Title: Am I Your Lover Or Your Brother?

Disclaimer: Don't own 'em

Chapter: 12/?

Rating: N/C 17

Pairings: Sam/Dean, Wincest

Warnings: Language (Lots of Language), Smut, Violence, Wincest, Bottom!Sam, Bottom!Dean, Mental Abuse

Spoilers: Possible Up Through Season 7 (Here and There)

Summary: Au in which John keeps the boys apart telling each that the other died early in their childhood for different reasons. They meet at a college party and connect. When Sam figures out the truth will he tell Dean that he's his brother, or will Sam continue playing part of Dean's lover?

Ch. 12

"Sammy, Sam," Dean called as he gently shook his sleeping brother. "We're here, gonna stop here for a while ok?"

"Hmmm...Dean? Yea, yea ok."

"I'm going to go get a room, get our stuff gathered up and ready to take in will ya?"

"Yea Dean."

Sam sighed as Dean shut the door and walked into the lobby. He doesn't know for a fact how things were going to play out but he was pretty sure it was going to go something like 'We're brothers Sam, what happened happened and it's in the past now' and then he was going to be on the receiving end of some serious Winchester denial. Just thinking about it gave him a headache, Dean was so much like John, Sam doesn't know how he didn't see it before. Dammit. Brothers. They're brothers. Right.

Dan cam jaunting back out to the car jingling the keys for the room he acquired in his hand. "Come on Sammy, got us a room, grab your stuff will ya?"

"Yea, I'm coming Dean," Sam shouted back. He couldn't help but give a self-depreciating laugh when he realized what he said. "Yea, how I wish," he mumbled under his breath before hauling his bag onto his shoulder and following Dean into their room. Of course they had to share a room, sparse money sources and all but still, this was going to be difficult.

"There's a diner right down the road, the clerk gave me this upon check-in," Dean said while passing Sam a flier with a free dessert coupon for Rick's Diner, "The best burger joint this side of the Mason-Dixon." How true that was Sam wasn't sure but he guesses he's about to find out.

"Okay Dean, sounds good," was his only reply as he went into the tiny bathroom to clean up from the long drive. "Just give me few mins to wind down a bit."

"Okay just don't take too long Sam, I'm starving and could really go for a bacon-cheeseburger and some pie right about now."

"I'll be right out Dean." Sam knew this would happen, he knew Dean would try and act like everything was fine, like they were never anything more than brothers. 'Yea brothers who have sex,' Sam thought. He thought he had himself prepared for this, he had nothing better to do on the long drive here, only stopping here and there for small breaks for the last few days. Still, the stab of pain at seeing the double beds wasn't expected. Fuck. He had to get Dean to see things his way, he had to or he wasn't going to survive.

"Alright Dean I'm ready. Let's go see how good these burgers really are."

The diner had a complete American theme right down to the gaudy red, white, and blue decorum with some bright yellow mixed in. "You know, this could have been done in a more tactful manner," Sam stage whispered to Dean upon walking in.

"I don't know Sammy, it's so bad," Dean responded taking another look around. "Come on, over here, there's a booth that gives us a view of the whole place."

As much as Sam didn't care to look at the bright colors that made him feel like they spray painted the colors of Superman's costume all over the place, he had to agree with the importance of being able to watch their surroundings, especially since they were on the run. Of course they would have similar thoughts, same up-bringing and all, same father. Jeeze that was still weird. Sam wondered if it ever wouldn't be.

Soon a tall, bubbly, blonde waitress in a short skit and high heels was standing next to their table openly eying both of them while twirling her long pony tail around her fingers. "What can I get for the two of you?" she asked while handing them each menus. "All of our burgers are cooked to order and I can honestly say are the best around," she continued in a slow-southern drawl. "What will it be to drink boys?"

"Umm I'll have a coffee and a coke," Dean answered.

"Just a water for me thanks."

"Okay boys I'll be right back with your drinks, I'll get your orders then," she replied before bouncing off while still twirling her hair. Typical, Sam thought. Figures we'd end up with the cliché version of every slutty tuck stop slash diner waitress there was. He saw how Dean was eying her obviously pushed up cleavage. Whatever, it's not like there was, oh say, a guy who was totally still in love with his right across the damn table! Suddenly Sam wasn't feeling very hungry.

"Damn, these all look so good, I can't decide. What are you having?"

"I, um, I don't know."

"You alright?"

"I, um, yea I'm fine, why wouldn't I be Dean?" Sam felt his throat closing up and he herd the slightly hysterical edge to his voice. He only started to calm down after Dean grabbed his hands and started talking to him.

"I know we're under a lot of stress right now Sammy, I get it, I do, but you have to keep it cool for me okay, stay calm. We're no good if we start panicking. Take a deep breath and decide on something to eat, you need to keep your strength up." When he was finished Dean gently patted Sam's hands and then went back to browsing the menu as if nothing every happened.

Sam wasn't even sure exactly what happened but he knew as long as he concentrated on Dean everything was ok, that everything would be ok.

They finished their meal in relative silence, keeping an eye on the other patrons in case trouble arose. After clearing their table of everything but their unfinished drinks the waitress came back over to give them the bill. "So is this together or separate?" Sam wasn't sure how she managed to make that sound lewd but she had.

"Together," Dean answered getting out his wallet and pulling out some cash. He took a quick look at the bill and handed her the money. "Keep the change hun."

"Thanks. Have a good day ya'll!" she responded as she pulled the receipt off and handed it to Dean with a wink before bouncing away again. Dean just shoved it into his jeans pocket before pulling out the keys to the Impala and walking out the door with Sam in tow.

"Ah Good Ol' Georgia, Hot and Humid. I think we should head up north in a day or so Sam. There's this quiet little island right off the Bay Bridge with no hunters that I know of. We could bunk down there for a little while what do ya say?"

"Sounds good Dean."

"Stop brooding Sammy boy, everything is going to be alright," Dean tried reassuring Sam with a fake, bright tone and a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes. He knew things were pretty well fucked up and he knew that he didn't even know half of it yet. He needed to call dad and Bobby and soon. When they were on the road again, would be safer that way, they wouldn't be able to be pin pointed.

The room was hot as hell when they got back and both brothers groaned at the stifling heat. "I hate the east coast, I can't stand the humidity."

"Me either," Sam said while pulling off his shirt, his undershirt following soon after. He knew what he was doing, he knew he was half doing it on purpose too. Hey if he couldn't talk and reason with Dean then he could seduce him right? Nothing wrong with a little seduction, nothing at all, oh, except for the fact he was seducing his brother. Oh well, it's not like he was ever normal anyway.

Dean's barking laugh pulled Sam out of his thoughts. "Oh, Sam you have to look at this," Dean laughed while waving the wrinkled receipt around he had pulled out of his pocket. "I think Jenny wants a threesome."

"Hmm seems that way," Sam said snatching the piece of paper from his brother. Well would you look at that! She wrote the total in the wrong spot."