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It had been over a year since Waynoka.
Sam had made it into the Honor Society at school in the last year despite all the different schools he'd attended. Dean had been supremely proud of his baby brother but John had just patted the boy on the head without a word. With Sam's encouragement Dean had gotten his GED in-between hunts with John and jobs to keep him and his brother afloat while John was out who knows where.
Sam and Dean hadn't had many interactions with each other since Waynoka.
They tried to sneak around a week or two following their departure from the town. They had been dumped off at a motel room and John left without saying when he'd be back. The boys had instantly sought each other out, yearning for each others touch.
They were on one of the beds in the dark motel room, pressed against each other hot and heavy. Dean had been between Sam's legs, panting, sweating and thrusting hard and fast. Sam had just painted his belly with his cum and his insides were gripping Dean tight, begging for Dean's release when they heard a key slide into the knob.
Dean had thrown himself off of Sam, rolled and fell onto the floor and scrambled to the bathroom while Sam threw down the covers he was lying on and pulled them up over himself just as the bathroom door slammed shut and the door to the motel room opened to reveal John.
Sam was shaking and trying to control his breathing, his senses overloaded. He knew Dean hadn't finished. Their hearts were pounding and the room reeked of sex but fortunately John had been drinking heavily and wasn't all there.
After that incident they both agreed that they wouldn't try to sneak around again; it was too damn risky. What if John hadn't been drunk and noticed the smell, or the way they were acting, or maybe if he'd just been a little faster in opening the door? It would have meant the end of them and they both knew it.
In the beginning it had been hard to keep away from each other but they managed. They knew what was at stake.
John had started noticing that they didn't bicker at each other like they used to. He called it to their attention, assuring them that he was glad they weren't fighting, but he couldn't figure out why they were so nice to each other all of a sudden. In turn, they eventually became shy and wary with each other. Neither brother wanted to risk their father finding out so they ended up reverting back to being more like brothers instead of lovers.
They still gave each other longing looks when John was in the other room. They still stole sweet (and sometimes spicy) kisses when John was away. They never went so far as to even open their pants, they knew giving in that much would lead to other things.
They were all currently piled up in the shiny black Impala going down a long empty highway. They were heading to Bobby Singer's house to retrieve information and supplies for the hunts John had lined up.
Sam and Dean both liked Bobby but John and him had never really gotten along. The two always argued when they were around each other for any length of time. John was always saying that Bobby was too soft on them since Bobby always wanted to take them hunting or fishing; even out to play ball.
Sam winced as his legs cramped up. He lifted his head off of the window and twisted his legs around to a more comfortable position before thumping his head back down onto the glass. The landscape only changed with the occasional mesa on the otherwise very flat and dry plain.
Sam had grown around three inches in the past year and hadn't stopped yet. He was five feet and ten inches tall now. He wasn't sure how tall Dean was at 15, but Dean was six feet tall now and Sam had nearly caught up to him.
Sam sees a town in the distance and he lifts his head and looks out the front windshield between John and Dean's heads. He smiled a little and sighed, beginning to stretch. He knew they were close now and he was very ready to get out of the car.
They pull into Singer Salvage Yard around five o'clock in the evening. Sam and Dean dutifully unload the Impala after John tosses Dean the keys to the trunk saying they'd be staying the night. Bobby comes out of the house to greet them, he gives John a big handshake and a tight lipped smile.
“Hey, John, nice t'see ya again.” Bobby turns and looks at the boys as they approach him carrying the bags. He grins wide under that thick beard of his, his eyes shining happily and he hugs them both, one after the other. “So good t'see you boys. C'mon in and getcha some food. Bet you all are hungry, aren't ya?”
Sam and Dean smile at each other and walk into the house behind John. It was nice and warm in Bobby's house. It was a nice respite from the forty degree temperatures outside.
“Go on and use that room from before Sam, I've got it all set up for ya.” Bobby points towards the staircase as he walks into the kitchen and pours John a glass of whiskey and one for himself.
“Wonder if Dad will let us stay in here...” Dean mumbled quietly as he spotted the single bed in the room.
“I don't know... He let us last time.” Sam said as he put their bags down against the wall, looking back at Dean.
“Dude... that was like four years ago, Sammy.”
They got quiet as they heard John's voice raise slightly downstairs. It was habit for them to go silent and listen when they heard that voice raise. Especially when it sounded like it did now; John was on the edge of anger and his irritation was building. This was the tone he usually used for Sam when Sam would ask him for something even after John had said no.
The boys looked at each other and sighed, they felt for Bobby, but they were glad it wasn't directed at them for a change. They could hear Bobby snap back in response to whatever John had said, effectively shutting John up for now.
Dean walked out of the bedroom they'd possibly share and placed John's duffel in the other spare room down the hallway. There were four bedrooms to the house but Bobby had one of them packed so full of odds and ends that there was no way someone could use it.
Sam went down the stairs slowly but loudly to announce his presence, Dean coming down right behind him. “C'mon in here and get some food into those bellies.” Bobby called out to them before he even saw them.
John pushed himself off of the kitchen counter and walked into the living room to sit down and watch the small television with a glass filled with whiskey in one hand and a plate with a half eaten sandwich in the other. Bobby sat the boys down at the table in the kitchen and set down glasses filled with milk before them.
“Drink up. Got plenty.” Bobby said as he spotted Sam and Dean sipping at the glass. He knew it was more out of habit for preservation than it was just them being polite. Dean was the first to tilt his head back and guzzle down the entire thing. Bobby smiled as he filled both glasses back up after he set a plate of sandwiches down before them.
“Damn, Bobby. You can make a good sandwich.” Dean said through his full mouth as he chomped down on the BLT in his hands. Sam was way too busy working on his second BLT to even comment. Bobby snorted a laugh and clapped Dean on the shoulder firmly as he walked into the living room to join John.
Once the boys were filled with food and drink Bobby sent them upstairs telling them to get some rest. They looked at John as they walked past him towards the stairs, he gave a slight nod of his head, watching them go.
“Why do they have to argue so much? I wish they'd get along, I love it here.” Sam said as he sat at the foot of the bed, almost looking pouty as his shoulders slumped forward, his hands tangled together loosely in-between his knees.
Dean shut their bedroom door and sat down beside him, putting a hand on Sam's back. “You know why, Sam. Dad thinks Bobby goes too easy on us when he should be workin' and trainin' us.” Dean was staring at the side of his little brother's face.
“But Dean, we know how to do most everything already. He doesn't want us having any fun.”
“He just doesn't want us gettin' out of practice and gettin' hurt when we could'a protected ourselves... that's all.” Dean says quietly, he didn't want their dad overhearing him even though the door was firmly shut.
Sam let out a sigh, he wanted to keep pressing Dean for answers but he knew only John had them. He knew that Dean would defend John to the end anyway.
Dean opened his mouth to speak but the words were stopped before he could even begin. Their dad was yelling now and Bobby was yelling right back at him over John. Dean ran his hand over Sam's tense back slowly. Sam leaned into the touch and let out a breath he didn't know he was holding.
“Dean...” Sam whispered, he sounded so needy and young again. Sam's eyebrows began knitting together in the middle, his eyes shifting from Dean's left eye to the right eye then down to Dean's mouth as Dean leaned in and pressed his lips to his.
They turned towards each other and hugged tight as they kissed hard and deep. Their teeth were clicking together and they tasted like bacon and nostalgia as their tongues shoved and slid against each other, fighting for dominance.
Dean ripped his mouth away from Sam's and pressed hard, wet kisses down Sam's neck to his shoulder where he buried his face and held his little brother tight. They were gripping each other so tight it was hard to breathe. “Missed you so much Sammy...” Dean whispered against his shirt, Dean's strong fingers twisting hard in the soft material at his back.
Sam had his hand on the back of Dean's head and he was kissing all over Dean's ear and neck. “Dean... I love you.” he whispered back over and over again. They could hear the men downstairs tossing angry arguments back at each other but it did little to sour their mood. It was so good just to get a good hold on each other again. Their dad was usually so quiet they had no idea where he was, but now with someone else to distract him they could take the risk.
They sat there holding each other just like that for a few long and cherished minutes. They had calmed down and were now boneless against each other in gentle and loving holds.
The sound of a glass and plate being roughly put into the kitchen sink broke them out of their moment and consequently their hold on each other. Dean stood from the bed and leaned over to pick some things out of his bag. Sam was crouched on the floor digging in his own bag on the other side of the bed when the door to their bedroom opened and John walked in, staring the two of them down.
“Which one of you is sleepin' in here?” John asked them, his eyes narrowing slightly.
Dean turned to look at him and stood up out of respect as he spoke to him, “I was figurin' we both would. I put your duffel in the bedroom down the hall, sir.” Dean answered with a tilt of his head towards said room.
John gave an irritated sigh and ran a hand up over his face and through his hair. “You two are way too old to be sleepin' in the same bed. Dean, you take my room. I'll sleep on the couch.” John turns to walk down the hall and Bobby's voice stops him. “Bullshit. You've all been movin' from place to place. You probably need a good bed even more than those boys, John. I ain't havin' you sleep on the damn couch. They've been sharin' a bed since they was little.” Bobby turned to look at them in the room. “Y'all don't mind bunkin' together tonight do ya?”
Sam and Dean both looked to John instinctively. It was Dean who spoke up, “Bobby's right, Dad. You need a good bed and some good rest.”
John's face soured impossibly further and he turned with a sigh, “Do whatever the hell you want, I guess.” They could all tell the drunkard was tired and ready to pass out any second, he normally wouldn't have given in so easily.
Bobby watched after John until the bedroom door closed and locked. “Well... see you two in the mornin'. Go 'head and sleep in, there's no need wake up s'early when you don't gotta.” Bobby reached out to grab the doorknob to pull the door shut but he stopped, “Oh, and don't you worry 'bout your daddy. I'll deal with 'im.” Bobby smiled fondly at them and pulled the door shut. They could hear his light footsteps go down the stairs.
Sam looked at Dean and smiled a little at his older brother's back as he began to shed off his jackets and take his shoes off. Once they were dressed for bed they got in and held each other close, giving silent kisses to one another before they separated and slept with their backs pressed tight against each other.