Authors Note: So this is 3:00am misc. story idea lol It didn't really have a plotbut I figure I might turn it into a multi-chapter fic and just intensify the rating as I go.

I wanted to make it how their sexual relationship develops over time, alone with their emotional relationship. I'm not sure if any of that makes sense cause I'm so tired right now I'm gonna pass out. But none of this is edited so expect alot of mistakes, I'm sorry :( As a side note, I don't own any of the characters, or the tv show Supernatural. If I did, I'd be crying alot less. Love to hear opinions of my writing, always ready to make an improvement :) and let me know if you wanna see it turned into a series or leave it as a one-shot.

Sometimes, Sam felt like the only thing in the world stopping him from having the life he wanted…was Sam. Yes he could blame his Dad, hell, he could blame his dad for 90% of the fucked up shit that's happened in his life. But even John could only do so much to control Sam now. And lately, John was hardly there at all anyway. It had been back to back hunts and though Sam was 16 now and clearly capable of staying on his own. Dean still insisted on staying unless their dad absolutely needed him. That's what Sam wanted; he'd decided a long time ago that he wanted nothing more than to be with Dean. To feel Dean's touch and kiss those lips. God his fucking lips were so perfect, HE was so perfect… Those lips had become a fucking reoccurring wet dream since he was 13. Feeling them on his neck, sucking dark purple bruises, his chest licking at a nipple, or his cock, god the thought of his big brother's mouth wrapped around his cock…It got him off in an embarrassingly short amount of time.

The day Sam decided to get out of his own way, it wasn't planned, it just sort of happened. It had been raining all week in Michigan and their dad was gone for the third week in a row, only checking in with static filled calls at one in the morning saying he'll only be gone one more week. Yeah, like that was ever really true. Not that Sam care, cause frankly, Sam loved the alone time with Dean. Even if it was nothing more than a chance to sit and listen to his brother blabber on and on about Jillian Murphy and her double D's and how he plowed her in the back of the impala, not because he was really interested in her, it was more on principal, Dean did not turn down a slutty girl. It was practically his motto.

This particular Friday evening Dean had been out on a date with Michigan girl #6. He didn't really bother to remember names anymore, at least, not when Dean was on a hot streak like this. And damn Dean was definitely on a hot streak. He'd practically fucked his way across campus. According to Dean, college girls were way more experimental than high school girls were. And Dean was living like a king.

When Dean had gotten back from the date, he seemed…irritated. This was pretty unusual, normally after a date he'd stride into the room, with that signature cocky grin like he owned the universe and everyone else was just living in it. Of course Sam knew that wasn't always the case. Dean had three types of smiles, the 'I can charm the pants off you' smile, that made every cheerleader's knees give in. Then there was his 'I'm dying on the inside but you can't know it' smile. This one really hurt to see. It usually showed up when John was home, and especially when John had been drinking. Sam knew however much crap he got from John after he'd had a few drinks, it was nothing compared to what Dean had to put up with. Lastly, there was the smile he gave when it was just him and Sam, alone and enjoying each other's company. It wasn't very often that he got to see that smile, but when he did, the whole world could have blown up and Sam wouldn't have noticed.

"How'd the date go?" Sam looked up from him homework, immediately noticing the irritated look and wow- the um…straining erection against his jeans.
"She played me dude. I took her out to dinner, nicest fucking place in the town, she spends the entire meal rubbing up against me, telling me what she's gonna do to me when we get back in the car and then once the meal's done, she heads to the bathroom and fucking left!" Sam couldn't help but feel a little happy; one less girl fucking Dean was fine by him.

"Sorry 'bout that man," Sam waited till Dean was plopped on the couch next to him, then he looked for a second longer.

"Can you gimme like, half an hour with the porn channel and come back?" He shifted uncomfortably.

Dean was still hard, now was Sam's chance to finally get out of his own way. Take matters into his own hands and live his life.

"Dean….I could…ya know…maybe...Help you out with that? I mean, a blowjob's a blowjob right? Doesn't really matter who it's from." Dean gave him a funny look, kinda like he was wearing some stupid hat or had something on his face.

"You feeling okay Sammy?" He shifted again, "Like did you fall on your head? Or get into Dad's liquor cabinet?"

Sam was starting to regret speaking up, "No Dean, I mean… uh…I-I'm serious… if you want me to help you out… I can…" He hit his lip, now praying to god that Dean didn't punch him.

"Dude…you're my brother… I mean-" He cut Dean off, moving back away from him on the couch, starting to babble.

"haha I was totally kidding! I know, I'm sorry it was a dumb joke, just forget about it," he felt humiliated and terrified and way to vulnerable for his own comfort. Dean just kept their eyes locked.

"Okay."

Sam sighed out in relief, "Thank god, I wasn't sure if you were gonna punch me or let it slide, I'm sorry dude it won't happen again, I guess I'm not as funny as I-"

"I mean okay, I wanna do it." He leaned forward pressing his lips to Sam. And Sam froze, like a statue. This…was not what he was expecting. Not by a longshot. But after a minute, he was subconsciously kissing back and oh god was it good. He'd kissed a few girls before, the most recent being a sweet girl named Grace back in Utah. She smelled like vanilla and tasted like a cupcake and it kinda made Sam wanna eat her rather than kiss her, and not in the sexual way. But Dean…Fuck he was all masculine. Dean tasted like beer and smelled like cologne and Sam's senses were flooded. He was drowning in a sea of absolute bliss.

"You gonna start really kissing me dude?" Dean mumbled against Sam's lips, "Cause I'm doin' all the work here so far." Sam parted his lips, letting Dean slide their tongues together, a weird mix of feelings rushed through Sam. He'd never really liked kissing, but god Dean made it clear that he just hadn't been kissing the right people. Dean moved between Sam's legs on the couch, keeping their lips connected as he began to grind his hips down against Sam. The friction. Holy fucking fuck. The friction was so much better than anything he'd ever felt before. Dean hard cock was pressed against Sam's hip, nothing separating them but a thin layer of Jean material.

"Dean oh god Dean…" he breathed out pulling his brother as close as physically possible. Dean just smirked and continued to lay a sloppy trail of open-mouthed kisses on Sam's neck, sucking at the skin, but not enough to leave a mark. Sam felt so incredibly hot, like his skin was on fire and much too tight for his body. Was he doing everything right? Why didn't gay sex with your big brother come with a manual?! Thank god for Dean, cause if he wasn't taking charge Sam could have just laid there being groped until he came in his pants like he was 13 again. Dean yanked Sam's jeans down to his mid-thigh and pulled Sam's erection out of his boxers.

"Well Damn Sammy, didn't know you were so hung. If I were you I wouldda been braggin'."

Sam couldn't even acknowledge the compliment; he just let out a strangled groan as Dean began to slowly stroke his aching member.

"fff-fuck Dean…" he bit his lip trying not to make too many embarrassing noises but the more Dean was touching him, the less of a fuck Sam gave how he sounded.

"So fuckin' hot Sammy, I love you like this…I love you"

"I love you too Dean, you… it's always been you- oh fuck!"

After a few minutes of bucking up into Dean's hand, Sam was coming, hard. He moaned into Dean's mouth, as he rode out wave after wave of indescribable pleasure.

He looked up at his brother, ready to help him get off now. Oh. Dean had jerked them both of at the same time. Either he was really oblivious, or Dean was definitely the best like every girl said he was. Cause Sam was pretty damn impressed.

"I could have helped Dean… I mean I did offer…"

Dean sat up licking his hand and gave Sam a wink which made Sam feel like if Dean gave him a good ten minutes he could go another round.

"Next time kiddo," he wiped what he hadn't licked off, on his jeans and stood looking at Sam with a smirk. "Didn't know you wanted me so bad Sammy, but now that I do…" he licked his lips, dazzling forest green eyes filled with pure lust, "You're gonna be spending a lot of time in the bedroom. Get ready baby boy; I'm damn hard to satisfy."

Dean walked into the shower without another word, leaving Sam to bask in his post orgasmic haze as he stared up at the ceiling, not bothering to pull up his jeans or even his boxers. He just smiled, Dean loved him; holy shit Dean loved him. He smiled closing his eyes as he heard the hiss of the water when Dean's shower started. He definitely got out of his own way today; and look what happened. He just knew tomorrow, was gonna be even better. Actually, knowing Dean, maybe he wouldn't have to wait for tomorrow.