He knew, in that split second before it happened. He didn't need Sam's visions to let him know what was coming. In the stillness of the dark forest, he heard the rustling of the underbrush, followed by the distinct rattle. He tried to avoid it, but the searing pain came anyway as the snake sank his fangs into the tender part of his thigh. Although he would never admit later, Dean screamed like a little girl, alerting Sam to the danger - and allowing his brother to demonstrate his sharpshooter skills.

He would've liked to have kept the rattle as a souvenir, but before he could tell Sam to get it, Dean found himself thrown over his little brother's shoulder moments before they were crashing through the trees, headed back to the Impala. The sharp knife glinted in the overhead light and the tip sliced through his skin like butter. X marks the spot, he thought to himself, moments before passing out.

His eyes fluttered open as he felt warm lips pressing against his skin. A smile crept across his face as he tried to remember who the lucky girl was that he had picked up that night. It would be nice to put a name to the face that was currently sucking away on his thigh. Callie, maybe? No, that was in Wichita. Jennifer? Leslie? Dean shook his head, trying to clear the fog that had settled there. He reminded himself not to drink so much next time before passing out once again.

His head pounded out a steady rhythm as he tried to wake up. There were too many sounds in the room as he slowly opened his eyes. His leg was numb, his brain was fuzzy and the light from the bathroom burned into his brain. The walls were moving, slowly undulating like a stripper approaching the pole. For a moment, he forget where he was, who he was, and then his vision began to clear.

His father was in the middle of the room, wearing a grass skirt. Bobby was there, sipping a beer and whistling as John danced the hula. Ellen had a whip in her hand and was leading Ash around the floor with a collar and leash. Dean shook his head once, to try and clear the disturbing images in front of him, but that only caused the fireworks to go off behind his eyes and he groaned loudly, the sound echoing off the walls.

Sam rushed to his side, fussing over him like a mother hen. He wanted to ask what the hell was going on, but his tongue felt like a rubber weight in his mouth. Again he felt warm lips on his thigh and he tried to figure out who had slipped what in to his drink. When he opened his eyes again, the walls were covered in psychedelic acid-trippy colors, like something out of an old Scooby Doo cartoon. His mother sat on a chair in the middle of the room, reading Green Eggs and Ham to a demon child that closely resembled his little brother.

Unconsciousness claimed him once again and he drifted from place to place in his dreams. He remembered the fire. Remembered running from the house with the baby in his arms. He remembered fighting next to his father, tracking down the demon responsible for killing his mother. Sammy leaving. Sammy coming back. The whispering voice of his father in his ear, telling him that someday he just might to kill his brother to protect the world.

Then he felt something cool pressing against his skin, followed by soft hands smoothing over his thigh. Reaching down, he put his hand into a head full of silky hair and moved the lips closer to the burning heat of his groin. She said his name in a voice strongly resembling Sam's, but Dean thought nothing of it. All he wanted was that sweet release he had been dreaming of, something to take away the pain, the burn.

When those lips closed over the head of his cock, he smiled to himself. Warm wetness caressed him, taking him to another place and time. In the back of his mind, he could hear Guns 'n Roses, Axl's voice filling his head as he rushed closer to his climax. Through slitted eyes, he looked down and saw Sam - his sweet baby brother, those full lips wrapped around his cock and he smiled to himself.

Yeah, that's what he had always wanted, always needed. Since the first time he walked in on Sammy stroking himself in the bathroom, Dean had dreamed about this. He would never say it out loud, but every time he was with someone, every quick fuck against the wall in a back alley, every wild romp in a nameless motel room, Sammy was on his mind. And now, here, he was on his cock.

His blood boiled, rushing to every extremity and his leg throbbed again, keeping perfect time with his cock. As he came, he screamed out his brother's name, loud enough to wake the dead. As his body twitched with his release, Dean slipped into another peaceful state of sleep. His father was still dancing around in the grass skirt and he hoped that John had the decency to be wearing something underneath.

~*~*~*~

The sun hit him in the face, forcing his eyes to open slowly. As Dean looked around the room, he saw Sam, fast asleep in the chair he had pulled next to the bed. Glancing at his leg, Dean saw the tourniquet around his thigh and the ugly bruise surrounding the cut there. He tried to remember what happened, how he had gotten there, but his mind wouldn't allow him. When he called out to Sam, his voice was a dry whisper.

Sam jumped, looking down at his brother's face. "Dean!", he cried out, grabbing his brother in a crushing hug. "I thought I lost you!" His voice croaked again as he tried to ask what happened. Sam ran to the bathroom, coming back with a cup of water. "Drink it slow," he said, holding the cup to Dean's lips. As he sipped the water, Dean noticed the streaks of dried tears on Sam's face.

"Wha…" he tried to ask. Swallowed more water, then tried again. "What happened?" Sam told him about the snake, his rudimentary attempts at first aid, and the feverish night Dean had spent. While he spoke, Sam cleaned the wound and put a bandage on it. Dean stood and Sam walked him to the bathroom. When Sam jokingly asked if Dean needed any help, he never saw the blush that crept over his brother's face.

Behind the closed door, Dean silently cursed himself for the thoughts going through his mind. It was only a dream, he told himself. Just another damn dream. As he opened the door and saw Sam standing there, waiting to help him back to the bed, Dean smiled. Sam asked what was so funny and Dean told him about the visions of their father. Sam's horrified look was quickly replaced by laughter at the thought of the big, bad John Winchester in a grass skirt, dancing the hula.

As Sam helped him change clothes, every brush of his brother's fingers caused another tremor through his body. Dean's brain was flooded with images of Sam going down on him and he felt…something. Guilt? Remorse? Dean sighed. Regret. That's what he felt - regret that it was only a dream and not his dream come true.

He was quiet as Sam helped him to the car and into the passenger seat. Dean protested halfheartedly that he should be the one driving, but in the end, Sam won the argument. After making Dean promise to let him know if his leg started hurting again, or if he needed anything at all, they headed off down the road. Dean slept again, trying to conjure the dream once again. In the depths of sleep, he felt someone watching him, but he ignored it and drifted farther away.

Sam kept one eye on the road and the other on his brother's sleeping form. He was glad Dean hadn't mentioned the "incident" from the night before. He could never admit how much he had wanted to taste his brother, how much he wanted to give him the pleasure he had. And he could never admit how much he wanted Dean to remember, to know how much he loved him.

He moved one hand from the steering wheel and allowed himself one delicate feel of Dean's thigh. The swelling was going down, but the heat of his brother's skin under his hand only fueled the heat in Sam. With a heavy sigh, he grabbed the wheel with both hands. Someday, Sam thought to himself. Someday Dean would look at him that way again, this time with a clear head and the same desire Sam had.

Someday he would tell Dean that it was him Sam thought of whenever someone touched him.

Someday he would know what it felt like to love and be loved in return.

Someday, it would happen and it would be wonderful.

Someday soon…

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