Brother Mine

The promise is what had Sam scrunch his eyes up to stop the flow of tears which were about to ensue. He couldn't help but to relax in Dean's embrace, the feeling of strong arms around him, the very ones which held him all those years ago when he had his very first nightmare. Dean was there. He always has been. "Dean?" Sam croaked, his eyes adjusting to the pitch black of the night.

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Dean held his breath as Sam continued to shake, rubbing his palms up and down the arms of his brother, to comfort him. Feeling Sam relax under him, he blew it out, sighing in relief. Another nightmare, done with. He knew there would be many more to tackle, just like he knew his own fucked up dreams would grab him by the throat and not let go until he thought he would never take another breath. But he dealt with those himself. He looked up at the sound of his name, frowning. "Yeah, Sammy?"

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Once he was fully relaxed, Sam closed his eyes, not wanting to see Dean's reaction to the question that had been plaguing him for hours. Sighing gently, he turned his head against the pillow, getting comfortable. "Were you going to kiss me earlier? Not that I would have minded... It's just..." He trailed off, cursing himself at the word vomit that was coming out, he was embarrassing himself.

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Dean swallowed, thickly, the lump that had worked its way into his throat, almost choking him. Truth was, he did want to kiss Sam, but he'd chickened out, the voice in the back of his head, reminding him that it was wrong. "Sammy," he sighed, digging the heel of his palm into his eyes, "I don't think that's a good idea.."

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Sam tried hard to not let the disappointment show on his face, but he couldn't help it. Rejection lapped at his insides, circling in the pit of his stomach as he frowned, confusion marring his features. All the times before that he swore that they'd kiss, rearing their ugly heads. "I... Oh." He also tried not to sound so down, but again, he couldn't help it. "I get it and... I'm sorry." Sam mumbled. Not believing himself.

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Dean huffed, feeling guilty for letting Sam down, letting his head rule over his heart. "No, you don't get it." Sliding off his brother, he came to rest by his side, pushing his brother's floppy fringe back so he could look into his eyes. He didn't very much like that his brother could read him so well, could pre-empt his actions. Brushing his thumb across Sam's cheek, he sighed, rolling over onto his back. "I want to.." he whispered, eyes wide as he stared up at the ceiling.

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Sam wanted to feel overjoyed at his brother's admission, but, he couldn't. There was something that was stopping Dean, and he had no clue as to what it may be. It was another thing entirely than his problem, that's for sure. Even if he were to ask, Dean wouldn't tell him. Having like to deal with his own shit, Dean was good at that. "But?" Sam prompted gently, watching Dean curiously.

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Dean sighed, not wanting to explain why he was reluctant to kiss Sam. His brother. Did he really need to remind them of that little tit bit of information? The last time had been a mistake, Dean knew that. It seems that Sam, didn't. "But..nothing." Throwing the covers off his legs, he swung around to a sitting position, rubbing at his eyes. "I need the bathroom."

He'd stayed locked up in the narrow bathroom for longer than necessary, willing his erection to go away, hoping that Sam had passed out by then. Splashing some cold water over his face, he reached for the door handle and stopped dead. Was that Sam, moaning?

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Sam's torso was rested up against the headboard as his legs were spread wide, boxers discarded in some corner of the room, eyes closed shut as his hand moved along his length. He needed relief and he honestly did not care if he was caught, maybe then Dean would act on his feelings. His lips parted, moans falling as easily as breathing. All that was filling his mind was his lips around his brothers thick cock.

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Dean braced his hands against the wooden door, head hung low, breaths leaving his lungs, too quickly. Eyes screwed shut, he tried to block out the moans and groans coming from the next room, tried to tell himself that it wasn't the most erotic thing he had ever heard. Tried to stop his body reacting to them. But it was fruitless, his body disobeying his mind, his cock throbbing in his shorts. Palming himself, he squeezed, hoping it would stave off the need to act on his thoughts enough for him to stay put. That was a fruitless act, too. It only further proved what he tried to deny. He wanted Sam, needed him.

He welcomed the coolness of the wood against his flustered cheek as he pressed himself against the door, furiously jerking himself off to the melodic sounds of his brother. If he had to get himself off, so be it, but he would not leave that bathroom.

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Dean's name fell from his as he came hard into his hand and the towel that he so smartly out underneath himself. Sam was exhausted and somewhat disappointed. His brother was still in that bathroom, no chance of coming out now. He didn't know if it was himself or the fact that they were related stopping Dean from acting on his feelings. They were there, that part was obvious, but it was getting him to admit that which was proving to be a problem. After cleaning himself up, he tossed the towel somewhere and pulled on his boxers, crawling back into bed, waiting for Dean to come out of that damn bathroom.

Sam was asleep when Dean decided to come out.

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Dean had waited as long as he could, before creaking the door open enough to see out. He breathed a sigh of relief as he saw Sam, curled up on his side, his chest rising and falling, steadily. Slipping out through the door, he tip toed over to his bed and sat down, about to crawl under the covers when Sam whimpered in his sleep. Swallowing thickly, he chewed on his lip, debating whether to go to his brother. Feeling guilty for rejecting Sam, he threw back the covers and got up, climbing into Sam's bed. Curling up around the other, he draped his arm across his brother's slim waist. "Shhh, it's okay, Sammy, I'm here," he whispered, squeezing tighter.

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Sam inched closer to the sudden warmth that made it's way into his bed and it was strange how he calmed down. The nightmare stopped as warmth squeezed his side, he hummed gently in his sleep and curled up more. Happy to have a dreamless sleep.

When he woke up, Sam was surprised to see Dean's arm draped over him and he was even more shocked to feel his brother's chest against his back. But, he wasn't complaining one bit.

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Dean snuggled further into the warmth, humming. He was unaware that he was, in fact, rutting up against Sam's ass, the dream he was having, far too good to stop. Tightening his hold on his brother, he panted, his face buried in Sam's hair. In his dream, he was flat on his back, Sam hovering over him, all tan flesh and taut muscles, pounding into him. "Sammy," he moaned, breathlessly, "don't stop."

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Sam's eyes widened at the moan of his name, he had to physically pinch his skin to make sure that he wasn't dreaming. Too far gone, he could feel the hardness of Dean's cock up against his ass. He tried too hard to stop himself from moaning, to stop himself from shaking Dean awake to comply to his wishes. Closing his eyes, his head tilted back, jaw slack as he allowed Dean to grind up against him.

(Goodbye )
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Dean was properly groaning, fingers digging into Sam's hips as he rubbed himself up against his brother like an animal in heat. "Sammy, need..come." His voice was croaky, thick with sleep, that gravelly tone even deeper than usual. More grinding, Dean was panting harshly, eyes screwed shut, jaw clenched. He awoke suddenly, gasping for breath, wondering why the front of his boxers was wet and sticky. Disorientated, he opened his eyes fully, understanding that he'd had a wet dream. "What the hell?" He muttered under his breath, wondering why he had had that dream. It was the tickling of Sam's hair against his face that had him rolling over onto his back, the movement so fast he ended up on the floor with a thump.

"Shit. Um, sorry, Sam," he mumbled, his cheeks heating up with embarrassment.

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Sam sighed, eyes screwed shut as rejection, once again, flooded his system. All he wanted was Dean to admit his feelings for him without backtracking a million times. Looking back over his shoulder at Dean once he stood, he tried hard not to stare at the front of his pants, but he couldn't help himself. "It's fine. You probably want to clean that up, I'll go and get us some breakfast." He murmured, tone indifferent. Getting up, he pulled on his jeans and a shirt, grabbing the keys to the impala before walking out of the room. He didn't know what it would take for Dean just to say something, anything.

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Dean slumped down to the bed as the door swung shut with a bang, head in his hands. The way that Sam had looked at him, hadn't gone unnoticed, making Dean feel like shit. The last thing he wanted to do was hurt his brother, but he just couldn't do what the other wanted. He wasn't stupid, he knew the longing looks and lingering touches meant something. But he just couldn't get passed the fact that it was wrong, they were wrong.

Getting to his feet, he paced, tugging on his hair. He felt so conflicted. Part of him wanted to push his brother up against the wall and have his way with him, but the other half, wanted to run as far away from the feelings, as fast as he could.

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Sam returned a while later, an hour to be exact, paper bag and coffee in hand. Walking past Dean, he ignored his brother's attempts to apologise. Instead, putting his concentration on separating their breakfast, Dean liking his things different to Sam. Handing Dean his, Sam sat down as far from his brother as possible. He knew that there was something. But, Dean being the type to follow the rules all the time, he knew that the older man wouldn't be admitting his feelings any time soon.

The rejection lapped at his body, caressing him gently, feeding to his doubts. Sam's feelings were coiled tight like a snake, striking deadly every so often. Sam was teetering on the edge of pitying himself and turning to the bottle - like Dean would - to solve his problem.

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The tension in the room was palpable, so thick, Dean was almost choking on it. Scouring the local newspaper, he wanted to sag in relief at the hint of a case. Scanning through the details, he finished off his breakfast, dumping the empty bag in the trash when his phone started ringing. He ran to his bag, throwing things out in his haste to get to the phone. It was the phone his dad used to keep in contact.

Flipping it open, he saw there had been a new voicemail left for him. Frowning, he listened to it, trying to hear his dad's voice over the crackling of the line. "Sam! It's dad, but I can't hear him properly."

Sam snatched the phone from his brother's grasp and listened, rolling his eyes. "That's because there's electronic voice phenomenon in this message! Listen carefully." He put the phone onto speaker, and held it between them. A faint, female voice came through to them, almost like she were straining to speak.

"I can never go home."

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