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Caged	By : Lily1186 Category: Supernatural > Slash - Male/Male Views: 11418 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Disclaimer: Yep I own them. Just kidding. Please don�t sue.

Pairings: Sam/Dean, as if you didn�t know by now.

Summary: Dean and Sam try and make it out of the bar alive and a humorous nighttime chat that involves inanimate objects ensues.

Author�s Note: Well here I am again. Still alive. Amazing huh? So, this chapter is going to be pretty packed so if you get confused at all just e-mail or message me. I don�t even know where it�s going to go really because I�m been trying to write this in since Chapter 2. Anyways, I�m doing my best to stay on top of things and hopefully the momentum will continue. Hope you all enjoy and don�t forget to press that little review button there at the bottom, it makes my day. Oh yeah and I have no beta so all mistakes are my own, yada yada yada. Finally, please excuse the language used in this chapter but it had to be used to fit with the character...

Chapter 5- Pillows and Perseverance

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Sam broke apart first. The metallic taste in his mouth was beginning to make him slightly nauseous and Dean�s ability to pull the air right out of his chest was starting to make him feel slightly light-headed.

Dean on the other hand was busy staring at Sam and holding him with a look that said he was going to rip him apart if he thought that they were done. Sam swallowed convulsively at that look and was about to show Dean just who the dominant one was when a loud series of knocks on the bathroom door brought them both out of their lust filled haze.

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For a moment they just stood there wondering whether they should open it or not. Obviously the entire bar had seen Dean pushing Sam into the bathroom and most likely they had also seen the other men exiting quickly after they had entered. That meant that the bar patrons either thought that they were duking it out or that they were doing something else entirely. Something that required a lot of privacy. And as much as Sam and Dean would have loved to have continued making out, they both knew that if anyone else knew what they were doing then as soon as they opened that door they were going to get their asses kicked. But not in the rough-you-up-a-little kind of way, more like the beat-you-until-you�re-dead kind of way.

Sam and Dean looked at each other for a minute before Sam said the first thing that came to his mind.

�Hit me.�

For a minute Dean just stared at him. Then without anymore warning than a nod he brought his fist back and slammed it into Sam�s nose.

Almost immediately the blood started to flow and Sam couldn�t help but yell a quite distinctive �Son of a Bitch!� into the empty bathroom air.

The knocking stopped almost immediately. With the unspoken, but clearly understood, plan in place Dean went to unlock the door.

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Outside stood four angry bikers and a confused waitress. The lead biker, that happened to be about twice the size of the other bikers, looked like he was about to beat the living hell out of Dean, when he glanced over his shoulder at the bloodied Sam. His brow furrowed in confusion for a minute as if he couldn�t quite figure out what he should do. So, in true Dean fashion, he filled the space with something stupid that would ultimately lead to making the situation ten times worse.

�What the hell do you think you�re doing!� The biker that had been examining Sam quickly focused on the man in front of him again.

�What the hell is going on in there?� His voice boomed low and he clenched his fists menacingly at his sides. Dean just glared at him and then shoved him rudely in the shoulder.

�Not that it�s any of your fucking business but I was teaching this guy some manners!�

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Sam could have hit him. As it was all he could do was hold a bunch of nasty toilet paper to his nose and hope that the majority of the blood ran out of his nose and not down his throat.

He knew Dean was slightly suicidal but this was ridiculous. The guy must have been at least three times Dean�s size and the weight of a small elephant. But apparently Dean gave this no consideration because there he was shoving the guy and telling him, in no uncertain terms, to fuck off.

Sometimes Sam really thought that his brother was a moron.

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Dean meanwhile didn�t even bat an eye. He was used to guys like this thinking that they could intimidate anyone they wanted too just because they were huge. But as Dean knew, in certain circumstances, size wasn�t everything. And the fact that this guy was three times bigger than him didn�t matter in the slightest. A few well placed kicks and an uppercut and he would be down and out just like everybody else.

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The biker hadn�t said a word since Dean had yelled at him and Dean began to think that he must have suffered some kind of brain damage with the amount of time it took him to form a thought. When he finally did manage to partially absorb what Dean had said, and gave him and Sam another once over, he stepped to the side and nodded at them.

�Sorry, thought you two might have been fags or something.�

Dean looked like he was about to say something else, and Sam knew that whatever he said wouldn�t be any better than before, so he reacted before Dean had time too.

�Hey, it�s no problem. We were just leaving.� Sam�s voice came out a little garbled from the lack of air getting through his nostrils but he seemed to have been understood fine because the biker nodded at him. Sam looked at Dean to see what he was going to do next.

Dean didn�t start a fight like Sam had thought he might, instead he just grabbed Sam by the arm and yanked him out of the bathroom and back into the bar.

Then they made their way around the tables to get to the exit. Dean glanced back about halfway to the door and noticed that the head biker was still staring at them. He scowled a little and focused his gaze on the red neon �exit� sign quietly pushing Sam to walk a little faster.

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�I told you to hit me not break my fucking nose!� Sam was still holding the toilet paper to his face and the bridge of his nose had started to swell to a nice purple color. Dean spared him a glance and then focused on the road again.

�You�re fine Sam. Besides I had to make it look like I beat the shit out of you. It�s not like they were going to take my word for it.� Sam just scowled as hard as he could without scrunching his face up too badly.

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They had been driving for almost twenty minutes and there was still no motel in sight. They hadn�t had time in their rush to exit the bar to ask for directions so they had just decided to keep driving until they found something. Now they had begun to wonder if it had really been such a great idea.

They sat quietly for a few more minutes while the radio static buzzed innocuously in the background until finally Sam snapped.

�What the hell was that Dean?� He had meant for it to come out as a shout, or an accusation, but instead it came out quiet and defeated.

At first Dean had thought that he meant the punch to the face but one look at Sam�s face and he knew that Sam was referring to something else entirely.

Sighing loudly, Dean pulled the car to the side of the road. He knew that Sam would want to talk about what had happened eventually but he had really been hoping that he would wait until they at least found a motel room for the night. Wasn�t optimism a bitch?

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When he had settled the Impala far enough onto the shoulder to avoid any accidents or flying rocks he turned to face his brother.

Sam looked even worse than he had five minutes ago. His nose was swelling and his face was a mix of black and purple, but it didn�t look like there were any bones out of place so Dean knew he could deal without treatment for a little while longer.

�I told you back at the bar Sam, you�re mine. I�m not just going to allow random guys to hit on you anymore. Hell, I probably won�t even let random girls hit on you.� He laughed a little to try and diffuse the tension but Sam just stiffened even more and Dean knew that they were going to get into it again.

But instead of Sam yelling and ranting at him about how he wasn�t his property and how he wasn�t allowed to decide whom he could flirt with, Sam just sighed.

�You can�t break the wrist of every person that tries to talk to me Dean. I mean, we�re supposed to be helping people not causing them bodily harm.�

Dean scoffed loudly. �You weren�t trying to help that guy Sam. At least not in the way that we help people. Besides, I�m not going to break everybody�s wrist, just the ones that physically touch you.�

Now it was Sam�s turn to scoff. �I�m not going to reply to that because I know you�re joking, but seriously Dean I don�t even know what to classify us as. We�re brothers, sure, I know that. But what the hell is this? Are we lovers, boyfriends, fuck buddies... What?�

�Well Sam, I hate to break this to you but we haven�t actually had sex yet. You do know what that is right, two people that love each other very much....�

Dean stopped talking when he received a smack in the arm and a glare from Sam.

�Ha ha, very funny Dean. Yes I know what sex is, what I meant was where exactly do you see this going?�

�Honestly Sammy....�

�Sam...�

�Whatever. I want us to be together. Now, what you want to classify that as is up to you. Personally, I don�t think there is a word for what we are. All I know is that you�re everything to me. And I swear to God if you ever tell anyone I said that I will have to kill you.�

Sam laughed softly and Dean�s face lit up.

�So, does that answer your question? Can I find us a place to sleep tonight or do you want to sleep in the car again?�

Sam scoffed loudly. �Hell no.�

�What? There is nothing wrong with my car.�

�Yeah, maybe when you are only 6�0 tall, but I�ve got at least four inches on you and folding myself like a contortionist to get a good night�s sleep is not my idea of a good time.�

Dean scowled slightly but decided to let Sam�s rib on their height difference slide for the time being. He was just glad that Sam didn�t want to bear his soul anymore.

�Alright then let�s find us a cheap place to sleep.�

Dean started the car back up and the engine roared to life just before the squealing of tires could be heard cutting into the night.

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As usual, Dean was the first one through the door.

Taking a quick look around he took stock of the fact that this motel looked exactly like all of the others that he had ever stayed in throughout his life. It had two beds, both with questionable sheets, a bathroom and a small table set up by the window. The only difference being that this room was wallpapered in an ugly burgundy color that made the room seem almost claustrophobic. He closed his eyes against the sight of it for a moment before he threw his stuff next to the bed closest to the door and flicked on the lights.

Sam came in a moment later lugging his own bag. Unlike Dean though he didn�t even bother looking around, he just moved to the bed farthest from the door and collapsed onto it with his arms spread wide. Neither one noticed the pattern that they fell flawlessly into.

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Sam had been trying to sleep for the past two hours but the image of the feral look that he had seen in Dean�s eyes back at the bar was solidly imprinted in his mind and wouldn�t leave him alone.

He rolled over again for what had to be the twentieth time and sighed loudly.

Dean was sleeping like a baby in the other bed and Sam scowled at him in the dark. He had never been able to fall asleep as quickly as Dean did, even before the nightmares. It was nights like this that made Sam want to do everything in his power to keep Dean awake so that he would be as tired as Sam was in the morning.

It was that thought that made Sam involuntarily grab the extra pillow next to him and throw it across the room to land squarely on top of Dean�s face.

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Dean awoke faster than anyone or anything Sam had ever seen and Sam�s mouth fell open in shock at what he had just done.

Dean meanwhile was busy grabbing for the knife under his own pillow and swearing nonsensically. Sam would have laughed if he wasn�t absolutely terrified that Dean might stab himself accidentally.

�Dean! Dean!� Once he was sure that he had his attention Sam added, �Everything�s fine.�

�What happened? Are you alright?� Dean still looked sleepy and adding in the bed head and the fact that he was still holding his knife, Sam was sure that is family had never been normal.

�I�m fine Dean. I just....hityouwithapillow.� The words spilled out of his mouth so fast that even his own ears couldn�t process what he had said. So it was no surprise to Sam when Dean raised an eyebrow at him.

�You want to try that again Sammy. This time in English.�

�Not really.� Dean just sat there staring at him though and Sam finally relented with a loud sigh. �Fine. I said that I hit you with a pillow. That�s why you woke up.�

Dean continued to stare at him blankly for a minute. Then he lowered the knife and took a good hard look at the spare pillow that was now laying on his legs. When he was done with that he looked back to Sam again.

�You hit me with a pillow?� To Sam�s relief his voice didn�t sound angry, more amused than anything else.

�Yeah, sorry.� Sam�s eyes focused on the bedspread and thanked whatever God might be listening that the lights were still off. He knew for a fact that Dean would rag on him for blushing so hard.

�So do you want to tell me why you hit me with a pillow or should I just start guessing?� Dean�s voice still sounded amused and he had replaced the knife under the pillow so that he was now empty handed and leaning casually on his elbows.

�I said I was sorry can�t you just leave it at that?� Sam�s voice had become angry and he had shifted so that his back was facing Dean.

Dean�s laugh filled the dark room and Sam blushed harder.

�Sorry Sammy, that�s not the way it works. You only get to be pissy if I throw the pillow at you, not the other way around.�

�It�s Sam.�

�Whatever.�

Sam could hear Dean�s weight shifting on the bed beside him and he knew what Dean was going to do before he even did it. So he did the only thing he could do, he shut his eyes.

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A second later the light from the dying lamp clicked on beside him and Sam huffed loudly. With a muffled �For Christ Sake� he sat up and glared at Dean, only squinting slightly from the new illumination.

�What the hell Dean! Just drop it!�

�You need to calm the hell down right now dude before you make me do something I�m going to regret.� Dean�s voice brooked no argument and Sam felt himself relaxing.

�Sorry.�

�Yeah, you�ve said that already. So, once again, why did you just hit me with your pillow?�

Sam took a deep breath. He really didn�t feel like explaining his actions but he knew that Dean wouldn�t relent until he had an answer.

�Because I�m tired of being the only one that doesn�t get any sleep around here. I just thought that if you were tired too then maybe I wouldn�t feel so horrible.� Sam�s chest constricted slightly with the truth of his words and he hugged his knees. The warmth from the blanket seemed to have disappeared and Sam suddenly felt very cold.

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Dean was quiet for a moment after Sam�s confession. He knew that Sam didn�t get the sleep he needed because of the nightmares but he wasn�t aware that Sam was angry at him for being able to do what he couldn�t.

He rubbed his forehead to try and relieve the headache that was forming but stopped when he realized it wasn�t really helping any. With a final sigh, Dean stood up and positioned himself beside Sam on the opposite bed.

�Look dude, I�m sorry that I haven�t really been paying that much attention to your sleeping habits lately but I can�t read your mind either. You�ve got to tell me this shit, I�m not just going to be able to guess.�

Sam looked at him and Dean noticed the slight blush covering his cheeks. Dean chuckled slightly but didn�t comment on it. The last thing he needed right now was for Sam to get all huffy again and hit him with another pillow.

�You�re right Dean, I don�t know what got into me. I�m not even that mad, I just...� He shrugged his shoulders and gave Dean a look that was pleading for understanding.

�Yeah I get it. It�s been a weird couple of nights. We�re both wound a little too tight.� Sam nodded and slackened the grip that he had on his knees.

For a few minutes silence reigned. Neither one of them had anything left to say but they didn�t really know what they were supposed to do next.

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Sam was the first one to speak. His voice was quiet with a hint of shyness to it. The combination of the two emotions had Dean looking at him with questioning eyes of his own.

�Well, since we�re both awake now anyways, did you want to maybe....�

�Maybe what?� Dean knew exactly what Sam wanted to do but he had to hear him say it. He was tired of Sam questioning him every time he made a move, but if Sam was the one to start it then he couldn�t be confused about it later. At least not in the way that had him blaming Dean.

Sam blushed more ferociously and bit his lip a little before he seemed to gather his strength and look Dean directly in the eyes.

�Finish what we started.� Dean would have laughed at the look of deep concentration on Sam�s face if it hadn�t been for Sam�s hands smoothly gliding up his arm.

He watched the fingers play across his skin for a second before he replied.

�Are you sure you want to?� Sam answered his question by unfolding his legs and transferring his weight to his knees. Then he gently turned Dean�s face so that he was looking at him.

�Yeah Dean, I�m sure.�

And with those four words Sam leaned in the last few centimeters and kissed Dean lightly on the lips. It was sweet and gentle and it took Dean�s breath away.

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Author�s Note: Okay, this did not go the way I had planned it. Originally it was going to be an angsty chapter but well, you see how that turned out. Anyways, I will be posting more regularly this week hopefully so please keep checking back. I love all of you that have reviewed so far and I beg your forgiveness for making you wait so long. I hope it was at least somewhat worth it.
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