Warnings and Disclaimers: See Chapter 1
Sam could feel Dean's eyes on him. The evening had been pleasant enough. Dean had been the perfect gentleman. The restaurant was nice and Sam was sure Jess would have loved the place. Dean noticed the change in Sam's mood.
"Thinking about Jesse?" he asked.
Sam just nodded.
"I'm sorry Sammy, maybe this wasn't such a good idea."
"It's fine," Sam said, reaching for his older brother's hand. "I take back what I said earlier. You've got good taste."
"So," Dean broached the subject carefully, "If this was our first official date would I get another?"
Sam smiled, "Yeah, definitely."
Dean placed his hand on top of his brother's.
"So, your place or mine?"
A genuine snort of laughter escaped Sam's mouth. "You don't give up do you?"
Dean was just happy to see the guilt and anguish wash away from his beautiful brother.
"No, and I have several restraining orders to prove it."
Sam's eyes crinkled at the corners as waves of laughter washed over him.
"Thanks Dean," Sam said earnestly.
"For what?"
"For this. It was sweet."
"I'm a sweet guy," Dean smiled mischievously.
"And very humble as well."
Both brother's hadn't noticed they were still holding hands until their waiter came over to inquire if everything was okay. Dean was about to snatch his hand back but Sam held it steady.
"We'd like the check," Sam said, staring defiantly at the waiter.
Put off by their public display, their waiter disappeared into a corner and quickly scribbled out the check.
"I like my dates spunky," Dean quipped.
"He's an asshole and..."
"And?" Dean asked, dipping his head to see his brother's eyes beneath the bangs that hid them.
"And...I'm not ashamed to be out with you." Sam raised his chin and gazed across the table at his brother.
The mood was only broken by their insipid waiter returning with the check. Dean whipped out one of his phony credit cards and paid the check. He was surprised when Sam grasped hold of his hand again as they walked to the car.
"So continuing with our little baseball metaphor, where do I stand now," Dean asked, trying to be nonchalant about the strange turn of events.
"I thinking you're sliding into first base," Sam answered, leaning against the passenger side door.
"First base. That would include what? Petting, kissing....I'm just curious."
"Maybe some kissing."
"Hmm," Dean nodded. "Wanna go park up somewhere?"
"We have a room remember?"
"Are you saying..."
"I'm saying this is a small town. Let's go back to our room where it's private."
Dean scampered around to the driver's side and quickly slid in. He was about to pop in one of his tapes but he thought better of it. Sam hated the music he listened to and Dean didn't want to do anything to put Sam out of the mood.
Nearly twenty minutes later and they were back at their motel room. Sam had been quiet the whole ride and Dean was pretty sure whatever was happening at the restaurant was over now. He should have insisted on parking somewhere, he thought. As the entered, Dean flicked on the light resigned to cherishing another day of flirting with his baby brother.
Sam disappeared into the bathroom so Dean stripped down to his tee shirt and briefs and lay atop his covers. He grabbed the remote and flicked through the channels trying to find something to keep his mind occupied. He tried not to get his hopes up when he heard the sound of the shower running. The bathroom door creaked open and Sam stuck his head out.
"Hey Dean, they've got a steam shower in here. You should try it."
Before Dean could speak, Sam disappeared back into the bathroom, leaving the door cracked. Dean did something he'd never done before. He hesitated. He knew he and Sam were good looking enough to have almost any girl in any town they stopped in. He also knew Sam well enough to know that he wasn't looking for a one night stand. Sam was into relationships. That's why he left home to begin with. He wanted to bond with people, go to school, have friends, be normal.
Along time ago, Dean had wanted the same things. He always dreamed of having a rock band in high school, shooting pool with his friends, going to the prom, the whole nine yards. By the age of sixteen he had pretty much dropped out of school. He'd tried a few times to get his GED but hunting monsters took up too much of his time. Before his seventeenth birthday he was learning pool for the sole purpose of hustling money for the next adventure. He spent his eighteenth birthday on his knees in a filthy bathroom stall. That little escapade only garnered him twenty bucks.
By twenty-one Dean couldn't really say how many men and women he'd been with. The money never seemed to last. He suddenly felt unclean and undeserving of his precious brother. He felt like he was soiling him, corrupting him. Sam was pure in his mind and a selfish part of him wanted that purity for himself. The other part of him wanted to protect Sam from all the things he'd suffered.
"Water's getting cold," Sam called out.
There were a thousand responses he could have offered and stayed right there on his bed, but Dean knew he wasn't about to offer any of them. As if in a trance, Dean stripped off his underwear and walked into the shower. The room was hot and sticky with steam.
"I thought you said the water was getting cold?" Dean questioned.
Sam peeped his head out from behind the almost sheer plastic curtain. "It would have been if you sat out there any longer."
"Sammy...are you sure..."
"I thought I was supposed to be the brooding one. Now get your ass in here."
Dean stumbled forward and climbed into the shower. In one fluid move, Sam pulled the curtain closed and swept Dean into his arms pulling his back against his chest. Warm pulses of water washed over Dean's chest and abs. He felt Sam hard behind him. He was rubbing something across his chest. Dean followed the huge hand that dragged across his chest and watched it slowly become covered with soapy foam.
"This feels like rounding third to me," Dean groaned.
"Shut up Dean," Sam growled in his ear.
Dean let his head rest against his taller brother's shoulder. Sam was in control here and he wouldn't have it any other way. Despite the warm water, Dean's body shivered as the soap continued it's journey south until it reached its final destination. Dean's body bucked against his brother's, his ass slapping against the hardened shaft poking him. Dean thought he should probably feel guilty for leading his brother on and baiting him into this very moment but he quickly pushed those thoughts aside. Sam was touching him, kissing his neck, making tiny sounds that said he was enjoying this. Dean wondered if Sam had thought about this as often as he had.
"Sammy, have you thought about..." Dean panted.
"God Dean, what do I have to do to shut you up?" Sam asked. Then the solution came.
Sam spun his brother around to face him and planted a hard kiss on his older brother. It gave Sam a measure of satisfaction to see his brother's eyes widen in shock. Dean could feel his brother smiling against his lips. Not one to be outdone by his baby brother, Dean pushed his tongue against the smirking lips and forced his way inside. He felt Sam's body spasm as if a volt of electricity had just passed through his body. Sam stumbled backward pulling Dean with him. Sam's back crashed into the back wall of the shower and Dean slammed forward hard, trying to prevent them both from falling. All Dean could imagine was them being found naked and dead in a tangled heap.
"Dammit Dean," Sam groaned, wincing in obvious pain.
"You okay," Dean asked, still holding his brother up.
"No. I think you broke my back."
"Don't be such a baby. Here sit down."
Sam slid slowly down the cold tile wall, gently guided by Dean. Dean knelt between his brother's long outstretched legs and pulled his brother forward against his chest. He ran his hands through the back of Sam's hair checking for bumps before running a hand up and down Sam's spine. Dean wasn't sure what he was supposed to be checking for but instinct dictated that he check anyway.
"You okay," Dean asked again.
Sam saw the wide eyed panic on his brother's face and broke out into a smile.
"What's so funny?" Dean said a little worried.
"Why Dean Winchester," Sam began in his best southern belle accent, "I do believe you care."
"Bitch," Dean barked.
"Control freak," Sam retorted.
"Slut." Dean smiled.
"You turned on?"
Dean nodded and leaned in and kissed Sam fiercely on the lips. Sam shivered and Dean smirked, satisfied that he could elicit such responses from his brother.
"My kisses make you shiver," Dean gloated.
"The water's gone cold," Sam answered, nodding towards the spray of now lukewarm water that was hitting Dean's back a pooling around Sam's legs and waist.
"I knew that," Dean smiled.
He stood offering his brother a hand. Dean turned off the water and stepped out of the shower grabbing a towel for himself and tossing one to Sam. The two dried themselves. Neither spoke for awhile. Sam wrapped the too small towel around his waist as best as he could and headed out the bathroom.
"Sam?" Dean called after him.
"Yeah."
"I'm sorry," Dean mumbled, staring down at the tiled floor.
"For?"
"For ruining the moment. I wanted this to be perfect."
Sam approached his brother. Lifting his chin in the palm of his hands, he waited for Dean's eyes to meet his own.
"The best dates aren't perfect," he said gently, "they're memorable."
"So steam shower wrestling..." Dean began, staring into Sam's eyes.
"Definitely a classic." Sam replied, before leaning down for what he hoped wouldn't be their last kiss of the evening.