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The drip of water off his nose is driving him crazy.

He wipes it away but it comes back, drip drip, rolling down from his hair, over the bump where it's been broken a few times, and off the tip, falling to the ground.

Damn rain!

Freaking pouring down on him now, cold and relentless, making it hard to see. His boots squish in the mud and water runs down the back of his jacket, making him shiver violently. Gonna catch his death and his damn brother wouldn't even give a shit!

Nowhere else to go, though, except here. Christ, he really is pathetic. If he was more of a man, more sure of them, he'd march on in there and take a stand, declare himself. As it is…well, it's too much, too new…all sharp edges and scary. They haven't really even talked about what happened between them…

So here he is, in the rain, nose dripping, watching…streams of water down the window make the scene inside hazy and smeared but he sees all he needs to. And it's pissing him off…

The bag of groceries lay where he dropped them, in a puddle at his feet, forgotten as he narrows his eyes at the scene before him, breath catching in his throat as he struggles not to smash in the glass with his fists, anger making him tremble.

He should've known things'd be all fucked up…the story of his life…Dean Winchester can't be happy…it's Murphy's Law that if he finds one shred of joy…all hell will break loose so he never gets the feeling again…

He'd gone out to get food, taking care of them like he was supposed to, like a good brother should. He'd heard the noises at the door when he'd come back, fumbling for his key, heard the loud voices raised in anger…a woman and a man. He'd listened, pressing his ear to the door, breathing through his mouth to hear. The voices went low and intimate, hard to understand so he inched his way to the window to take a peek.

And now he's stuck here…watching like a damn peeping Tom…hoping to Christ no one calls the cops on him…that's all he'd need right now to cap off this night of frigging bliss!

Inside, Sam stands, fresh from the shower, hips snug in a towel, shaking his head 'no' at the woman before him. Dean can see only her back… a slight figure with dark hair, pressing up against his brother but he knows who it is…Ruby.

She's already screwed Sam once…and now, looks like she's back for round two. Much to Dean's anguish, it doesn't look like his brother's fighting her off as hard as he should be.

"Well, what'd you expect?" his minds snaps harshly, "Did you really think after one night Sam's gonna tell everyone that he loves you and only wants to be with you? Come on!"

Even so…the hurt twists his gut.

He expected more…and his betrayal shoots white hot through him, making him want to punch something…anything…to get this hurt out of him. They shared something special… a night of passion, the best fucking night of his life…him and his beloved baby brother…

Sam had made his body sing with that mind-bending massage and they'd loved on each other…it was good and right and he wasn't ashamed of anything that happened between them. He thought Sam felt the same…ok, they hadn't talked about it but…dammit…they were together now and he shouldn't be letting this…fucking chick anywhere near him.

Sam was his…and he was Sam's…that's the way it was now…he thought they had a … an understanding.

Seems he was wrong.

He watches through the rain-streaked glass, fists clenching white, as Ruby wraps her arms around Sam's neck, urging his mouth down for a deep kiss, biting his lower lip with her teeth, tongue sliding in between his full lips to swirl passionately...

Dean presses closer to the glass. Sam doesn't look like he's kissing her back…but he's not pushing her away either…

He sees Ruby's hands caress Sam's naked torso, splay over his nipples and down to his abdomen…watches her progress with jealous, hungry eyes…wanting that to be his hand…his mouth…

Ruby's tugging on the towel…Sam swipes at it but misses and he stands there, naked and beautiful…

He sees Sam mouth "No, Ruby…no…just stop, ok?" but she just keeps going, reaching her hand out to touch him, dragging her hand up and down Sam's swollen shaft. Sam's half moan reaches Dean's ears through the window…

Dean's breath catches on a sob, drinking in the image of his brother's beautiful body, so muscular and strong…so firm and hard…he snakes a tongue over suddenly dry lips, pressing his face closer to the window. Freaking bitch doesn't know how to touch Sam…doesn't know what he likes...

He watches Ruby's hand move faster on Sam's dick and his brother…sure looks like he's enjoying it, damn him! His teeth flash white as his head falls back, eyes half-closed, hips thrusting forward into her hand…

Last time he saw Sammy's face like that, it was Dean's hands on him, making his little brother gasp in the dark, tugging on that sweet erection before…oh, before Sam had filled him up and taken him, owned him completely.

He needs to turn away, …to leave cause this is doing him no fucking good at all…it's just ripping his heart apart, piece by piece. He can't stop, though, can't pull his eyes away from Sam's face, his body…God, he just wants so much to rush in there and show her how to touch him…show her how to love him…

Ruby drops down to her knees in front of Sam and even though Dean can only see the back of her head, bobbing and Sam's face…it doesn't take a genius to figure out that Sam's starting to feel real good there, especially when his hips start thrusting forward faster and his hands grip the sides of Ruby's head, guiding her movement.

Sam lifts his head, his eyes suddenly focusing right on Dean. Their eyes lock.

Dean's eyes glitter at him and sweep down to Ruby then back up to Sam, asking for an explanation…a reason…

Time stops and it's just him and Sam. They stare at each other, studying curves and lines in their faces, caressing each other with their eyes…and Sam's eyes are warm, soft, loving. The look on his face tells Dean he's sorry…so sorry…

Sam's hands grip into Ruby's hair, his hip thrusts becoming faster, harder. He doesn't drop his gaze but continues staring at Dean, his eyes piercing into his very soul, it seems. Dean eyes drop back to Ruby, seeing her hands reach around to cover Sam's, pulling on them and her body looks like she's…struggling…pulling away but Sam's holding her there.

He hears Sam hiss, "You want it so bad…take it…take it all…"

Dean jerks his eyes back up to Sam's face, who's still staring at him, teeth bared now. Dean no longer sees pleasure on Sam's face…now he just looks freaking pissed off.

Sam's fingers yank on Ruby's hair, forcing her head back as he pulls back and pulling her forward as he thrusts. Dean sees her hands gripping, pulling on Sam's…frantically, it looks like and she's struggling up, trying to stand but Sam's holding her down, pumping faster and faster until he throws his head back, his body stiffening, spasms racking him.

Dean knows he coming, shooting deep in Ruby's throat because he hasn't let her go and she's stopped struggling, letting Sam's hands move her head as he wants, just a hole now for him to pump into…

Dean's mouth is watering, making him wipe at his lips…he wants to be drinking from his brother…it should be him! Sam doesn't need her, he had to force her, hold her so she'd finish him…she wasn't willing…although why, Dean can't figure out…if that'd been him, he'd have drunk it down lovingly…and asked for more…always more…

Realization hits him hard. He won't ever be satisfied with anyone else but Sam. He doesn't want women…he doesn't want men…he just wants Sam. If his brother doesn't want him or need him the same way, then Dean can't stay, won't stay…won't lay that kind of pressure on Sam. He loves Sammy too much to force him to choose…

Finally, he has the courage to turn and walk away.

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Inside, Sam is still pumping into Ruby's mouth, making her drink the last of him, not releasing her until he's spent, finished.

Sam recovers, breath slowing, coming back to awareness and he flicks a panicked look at the window but Dean is gone. Shit!

He roughly pushes Ruby away from him, grabbing pants and pulling them on, twisting a t-shirt over his head and down. He turns towards the door but Ruby is in front of him, trying to touch him.

"Sam…" she wipes at her mouth, "Don't leave me here…like this…I need you…"

He stares at her, a rage rising up in him so quickly he knows it's been there the whole time, just waiting to come out…she's standing between him and his brother and she doesn't know how close he is to just sending her demon ass back to hell right then and there…

Gritting his teeth, trying to remind himself that he may still need her help, he snaps the words at her, low and deadly "Get out of my way, Ruby."

She reaches up towards his face and he slaps her arm away, reaching the limit to his patience. Desperate to get to Dean, he yells in her face, "No! You're a fucking demon, Ruby! I don't want you touching me again ever! That's it! No more! You get the hell out…NOW…"

He hauls her by the arm over to the door with one strong hand, opening the door with the other and shoving her through it out into the rain "If you come around again, so help me God, I'll send your ass back to hell so fast, you won't even have time to pack!"

Behind her, he spies the Impala, parked but empty, keys in the ignition. The rain pelting him, drenching him, he rounds the corner to the window, where Dean had been standing.

The groceries are scattered around on the ground but Dean's gone.

Sam looks around frantically. Nothing…

His voice echoes in the rain, in the night, "DEAN! Dean! Please come back!"

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