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Chapter 11

Cruising down the highway, the car was quiet for once. Sam was curled up, well the best he could anyway, in the passenger seat, napping. Dean, for a change, didn't have music playing. The only sound was the hum of tires on the highway. For the moment, that's all he wanted to hear as he was lost in thought.

The night before—what he had agreed to—that's what was playing over in his mind. He was doing something he swore he didn't do; overthink the topic. Dammit, that was Sam's job, not his! However, he was powerless to stop as well. The ramifications for him were big enough that he was pondering it. Those he kept playing over in his head and couldn't stop. After all, this was a huge decision to make. On the other side, though, curled up in bed last night next to Sam was the first time since coming back from hell that he had slept good. There were no nightmares, no replaying what he had done, nothing. He had actually slept without the help of booze or taking something. That—well, honestly, he liked it. There was no doubt that he felt better than he had in a long time. Part of him, the rational part that held onto the warped sense of morality that all hunters had, was screaming at him for what he agreed to, the other part, a bigger chunk than he probably wanted to admit, was cheering the fact that he had agreed to this. After all, he had wanted it for so long that it was a relief to not only get it, but not have to hide that part or fear someone would find out.

After passing some old geezer out for a leisurely Sunday drive going twenty MPH under the speed limit in the fast lane, Dean picked up speed again until he was going at a good clip. Right now they were headed to Texas to check out a couple odd happenings around Ft. Hood. There were some odd reports of some kind of creature sighting down there that even the military was investigating. That definitely sounded like their kind of gig. If nothing else, Texas this time of year was at least warm! Better than freezing their nuts off up north, that's for damned sure!

Glancing over at the sleeping Sam, Dean couldn't help but chuckle a little, shaking his head. From what he had seen this morning before leaving, his brother and Cas had a seriously weird relationship! Cas was, well, Cas, of course, and not at all subtle about anything! Sam, despite the fact that he tended to be more than a little apprehensive about showing affection or something, was on the receiving end of a great deal of very overt shows of Cas' form of attention. That included being pinned to the bed by the angel and kissed roughly before Cas left them to go do whatever it was he did when he wasn't around. It was shocking, of course, though not as much as it should have been because of what he had gone through with the angel, but hilarious as well. Sam seemed to like it, so it worked for him he guessed. It would just take some getting used to.

The angel, well, he still couldn't figure him out for the most part. Cas had always struck him as rather passive about a great deal, not to mention in a perpetual state of bewilderment over humans and how they did things. Apparently, when it came to Sam that wasn’t the case! He had no problem pinning his brother down and expressing what he wanted. It was a riot to watch!

Reaching up, he ran his fingertips over his own lips. Before Cas vanished, he had kissed him as well. No, it wasn't one of those heated, intense ones that he had been on the receiving end of for a while now, but a similar kiss to the one he had been graced with before going in the room the night before. He liked it, honestly. There was something about it that appealed to him for whatever reason. That he still didn't understand, but wasn't going to try to figure it out either. For now, he was just going to go with the flow and move on from there. After all, they had a great deal to get used to, all three of them.

Jarred out of that thought by Sammy shifting around and sitting up, he looked at his brother again, grinning. Sam looked wiped, despite the nap. Chuckling, he said, “I think I'm finally getting why you're so drag-ass tired anymore!”

Giving an amused snort, though flushing slightly as he took a sip of his water, Sam shook his head, “Yeah, it's been a little tiring.” Glancing at his brother after stretching, Sam asked, quietly, “You doing alright with all this, Dean? No second thoughts or anything?”

“I'm fine,” Dean told him with a firm nod. He wasn't going to do the whole caring and sharing thing, that's for damned sure, but it wasn't an unanticipated question either. And, really? He was. He really was. There were, of course, doubts and questions about it, but that was overridden by the rest. Yeah, he could deal with this.

“Good,” Sam nodded, shifting around to get into a more comfortable position.

Chuckling, trying to add some levity into the whole talk to where it didn't go any further down that path, Dean said, “Dude, I gotta admit that it's funny as hell to watch Cas with you! Seriously, I never thought you would be the bottom in it.”

Snorting, grinning himself, Sam shook his head, “Let's say it's not my choice there! Cas is Cas, he takes charge. I like it and don't question the whole thing so it goes from there.”

“Do you normally bottom or is it more top?” Dean asked more out of curiosity than anything else. Besides, he wanted to know what to expect from that end of things. Right now, he wasn't sure which way he wanted to swing with that as both seemed to have merits to him. He supposed it was just a matter of getting used to the whole new part of it was all.

“I don't care one way or another,” Sam shrugged. “Depends on the person I'm with, mostly. Sometimes you get in a mood to do it one way and go with that.”

Understanding what his brother was saying, Dean nodded. “Kinda' like with the ladies then; if they wanna ride, let them go at it. If they don't, do it your way. Gotcha.”

“Pretty much, yeah,” Sam answered, taking another drink of his water. When he finished and screwed the lid back on, he chuckled then said, “You might want to make it clear to Cas if you haven't bottomed before. He's not gentle in anything he does! I have, so it didn't bother me. If that's not the case, you better say something before he gets started. After all, he's used to me.”

Not having thought about that end of things, Dean gave a firm nod there. “Understood.” As he had never bottomed for anyone, including females that wanted to try something similar with a 'toy', he sure as hell didn't want his first shot at it, if he ever went there, with a being that wasn't gentle. No way, no thanks!

Looking at his brother, Sam knew there was a lot to cover on this topic. Knowing Dean like he did, however, he wasn't sure how much to press right now. He was sure there was some fallout to come over the choice made and that it might be best to wait until they were alone in the room at night before getting into it more. After all, a relationship like this was bound to have some rough spots. Quietly, he said, “Whatever you feel you need to ask questions about or want to know, ask, alright? It's going to take some time, Dean.”

“I will,” Dean said shortly, not wanting to stay on that topic right now. Later, after he thought some things over, they could come back to it. Changing topics, he said, “Alright, fill me in on just what's going on and what you know. Not to mention the shit Ruby. That way we're all on the same page with it.”

Knowing not to press more as this was Dean's way to say he needed time, Sam told him, “Alright, I’ll start from the beginning and work from there. Some of it—well, some Cas is going to have to fill you in on as he knows more than I do. There are other parts I’m a little fuzzy on as well. I’ll give you what I have, though.” From there, he launched in to tell Dean about the day Cas first brought up the topic and went from there.

Ensconced in a nicer hotel room than they were used to, Sam and Dean were eating a meal from a local place. It was also something better than they were used to. Normally, they just did the usual, but this place had all kinds of good food so they snagged a regular meal and brought it back to the room. As the place had HBO, they were watching a movie while they ate. That helped to create a relaxed atmosphere for the both of them. With all the stress that had been going on lately, it helped to bring the levels down.

Finishing up the last of his roast beef, Dean tossed the now empty container into the trash then leaned back and groaned, rubbing his stomach, “That was good!”

Nodding, sipping his juice, Sam told him, “It was! A good change of pace.”

Sitting there, lacing his fingers behind his head and stretching out, Dean was at a loss as to what to say or do next. Normally, neither of them were the kind to just lounge around and do nothing but watch a movie. After all, they had plenty to do most times. Plus with what was changing, there was a kind of itch there to do something else. He just didn't know what or how to start anything.

Standing up, Sam grabbed all the trash off the table then took it over and dumped it into the trash can before grabbing a couple beers out of the mini-fridge. Handing one off to his brother, he sat down and cracked his own open before taking a drink.

Sipping the beer, Dean asked, quietly, “When was your first time with a man, Sammy? I mean, I never even suspected you liked guys.”

“At Stanford,” Sam told him. “I knew I liked them before that, but never went there, afraid of getting caught by you or dad. So, once I was at school I decided to see if it was just, I don't know, a fantasy thing or something I really did like.” Grinning a little, looking down, he shrugged, “I do like it. No doubt.”

Thinking that over, Dean nodded, understanding. Looking down, playing with his beer bottle, he asked, quietly, “You ever think of me that way?”

Leaning back in his chair, Sam looked at his brother then said, tone thoughtful, “Honestly? I think part of me did. I'm just not sure it was overt. There might have been the thought process going that if I did you would somehow figure it out and beat the hell out of me for even thinking about it. As Cas pointed out though, in his normal not at all subtle way, the kind of men I like tend to be just like you. So I would probably say somewhere, subconsciously, I did.” Stopping, he looked at his brother then asked, keeping his tone soft and as gentle as he could, “When did that part start, Dean?”

Sighing, rubbing a hand over his face, Dean shook his head then said, quietly, “Since you were a teenager and began to really grow. I can't really pinpoint when exactly it started, but it was around that time.” Taking another sip of beer, he said, quietly, “I would have never done anything, you need to realize that. I was horrified by it enough that I made sure of that shit.”

“I know, Dean, that's something you don't have to tell me.” Sam told him quietly. Looking down, he wasn't sure what to say.

Rubbing his eyes, Dean shook his head and decided he sure as hell didn't want to stay on that topic. Shifting it slightly, he asked, “Have there been many men for you? Or just a few?”

“It runs about even between men and women,” Sam admitted. “Just depends on what I'm in the mood for I guess.” Stopping, he thought it over then said, sighing, “I think, for me anyway, men are a little easier to work with. I'm not as apt to get attached to them like I am with women. Though I don't know why, I'm easier doing the one night stand with them than I am women. Not sure where that comes from, really.”

Chuckling, Dean said, “Because we aren't the kind that get emotionally involved after a roll in the sack! Women—sometimes they do.”

“That could be,” Sam admitted with a nod, sipping at his own beer.

Picking at the label on his bottle, Dean wasn't sure what else to ask. There was so much there he wanted to know, but he wasn't all that comfortable bringing some of it up.

Looking at his brother, Sam asked, “Other than that one guy Cas told me about, have there been any others, Dean?”

“No,” Dean admitted with a shake of his head. Sighing, he said, “I really—it never crossed my mind, other than with you. I mean—shit, I don't know what I mean. You're really the only one I ever thought about doing that with. That's strange, I know, but it's how it was.”

“Hey! For once I have more experience with something sexual than you do!” Sam joked, grinning.

Unable to help himself, Dean grinned as well, “True! That's a fucking first, that's for sure!” Stopping, he looked at his brother, still grinning a little then said, “Don't get used to it, bro!”

Grinning bigger, Sam nodded. “I imagine you'll take to it like a duck to water. Nothing to worry about.”

“How much different does bottoming feel?” Dean asked, genuinely curious.

Thinking over a way to explain it, Sam said, tone thoughtful, “The sensation is definitely different. It's not any better, just different. All I can say to describe it is that it's really intense.”

“It hurts the first few times, doesn't it?” Dean asked. He'd heard that from women, actually, so he was interested.

“Hurts a bit every time, but nothing that bad,” Sam shrugged. “The sensation after that is amazing. If you don't do it right or are with someone that doesn't know what they are doing, it hurts like hell. However, that's all balanced out by when someone hits your prostate.” Stopping, he grinned, chuckling softly, “Then, well, yeah, you forget everything else, trust me!”

Grinning, Dean nodded, having heard about that before. “Gotta ask here; has Cas ever bottomed with you?”

“No way,” Sam laughed. “We've not even discussed that, honestly. I don't think he's suited to that. He's a bit too aggressive to even try I think. Maybe once he—I don't know, adjusts or something, we can try. Now? No chance.”

Shaking his head, Dean chuckled, “That's still a bit hard to wrap my head around. He's just so—different with things that I have a hard time seeing him doing something like that.”

“You will after the first time he pops in and pins you to the bed then stuffs his tongue down your throat,” Sam laughed, leaning back. “I didn't see it that way either, but it works.”

Looking at Sam again, Dean asked, “He makes you happy, doesn't he? You like him?”

“I do,” Sam admitted with a nod, looking at Dean. “I'll be the first to admit that I didn't think it would work. It does though. He's—well, he's strange, you know this, but there is something else. Hell, he's the first one I've ever met, man or woman, that makes my brain fuzzy to where I can't think when he's done. No one has ever managed that one before! And I don't think it's just the sex either.”

Thinking that over, Dean continued to look at his brother then asked, voice without the forceful tone it usually had, “You're not going to have a problem adding me into this? You're sure about that?”

“No problem there, Dean,” Sam assured him. “It's just more of a good thing, nothing more.”

Liking that, Dean smiled a little, nodding. “Alright, good.” Sitting his beer on the table, he leaned forward and put his elbows on his knees then looked at the floor. Shaking his head, he sighed, “I'm lost here, Sammy. I don't know how to go about this. And that's a damned first!”

“We just do what we are doing and go from there,” Sam counseled softly, looking at his brother. “We have the base already. All we have to do is build from there. It'll work. Nor do you have to come up with cheese pickup lines to try them out on me. You just do what you think is best. If I'm not comfortable with it, I'll let you know.”

Nodding, Dean thought that over then looked at his brother and started, “Last night—the sleeping together--” Trailing off, he hoped Sam got what he wanted to say.

“If you want to, we can. I don't have a problem with it,” Sam told him gently.

“I do,” Dean admitted. Looking back down, he said, “It—there was something there I liked.”

“That's fine,” Sam soothed.

“How often does Cas pop in? Or is it just dependent on what's going on?”

“Depends,” Sam told him simply. “Some weeks he can come every night. Other's he can't.”

That Dean liked. He didn't mind Cas around, especially with what was forming, but, for now, maybe it would be easier to deal with Sammy alone. After all, that was the hard part of this for him. Cas—he was sure he could handle that end easier because he hadn't known him all his life. Sam, well, he needed to shift some things there.

“We take this at your pace, Dean,” Sam told him softly. “However you want to do it. I'll follow where you lead.” He figured his brother was having more problems with this than he was so he was going to let him take the lead and just go by what signals he put out. Grinning a little, he said, trying to lighten the mood, “This part, for sure, you're the top. You dictate what we do and when. Later on, we'll work from there.”

Grinning at that, Dean nodded, getting the analogy. “Alright, I can deal with that. Just don't expect the courting dance you made Cas do or some kind of romantic shit like flowers and candy.”

“Nope, those thoughts haven't even crossed my mind,” Sam chuckled. “We already know each other better than most couples, so no need for courting. And if you did anything romantic for me, I'd be calling Bobby and performing an exorcism!”

Snorting at that, grinning bigger, Dean said, “Well, yeah, that would probably be a damned good sign I was!” Looking at his brother, he couldn't help but keep right on grinning. This might not be that bad. After all, he finally got what he had been wanting forever, or so it seemed. It was just unnerving right now. He would figure it out, though. After all, he always did.

Sitting his beer on the table, Sam stood then walked over and knelt down in front of Dean. Though not sure how this would be taken, he put a hand on the back of his brother's head and pulled him into a kiss. It wasn't those rough, passionate ones that Cas always did, but something soft and gentle.

Though slightly stunned by the move, Dean didn't pull back. Instead, he put a hand on the back of Sammy's head and held him there, kissing him back. Something about it made his whole body tingle and his toes curl in his boots. It felt better than any kiss before. He didn't know why and wasn't going to analyze it either. Instead, he was going to go with it and just revel in the feelings. Running his fingers through the mop of hair on Sammy's head, he pried his brother's mouth open with his and let his tongue slip into it to dance with Sammy's. No, he didn't expect anything other than this tonight, but it was good by him and he was going to enjoy it.

After several minutes, the kiss growing more passionate, his flesh starting to rise from it, Sam broke it off. Leaning back, he grinned a little then said, “What do you say we just flop on the bed and enjoy a movie?”

Grinning a bit himself, Dean nodded, “Sounds like a plan, Sammy! Let's shove the beds together and grab some munchies then see what's on.”

Standing and stretching, Sam walked over to the beds and began to shove them together.

Watching his brother, Dean was still smiling a little. This—it was good and he could work with it.

About midnight, Cas popped into the brother's room. He knew they were asleep and didn't want to disturb them so he made certain he was invisible. The TV was on, some movie playing, but both Sam and Dean were sprawled on the bed, soundly sleeping. Looking at the two, the angel couldn't help but smile. Sam was on his side, head on Dean's chest, arm draped over his stomach. Dean was on his back, one cheek resting on top of Sam's head. One arm was curled around Sam's head, almost holding him that way, fingers entwined in his hair. For the first time in quite a long time, there was a small smile on Dean's face.

Gazing at the two, the angel smiled a little himself, nodding. This was good. Let Dean get used to the situation before having to deal with so much else. That would only help things, or so he thought. Sam knew more of this kind of thing than he did, but he was sure he was right. Dean just needed time was all, time and Sam.

Walking over to the bed, Cas ran one finger down the side of Sam's face, eyes gentle as they looked on his lover's face. Sam—yes, he adored Sam. There was no doubt there.

Looking at Dean, he let a finger trace gently down his jaw, being careful not to wake him. Normally, Dean was ever on alert, even in his sleep. This time that wasn't the case. For the first time since knowing the older Winchester, Dean was completely at ease, sleeping soundly. That was a good sign if there ever was one. It also told him this decision was the right one.

Stepping back, he looked at the two, nodding. Perfect. Though he wanted to join them and curl up to Sam like he did the night before, he held off. No, it was best to let the two have their time once in a while. It would only aid in making certain this went well.

Quietly, he said, “I'll check in with you both tomorrow.” Then, with the sound of fluttering wings, he vanished.

Brow furrowing faintly as the odd noise seemed to penetrate his dreams, Dean shifted slightly. Still holding Sam's head, he draped his other arm around his brother loosely and held him close. Smile growing a little, he sighed then slipped back down into the deeper recesses of sleep.

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