eyes, despite his attempts at joking. The damned drinks were stronger than he'd thought. He let his hand slide off Dean's slippery frame. "Brought you a drink." Almost as an after thought, he added, "don't let me make a fool of myself... they kick ass."

He must have been on lap number ten, just working himself into a perfect zone for exhaustion and maybe a way of letting his subconscious mind work out this riddle, when he felt strong arms grab him around the waist and pull him to a stop.

'Jesus--what the fuck?' Dean sputtered to himself as he flailed his arms trying to get his balance. And, then when he realized just what in the hell, no... make that, who in the hell had grabbed him in the middle of the lap he just looked at Sam for the longest time registering what Sam was trying to tell him.

Sam was laughing, then for a moment or two it looked like his feelings were hurt when he accused Dean of trying to ditch him. When Sam finally let his hand slide off of Dean's body, he was able to think again.

The hurt look on Sam's face when he accused him of trying to ditch him made him think of when they were kids, and it was Dean's responsibility to take care of Sam. That was his job. But, one day Dean and one of his school friends wanted to get up to no good and tried to ditch Sam. That evening Sam was quiet and wouldn't talk to Dean and when they went to bed and before Dean turned off the light, Sam had told him in his little brother voice about how Dean had tried to ditch him and he looked like he was gonna cry.

That was the last time that Dean had ever tried to leave Sam behind, unless you count the time he had gone running long and far after Sam had told him and John that he was going to leave them for college. That was a physical need, just like swimming the laps had been.

"I'm not trying to ditch you Sam. Come on, you know me better than that. I haven't tried to pull anything like that since we were kids. Dude, how can I ditch the guy who brings me umbrella drinks in the swimming pool?" Dean had to do everything he could to be sure that Sam knew that he wouldn't ever do that to him, he had so little time left he didn't want Sam having any doubts that he was the most important thing to him.

That particular smile. The flash of straight white teeth. The mock innocence and raised eyebrow, all trademarks of Dean on the prowl. Sam looked behind him, and was surprised there wasn't a woman. He looked around, then back at Dean.

"Who are you flirting with? You practicing on me?" Sam's eyebrows rose as he shook his head. "You've got to be kidding, like you need practice." Or maybe the drink was getting to his brother too, that would totally explain it. Yeah.

He looked down into his drink, stirring it with the straw. "So what were you thinking. I mean when you got all intense and were swimming like there's not tomorrow." His eyes flicked up. Bad choice of words.

"Sam, I don't need to practice. I'm not flirting with anyone. Can't a guy smile at his brother, especially when he comes bearing drinks?" Dean thought that sounded like a more than reasonable explanation. But, he wouldn't acknowledge Sam's poor choice of words about there being no tomorrow. He knew Sam felt bad enough about it already, if the look on his face was any indication.

"You know I like to swim, but we never stay in a place like this that has an Olympic size swimming pool. Hell, we're lucky if any place that we stay at has a bathtub let alone a pool. Just trying to keep in shape," Dean told Sam as he patted his stomach. "Dude, you might try swimming a few laps yourself, your twelve pack has dwindled to a six pack," Dean even managed to laugh and pat Sam's stomach too, all without giving away just how affected he was by Sam's close proximity.

"Are you saying I'm getting fat?" That distracted him ... and then he realized it was one of Dean's specialties, using distractions as a way to avoid talking about anything real. He let it go. For now.

"Maybe I will swim a couple laps, and before you ask, 'no', I won't race. It's a hotel pool, they like it quiet... no games."

Of course the instant that pronouncement left Sam's mouth, the hotel staff started to string a volleyball net across the pool. "I can't win..."

The staff started to recruit teams and there was a lot of begging for players.

"You wanna?" He could see that Dean did. They really should take advantage of the fun they could have here, three days would be gone in the blink of an eye. "Come on," putting his and on Dean's back, he started to head for the group of people calling them.

'Two', that is the number of times that Sam had his hand on Dean's back since they had gotten to the Cabana Club. But, he wasn't complaining, he rather enjoyed the contact especially when it was initiated by Sam.

Sam probably had no idea in the world how much all of his little innocent touches meant to Dean. Many men were intimidated by physical closeness, but not Sam. Ever since they were kids, Sam touched Dean a lot. Dean thought it was because of them not having a mom and Sam needing reassurance and to feel grounded all of the time.

Touching Dean seemed to help Sam with that, and truth be told, Dean loved having his brother get that from him.

"So, we gonna do this? We can definitely kick some ass, but dude don't hurt anyone when it's your turn at the net, okay? You are probably two feet taller than whoever is going to play opposite you, and definitely don't hurt any of the girls."

Sam merely rolled his eyes at his brother's antics. The dude never got tired of making jokes about his height. "Let's do it."

A short time later, they were in the middle of a heated match. Sure the drinks were still rolling, and people were screaming and cheering, but both sides wanted to win. Well... no one wanted to win as much as his brother.

As the other team set up, he watched Dean from under his lashes. There was that intense look of concentration again. You didn't fuck with that look, it meant that he meant business, and that he wouldn't stop... not ever... not until he won.

When the ball came over the net, Dean was the first one jumping out of the water so high it amazed even Sam. Dean made it look so easy, not just this, but everything. Shooting, hunting, charming the pants off a girl. But right now... right now he was just concentrating on the game, and that made Sam all sorts of happy.

Later in the game, when the ball came towards him, there was a bit of a tussle between himself and his brother. Both of them hit the ball, and it cleared the net, but they got tangled up in each other.

Sam got a firm footing and steadied Dean, putting one palm on his back and the other on his stomach. "Dude, stay on your side. I'm not *that* incompetent." He shook his head, and found himself on the other end of a heated glare. "Seriously." Tapping him twice on the stomach, he moved away, throwing his head back and joining others in calling for someone to serve the ball.

This game was great. Man, they never got to do stuff like this in their regular lives, because they weren't regular guys. But playing water volleyball with Sam at the Cabana Club was a blast, especially when his brother touched his stomach like that.

At first Dean gave him a look that he had no idea how Sam had interpreted, but Dean had a new plan. If he could get Sam to keep touching him by accidentally ending up in his space and going after the same balls that were hit to their side of the net, then that was one way for Dean to have contact with his brother. Maybe the only way and he had just reminded himself before they started playing just how much it meant to him to have Sam touch him.

So, basically change of plan. The ball came back across the net in the direction of Sam and Dean, it really was Sam's ball, but Dean jumped in front of Sam to hit it back over the net and as he did that he fell backwards right into Sam's solid chest, and Sam put his hands out to steady Dean.

Dean gave him an innocent look over his shoulder and a smile and said, "Oops. Sorry," and Sam just rolled his eyes.

The team they were playing currently was the only other real threat in the hotel's little water volleyball tournament and the competition was getting heated, kind of like Dean feeling warm every time he accidentally brushed up against Sam, which while not constant, was on at least every other possession of the ball. And every time that Dean did it, he'd just give Sam a smile and apologized, and then move back to his own spot.

He was totally enjoying himself and must have decided somewhere along the way to just go with it. Maybe that had something to do with all of the drinks they had continued drinking throughout the games. For some reason Dean's inhibitions had fallen to the wayside and he was suddenly okay with that.

It was game point and Dean served the ball over the net, they had a couple of volleys back and forth and the people that had been sitting on the side of the pool sipping pina coladas cheered them on. The ball came back over their side of the net and Sam must have decided that he was done screwing around, spiked it to a vacant spot on the other side of the net and the match was over.

Dean and Sam and the other players on the team all cheered spontaneously and came together on their side of the net for a group hug. Dean found himself next to Sam, more by design than chance and while he didn't grope his brother outright, put his arm around his back and waist and pulled his long wet body to his while he was giving a high five to someone behind Sam.

The feel of Sam's mostly naked and wet body slipping against his from shoulder to thigh was, well one of the best things that Dean had ever felt. He couldn't help himself, he tilted his head up and gave Sam a smile that lit up his entire face. He still hadn't let go of Sam and the revelry of the other players was starting to fade into the background. "Nice game, Sam."

As their bodies collided for what felt like the umpteenth time, Sam blinked. This time, Dean had a firm grip on him, and was leaning forward to celebrate with the guy behind Sam, which left no space between them at all.

They were chest to chest, so close, he could even feel Dean's heart pounding. Since he wasn't letting go, and was still jumping around, their legs kept sliding together and more than once, Sam felt the brush of Dean's arousal against his thigh... his hip. How come he'd never noticed his brother was permanently in that state?

And how come he wasn't pushing him away? Was it curiosity? What was with his need to see if he was only imagining it? And why was his throat constricting so he could hardly breath?

He blinked again, this time giving a hoarse laugh. "Dean, you're hugging me. Thought you didn't do hugging," he pointed out, breaking slowly away.

It was almost painful, the sudden need to have Dean's arm around him again. And it was damned crazy. His gaze locked with Dean's, and there were no answers there. Just something that made Sam's blood surge to his cock.

Right... time to make a graceful exit, probably. Yet he didn't move.

Celebrating the victory was extra sweet for Dean not just because he was very competitive by nature, but because as he pulled Sam into a victory embrace he had more full body contact than he had with any man in his life before, but that wasn't the good part, it was full body contact with Sam.

All of those fruity drinks with the umbrellas consumed in the late afternoon sun and while doing physical activity sure had lowered his inhibitions and not only was Dean not feeling any pain, he was feeling just fine. He was all over Sammy and he was even pretty aroused and he just couldn't bring himself to pull back. If Sam figured out what he did to Dean, then so be it.

In fact, Dean was thinking about looking for Lorne and getting even more drinks for himself and Sam, because this was going so well, and he would be even happier if Sam started losing his inhibitions too.

"Sammy, Sammy, Sammy I love you man. Of course I hug. It isn't every day we win all this stuff and have a great free weekend with food and drinks and volleyball. Dude, we so rocked this game. You are awesome dude. Come here Sam, give me a hug," Dean said all this to Sam with a huge grin on his face and not only did he look happy, he felt happier than he had felt in a long time.

"Come on, you know you want to," said with his arms wide open and waiting for Sam to step into them.

They'd been playing the latter half of the game under the flood lights aimed at the pool, and now people were mostly leaving to get ready for the evening activities. It was as if they didn't count. Time stood still for Sam. He hadn't seen his brother like this, so open so damned happy and careless, in like forever.

Staring at him, he ached to throw himself into Dean's arms. Ached in ways he didn't know or understand. And he was scared, so fucking scared that this moment in time... their time together would end. Is that what this was all about?

Arms wide open, he stepped forward and was pulled into Dean's embrace. He wrapped his arms around his brother, trying not to care that despite his efforts, his erection would be obvious. What the hell, Dean had one too... and they were guys, right?

Feelings started to wash over him. Unfamiliar. Strong. Wrong. He fought them, for Dean, he fought them.

Eventually, he moved his mouth over Dean's ear and whispered. "So help me Dean, if this is your way of saying good bye..." his fingers dug into his Dean's shoulders, like he was never gonna let go.

He couldn't believe it, Sammy was right there in his arms, and Dean could feel that Sam was just as aroused as he was. He was in awe that the feelings that he had been struggling with all day seemed to be reciprocated. Maybe Dean's strategy of just letting go and rolling with things and letting Sam touch him over and over again during the volleyball games had finally gotten through to Sam.

Earlier Sam had asked Dean a couple of times if he was flirting, or who he was flirting with, and if he had been practicing on Sam as though Dean could actually need practice with that. But this wasn't about flirting, this was about them. Sam and Dean. And, Sam finally seemed to understand that.

Dean brought his hand up behind Sam's head pulling him down to meet him and said, "Oh no, Sammy. This isn't about goodbye at all."

And, then their lips met and somehow with that statement to Sam and the way he kissed him, everything that Dean wanted to convey to Sam was right there, in that moment...

Something in the way Dean spoke made Sam's heart lurch. And then they were mouth to mouth and Dean was probing with his tongue, making Sam's head spin with needs that he couldn't understand. He couldn't think straight and was just barely hanging onto Dean as searing heat inched through his veins.

Awareness of his brother's body hit him like a sucker punch to the gut. The planes of Dean's chest pressing against him, his powerful thighs touching him, sliding against him, his muscles contracting under his palms. He shifted slightly and felt Dean's cock lodge against his own, and God… it made no sense, but feeling Dean so damn hard sent a thrill shooting through Sam.


A part of him said this wasn't real. That he was so damned drunk, he was imagining it. Another part of him didn't care. It screamed in his head to take this moment, and Sam did. He slid his hands down low to the small of Dean's back and dragged him up harder against him, melding their bodies together as he started to kiss Dean back. He was rough, and needy, and taking everything his brother would give him.

Dean had heard that Disneyland was the happiest place on earth. Well, that was just out and out a bunch of bull, because the happiest place on earth was right there in the pool at the Cabana Club, with Sam in his arms giving as good as he got.

It was getting extremely warm there in the pool and even though most of the other guests had moved along and headed back to their rooms to get ready for whatever evening festivities they were planning, there were still a few stragglers and a fairly well traveled walkway went right past the pool.

With superhuman strength, Dean remembered himself and where he was. It wasn't that he was kissing his brother, because no one there knew they were brothers, it was what was going to be happening almost immediately, right there in the pool in front of God and anyone else who happened to be around.

Dean kept hold of Sammy and pulled away from the kiss but their foreheads rested against each other and they were both breathing hard, panting from the intensity of the kiss. "Wow," Dean said, almost at a lack for anything more coherent.

"God, I love this place...and Sam...I love you too." Dean admitted to his brother. "Dude, we cannot stay in this pool, we've got to go back to one of the rooms, like right now. In fact, as far as I am concerned we can spend the rest of our time here in one of the rooms, send out for food and give them the key back for the other one, because Sam...baby, you are not going to need your own room."

Sam was still struggling for breath when reality started to rush in. Putting his hand over his burning mouth, he stepped away from his brother, scared, confused… a bit horrified. What had just happened? His mind was so damned cloudy, and his body was giving him these signals… signals he had to ignore if he was gonna stay sane.

He wasn't sure what Dean was saying, but knew it had to do with what just happed. "Dean I… it's…" He shook his head, as if trying to clear it. How was he supposed to explain what he didn't get? "You wanted a hug and then I… I'm sorry, I didn't mean to do that… what the fuck's in these drinks?"

Backing away toward the stairs behind him, his gaze clung to Dean's. He was so out of his depth here, and couldn't piece together how or why he'd kissed Dean like that, and whether Dean had just gone along for the ride because Dean almost always went out of his way for him. But what did he think? What did he think behind those green eyes, right now, about his little brother? Sam wasn't sure he wanted to know.