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“Sammy, wake up. Come on, man, wake up, you're dreaming.”
“Dean? What…?!?”
As Sam broke through the surface of his sleep with a gulp, he could feel his brother's hand still shaking his shoulder. His hunter instincts were blaring alarm bells at him from Dean waking him up so suddenly, but he couldn’t hear or see anything that was an immediate threat, nothing hurt (much), and the ramshackle abandoned cabin they were bunking down in was dark and quiet. Dean was right next to him, as he should be, on the narrow mattress they were currently sharing, the only one in the cabin that hadn’t been soaked through and rotten from the leaking roof.
Sam blinked at his brother in confusion. “Dude, I was sleeping. What’s the emergency?”
“You, uh, you were dreaming. You... you kinda woke me up.”
Dean was usually unfazed by any cringeworthy situations, so the uncharacteristically diffident tone of his voice raised a red flag. What dream could Dean be... as vague impressions floated back to the surface of Sam’s mind, of skin on skin and warm heat, Sam became aware that his leg was hooked over both of Dean’s and that his hard dick was pressed up against his brother’s hip. Sam jolted back while mortification swept over him.
“Oh. Right. Uhm. Sorry man. It was, uh, I was…”
Sam stopped talking when he realized he couldn’t possibly explain the situation away, and instead tried to turn over to his other side, away from his brother, a complicated process since the bunk bed they were crammed into wasn’t wide enough for both of them to lie on their backs. After some shuffling with elbows and knees, Sam managed to turn his back to Dean. Dean turned onto his side as well, so now they were practically spooning except for the careful inch they kept between their bodies.
“Don’t sweat it Sammy. 'S no big deal. Just go back to sleep.”
Dean was in big brother mode now, calm and reassuring. Sam was too embarrassed to even answer with more than a grunt. The minutes passed. Sam was lying tense and wide awake, still mortified and also, impossibly, still turned on. After a while Dean cleared his throat.
“Can’t sleep, huh?”
Sam only huffed in response, hoping his brother would just shut up already and spare them both the embarrassment.
Dean paused for a moment and then went on. “You know if you gotta, you know, clean the pipes, Sammy, you go ahead. As I said, no big deal.”
“Dean, what the fuck?” Sam’s voice came out a high-pitched squeak. Fine. Why not drive his humiliation deeper home.
Dean sighed. “Sammy you’re not gonna fall back asleep, all tense like that, I know you man. You’ll just lie there freaked all night. We need our sleep dude. You do, and so do I. Take care of it.”
Sam couldn’t argue the last point. This was the first safe place they’d found to bunk down in after 6 straight days on the road, running from Leviathans and the entire US law enforcement body. They’d only gotten snatches of sleep folded up on the back seats of the crappy cars they stole, taking turns while the other drove or kept guard, and by now they were both beyond exhausted.
Also, Dean was right. He wasn’t going to go back to sleep unless he got some relief.
“All right,” Sam said slowly, “if you’re sure.”
Sam didn’t know at his point which feeling was stronger: his humiliation or his horniness. Dean had no way of knowing this, but the reason Sam’s erection was keeping him awake instead of dying down from the excruciating embarrassment of being caught humping his brother in his sleep like a hormonal teenager, was lying right behind Sam's back. He could feel Dean’s body heat warming the skin of his back, he could sense Dean breathing on his neck, and he could smell Dean's scent, musky and strong now with old sweat from days on the road, and little Sammy liked all that a lot more than it should. Sam had come to terms with his perverted urges years ago, but there was no way he would ever let Dean catch a glimpse of them.
It was really no wonder this had happened, he mused on. Sam couldn’t remember the last time he got laid (not counting Ruby and Soulless!Sam’s exploits, because, well, they just didn’t count), and what with being on the run, he hadn’t had the privacy for some self-care for months now. It hadn’t been on his mind anyway, what with the stress of his wall breaking and the hallucinations, but apparently his body had decided it had needs after all.
“Get on with it,” Dean muttered behind his head.
Sam stopped overthinking things and decided to just go with it. He reached into his boxers, closing his hand around his hard hot dick. The relief of touch was instant. Sam took a deep breath, tried to think of nothing, and started to jack himself off. He needed to use his left hand, the right arm trapped under his body, so it was a bit awkward at first. When the first heady relief was ebbing away and Sam had settled into something resembling a steady rhythm, the pull of heat slowly building up in his lower belly, his focus returned to Dean.
He could hear and feel Dean’s breathing. It was heavier now than before. Also, Dean was kind of squirming, occasionally brushing up against Sam. It took a few moments to register, but when it dawned on Sam what might be going on behind his back, he went impossibly harder. He squeezed the head of his dick to avoid blowing his load right away and said,
“You know, if you need to as well, you know, take care of things, just go ahead.”
Dean’s voice was hoarse. “You sure Sammy?”
“Sure. As you said, no big deal. We’re brothers man.”
For a moment no one moved, and then Sam could feel Dean turning over onto his back, which brought his side pressing up against Sam’s backside. Sam heard some rustling, and then his brother’s body started to slightly jostle on a rhythm similar to the one Sam had going.
Sam paused for a while. He needed a short break or he was going to come pretty quickly, and he wanted to enjoy this a little longer.
“Something wrong Sam?”
Sam jolted. “No, eh, all’s fine.” Please shut up.
“Got some trouble getting there?” Dean's voice tugged at Sam's gut, threatening to pull him to the edge.
Sam stiffened, muscles tense, trying to keep back, to hold at bay. Shut up shut up.
“Sam you’re not relaxing. It's not gonna happen like this. Just think of nothing and go ahead.”
Dean got it laughably wrong, but Sam could hardly tell him so, so he gave in to the inevitable and started to move his hand again, slowly. His orgasm was already rising up on him like a flood wave. He tried to stave it off as best as he could.
“That’s it Sammy. Just relax. Let it go.” Dean's voice was low and liquid now, sexy molasses, doing funny things to Sam’s insides.
“Dean…”
“Good. That’s good, just like that. Let it all go. You can do that.”
When Sam realized that Dean was apparently planning to talk him all the way through, holding back became a lost cause. Still, he managed to answer, “Yeah.. you too… you need to…”
"Never mind about me. Take care of yourself, Sammy.”
“Dean I- I’m gonna, I’m gonna…”
“Yeah that's good, you can do it, come on now...”
Sam's orgasm swept him away, the voice of his brother steering him through the waves of pleasure, and he started shooting hard ropes of come, whimpering from bliss and relief. Behind his back, Dean was still talking at him, muttering encouragements in a low voice, until he could feel Dean's body tense up and Dean uttered a long, low groan while he came. It sounded a lot like Sammy.
They lay breathing quietly in the dark for a while, coming down. So that just happened, Sam thought. The line he had always been so careful not to cross had just gotten seriously scrambled. He decided then and there to go for broke and step right across what was left of it. They could both die tomorrow anyway.
Sam turned over on his other side, facing Dean, and propped himself up on his elbow. Dean briefly turned his head to look at him and then stared back up at the ceiling. Sam could just make out the shape of his head and the glitter of his eyes in the dark, but reading Dean’s expression was hard.
“You said my name when you came.”
Dean flinched. “Sam, that was, I…”
Sam interrupted him. “That dream I had. You were in it. In fact, you were the main subject.”
Silence. Sam held his breath and prayed, to what God, he didn’t know at this point. Maybe there was a deity of reckless incestuous causes somewhere. He needed to look that up.
Then Dean responded, voice low. “You often dream about me, little brother?”
There was a slight but unmistakable suggestive lilt to the cadence of his words. Sam’s heart unclenched as he slowly breathed out, relief flooding his veins.
“It happens. On occasion.” Sam answered, matching Dean's tone.
“Huh. Not sure how I feel about you getting frisky with dream-me. It kinda feels like I’m missing out.”
“I’ll let you be in my dream if I can be in yours?” Sam offered.
Dean grinned at his brother, flicker of white teeth in the dark. “Sam you dork, what kind of geek quotes Bob Dylan in bed. Also, those dreams were not the sexy kind.”
With that, the tension broke and they were back on familiar territory.
Sam grinned back at Dean. “You knew the quote, brother. So who’s the geek now?”
Then, easy as pie, Sam lowered his head and brushed his lips against Dean’s, and then retracted to judge his brother’s reaction. Dean’s eyes were huge in the dark.
“We really going there, Sam?” Dean's voice had dropped to a whisper now, as if this question was too loaded to be asked out loud.
“I think we kind of already did,” Sam whispered back.
“Huh. Good point.”
Dean brought his hand around Sam's neck and pulled his brother down again. Their mouths met, wet and soft, tongues seeking each other out. There was no hurry or passion, they were both spent and exhausted, but it was the most wonderfully blissful kiss Sam had ever had the pleasure to enjoy. His badass brother, licking into his mouth, so gently, so willingly, sharing this madness with Sam.
They kissed for a long while and finally wound down. Dean cleared his throat and reestablished his big brother credentials.
"Time to sleep now dude."
"Yeah I know."
Sam could already feel himself sinking into sleep, but first he needed to ask something.
"You gonna freak out tomorrow?"
"Probably. But we'll worry about that in the morning after getting some rest."
"S good. Worry about it tomorrow," Sam mumbled, while wrapping his limbs around his brother's lax and welcoming body. He was already drifting off.