Sam was sitting on the Impala's hood and Dean leaning on the roof when Jo came storming out of the Roadhouse. Whatever Ellen had said had clearly upset her.

Concerned Dean went to follow her. "That bad, huh?" he asked her with Sam looking over still sat on the Impala.

She continued walking away and responded, "Not right now."

Dean's not so easily shaken off and replied, "What happened?" When he got no response he reached out to grabbed her arm, "Hey! Talk to me."

She got angry and pulled her arm away, "Get off me!"

Dean stood back surprised and backed away replying, "Sorry. I'll see you around."

Jo stood and looked at him a moment before calling after him. "Dean..."

He turned around and looked at her and she continued, "it turns out my dad had a partner on his last hunt. Funny, he usually worked alone. This guy did, too. But I guess my father figured he could trust him… A mistake. The guy screwed up, got my dad killed."

Dean shrugged, "What does this have to do…?"

But Jo cut him off, "It was your father, Dean."

Dean was confused, "What?"

Jo continued again, "Why do you think John never came back, never told you about us? 'Cause he couldn't look my mom in the eye after that…that's why."

Dean didn't want to leave things but didn't really know what to say. "Jo," he started.

But she cut him off before he got any further. "Just…just get out of here. Please, just leave." She turned and walked away from him.

Dean stood thinking about all the bad things that happen around him for a moment before going back to the car. "Sam get you butt in the car we're leaving."

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As they drove away Sam could feel his brother turning in on himself. Whatever Jo had said had really cut his brother deep but he wasn't going to talk about it and that would only make it fester. He knew it was going to be another night of him wrestling control from Dean and making him talk about what she'd said. He was jealous of how Dean could be open about a relationship with Jo, where what happened between them was always a secret because they were brothers. He needed to know that things were over between Dean and Jo, and that it would never be resurrected. He started planning as they traveled to the next night stop.

Dean put some music on to try and distract himself from the feelings of hurt and betrayal that Jo running away had caused. She'd let him take the blame for everything that had happened to her on this hurt and then believed Ellen that her father's death was his father's fault. To compound the hurt she'd rejected his attempt to comfort her and told him to leave; that's why he never allowed himself to get close to anyone, they always hurt you either by leaving or getting you to leave.

"So what did Jo say?" Sam asked after a long silence looking at his brother.

"What?" Dean replied pulled away from his own thoughts and concentrating on the road.

"I asked what Jo said that's got you so withdrawn," Sam repeated.

"Nothing you need to worry about," Dean dismissed keeping his eyes on the road; although Sam didn't miss the flinch before his brother had answered.

"If it's got to you then I need to know," Sam insisted.

"No you don't," Dan replied turning up the music and ending the conversation.

'Yes I do,' Sam thought, 'and you will tell me before tonight is over.' Sam sat deep in thought about what might have happened.

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When they got to the next motel Sam stalked into the room ahead of his brother and threw his bag on the floor, he'd deliberately left the laptop in the car.

As soon as Dean stepped in behind him he swung round and grabbed his brother's wrist and fastened on a handcuff swinging his brother round he fastened the other wrist with Dean's hands behind his back.

"What the fuck Sam?" Dean exclaimed testing the cuffs, angry that his brother would decide to play games tonight. He just wanted to forget what happened with Jo and move on. "What's got into you?" he growled.

Sam threaded the collar around Dean's neck and could feel his brother swallowing.

"Sam," Dean pleaded, this wasn't really his fault and he didn't think Sam would understand anymore than he did. "Please not tonight." The last thing he wanted to do was tell Sam that Ellen blamed their dad for her husband's death; they couldn't even find out what really happened.

"Dean you've made this necessary," Sam soothed as he checked the collar wasn't too tight. "Something happened between you and Jo, and you're shutting me out… Well you don't get to shut me out ever… Now since you're not going to tell me straight away let's give you something else to do…" Sam looked around the room for some uncomfortable position to put Dean in.

Dean just stood still waiting for the command he knew would be coming. 'Why does Sam always know when this was the only way I will give in?' he thought.

Sam realised that Dean had far too many clothes on but that he couldn't take them off with his hands cuffed and they didn't have enough clothes for him to cut them off. He stepped up to his brother, leaned down and cupped his face tilting it so he could kiss his brother. The kiss was sensual in complete contrast to the situation and Sam could feel the anger in his brother melting. As the kiss deepened he released one of the cuffs so his brother's hands were free.

As soon as his hands were free Dean moved one to Sam's shoulder and the other to his hip. He knew he shouldn't with the collar but Sam was really doing something with his tongue that was making him feel like a complete girl. He felt like he was a drowning man holding on to the lifebelt and Sam was his saviour.

When Sam felt Dean relaxing into the kiss he moved one hand under his brother's jacket and across chest until he felt his nipple, squeezing it he felt his brother's cock twitch. Knowing that Dean was moaning into the kiss with each squeeze on the hard nub Sam moved his other hand to Dean's growing erection and ran his thumb nail along its denim clad length.

Dean was moaning he knew he was, he wanted more he wanted Sam's cock in his mouth and Sam pounding him into oblivion (ok not at the same time) but he wanted more now. He was rocking into Sam's hand searching for more friction.

Sam stepped back out of Dean's reach. Dean was confused and went to grab Sam.

"Now Dean," Sam reprimanded. "Have you forgotten the collar?"

Dean looked guilty; of course he'd forgotten, Sam was never usually tender when he put it on. "Sorry sir," Dean apologised.

"I'll forgive you this time but I think you have too many clothes on," Sam replied. "I want you to strip and kneel two foot from the bottom of the bed facing it," he ordered.

When Dean was kneeling Sam took his hands and cuffed them to the footboard. Standing back he realised that the position probably wouldn't hurt. Kneeling beside his brother he palmed his cock and balls stroking his brothers erection as he kissed along Dean's collar bone and up his neck, around the collar and tenderly nipping and kissing his lips. When Dean's erection was hard Sam clipped the cock ring in place and stepped back.

"Spread your knees," he ordered and then pushed his brothers knees further apart until he heard his brother gasp. "Stay like that until I tell you to move."

Dean wished he'd said something that would have satisfied Sam instead of arousing his sadistic tendencies. His little brother always knew how to play him so he'd do what his brother wanted.

Sam went out to the car and brought the rest of their things in knowing that Dean wouldn't move. 'Daddy's good little soldier,' Sam thought bitterly about how his father had trained them not to question and how well it had worked with Dean.

When he'd finished unloading he looked at his brother, still kneeling head bowed not moving. It made his cock twitch to see how obedient his brother could be to an order from him.

Sam looked around the room, he'd decided that if Dean wouldn't immediately tell him what had happened then he would spank him hard before giving him another chance to speak. He didn't want to bend over to spank his brother, so it was a case of which piece of furniture gave him the best position. He'd ruled out leaving Dean where he was, couldn't get the right action kneeling. The bed was ok but both that and the dresser had been used on previous occasions and Sam wanted something different. For some absurd reason there was a partition between the main room and the kitchenette area, at the end of this was a post to the ceiling; so long as his brother didn't pulled too hard it would suit his purposes.

Dean knelt thinking about what Sam had in store for him tonight; the sadistic bastard. He knew there'd be a spanking, Sam seemed to enjoy that, and there'd definitely be fucking; yeah that made his cock twitch he could do with a bit of that. What else? Well he'd already got the cock ring on; Sam seemed to enjoy getting him hard before a spanking and slipping that on. He was getting hard just thinking about what Sam would do, what sort of sick fuck did that make him? He decided to think of something else before he was coming without Sam starting anything. He started mulling over everything that had happened in the last few days; could he actually be to blame for what happened or was his dad? Were Jo's reasons for John not telling them about the Roadhouse true or had something else happened? He was so busy thinking he didn't notice Sam crouching beside him until he felt his brother grab his dick and stoke it; making him jump.

"Twitchy there big brother," Sam commented almost conversationally as he stroked his brother's cock until Dean could feel his balls begin to retract. "So what were you thinking about?"

"This and that, more this than that but nothing important," Dean replied nonchalantly.

"Thought you might say something like that," Sam replied undoing one of the cuffs. "I guess you must really enjoy the pain because you never make it easy on yourself. Do you like the pain?"

"Not really, I thought you did," Dean replied honestly.

"Jesus, Dean do you really think I enjoy hurting you?" Sam exclaimed.

"It seems to get you hard real quick," Dean replied.

Sam blushed, "yeah well you do that… So are you going to tell me what happened with Jo?"

"No!"

"Then you'd better stand in front of the post," Sam instructed.

"Dude what you playing today, cowboys and Indians?" Dean replied getting to his feet.

"Something like that and the cowboy is getting tied to the post," Sam snapped giving his brother a push.

"Sam you cannot be serious," Dean moaned.

"Deadly serious, one more complaint and I'll add to the punishment," Sam retorted.

Dean groaned but complied with the instruction and stood in front of the post. Sam followed him and cuffed his hands around the post in front of him.

"Since there's no hook to tie your hands," Sam explained as he slipped a rope through the cuffs and started tying it round the post above Dean's head, "this will have to suffice."

Dean could already feel the pull on his arms and hoped that Sam would not be leaving him tied there too long.

"Now I'll ask again," Sam stated as he finished tying off the rope. "What happened with Jo? What did she say?"

"You don't want to know Sam," Dean replied, knowing it was the wrong thing to say but also knowing Sam won't be happy with the truth.

"Why do you like me beating the answers out of you?" Sam couldn't understand why his brother wouldn't just tell him. Why they had to go through this every time before they could fuck, relax and work the problem through together. Sam shrugged out of his jacket and shirt, knowing that this would have him sweating.

"Because you won't like the answers?" Dean tried glibly.

"Then you better start counting," Sam replied as he picked up Dean's belt and let loose with the first crack across Dean's ass.

Dean rolled round the post at the first hit, "One."

At ten Sam stopped and asked the question again examining the welts that were blooming across his brother's back, ass and thighs. Dean still refused to tell Sam what had happened, so he continued. He stopped again at twenty to take his T-shirt off and ask again, but Dean was still holding out although he was grunting hard with each stroke and tears were rolling down his face.

At twenty-five he stopped, Dean was grunting and moaning and Sam didn't want to inflict any more pain on his brother. "Dean stop being a stupid dumb ass and tell me what Jo said that upset you. You can't take any more and whatever it is we can work it out."

"We can't work it out Sam," Dean choked out through the tears.

Sam stepped so he could see his brother's face, "why can't we work it out?"

"You don't want to know bro', please believe me," Dean whispered.

"Dean I'm not doing this for my health, I'm doing it for you…Please help me out here… I don't want to hurt you any more, but I will if you won't tell me."

Dean shuddered at the thought of any more hits, Sam was right he couldn't take any more. The whole of his back felt like it was on fire and his shoulders felt like they were coming out of their sockets. "Ellen said something to Jo, now Jo doesn't want to see me," he answered.

"After all the flak you took for her all it takes is a few words from Ellen and she doesn't want to see you," Sam sounded incredulous. "What did Ellen tell her?"

This was the part Dean hadn't wanted his brother to know. He knew it had been a silly thought but he'd hoped his brother would be satisfied that Jo had given him the brush off and he didn't take rejection well. Now he would have to tell him something that messed with his own mind. "Ellen told her that her dad died because ours was with him on his last hunt and messed up," Dean said through emotion laden tears.

Sam was stunned and dropped the belt. "Jesus, Dean you let me beat you to try and hide that," Sam was angry. "How do we even know it's true? It's not like there's anyone we can ask," he continued untying the rope and undoing the cuffs. Carefully he helped Dean get onto the bed and try to restore circulation in his brother's arms as Dean winced. "And you thought you should keep this information from me? Why?"

"I'm sorry I just didn't know what to do… I wasn't sure if it was true… I wasn't sure what to think myself… I know you and dad didn't always get on and I didn't want you thinking worse of him when… I just didn't know how to say anything," Dean confessed as Sam rubbed some cream into the welts. "Don't be angry Sam."

The confession had Sam dick wilting but he knew Dean was still painfully hard. Sam was angry, yeah Jo had followed them to the hunt and pissed off Ellen, but that was hardly Dean's fault. He could imagine Ellen in her anger telling Jo that Dean was like his father putting her in danger, but it had been Jo's idea in the first place and Dean hadn't wanted to go that way. Sam didn't know who he was most angry with Ellen or Jo but they would be hearing from him in the morning; first he had to take care of his brother. He kicked off his boots and unzipped his trousers.

"Anger doesn't even hope to cover how I feel about those two bitches are the moment Dean," Sam snarled. "But they can wait until tomorrow," he finished shrugging off his trousers and boxers.

"Sam it's my fault, don't blame them," Dean replied trying desperately to defuse his brother's ire. "I shouldn't have put Jo in danger."

"Dean bro' you didn't put her in danger, she did by being there," Sam soothed. "And you can't take the blame for what dad may or may not have done."

Sam tenderly rolled Dean on to his back, "But we do have something here that needs attention and that's my fault."

Dean grinned, "Never took you as a girly top before."

"Yeah well I never took you for such a masochist before," Sam smirked. "Why'd you let me carry on for so long?" he asked carefully smoothing his fingers along Dean's shoulders and jaw before following them with kisses.

"I wanted to deny that she'd said it, by telling you it became real, no going back," Dean admitted moving his own hands to stroke along his brother's jaw and down his back.

Sam leaned back breaking contact, "guess we won't be needing this any more tonight," he said removing the collar.

"Does that mean you're not going to fuck me?" Dean asked with a smirk, "because if it does you'd better put it back on."

"Oh I intend to watch you come tonight," Sam replied kissing Dean's chest and sucking on a nipple. "I just don't want you being submissive when we do."

Dean was arching into Sam's touch and stroking his arms down his brother's back, "god Sam… I need you in me now… please Sam."

Sam looked at his debauched brother writhing wanting more contact. "Give me time baby we'll get there," he replied moving to take Dean's cock in his mouth and stroke his own cock back to hardness.

Dean licked his hand then slipped it down and joined his brother's on his brother's cock and started slowly coaxing it to hardness with a twist at the head. Arching into Sam's mouth he cried, "shit Sam, I need to come… fuck I need you in me now… please Sam please."

Sam released Dean's cock, "but you're not prepared."

Dean grabbed hold of Sam's arms, "if you don't get your dick up my ass now I'm gonna come without you."

Sam grinned, "demanding bottom, or what," as he lined his dick with Dean's twitching hole and thrust forward slowly.

Dean grit his teeth at the burn, "if you didn't want me to say anything you should've left the collar on."

Gasping as he rode his brother, "If you hadn't been such a dick we could have been doing this an hour ago." Changing position his dick starting hitting that sweet spot that had his brother moaning on every thrust; "Come for me Dean," he instructed.

Dean vision whitened out as he fell over the edge into oblivion as his orgasm coursed through his body spurting come over his brother's stomach. As his ass muscles clamped his brother joined him and coated his inner walls with come.

Sam sighed, "that was…"

"Yeah it was," Dean replied as Sam collapsed beside him.

"You know I want to go and rip Ellen one tomorrow, don't you," Sam sighed.

"Yeah but it won't change anything," Dean replied. "In any case with Jo out the picture you get me to yourself," he grinned. "No more jealous fits and tantrums."

Sam punched his shoulder lightly, "true and so long as you stop playing the big brother trying to protect me the collar can stay in the bag."

"And whatever you used on my ass and back," Dean replied hopefully.

"I think you might want to carry on using that," Sam smirked.

"I don't think so little brother," Dean argued.

"I can put it away if you like but you might want it back it your jeans," Sam replied.

Dean looked confused, "In my jeans… Sam what did you use?"

"Your belt," Sam answered.

"So you really did belt me?" Dean raised an eyebrow.

"Sure did."

"No wonder it hurts, that's proper thick Texan leather… So are we good now?"

"Yeah we're good… be better after another round… but we're good for now," Sam sighed as they fell asleep exhausted.

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