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Style, Part Three.
Author: Zoicyte aka
Johnnyjosh
Fandom: Supernatural
Rating: 18+
Pairing: Dean/Sam implied
Beta: Birddi
Spoilers: Season Two.
Disclaimer: I don�t own
Supernatural or its characters, and am making no money from this.
Warnings and Notes: Yaoi,
lime, language.� OOC, TWT, AU, General
Weirdness.� This was just a little
something that tickled my funny bone after watching a rerun of �Tall Tales�.�
Summary: Time�s almost up,
and Dean�s deal comes due.� But it seems
that sometimes the right words spoken at the right time can mean more than you
ever thought possible.�
� � Speaking
* * Thoughts
~~oOo~~ Change of scene or POV�

~~oOo~~
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�Sam, please, would you just stop with the
questions?�� Dean asked, voice low.�

�� No, I want to know!� Sam shot
back.� �What that was, what it meant,
why you didn�t stop when the show was over,� he paused, taking a deep breath,
�and why it felt�the way it did.�� Sam
murmured, turning around in his seat and staring out the window.�

�� Dean frowned at those last words,
risking a quick glance at his brother even as his foot pressed harder on the
accelerator.� He just wanted to get back
to the room, knowing that his brother was going to keep on this track, until he
got what he wanted.� But now, that
little admission by Sam had Dean wanting a few answers of his own. They drove
for several minutes in tense silence, until the brightly lit motel sign came
into view.� Dean slowed down, his
expression intent as he pulled into the parking lot and parked the Impala in
front of their room door.�

�� After the engine was shut off, the two
of them sat in silence for a few moments.�
Finally, Sam couldn�t stand it anymore.�
He grabbed the paddle still sitting in his lap, looking at it with a
pensive expression before he scowled almost angrily.� �Why did they assume you were seme?� He groused, before he tossed
the paddle in the backseat.� �Not to
mention those idiots at the bar assumed I was your bitch�� He blushed at that,
dragging a hand down his face.��

Dean managed a faint chuckle, glancing over at his
brother as they got out of the car.�
�Well, you did say once that I was pretty butch, didn�t you?�� He smirked, falling into step beside his
brother as they drew up to their room door.�

Sam gave a soft laugh, eyes closing as he shook his
head, remembering the incident with the inn, where the owner had assumed they
were gay and tried to give them a room with a king size bed.� �I also said you seemed to be overcompensating
for something, if I remember correctly,� he chuckled, sliding the key into the
lock and opening the door.�

Dean snorted, walking into the room and stripping
off his jacket, before tossing it onto the couch.� �Believe me, I don�t need to compensate for anything,� he said
with a smirk, then gasped in surprise as he turned around and found himself
face-to-face with his younger brother, who had moved up behind him and was now
close, far too close.� �Sammy�� he
nearly groaned out the other man�s name as large hands cupped his face gently,
urging him to tilt his head up. He did so, slowly, eyes sliding shut, knowing
what was about to happen, but unable to bring himself to stop it.

�Prove it,� Sam whispered, before he tilted his
head, closed his eyes and seized his brother�s lips in a heated kiss.� As soon as their lips touched Sam shivered,
hands moving from Dean�s face down to the other man�s waist, gripping his sides
and tugging him closer.

Dean grunted as he was pulled forward, arms snapping
around Sam�s waist and holding onto him tightly, a growl sounding deep in his
throat when their bodies pressed together.�
With a moan he kissed the younger man back, tongue brushing along Sam�s
upper lip, before he nipped at it gently.�
The fingers splayed over his sides tightened slightly at that, then Dean
found himself being pushed back slowly, toward the couch.�� The kiss was broken when his knees hit the
edge and he sat down hard with a startled sound, staring up at his
brother.� �Sammy,� he said softly, swallowing
hard at the intense way the other man was staring down at him.� �Sammy, listen to me�� He tried to speak,
voice hoarse with something he didn�t want to think too much about right now.��

�It�s Sam, and no,� the younger Winchester murmured,
leaning over and bracing his hands on his brother�s shoulders, before lowering
himself onto the other man, straddling Dean�s hips.� Once Sam was settled on Dean�s lap, he ground down against him,
moaning softly as he kissed him again, his tongue lapping at his brother�s
lips.� �I don�t want to listen, talk, or
think,� he murmured, lips moving gently over Dean�s.� �I just want to feel this again��

Dean groaned and reached up, curling the fingers of
one hand in Sam�s hair, pulling him closer and deepening the kiss.� His other hand dropped to Sam�s thigh,
giving it a squeeze as Dean rocked his hips up with another soft sound.�

Both of them moaned as Sam slid his hands down over
Dean�s chest, fingertips brushing the older man�s nipples through his t-shirt.
Sam continued to tease the hardened nubs for a few moments, until Dean was
squirming beneath him, panting into the kiss.�
Then his hands plunged lower, fingertips sliding up under the hem of
Dean�s shirt and stroking his bare abdomen.�

Dean gasped at the feel of warm fingers on his skin,
and forced himself to think about where all this was heading, and with
whom.� He tugged at Sam�s hair, pulling
his head back just enough to break the kiss.�
�Sam, stop,� he panted, staring up at his brother with hooded eyes.� �Please, we can�t do this�I can�t do this,�
he said, closing his eyes and taking a few deep, steadying breaths as his
fingers threaded more gently through Sam�s hair.�

Sam gave a frustrated groan as he felt his brother
moving restlessly beneath him, trying to put a stop to what was happening.� �Yes, we can, Dean.� You started this, remember?� He rasped,
hands still under his brother�s shirt, massaging Dean�s chest.� �You wouldn�t have kept kissing me like you
did,� he growled, pulling one hand out from under Dean�s shirt, cupping the
back of his brother�s head and pulling him forward into another quick,
demanding kiss.� �Even after the show
was over, unless you felt it too.�� Sam
panted softly, allowing his brother to pull back.

Dean gazed up at Sam with narrowed eyes, reminded of
the other man�s earlier words.� �You
said you wanted to know why it felt the way it did�what did it feel like?� He
asked, voice barely above a whisper, both hands moving to rest on the other
man�s hips.� He had a feeling he already
knew Sam�s answer, and it would be the same as his own.�

�It felt�right.� The words were whispered softly,
Sam�s eyes meeting Dean�s as he gave his brother a pleading look.� The hand that had been on the back of Dean�s
neck moved around, fingertips resting gently on the older man�s lips as he
parted them to speak.� �I know, Dean,�
Sam murmured, closing his eyes for a moment with a pained expression.� �Everything we know says it�s wrong, but I
don�t care about any of that right now.�
I can�t just ignore this, and neither can you.� He rested his head
against Dean�s shoulder, sighing quietly.�
�Before you kissed me, I�d never even thought about something like that,
now�it�s all I can think about.��

Dean swallowed thickly, then nodded, letting his
cheek rest against Sam�s hair while his hands moved up, sliding under Sam�s
jacket to rub his back through the thin material of the younger man�s
shirt.� �I know,� he admitted quietly,
green eyes sliding closed. �Me too.��

�Then I say let�s put what everyone else says aside
for now,� Sam whispered, before he turned his head, lips latching onto the soft
skin of Dean�s throat.� His hands moved
once again to the hem of the other man�s shirt, shoving it up over his chest almost
roughly.� �Like I said, I don�t want to
think right now, just feel,� he rasped, lifting his head, warm breath fanning
over Dean�s ear while his hands moved over the other�s bared chest.� �I want to feel you, Dean��

Dean groaned at his brother�s kisses, head falling
back.� Then he jerked in surprise, eyes
opening wide as his shirt was pushed up, causing him to shiver at the cool air
hitting his bare skin.� Dean bared his
teeth and growled, fighting the urges Sam�s words and actions brought forth.� �Sam!��
He said harshly, only to have his protest silenced when his brother
pressed a searing kiss to his lips.� He
returned the kiss for a few moments, before jerking his head away, panting
heavily.� �No, Sam, stop!�� Dean reached down, grabbing the younger
man�s hands and holding them still.��

�Dean, please!��
Sam begged, squirming in Dean�s lap as he tried to pull his hands
free.� �You can�t deny that-�

�No, I can�t�� Dean said, eyes closed as he kept a
tight grip on his brother�s wrists.�
�But we can�t do this.� I feel
like we�ve crossed so many lines already, that even without that damned deal
hangin� over my head, I�d be in danger of being dragged down to hell.��

�Well guess what, I�d end up being dragged down
there with you, because you weren�t the only one crossing those lines, Dean,�
Sam said earnestly, tilting his head and rubbing the tip of his nose against
Dean�s.� �Please, I need you,� he
whispered, kissing the other man softly.�
�Give me something��

Dean stared at his brother with an anguished
expression, clearly torn between what he wanted, and what he thought was
right.� Finally with an angry sound he
released Sam�s wrists, one hand cupping his chin as Dean kissed him again.� This was more like their first kiss, all
heat and possessiveness, and it wrenched a low moan from Sam, making Dean smile
faintly.� He felt his brother�s arm
sliding around his shoulders, Sam�s other hand stroking his abdomen.� With a slight shiver he splayed one hand
against the younger man�s chest, rubbing through Sam�s t-shirt and teasing the
other man much the way Dean himself had been teased earlier. His other hand
released Sam�s chin, slowly brushing down the length of Sam�s torso, to roughly
undo the younger man�s button and fly.�

Sam groaned in triumph as Dean gave in, grinding his
hips down harder when he felt his pants being undone, before lifting his hips
and moving down Dean�s thighs a little so they could be pushed down.� The arm around Dean�s shoulder tightened
while Sam�s free hand slid further down, toying with the button of the older
man�s jeans a moment.� Then he lowered
his hand further, cupping the bulge of his brother�s arousal, drawing a soft
moan from Dean.� His eyes opened
suddenly, hips bucking as he let out a muffled cry at the feel of warm, strong
fingers slipping into his boxers and curling around his length.�

Dean smirked against Sam�s lips, then groaned,
arching and rocking up into the younger man�s hand, shivering as Sam continued
to rub gently.� �Dammit Sam, don�t
tease,� he growled, pulling back and giving his brother a half-hearted glare,
then gave Sam�s length a gentle squeeze for emphasis.�

Sam whimpered, closing his eyes and dropping his
head back to Dean�s shoulder, bucking his hips again briefly.� �Okay, okay,� he panted softly, making quick
work of the other�s button and zipper, hand snaking inside.� �Hm, missing something, aren�t you?� He
chuckled, finding nothing but warm, bare skin beneath the coarse demin.�

�Nah,� Dean scoffed, then shivered as Sam�s
fingertips brushed over his cock.� �Just
one less layer to worry about when things get interesting.� Speaking of which,� he murmured, waiting for
Sam to look up at him before he nodded toward the arm of the couch.� �You might find something down there that�ll
make this a little more interesting,� he smirked, pulling his hand away from
Sam�s length, chuckling at the whine of protest the younger man tried to
stifle.

Sam released Dean reluctantly, leaning over and
putting one hand on the arm of the couch.�
His other hand slid down around the edge of the cushion, the younger man
blinking as he encountered a plastic bottle.�
He pulled it out and glanced at it, bursting out laughing as he
straddled Dean�s thighs once more, holding up the bottle.� �Jerkins?�
You�re still keeping a secret stash of it?�� He snickered, rubbing noses with his brother, then nipping at
Dean�s lower lip lightly.� �I haven�t
seen this stuff around since we were teenagers.� You used to hide it with your porn collection.��

�How�d you know about that?�� Dean asked, narrowing his eyes and smirking,
hands pushing at Sam�s jeans, moving them further down his hips.� Once they were out of the way Dean reached
for the bottle, pouring some lotion into his hand, then reaching down and
slicking it over Sam�s shaft before the younger man could answer.�

Sam groaned and closed his eyes, cheeks darkening,
breath hitching in his chest as Dean�s fingers wrapped around his cock, sliding
up and down the length of it in smooth, sure strokes.� �God�Dean,� he rasped, hands shaking as he reached for the
lotion, wanting to return the favor.��
He managed, somehow, to pour some into his palm, reaching down and
spreading it over Dean�s length, stroking lightly at first, then more firmly as
Dean made a frustrated sound, rocking up toward his hand.� �I used to borrow it, when you were out on a
hunt,� he admitted, leaning forward and nipping at his brother�s earlobe, the
words coming out as a whisper.�

Dean closed his eyes, groaning as he let his head
fall back, panting softly.� He smiled a
bit at Sam�s admission, speeding up his strokes as his other hand moved down to
cup and massage Sam�s balls lightly.� He
was rewarded for this instantly when Sam cried out, jerking his head back and
writhing in his lap before the younger man captured his lips in a scorching
kiss, both hands now sliding up and down Dean�s cock.�

Sam continued to stroke the older man�s length for a
few moments, bucking and arching against Dean, then he made a soft, frustrated
growl, pulling back and releasing his brother�s shaft.�

�Sam,� Dean snarled, opening his eyes and glaring up
at him with half-lidded eyes.� �What the
hell are you doin�?�� His hands paused
in their task, as the elder Winchester watched Sam struggling with his clothing.�

�You were right about this layer thing,� Sam
managed, voice hoarse as he threw his jacket across the room, then nearly tore
off his own t-shirt, before reaching for Dean�s.� �Off, now,� he demanded, shoving the offending material up over
his brother�s chest again, before leaning down to lick and nip at the bared
skin.�

Dean gave a throaty laugh and released Sam�s length,
arms coming up over his head to allow his brother to all but rip off his shirt
as well.� �Little demanding there,
aren�t we Sammy?�� He murmured, hands
skimming over the younger man�s chest, pinching his nipples lightly and pulling
a soft gasp from Sam, before his hands slid back down between Sam�s legs to
stroke and massage once again.�

Sam nodded, moaning as Dean�s hands wrapped around
his cock.� �Can�t have you start
thinking of me as the bitch in this relationship too, now can I?�� He managed to say, pressing his chest
against Dean�s, shivering at the feel of Dean�s warm, smooth skin against his
own.� His hands trailed down over the
other man�s sides, before moving further down, long fingers curling around
Dean�s length.��

�Too late,� Dean smirked, then groaned, eyes sliding
closed at the feel of Sam�s hands started to stroke him again.� He tilted his head and caught Sam�s lips in
a bruising kiss, a light sheen of sweat covering his skin as he continued to
jerk his hips up into the younger man�s touches.�

Sam gave a sharp cry against Dean�s lips, trembling
as he tried to focus on pleasing his brother, even as he felt his own climax
fast approaching.� �Can�t�hold on,� he
moaned, hands stroking Dean�s length a little faster as his own hips started to
buck instinctively.�

Dean was beyond speaking, hovering on the edge of
release.� He arched up toward Sam,
panting harshly against the other�s lips before he came with a muffled shout of
his brother�s name, seed coating Sam�s fingers, some ending up on his own
abdomen.�

A split-second later it was Sam�s turn to cry out, a
tremor running through his frame as he gasped out Dean�s name.� With a low moan he bucked his hips one last
time, releasing into his brother�s hand, then slumped against Dean, breathing
heavily, heart racing.� He nuzzled his
cheek against his brother�s, then let out a soft sound, parting his lips as
Dean turned his head, kissing him gently.�
Sam grasped Dean�s shoulders, urging the other man to lay down on the
couch, raising himself up off the older man�s legs so he could.�

Dean smiled faintly as he allowed himself to be
pushed down onto his back, moving his legs up onto the couch, arms sliding
around Sam�s shoulders as the taller man settled on top of him.� He winced when he felt their abdomens touch,
creating a rather sticky mess between them.�
�And you have the nerve to call me the messy one,� he quipped grinning
tiredly, shifting when Sam poked him in the side.�

�You are, most of the time,� the younger man replied
with a yawn, sliding his arms around Dean�s waist.� They lay together quietly for several minutes, until Sam raised
his head, gazing down at Dean with a troubled expression.�

�What�s wrong?��
Dean asked, knowing this particular look well.� This was Sam�s �Oh shit, why didn�t I see that before?� look, and
Dean frowned, tensing slightly beneath him.�

�I just realized something, it should have been
obvious, but it all happened so fast I didn�t have a chance to think about it.� Then when we got back here I was kind
of�� He trailed off, blushing a bit as
he struggled to get up off his brother, trying to stand on still slightly shaky
legs.�

�Distracted by thoughts of having mind-blowing sex
with me?�� Dean supplied helpfully,
grinning up at his brother as he put his arms behind his head, seemingly
unconcerned with the fact that he was sprawled on the sofa, shirtless, jeans
undone, with his length still visible.�

�Dean!�� Sam
sighed, giving the other man an exasperated look before he turned and stalked
into the bathroom, shoulders hunching at the sound of his brother�s laughter
behind him. He ran some warm water and soaked the washcloth, cleaning himself
up quickly.�

�Well, it�s true, isn�t it?�� Dean chuckled, sitting up and reaching for
the box of Kleenex on the table, making a face at the cool stickiness on his
abdomen.�

�Fine, whatever.�
The point is I missed something that should have been painfully
obvious.�� Sam rinsed the cloth and
stepped out of the room, tossing it at his brother before he went to retrieve
their shirts, slipping his on and throwing the other one at Dean�s head.� Then he sat down on the sofa and opened his
laptop, waiting for it to load before he opened up a search page.�

Dean caught the cloth, starting to wipe himself
off.� He scowled as his t-shirt ended up
draped over his head, yanking it off and slanting a look at Sam before he did
up his jeans, laying the shirt across his lap.�
�And just what was that?�� He
asked, moving closer to his brother to see the screen.�

Sam bit his lip, trying not to be affected by Dean�s
proximity as he typed in a search, then smirked and nodded quickly. �Uh huh, I
thought so.��

�Yaoi-Con?� Dean asked, wrinkling his nose. �Is that
the convention those crazy chicks were talking about?��

�That�s the one,� Sam nodded, looking at Dean
intently. �It struck me as odd that they said they got lost, here, on the way
to a yaoi convention.� Dean, think about
the reaction we got in the bar, not to mention what the sheriff told us about
people�s attitudes toward that kind of thing around here.��

Dean tilted his head back, eyes closing as
realization struck.� �Meaning there
wouldn�t be a convention like that around here for miles,� he said quietly,
dragging a hand down his face.�

�Exactly.�
The nearest one I can find is in the next state over.� I doubt they�d be driving that far out of
their way just to end up here,� Sam sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose as
he sat back, reaching out and setting a hand on Dean�s leg.� �Which means-�

�Which means we got played, big time,� the older man
muttered, eyes wide, expression angry as he looked over at Sam. �Son of a
bitch!� Dean cursed, rising to his feet.�
�He was right there in that bar, wasn�t he?� Watching us, the whole time, and we didn�t even see it.� Man, I can�t believe we got played by a
trickster again!� Dean shook his head, clearly agitated as he paced the room.
�And he got us pretty good.� We couldn�t
have gone back there to check it out, even if we did see it sooner.� That sheriff would have started asking
questions if we�d hung around, and now it�s too late, he�s probably gone.��

�Yeah, he must have been. But I will say one
thing.� You�d be finding this hilarious
if it weren�t happening to us.� Two guys
walk into a bar, get mistaken for a gay couple, then get accosted outside by
yaoi fangirls, chased and smacked with paddles?� Even I would have to agree with you, the guy�s got style.� Sam
smiled faintly, shaking his head.�

�Yeah, he does.�
But right now, he�s starting to piss me off,� grumbled the older man,
scowling as he opened the curtains, then folded his arms and stared out the
window.� Green eyes narrowed as Dean
observed a figure skulking around the parking lot, slowly making his way toward
their door.� He shut the curtains and
walked over to their bags, retrieving a gun and checking it quickly.� �Sam, I think we�ve got company��

To Be Continued
Well, I�d say Sam got some
answers, didn�t he?� *chuckles* But it
just figures, they have a moment of piece (pun intended) and quiet, and some
idiot has to interrupt it, hm?� I wonder
what kind of craziness awaits them now.�
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