Chapter Eleven: Two months later.

Sam walked down the long white corridor, wrinkling his nose at the clinical smell; he hated that smell. He always had, he and Dean both did...that was why he was surprised that Dean agreed to stay here. After what had happened with Luke in the hotel, Dean had been severely injured; he had six cracked ribs, a dislocated shoulder, two sprained wrists and a broken leg.

He still didn't know why Dean had decided to stay in the hospital –like Sam had begged- instead of recovering at Bobby's like he had said he wanted to do. Not that he wasn't glad, he wanted Dean to recover properly.

After all, it was his fault he was hurt.

Sam stopped just outside the door to the ward Dean was staying on. It really was his fault. If he hadn't been so freaked out by the things –that still no one seemed to know what they were- then he could have fought back and not been taken...then Dean wouldn't have had to look for him for seven months, wouldn't have been hurt...wouldn't have had to know that he was sleeping with other people...hell, he wouldn't have been sleeping with other people because he wouldn't have had to become a prostitute.

He stepped to the side as a nurse walked through the swing doors, smiling politely at her as she did to him. He caught a glance of Dean before the doors swung shut...and all he could do was smile. He took a deep breath, knowing what he was going to do...he was going to go over to Dean, help his brother get to the car and while he was driving back to Bobby's house, he was going to tell Dean that he remembered everything –well, mostly everything- of his time as a prostitute. Bobby already knew he remembered, he had since the night Dean had gone after Luke alone, but Dean didn't have a clue that Sam remembered.

He pushed through the doors and walked quickly down to the end of the ward to the bed Dean was on, propped up by pillows into a sort of sitting position. He looked at his older brother as he stared out of the window. He looked kind of spaced out, but had miserable look on his face. "Hey..."

Dean's head spun around so fast, Sam was surprised he didn't break his neck. "Sammy, hey..." He smiled widely.

Sam returned his brother's smile and sat down on the bed next to Dean's thigh. "Why aren't you dressed? You do remember that you get to come home today, don't you?" He laughed lightly and his smile widened; he couldn't describe how happy he was that Dean was finally coming back home.

"Like I could forget that; I can't wait to get out of this shit hole, it stinks real bad!" Dean said whiningly.

Sam laughed as he watched Dean purse his lips together. "So if you can't wait, why're you still in the gown?"

Dean huffed and looked out of the window. "I have a broken leg, Sam, it ain't easy changing." He mumbled.

Sam smiled softly. He stood up from the bed and went to the curtain, pulling it all the way around Dean's bed, separating him and Dean from everyone else. He walked back around to Dean and leaned forward, pressing his lips to his brother's in a quick peck. "Well then, I guess you'll want my help." He said as he straightened up, smiling down at his brother.

"I guess I will." Dean smirked before grabbing a fistful of Sam's shirt and pulling him down, crashing their lips together.

"Hey, Dean?" Sam started. He kept his gaze on the road, not wanting to see Dean's reaction when he got around to telling him.

"Yeah?"

Sam's eyes flashed to Dean; his head was bent back leaning on the back of the seat, staring up at the ceiling and he had one arm leaning on the window with the other next to his broken leg. "I-I, err, I...when we get in, I want to talk to you about something." He practically mumbled.

Dean turned to look at Sam's face. He frowned lightly. "Erm, sure, Sammy. It's important, right?" He asked, waiting to see his younger brother's reaction.

Sam licked his lips and nodded. "Yeah. Kinda."

Dean smiled lightly, doing his best to keep his worry inside. "When we get in, we'll go straight to our room an' we'll talk there, yeah?"

Sam nodded again. "Yeah."

Sam had a look of pure amusement as he watched Dean hop on his good leg the rest of the way to the front door of Bobby's house. Only seconds ago his older brother had cursed and threw his crutches as far away from himself as possible; he had been trying to use them, but he found it hard and said it was pointless when he still had one good leg he could use to walk. Sam kept his amused look as he picked up the crutches and made his way to the door, following behind Dean just in-case he ended up on the floor. "You know I could help you."

"I don't need help, Sammy!" Dean snapped.

Sam kept his amused look as he smiled; he knew Dean didn't mean to be snappy...he was just aggravated that he couldn't walk properly on his own. "Okay, Dean, whatever you say." He chuckled.

"You had better not be laughing at me Sammy." Dean said and tried to look over his shoulder at his brother, but somehow caught his good leg on his bad leg as he twisted and fell forward. Sam rushed forward and grabbed Dean, but his brother was a little heavier than he expected and they both fell down to the floor, Dean sprawled on top of Sam. Dean groaned at the pain shooting through his leg and pushed himself up slightly, looking down at Sam. "See, I don't need help."

Sam chuckled. "No, guess you don't."

Dean smiled and stared down at his Sam; he had landed with his arms above his head and he was smiling up at Dean. He was glad to see Sam smiling, after his brother mentioned that he wanted to talk he hadn't said another word to him and he had had a gloomy expression the whole way to Bobby's house.

"Dean...c'mon, we should get you inside, I doubt the Doctors will like you on the floor with your leg..." Sam smiled.

"Yeah, okay."

Dean lay on the bed, his body flat against the mattress apart from his bad leg which was propped up on a pillow; he found it more comfortable with his bad leg slightly higher than his good one. He looked up at Sam, who was standing at the end of the bed. "Sammy, c'mon, tell me what's wrong. What'd you wanna talk about?"

"I...err, I..." Sam sighed, irritated that he couldn't just say what he wanted, and let his head fall backwards.

"Sammy." Dean said firmly. "Come sit over here and tell me what's bugging y'." He said patting the bed next to him.

Sam slowly climbed onto the bed and then crawled over to Dean. He looked down at his older brother. "I...I'm sorry you got hurt."

Dean frowned. "Why are you saying sorry? It wasn't you're fault. It had nothing to do with you."

Sam shook his head. "Don't do that. I know it was my fault. I know you got hurt because of me, don't say it isn't my fault when it is!" He said with his voice full of hurt and self-hate; he was so angry at himself for not been strong enough to fend of those things all that time ago, because if he had, they wouldn't be in this situation.

Dean stared at Sam with wide eyes. He couldn't know about what he had been doing for those seven months. He couldn't. He was starting to panic; the last thing he wanted was for Sam to remember he had been a prostitute. He started to push himself up with his hands, but was quickly pushed back down onto his back as Sam shoved his shoulders and climbed onto him, sitting on his groin.

"I remember, Dean. I remember everything." Sam said and leaned forward over Dean, his face hovering over his brother's.

"Sammy, I...I-I, I'm sorry...I-I..."

"Shut up, Dean! Don't say sorry when you've done nothing wrong!" Sam yelled.

Dean scoffed. "You're kidding right, Sammy? Everything that's happened over the past seven months was my fault! I never should have let you go with Dad, you should have been with me, I would have been protecting you instead of fighting something that obviously wasn't going to die by shooting at it!"

Sam still wasn't used to hearing Dean speak badly of their farther, but for some reason...he couldn't say he disliked it. But that wasn't what they were discussing right now. "Dean...there was nothing you could have done anyway. An' like I said I remember everything..." He paused what he was saying to lean closer to Dean and press his lips to his brother's, quickly. "I remember you untied me, you cleaned me up and you talked to me instead of jumping my bones...though, that didn't last long." He smiled...and remembered Dean pressing him against the wall as he was wrapped around him and then only minutes later they were on Dean's bed.

"Sammy, I...I didn't mean...I never meant for that to happen, I swear. I didn't mean to...to, to take a-advantage of you..." Dean said, avoiding eye contact with his brother. "I-I'm sorry."

Sam smiled softly –it was almost sadly. He pecked Dean's lips. "You didn't take advantage, I told you I remember everything...I remember how I felt back then too. I wanted you...just as much as I could tell you wanted me." He pushed himself up, so he was sitting up straight on his brother. "You didn't even get mad..."

"Get mad?"

"I told you what some of them wanted me to do...and that I'd actually done it."

Dean pursed his lips as he looked at Sam; he had been doing his best to forget that Sam had slept with other people and that he had told him about some of the stuff he had done. "Sammy, that doesn't matter. I don't care about that."

"But you should!" Sam yelled, tears brimming his eyes. "You shouldn't even want to be around me, never mind touch me, or kiss me, or...or sleep with me. You should be disgusted by me!" The tears spilled from his eyes.

Dean reached out to grab Sam's face and pulled him close, crashing his lips against Sam's. "You listen to me, Sammy...I am not and never will be disgusted by you. I love you, and I don't care about what happened over those months because it wasn't your fault. I love you." He said before kissing Sam again.

Sam kissed Dean back for only a few seconds before coming to his senses and pulled away. "But Dean-!" He was cut off as he was pulled back down for another kiss. He shuddered as he felt his brother's hands run up and down his sides. He heard Dean groan as he pushed down against his groin.

"Geez, Sammy, want you so much." Dean breathed into Sam's lips.

Sam thought about telling Dean they shouldn't, that Dean shouldn't touch him after all those other men had...but he wanted the same thing Dean did, so he couldn't refuse his brother anymore. He nodded. "Me too." He kissed Dean. "But...you're supposed to be getting rest, doing that isn't going to be letting you rest."

"Don't care."

"Dean...your leg's broken and your rib's too."

"Don't care." Dean repeated.

"Then how is this gonna work exactly? You're not exactly going to be able to lie on top of me and move; you'll hurt your leg."

Dean smiled mischievously then and pulled Sam down to whisper something in his ear.

Sam pulled away and looked down at Dean. "Really?"

Sam stepped out of his jeans and climbed back on top of Dean, straddling his hips. He leaned forward, his chest pressed to his brother's as he pressed his lips to his. He heard Dean groan...and quickly realised it was because he had pressed too hard against his ribs. He pulled away, using his hands to hover his upper body over Dean's. "Sorry."

"'S okay." Dean said a little breathlessly.

Sam frowned slightly in confusion; he had only pressed his lips to Dean's for a second or so, there was no way he would usually be breathless. "Dean, are you sure we should do this? I mean..."

Dean pulled Sam down -almost knocking his hands out from under him but Sam caught himself before he fell down on his brother. He lifted his head from the pillows and pressed his lips to Sam's, hard and needy. He pulled away because he knew if he didn't stop soon, he wouldn't answer Sam's question. "Yeah, Sammy I'm sure." He said and kissed Sam again, slipping his tongue into his brother's mouth.

Sam moaned out of pure pleasure, he loved kissing Dean. He grabbed his brother's right wrist and pulled it around so his hand was resting on his bum, he pushed on Dean's hand, leading it down to his entrance.

Dean pulled his hand out of Sam's grip and pulled out of their kiss. "No...wanna watch."

Sam's face turned red immediately; he knew exactly what Dean meant...he always kind of had a thing about watching Sam touch or open himself up. He pressed a quick kiss to Dean's lips before he pushed himself up; he was on his knees with his legs at each side of his brother's chest, with Dean's hand on his thighs. He looked at Dean and watched his tongue slid out across his bottom lip. He slid a hand in between his legs and pressed a finger to his entrance, his breathing hitched as he pushed it in.

Dean looked up at Sam with a pleased sort of smirk.

Sam pushed in a second finger before he started to pull them out and then push them back in. His breathing deepened; it wasn't just because of his fingers, it was also because he could feel Dean's intense gaze on him. He quickly pushed a third in and let his head hang forward, his breathing deep and ragged. He quickened his pace, thrusting his fingers in and out fast and rough; he knew Dean liked it when he was rough while touching himself. "Ah, ah, ah-D-Dean?" He gasped as he felt something else entering him. He looked down and saw Dean's hand was also under him...he realised Dean had also pushed a finger inside of him. "A-ah!" He cried out as all four fingers pushed into to him deeper.

Dean rubbed his finger against Sam's prostrate, knowing exactly where it was. He watched as his brother threw his head back and cried out in pleasure. He smirked. "Enough Sammy. C'mon, wanna be in you now."

Sam nodded and pulled his fingers out of himself, knocking Dean's out as well. He climbed off of Dean and down onto the floor. He pulled Dean's jeans further down his thighs to his knees –he had pulled them down before he had climbed on him; the part covering his good leg was further down than the one on his bad leg. He climbed back onto Dean, straddling over his brother's hard slightly weeping cock; he really did like watching Sam. He took hold off the base of Dean's cock –loving the moan that escaped his brother's lips as he did- and lined it up with his entrance. He took a deep breath before moved down onto the hard length, slowly taking in the head.

"Sammy...uh, s'okay, go as slow as you want." Dean said quietly as he took of Sam's hips.

Sam nodded and pushed down harder, forcing more of Dean's hard length into him. He moaned as he heard his brother's breathing deepen and his hands grip tightly at his hips. He pushed down again roughly and Dean was completely inside him. His breathing was deep and ragged and he was moaning.

Dean stroked Sam's thighs slowly and lovingly, waiting for him to adjust; it still surprised him how long it took for Sam to get used to the feeling of been filled by him, after all the times they had done it and...after the past months, he figured he be so used to it that he'd be able to just start going. Not that he was complaining, how Sam was now...is his Sam.

Sam lifted himself up with help from Dean holding his hips, and slammed back down. He gasped as Dean groaned. He did it again. Dean rolled his hips as Sam grinded down against him. They were rocking together with Sam lifting up and falling back down now and then.

"Geez, Sammy..." Dean groaned and gripped tighter at Sam's hip with his left hand, using his right hand to take hold of the base of his brother's hard weeping cock.

Sam moaned and let his head fall back. "Ah, Dean...c-can't...not gonna last...Ah!" He moaned loudly as Dean pulled down on his hips, pulling him down hard onto his cock.

"Me either..." Dean panted, staring into his brother's eyes. He tugged hard on Sam's weeping cock in time with their thrusts and groaned as his cock brushed against Sam's prostrate.

"Ah, Dean!" Sam shouted as he threw his head forward onto Dean's shoulder and came all over his hand, stomach and chest. He panted against his brother's sweat slicked skin as he continued to rock down onto Dean, making his brother cum with a shout of his name.

They laid there, listening to each other panting as they came down from their high.

Sam pushed himself up onto his forearms and looked down at Dean. There was so much they still needed to talk about...but for some reason, Sam couldn't bring any of it up right now; he needed to ask if Dean was ever going to talk to their Dad again –who had yet again disappeared-, if he was going to go after Luke, if-...well, he needed to ask his brother a few questions, but he figured they could wait until he got better. He leaned forward and pressed his lips to Dean's.

Dean's eyes fluttered open and the first thing he saw was Sammy's face, his eyes shut and his lips parted slightly. He looked to the clock on the bedside table, it was only eleven o'clock. He laid his head back on the pillow and realised he and his brother were both still naked, he could feel Sam's right leg thrown over his waist and one of his hands was gripping tightly at Dean's.

He looked back at Sammy's face and smiled sadly; he loved Sam so much...he still couldn't believe he had finally gotten him back. "Love you, Sammy." He whispered as he brushed his fingertips over Sam's cheek.

"If you really, truly did love him, wouldn't you have told him by now?" A voice asked.

Dean's eyes widened and he pushed himself up as fast as he could. He rested on his elbows as he stared at the dark silhouette...with blond hair. "What are you doing here!" He snarled at the man.

The man chuckled darkly. "What am I doing here? You know why I'm here...I told you, I will be back for him."

Dean's eyes shot open in pure panic. He was sweating and breathing deeply.

"Uh, D-Dean, what's wrong?" Sam asked sleepily as he looked up at Dean, whose sudden movement had woken him up.

Dean looked at the clock, eleven o'clock. He sighed deeply. 'Just a dream...' He thought and looked down at the bed.

"Dean?" Sam asked, tugging at his brother's hand.

He looked down at Sam. He knew he should tell his brother what Luke had said to him...but he couldn't bring himself to do it. He knew it would more than likely come out sooner or later, but he just couldn't. He didn't want Sam to know. "Nothing. Sorry, Sammy; didn't mean to wake you." He leaned to the side and pressed his lips against Sam's forehead, ignoring the pain that shot through his leg. "Come on, let's go back to sleep." He lay back down, watching Sam smile with closed eyes as he snuggled back up to Dean's side.

"I'll allow you to keep an eye on him for now...but don't be thankful, I will be back for him."

Dean shut his eyes, swallowing thickly as Luke's words ran through his head again. He wrapped his arm around Sam tightly. 'I won't let him get you...I won't let anyone get you, you're mine Sammy. No one's ever going to hurt you ever again.'

The End!

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