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Dean grunted as another shopper bumped into him and walked away without saying sorry. He glared at the retreating back of the woman and had to take a deep calming breath to stop himself from saying something rude.

Normally he would have said it but Sam was standing right next to him and he knew he'd get a lecture. Sighing again he frowned and looked around the shopping centre in contempt. God he hated Christmas shopping. The people were rude, the shops were full, the children were swarming and the awful noise of children screaming that pierced through the air.

He was so close to walking out and waiting in car but he promised Sam this year they would have a proper Christmas and unfortunately that included braving the crowds. Sam was currently trying to chose green tinsel and red, his head was cocked to the side and looking like it was the most important decision he'd ever faced.

"Can you hurry this up Sam? I'm getting a headache."

"Dean, you promised!"

"I promised we could get some Christmas stuff. I never thought you'd spend twenty minutes looking at tinsel." Dean pointed out, leaning against the shelf casually.

Sam rolled his eyes and threw the green tinsel into the basket, moving along to the Christmas tree decorations.

"Do you like the Santa's or the Snowmen?" he asked, picking them both up and looking at each intently.

"I don't care."

"You know Dean, if you participated a little more you might find it more enjoyable." Sam sighed, getting more and more irritated at Dean's attitude.

"I just don't see the point."

"The point is, I'm sixteen and I've never had a proper Christmas."

"It's never bothered you before."

"This year is special." Sam admitted quietly, moving on to the reindeer figurines.

Dean frowned and followed Sam down the aisle. Standing behind Sam he wrapped his arms securely around his little brother's waist and pulled them together. Sam's hair brushed against his nose and Dean was amazed at how tall Sam was getting.

"What makes this year special Sam?" he asked, voice muffled by Sam's hair.

Sam sighed and tensed in Dean's arms before relaxing. It still surprised him how affectionate Dean was towards him ever since they had taken the step and became lovers, not that it was unwelcome, just difficult to get used to.

"This is our first Christmas together, not just as brothers but as a couple." he whispered, playing with the hem of a Santa hat.

For a second, Dean considered taking the piss out of Sam for being so sentimental but looking at Sam closely he realized how important this was to him. He reminded himself that Sam wasn't just his brother anymore and the way to treat a boyfriend was very different to a brother. He had to find the balance.

"You're right. I'll try to participate more." Dean promised, nuzzling into Sam's neck.

Sam laughed and tried to pull away from Dean's tickling touch but Dean held him tight and pressed a soft kiss to the skin behind Sam's ear.

"Dean stop!" Sam smiled and successfully pulling away from Dean's grasp.

"Come princess, let's finish shopping."

Sam nodded and put more tinsel in the basket. They didn't need any Christmas tree decorations because they didn't have a tree and buying one would be a waste of money because they lived an essentials only lifestyle. In fact they were lucky dad had promised to stay in one place for Christmas or they'd be decorating the Impala.

"I'm done Dean. We can go." Sam announced happily and Dean barely repressed a sigh of relief. "Hey Dean, can you go and pay for this stuff while I go and get your Christmas present?"

"You don't have to get me anything Sammy." he protested but took the basket anyway, knowing there was no way he would change Sam's mind.

"I'll meet you at the car." Sam said, ignoring Dean completely.

Sam left quickly, thankful that the line for the check out was so long which gave him enough time to get what he wanted. He'd been thinking for weeks what he wanted to get Dean and when he finally thought of the perfect gift he discovered another problem, where exactly he was going to get it? In the end he'd resorted to the internet. In the end he'd found the shop he wanted and as luck would have it, there was one in the shopping centre near the motel.

"Perfect." he muttered to himself, spotting the shop and making his way towards it.

He had underestimated the amount of embarrassment that came with being inside that particular shop, especially being male. His cheeks felt hot and he could feel the blush staining his cheeks and neck. Making his way past the lingerie quickly he headed to the back of the shop where the novelty items were kept.

He spotted what he wanted quickly, a large red bow that would wrap around him and turn him into a giant Christmas present for Dean to unwrap. Taking a deep breath and pushing his nerves away he took one off the hook and headed to the counter, reminding himself that it was for Dean and he would never see any of these people again.

"What can I do for you today?" the young woman behind the counter asked, smiling at him.

"Uh, just this thanks." he muttered, pushing the bow across the counter.

"For a girlfriend?" she asked politely, waving it across the scanner and folding it so it wouldn't crease.

"Sort of." Sam smiled back, taking his wallet out.

"For a boyfriend?" she guessed, placing it into a plain paper bag for which Sam was grateful for. "That comes to twenty-five dollars."

"Yeah." Sam mumbled, avoiding eye contact and handing over the money.

"No need to look so scared, you'd be surprised how many men we get coming in here to buy things for boyfriends and husbands." she reassured him, handing him the bag.

But how many to you get coming in who's having an incestrious affair with his brother? Sam thought to himself but smiled anyway and mumbled a thank you before bolting from the shop.

"Dean you better enjoy this." he grumbled, reaching the Impala.

"Enjoy what?" Dean asked, popping out from behind the car and nearly giving Sam a heart attack.

"Shit! Dean don't fucking do that!"

"Don't get you panties in a twist. What's in the bag?"

"Non of your concern. Now unlock the car, it's fucking freezing out here." Sam sniped, still embarrassed from his little shopping adventure.

Dean unlocked the car but slipped into the back seat and motioned Sam to follow him. Sam frowned but put the shopping bag on the front seat and climbed into the back with Dean.

"Dean? What are we doing back here?"

Dean said nothing and manoeuvred Sam so he was sitting and Dean was kneeling in front of him. The space was cramped and Dean was thankful for his lack of height.

"Dean, what are doing?" Sam stuttered even though he was quite certain he knew what Dean had in mind.

"I know I've been a bit of prick today and I wanted to make it up to you." he explained, popping open the buttons of Sam's jeans in one practised move.

"We're in a crowded parking lot! In the middle of the fucking day!" Sam hissed, although he couldn't deny the thought turned him on.

"That's part of the excitement Sammy."

Dean was thankful Sam never wore underwear, he loved the easy access. He pulled Sam's soft cock out of his jeans and pumped it roughly, proud of himself when he coaxed it to hardness in under a minute. Sam meanwhile had his eyes closed tightly, head thrown back against the seat and letting out small breathless moans and whimpers. Dean continued to pump but added a flick of his thumb over Sam's swollen head, a move he knew drove Sam wild and he wasn't disappointed.

"Fucking Christ!" Sam bucked up into his hand and felt his orgasm curling in his stomach.

The excitement of being in a public place was turning Sam on more than he would ever admit. That coupled with the fact he was a horny teenage boy had him coming over Dean's hand embarrassingly quickly. Dean realized the position of his face over Sam's crotch was not the best place to be too late and was rewarded by nearly being blinded.

"Fuck that was good." Sam whispered as the after glow of cumming flowed through him.

He opened his eyes and looked down at Dean who was forced to use the hand that was not covered in jazz to wipe a large portion of Sam's cum off his face.

"I am so sorry." Sam whispered, not quiet able to keep the amusement out of his voice.

Dean was about to answer when a knock at the car window caught both their attentions. They froze and with their hearts trying to crawl out their throats, turned to see who it was. There was silence for a moment as they stared at the person standing outside the Impala. It was Sam who found his voice first.

"Dean?"

"Yes Sammy?"

"Is that…?"

"Yes Sammy."

They both stared in horror at the mall security man standing outside the car and looking at them in a very hostile way.

"Could you both please exit the vehicle?" he asked in a tone of voice that made it perfectly clear it wasn't really a question.

"Fuck."

To be continued...