The Masquerade
Coming Clean, Coming Out.
It was night fall, and still no sign of the Succubus. The heaviness behind their eyes made it apparent to both of the brothers, that it was time to turn in.
“Dean, come on dude, find a motel or something, will pick the case back up in the morning” Sam pleaded rubbing his eyes, then the thought hit him, what if Dean didn't make him wait. He didn't have the energy, he just didn't, and Dean was like that. He would keep things secret and then all the sudden. Hey Sammy, Lets fuck. The thought made Sam, cringe. He had tasted his brothers mouth, and like a savage dog, with blood...he wanted more. Moments passed before they saw the neon sign in the distance. “Okay, Sam. You win. Will stop for the night, and then will pick back up tomorrow.” Dean said turning to look at Sam, his hazel eyes shining even in the darkness, of the impala.
Sam exited the check-in office, the motel key in hand, inadvertently twirling the key around his finger, grinning from ear to ear. What are you doing you idiot? Do you really think Dean, will do anything with you? Sam thought, again the thought of his brother embracing him, filled him with a savage temptation, and a yearning for Dean. Dean saw Sam smiling. “ What are you smiling about, Mister?” Dean asked playfully. “Na- Nothing.” Sam blurted nervously.
“Psh, Yeah right.”
They made their way into the darkened motel room. Dean flipped the lights on, and he now knew why Sam had been smiling. “Um, Sammy. Why, is there only one bed?” Dean asked anger filling his tone, though his mind raced, this could be a good thing. He thought.
“Well, one bed is cheaper, and I...um. Yeah.” Sam stuttered. Dean laughed.
“We...Have 12 credit cards, all with different names, fake I.D. Badges, and you finally decide to tighten the belt?” Dean asked. “Whatever the room is paid for, so lets make the best of it.” Dean said his vicious smirk gliding across his beautiful face. Dean's statement caught Sam of guard. “Wha-what do you mean?”
“I mean, lets make the best of it, Sam.” Dean said, as he pulled his he coat off, laying it on the floor, he never does that. Sam thought. Dean then began to walk toward Sam, as he pulled at his shirt, rising it above his head. Sam swallowed, his heart was in his throat, he couldn't bare this torture, he just couldn't but he was scared that if he moved, the moment would be lost forever. Dean then reached and began to pull his pants off, sliding the zipper slowly, letting Sam, hear the clinks, as it made its way down. Now standing in front of Sam, with nothing but his boxers on. He kissed Sam, lightly at first, tentatively, allowing Sam's heart rate to go down, then what was once a light peck, became a passionate battle. Their tongues danced inside each others mouth. Then Dean, pulled away. There is somethings we need to clear up. Sam nodded.
Sam found the chair in front of the window, while Dean, set on the bed. Sam spoke first. “Dean, I need to come clean.” Dean nodded. “Go ahead.”
Sam found it hard even after what him and Dean had already done, to confess himself. He swallowed again, forcing his heart back to it rightful place.
“I'm...Gay. Have been for...Gah ever. And I have liked a few guys, had a few one night stands here and there, but then my feelings for you...I just couldn't take it.” Dean chuckled. Sam face went angry, his nostrils flaring. “I told you I was coming clean.” Dean chuckled again. “Oh, I know, is just now I feel dirty.” Even Sam couldn't help but laugh at his brother laughter, that robust laugh, that sent chills down his spine. “But, I don't get it, I have seen you sleep with girls. Why?” Deans questioning eyes peered at Sam, Sam looked down, fighting the tears welling up inside him. “ I did it for...you. I thought if I couldn't have a brother who, I loved, love me back, how I loved him, then I at least wanted a brother, who loved me because he was my brother. . . I didn't think you would want me as a brother anymore.” Sam could no longer hold the tears back anymore. He glanced up, his head still hung, to see a expression he was not ready for on his brothers face...Sadness.
“You thought I...Wouldn't love you...if you were...Gay?” Deans own tears began to fall. “Sammy, your my brother, and that will NEVER change, and I will ALWAYS love you, no matter what.” Dean then got up and ran to his brother, wrapping his shirtless body around him, embracing him, comforting him. “And just so you know. I love you like you love me, too.” Dean breathed into Sam's ear. Sam exhaled. Well, that wasn't so bad. he thought
And once again i leave you all with a brilliant cliffhanger
“Dean, come on dude, find a motel or something, will pick the case back up in the morning” Sam pleaded rubbing his eyes, then the thought hit him, what if Dean didn't make him wait. He didn't have the energy, he just didn't, and Dean was like that. He would keep things secret and then all the sudden. Hey Sammy, Lets fuck. The thought made Sam, cringe. He had tasted his brothers mouth, and like a savage dog, with blood...he wanted more. Moments passed before they saw the neon sign in the distance. “Okay, Sam. You win. Will stop for the night, and then will pick back up tomorrow.” Dean said turning to look at Sam, his hazel eyes shining even in the darkness, of the impala.
Sam exited the check-in office, the motel key in hand, inadvertently twirling the key around his finger, grinning from ear to ear. What are you doing you idiot? Do you really think Dean, will do anything with you? Sam thought, again the thought of his brother embracing him, filled him with a savage temptation, and a yearning for Dean. Dean saw Sam smiling. “ What are you smiling about, Mister?” Dean asked playfully. “Na- Nothing.” Sam blurted nervously.
“Psh, Yeah right.”
They made their way into the darkened motel room. Dean flipped the lights on, and he now knew why Sam had been smiling. “Um, Sammy. Why, is there only one bed?” Dean asked anger filling his tone, though his mind raced, this could be a good thing. He thought.
“Well, one bed is cheaper, and I...um. Yeah.” Sam stuttered. Dean laughed.
“We...Have 12 credit cards, all with different names, fake I.D. Badges, and you finally decide to tighten the belt?” Dean asked. “Whatever the room is paid for, so lets make the best of it.” Dean said his vicious smirk gliding across his beautiful face. Dean's statement caught Sam of guard. “Wha-what do you mean?”
“I mean, lets make the best of it, Sam.” Dean said, as he pulled his he coat off, laying it on the floor, he never does that. Sam thought. Dean then began to walk toward Sam, as he pulled at his shirt, rising it above his head. Sam swallowed, his heart was in his throat, he couldn't bare this torture, he just couldn't but he was scared that if he moved, the moment would be lost forever. Dean then reached and began to pull his pants off, sliding the zipper slowly, letting Sam, hear the clinks, as it made its way down. Now standing in front of Sam, with nothing but his boxers on. He kissed Sam, lightly at first, tentatively, allowing Sam's heart rate to go down, then what was once a light peck, became a passionate battle. Their tongues danced inside each others mouth. Then Dean, pulled away. There is somethings we need to clear up. Sam nodded.
Sam found the chair in front of the window, while Dean, set on the bed. Sam spoke first. “Dean, I need to come clean.” Dean nodded. “Go ahead.”
Sam found it hard even after what him and Dean had already done, to confess himself. He swallowed again, forcing his heart back to it rightful place.
“I'm...Gay. Have been for...Gah ever. And I have liked a few guys, had a few one night stands here and there, but then my feelings for you...I just couldn't take it.” Dean chuckled. Sam face went angry, his nostrils flaring. “I told you I was coming clean.” Dean chuckled again. “Oh, I know, is just now I feel dirty.” Even Sam couldn't help but laugh at his brother laughter, that robust laugh, that sent chills down his spine. “But, I don't get it, I have seen you sleep with girls. Why?” Deans questioning eyes peered at Sam, Sam looked down, fighting the tears welling up inside him. “ I did it for...you. I thought if I couldn't have a brother who, I loved, love me back, how I loved him, then I at least wanted a brother, who loved me because he was my brother. . . I didn't think you would want me as a brother anymore.” Sam could no longer hold the tears back anymore. He glanced up, his head still hung, to see a expression he was not ready for on his brothers face...Sadness.
“You thought I...Wouldn't love you...if you were...Gay?” Deans own tears began to fall. “Sammy, your my brother, and that will NEVER change, and I will ALWAYS love you, no matter what.” Dean then got up and ran to his brother, wrapping his shirtless body around him, embracing him, comforting him. “And just so you know. I love you like you love me, too.” Dean breathed into Sam's ear. Sam exhaled. Well, that wasn't so bad. he thought
And once again i leave you all with a brilliant cliffhanger