Chapter One

Dean struggled against the chains that held him imprisoned eyeing the door in front of him waiting for the idiot that had nabbed him to come back and finish his stupid game of Torment the Winchester. "Fuckin good thing Sammy can't see this," Dean muttered to himself rattling the chains as he tried yet again to free himself. "He'd never let me live this down."

"Oh Pretty," Dean heard and tried to pretend his heart hadn't sped up at the sound of the stupid redneck on the other side of the door. When the door swung open Dean flashed one of his cocky grins hoping to hide his fear. He'd come looking into the disappearance of several young men from 20 to 25 and had found himself a prisoner before he could even begin to investigate much to his chagrin. He'd lost count of the number of days he'd been there. The room he was being held in was windowless and his fear and depression caused him to sleep more than normal.

He'd been minding his own business in a local bar trying to scope out the possibilities of making some money off the locals and the next thing he knew he was chained to a wall God only knows where without any hope of a rescue since no one knew where he was. His dad was off chasing… who knows what and he hadn't talked to Sam since he and his dad had gotten into their fight. Dean closed his eyes and let his chin drop to touch his chest as he thought of his little brother. Sammy was the single most important thing in his life and he'd been foolish enough to think that he meant the same to Sam.

Dean had been crushed when Sammy told him that he was leaving. He hadn't even been able to listen to Sammy's excuses, no matter what Sam called them as far as Dean was concerned they were just hollow excuses. All Dean had ever wanted was for it to be him and Sam some day doing their own cases, but Sam had other ideas… ideas big brother hadn't had any clue about.

So there he was chained, naked and unable to do anything but wait for this damned redneck to decide if he was gonna use him for that night's meal or somethin' to stick his cock into neither of which sounded even the slightest bit appealing to Dean. "You know I'm sure that I don't really taste that good and I'm a really bad fuck," Dean tried but the obnoxious and offending man just leered at him like he hadn't heard a word Dean had said. "Wonderful I get kidnapped by a fuckin redneck idiot who can't even understand plain English."

The crack of the fist across his jaw was unexpected and Dean had to blink back the stars. "You bes' be nice to me boy before I decide you jus' ain't worth the effort an' cut our little romancin' short."

Romancing? Dean barely held back the snort at the though that anything that was happening to him was even close to being in even the REALM of romancing. While he would admit that it wasn't exactly his forte, Dean was pretty sure that romance didn't involve kidnapping and stripping someone before threatening to rape them.

The feel of a hand running down his chest brought him back from his thoughts and Dean didn't even try to stop the whimper that escaped his lips after all no possibility of rescue meant no one to embarrass himself in front of. "Gawd you sure is a Pretty Boy. I'ma gonna enjoy this."

But before things could go further than the current groping Dean heard a distinctly familiar voice deciding that he must be hallucinating. "I don't think so you sick freak. No one does anything to my big brother against his will." And before Dean could even blink the giant of a man before him was tumbling to the ground revealing his highly agitated little brother who was gripping the muzzle of the shot gun he'd been carrying like it was a Louisville slugger.

"Sammy!" Pulling at the chains once more Dean's jaw dropped as he tried to take in the reality of his rescue. Standing in front of him in the flesh forming a one manned rescue was the very last person in the world he'd expected to see. "Sammy, God man, you… Fuck get me outta here."

Flashing a lopsided grin Sam fished through the unconscious man's pockets triumphantly coming up with a key before quickly undoing his brother's restraints. No sooner had he freed his brother than he found himself wrapped up in a hug he at one point in his disastrous and short college career thought he'd never get again. "Fuck Sammy how," Dean stepped back open mouthed and Sam just blushed shyly shrugging.

"Long story Dean, how about we put Junior here in his own restraints and get outta here. I didn't see anyone else, but seriously I don't wanna take the chance." Shrugging off his sweatshirt so Dean could tie it around his waist for at least an attempt of shielding himself, Sam helped Dean put the man into the iron restraints attached to the chains before leading him out. "I found the Impala. Come on it's this way."

Sam hurried out of the house and through the small clearing wincing at the though of his brother's bare feet running over the sticks and stones and other sharp objects of the forest floor. "Fuck I'm an idiot."

Stopping Sam untied and removed his boots much to the irritation of his big brother. "Sam, I'm ok let's just go, huh?"

Sam stood and held out the boots he'd been wearing searching for some of the patience Angelique had tried to teach him. "Look Dean I get you're my big brother and you have this 'see to Sam's needs at all costs' thing going on. I admit that the last time I saw you I threw all that in your face and generally acted like a first class selfish bitch and I owe you more for that than I can ever hope to apologize for. There's a ton of things I need to tell you, but now just isn't the time for any of that. I have never not once doubted your big brotherness, but now just isn't the time for it. You were kidnapped, stripped and almost raped by some damn hillbilly who thought you were his blushing bride or some other fucked up shit like that. You're butt assed naked expect for my sweatshirt and running through the woods.

"All I really want is to get you out of here and to a hotel somewhere so I can make sure he didn't do too much damage so I know how much more I have to add to the list of really fucked up things I've done or been a party to doing that hurt you. Then when I know you're ok we can hash this all out and you can go back to being The Big Brother ok? Just… let me do this. Fuck you can run around shoeless on the next hunt all you want if it'll make you feel better."

As if Dean hadn't been stunned enough the last bit was what left him dazed enough that he had no more mental capacity left than to just blindly do as Sam ordered. Once he had the too big shoes on he found himself running once more after his little brother with his mind moving faster than his feet.

Later Dean found himself sitting on a hotel bed watching his brother speak quietly to someone on the phone assuring them he was ok and for Dean the questions just kept stacking up one after the other, but at the top of his list was what the hell his brother had meant by that last remark about the next hunt, as if Sam intended for them to be on one and together even. Which really didn't fit into his brother's ideal normal life leaving Dean even more confused and with even more questions, so when Sam was finally off the phone Dean didn't waste any time in starting in on his list.

"Sam, I think we need to talk and let's start off with this next hunt comment huh? What the hell does that mean next hunt?"

Sam sighed and crossed the room sitting on the bed opposite his brother. "It means what it means Dean. The next hunt, wherever you take us next. That is if you'll have me back. I know I probably have totally blown apart your trust in me and I understand I'm gonna have to earn it back. I'm willing to do whatever it takes to do that. I just hope you'll give me a chance to try."

Dean frowned not any less confused than he had been before. "Why would you want to do that, Sam? You don't wanna hunt remember? You're better than that, better than us. You're gonna live a normal life and don't wanna have anything to do with chasing pretend monsters in the middle of the night."

Dean's eyebrow arched as he watched Sam blush while he appeared to struggle to respond. "To be fair I never said I was better than you or dad and while I know I may have implied it I swear I didn't mean it, Dean. I was angry and upset and shit I guess I was as spoiled as she said I was, but I regret it man and if I gotta bust ass 'til my last breath I will do anything I have to do to prove it to you. I don't think I'm better than you, in fact it's come to my attention that maybe I ain't all I thought I was."

Dean found himself speechless once more at his brother's words. If it had been anyone else he would be laughing in their face, but if he knew anyone it was Sam and the sincerity of his words was easy for Dean to read so he remained quiet letting his little brother finish. "I hope that I've changed at least a little in these last nine months. I know I've tried. I've tried to become someone you can be proud of and not the snot nosed spoiled little brat that threw every damned thing you ever did and sacrificed for me in your face. I owe you more than… hell Dean I owe you everything. If I learned anything at Stanford it was that. Big Brother Appreciation may not have been on the official class listings but I think I managed to ace it nonetheless.

"I guess it helped that I had someone to point out what a shit head I had been to you and help me see the error in my ways. There's… God Dean there's so much I want to say, need to say to you, but…

Dean watched Sam take a deep breath and pretended his eyes weren't as shiny looking as his brother's were. "I love you Dean. You're my big brother, you're my best friend, you're as much a parent to me as dad, and well… you're other things I'm not quite ready to admit to just yet but… I just… I just wanna be Sam and Dean again man please? Please just tell me I haven't screwed it up so bad being a selfish brat that we can't get that back, Dean, please?"

Dean's head was so full of possible responses he didn't even know where to start, so being The Big Brother that he was and a Winchester on top of it all he did what came natural and hurried out of the room slamming the door behind him pretending he hadn't seen Sam's heart shattering as he'd ran.

Read Chapter Two of StoryOne in the Being and Sam and Dean Verse called Being Sam and Dean Again