Brother, Bestfriend and Lover

Author's Notes: This is my first Supernatural Fic. I would like to thank BewareTheIdes for Betering this fic for me. I don't know you personally but I love ya. Thanks


Chapter 1

Here he is lying on another bed in another motel in another town wishing that his life was different, that they were different, but then again, in a way he was different. The feelings he had were wrong, he knew it, and he knew that the world would see it that way too. He wasn’t sure how Dean would see it, probably just ignore it and pretend Sam didn’t say anything. He was brought back to the now by Dean yelling his name.

“Sammy, you listenin to me.?” Dean shouted.

“What?” Sam asked, slightly startled.

“What is wrong with you lately? You been in your own world.” Dean said as he got up from the table.

“Nothing's wrong” Sammy said quietly

“Bullshit” Dean scoffed

“Really Dean, nothing is wrong” Sam said as he ran his hands over his face

Dean sighed getting up and sat next to Sam on the bed “You know you can tell me anything, right?”

Sam just looked at Dean with wide eyes. Had Dean just had a chick flick moment? Something was going on here; Dean didn't talk like that, he just didn't. Sam sat staring at him for what felt like ages but he knew that it was just minutes. He shook his head to clear it a bit and nodded “Yeah I know that”.

“So what's going on in that head of yours Sammy?” he asked as he tapped the side of Sam's head

“It's just....” Sam began but stopped himself. How in the hell could he explain this to Dean, it would have him running screaming from the room. Well, ok, not running or screaming, but walking really really fast.

“Just what, Sammy? Come on dude you got me worried here” Dean said with concern.

“It's nothing man, just me being a prat, that's all.” Sam finally answered.

“All right Sammy, be like that” Dean said as he got up and went back to the table.

Dean picked up the paper again but wasn't really reading it. He was watching Sam out of the corner of his eye as he laid down again, put his arm over his eyes and let out a slow sigh.

xxxxx

After a while Dean looked up from the paper and noticed that Sam's breathing had evened out and he was now sleeping. Dean sat with his elbows on his knees, hands under his chin, just watching. After a moment he got up from where he was sitting and slowly made his way over to the bed that held his brother, his beautiful baby brother, Sammy.

He stood at the foot of the bed staring at a smooth line of Sam's skin just above the waist line of his jeans which had come down low on his hips.

He wanted to reach out and touch that expanse of flesh and feel it's silkiness; which he just knew would be silky. He had imagined touching that skin, running his fingertips over it and feeling the shudder from Sam when he did. He dreamt of kissing that skin, from the sinuous neck all the way to the silken …

“Dean, what are you doing?” Sam lazily asked as he lifted himself on to his elbows

Dean was brought out of his fantasies by Sam's voice. “Huh?” was all he could get out before he spun on his heel and practically ran to the bathroom and slammed the door.

Dean slid down the bathroom door and his ass hit the floor with a thud.

“Fuck” he said to himself. He couldn't believe Sammy had caught him while he was fantasising about him. “Fuck” he repeated and banged his head against the door, even though he knew it would bring Sam knocking.

“Dean, are you ok?” Sam asked through the door.

“Yeah Sammy, I'm fine. Just give me a minute ok, then we can go get some dinner” he forced.

“Ok” Sam answered but did not move away from the door.

“I can hear you thinkin' from in here , Geek Boy” Dean said as he got up off the floor and walked to the sink.

“Jerk” Sam retorted and started to put on his shoes.

“Bitch” Dean smiled

Dean looked at himself in the mirror and shook his head. This is your little brother dude, you should not be thinking of him that way, he berated himself mentally, Sam would probably run screaming from the room and never return if he knew what you were thinking. He shook his head again splashed his face with water, wiped it off with the towel and headed out the bathroom door to get dinner.

Xxxxxx

Dean let out an almighty burp as they laid back on their respective beds, watched TV and drank beer.

“Fuckin Hell Dean, rude much!” Sam laughed
“Oh you love it, Sammy Boy” Dean replied then let another one rip.

“Whatever” Sam rolled his eyes at his brother's antics, but secretly he did love it; he loved everything that Dean did no matter what it was and with Dean that normally meant disgusting.

“Dean?” Sam said, breaking the silence

“What?” Dean replied

“What were you doin' before, you know, when I woke up and you were just standing there?” Sam asked quietly, silently hoping that Dean would say that he was checking him out, but knew that he wouldn't.

“Nothing, was just checkin' to see if you were still breathin'” Dean said quickly

Sam just looked over at him, “ok”. Bullshit, he wanted to add but didn't

“I'm gonna grab a shower” Dean said suddenly and was up and in the bathroom before Sam even registered what Dean had said.

Dean stood under the spray of water with his head down and his hands braced on the tile wall, the water running over his neck and down his chest. He leaned on the wall behind him as he let the water caress his smooth chest, his hand rose and followed the course of the water. He ran his thumb over the nub of his left nipple, gasping as it instantly grew hard.

His hand slowly travelled down and softly caressed his stomach, before he wrapped his fingers around his hardening length, hissing at the contact. He thrust his hips into his hand and groaned as he pictured Sam going to his knees in front of him and taking him in his warm mouth.

“Oh God” he moaned as the image of Sam looked up at him through his bangs and drew Dean into his throat, which he worked to bring Dean to climax. He never really took that long when he thought of Sammy sucking him off like that. “Sammy” Dean breathed as he squeezed his cock and came hard. He stood there panting, feeling as though he could sleep for a week and watched his essence wash down the drain.

As soon as Sam heard the shower running all he could think of was the warm water running over his brother's smooth, gorgeous torso. He palmed the growing bulge in his denims, moaning at the pressure. Imagining Dean in the shower was one of Sam’s favourite wank visions, so he knew it wouldn't be long before he is calling Dean's name and coming on his hand and stomach. And today would be no different.

Sam closed his eyes and envisioned Dean’s hand slowly travelling down and softly caressed his own stomach, before he wrapped his fingers around his hardening length, hissing at the contact. He slowly thrust his hips into his hand and groaned as he pictured Dean going to his knees in front of him and taking him in his warm mouth, he pictured Dean looking up at him with those green eyes and hollow cheeks as he slowly sucked him in. This was all he could take as he pulled one last time with a flick of his wrist he was coming. He lay there panting and wishing that Dean had done that for real to him, but he knew that it would never be and that he would just have to live with his hand and his thoughts.

“Come on Dean, I need to use the bathroom” Sammy banged on the door. He sure bloody did with what he just imagined.

“Yeah yeah, keep your shirt on Francis” Dean said, trying to get himself in check. He wrapped a towel low on his hips and walked out “All yours, Sammy”

Sam stood there for a moment and watched a water droplet run slowly down Dean’s chest, across his nipple and over his abs to the towel. He was aware that he was staring but he just couldn't bring himself to look away. He felt Dean's eyes on him and he brought his eyes up to meet his brother's

He was in front of Dean before he even knew what was happening. He leaned in and ran his tongue up Dean's neck just so he could taste his brother, and he was right, it was heavenly.

“Mmmmm...” Sam moaned

Dean let out a small whimper as Sam's tongue ran up side neck. Then he came back to himself and pushed Sam away.

“What the fuck, Sammy” he sputtered.

Sam just looked at him and advanced on him again. He pushed Dean back so that he was against the bench in the “kitchen” of their room, and attached his mouth to Dean's. He licked Dean's bottom lip trying to coax them apart, Dean refused but gasped when Sam ran his hand down his chest and ran his thumb over his nipple. Sam's tongue pushed inside of Dean's mouth and he let out a growl at the taste of Dean, hands running all over Dean’s chest.

Sam was mesmerised by Dean's torso, every muscle. He wasn’t sure if the intake of breath came from him or Dean, but when he looked, Dean's his eyes were closed. Sam bent and kissed his way down, flicking his tongue over one of Dean’s nipples, making him moan.

Dean put his hand on the back of Sam’s head and grabbed his hair, pulling his head back up level with himself. He licked up the length of Sam’ neck to his jaw line, then kissed him roughly causing Sam to lose his breath.

“What do you want, Sammy” Dean asked.

“Want you Dean, want you inside me” Sam moaned.

Dean stopped and looked Sam in the eye

“Are you sure Sammy? I don't want to hurt you .” he asked hoping that Sam was not lying. But from the look in his eyes, Dean could see that this is what Sam wanted and what Sam wanted, Sam got.

“You would never hurt me Dean and I trust you” Sam told him.

Dean smiled and kissed him as he walked Sam backwards. Pushing him back on the bed knocked the wind out of him, but. Dean caught the breath with a fierce kiss. Dean's hand was on Sam’s groin, feeling his heat and the twitch of his cock through the denim. Dean ran his hands down Sam's torso and ran it up under his shirt and proceeded to push it up and off, Sam pulled Dean to him, hissing at the feel of skin on skin.

Dean kissed his way down Sam’ body, licking, sucking and biting, leaving small purple bruises. He sucked on Sam’s nipple, then he looked up at Sam. “Fuck I could get lost in your eyes, Sammy”. Dean gave a half smile and bit down, making him hiss.

Dean did the same to the other and slowly licked his way down to Sam’s groin, where he nuzzled the hardness and made Sam moan when he placed his mouth over it and blew. He didn't need to undo Sam’s jeans as they were a size too big for him and the just slipped off Sam’s hips, then he buried his face in Sam’s groin to inhale his smell.

“Fuck you smell good, Sammy” Dean moaned.

Dean lightly ran his tongue over the length of Sam’s cock and feeling it twitch, he bent down and licked the tip of it tasting the pre-cum. He licked the length of it and smiled when he heard a moan come from Sam.

“Dean” Sam breathed and lightly put his hand on Dean's shoulder. As Dean sucked Sam's cock into his mouth Sam dug his finger into Dean's shoulder knowing that he would leave marks but not caring, because the feeling of Dean’s mouth on his cock was sensational. Dean slowly worked his fingers up to Sam's mouth, he slipped them in and Sammy gladly sucked them in. When Dean thought that they were wet enough he removed them and heard a slight whimper from Sam at the loss.

Smiling at the noises Sammy was making, Dean placed a finger at Sam's opening and pushed forward, feeling resistance, then Sam relaxing and letting him enter.

“Yeah baby, that’s it let me in” Dean growled.
Dean worked his finger in and out of Sam's hole relishing in the noises Sam was making. He slowly inserted a second finger, now moving them in a scissor motion and giving his wrist a slight twist as he went in, moving over Sam's prostate every time making him buck his hips upward.

The pleasure forced his cock deeper into Dean's mouth, but Dean was ready for that so he backed off a bit to avoid gagging. His fingers where still working inside of Sam moving in and out. Suddenly Dean stopped and Sam moaned for him not to.

Dean moved from on top of Sam and got off the bed
“Where are you going?” Sam whined

“Shhh….baby, don’t worry it’s going to get better” Dean said in a low husky voice and searched in his duffle “Aha” he said as he found what he was looking for.

He positioned himself back between Sam’s’ legs.
Sam watched as Dean took himself in hand and worked the lube up and down the straining length, hissing as the cold liquid touched his cock. When Dean was ready, he took Sam’s leg and placed it around his waist, the other on his shoulder to open Sam up for him.

“You ready Baby?” Dean asked. Sam looked Dean in the eye and nodded.

Sam could feel the head of Dean's cock pushing into him; he opened his legs wider to allow Dean better access, causing Dean to sink in a bit more then he planned. Sam hissed and Dean stopped.

“You ok Baby? Did I hurt you?” Dean asked, kissing Sam to help relax him.

“A bit, just wait a minute” Sam ground out. Dean felt Sam relax and he used his feet to bring Dean closer, pulling Dean all the way to the hilt and making Sam arch his back and moan.

“Fuck yeah, nice and tight baby” Dean said.

“Mmmmm” was all Sam could manage because the sensation of Dean's cock in his ass was overwhelming.

Sam pulled Dean down for a kiss making Dean go deeper into him, making them both moan, “Fuck Sammy, so good” Dean moaned out against Sam’s lips. He was now pounding into his brother, getting to his knees to change the angle.

“Dean…I can’t hold on much longer” Sam said between gritted teeth.
Dean grabbed Sam’s cock and started to pump in time with his thrusts.

“Come for me, Sammy. Wanna see you come baby” Dean moaned as he thrust into Sam, brushing past his prostate, making Sam scream his name and shoot all over his stomach and Dean's hand. Dean thrust once more into Sam and came deep in him, groaning “Sammy”.

Dean collapsed onto Sam, breathing hard “Fuck, baby that was awesome”.

“Mmmmm” was all Sam said.

Dean pulled out of Sam and bent to pick up his shirt and clean them up. He threw the shirt next to the bathroom door and crawled up next to Sam, pulling him close and placing Sam’s' head on his chest. He placed a small kiss on his head and closed his eyes.

“Dean” Sam breathed

“Hmm?”

“Thank you”

Dean looked at Sam with a slight frown and said “For what Sammy?”

“For loving me” Sam said

“Anytime Sammy, anytime” said Dean as he smiled into his brother’s hair and tightened his hold on him. Sam’s breathing evened out and Dean knew he was asleep.

“Thank you, Sammy. I love you” Dean said as he drifted off to sleep next to his brother, best friend and now lover.

End