At first, they were fine.
Fine with, well, letting people assume that they were partners, which they were.
They were also fine with people assuming that they were just really, very strange brothers.
Which they were.
It was, though, always one or the other.
I they were on a case and someone found out they were fucking, or involved or what the hell ever, Sam would usually play up the 'we-use-brothers-as-a-cover-because-of-reasons' card and every one would be happy.
Or it could go the other way, where , when someone ever got squick about them just being two dudes and they needed to please them for information, Dean would flash the 'we're-brothers' card and, again, everyone would be happy.
But it always was one or the other.
They never really talked about the fact that they hid it. Because, well… because they didn't, not really at least. That let people believe what they wanted to believe.
At the end of a case involving the sweetest girl (and sweet was a word Dean thought he would never use) that ended with her shouting, "DON'T BE A STRANGER, DEAN," and waving out of a fast retreating car window, Sam worried his bottom lip between his teeth and turned his head slightly toward Dean.
"Do you ever feel… I dunno, bad?" Sam didn't speak a lot of the question he meant, but Dean heard it.
Do you ever feel bad they they'll never really know you? Know all about you?
"Not really, I mean… it's kinda our job, you know?" Dean shrugged, stepping back and leaning against the impala.
Sam leant back right next to him. "Yeah, but still…" He momentarily tried to find a word before Dean jumped back in.
"Sammy, they're not meant to know us. We're just meant to be remembered as those two guys. We're they guys they might like to know, but not the ones they should… so we hunt things… because we can take it… because we're not heroes… we're silent guardians, watchful protectors…"
Sam cuts in by punching Dean on the shoulder, "That's Batman, jackass!"
"Yeah, well, that hurt, bitch." Dean rubbed at his shoulder scowling and nudging Sam in the ribs with his elbow.
"You jerk!" Sam pushed playfully at Dean's shoulder, shoving him back until they were wrestling against the Implala, Sam pinning Dean down and leaning in to plant a big, wet kiss on his cheek. By the time they had both finally stopped giggling, Sam was leaning against Dean, his bangs playing with Dean's forehead. Dean could feel breath on his cheek when he spoke.
"…I just want someone to know… about us, for once? I want someone to know and not freak out… I don't really know what I'm saying, sorry."
Breaking his eyes away from the hazel mess of Sam's eyes, Dean reached forward and spun Sam around, scooping him to his side with a hand around Sam's waist
"Don't worry Samantha, I'll find a way to let everyone know you're my wife!"
Dean proudly puffed his chest before Sam's eyes darkened slightly and he reached behind Dean, pinching his ass, which got him a squeak.
"Everyone knows you're the wife, Deanna." He chuckled, circling the hood to the passenger's seat.
"Am not!"
"Dude, you freaking squeaked because of an ass pinch, what more can I say?"
"Oh, come on, it's not like I just expect to get my ass pinched by you all the time."
"Well, you want to."
Lowering himself into the driver's seat, Dean couldn't say no to that.
…..
Dean woke up pressed warm against Sam's side.
He opened his eyes, but everything was a bit hazy, so he just closed them again, shuffling up slightly to fit his brother's arm around his shoulder more comfortably. He had thought, actually, about what Sam had said the day before.
It would be nice, wouldn't it? To be able to tell someone they were brothers and then not be given horrified look when caught gazing at each other like romance-novel characters.
Not like they ever did that, uh… yeah. Well, maybe they did. Okay, Dean had to admit, the whole love thing was hard to keep under lock and key, but that was what they tried to do.
On a tangent, Dean wondered why he was even fantasising about telling some mystery person about their secret love and have them be okay with it, I mean, it's not like anyone they were close with would be okay with their gay, incestuous love… then again, no one's really on board with the whole gay, incestuous love thi-
Oh my god.
Dean almost pushed himself off the bed with the suddenness of the idea.
Oh my god I am a genius.
He was about to start picking apart his plan when he felt Sam's already too-wide chest expand with a deep breath. When he exhaled it tickled the top of Dean's head.
Sam ducked his neck down to nudge at Dean's cheek with his nose and speak.
"Good morning." Sam pressed a kiss to Dean's hair.
"Good morning." Dean brushed his fingers over Sam's stomach and then snuggled closer to his side.
After a few moments of contented silence, Sam said, "Dude. You are so the wife."
"Shut up, bitch. I just like to snuggle."
…..
When Sam went out to that Thai place they had passed on the way to their current hotel to get lunch, Dean snatched up the laptop and set it on the desk before opening it to a search engine.
SUPERNATURAL (103 000 000 results)
Not so clever. A lot of the results were just spooky curlicue decorations and Ouija boards and crap. Dean rattled off another word into the search box.
SUPERNATURAL BOOKS (59 000 000 results)
Again, not that clever at all. This time round, the results were mostly books about ghosts or the occult in general and Dean frustratedly mashed at the delete button when he couldn't recall Chuck's pen name.
What was it, Edward… Edmund?
SUPERNATURAL BOOKS CARVER EDLUND (1 000 500 results)
Now this, this looked more promising. Dean scrolled down for small moments before he found the site he needed.
Supernatural FanServer:
ConventionsDiscussions
CharactersMeetups
For the next ten minutes, Dean searched through the site, which was surprisingly packed, and found the thing he needed. It was within the next week, it was close and it wasn't costly. He wrote down the details, satisfied with what he had found.
Sam may be the bitch to go to when it comes to research, but he can get the job done.
He also was relieved to see a user titled 'samsgirlbeck' lamenting the loss of her attendance.
"Dude you are not watching porn." Sam sighed exasperatedly at Dean as he closed the door behind him.
"You can't blame me. Leaving me with nothing but a laptop after seeing you in those jeans…" Dean ran his eyes up Sam's body, "Well."
Sam went full on blue steel and slowly lifted his shirt.
"Oh come on. That's just not fair."
"I'm changing, jerk."
"Bitch."
"Wait, you wanted Chow Mein, right?"
"Yes, gimme." Dean held out his arms.
"Stop with the grabby hands."
Dean snatched the container of food from Sam, reaching on a strain to pick up a fork.
Sam went into the shower, giving Dean the opportunity to swing back around to the laptop and close the browser, deleting the last hour of history at the same time.
Oh yeah. This was going to be good.
(I've been feeling much better about everything lately, and my spirits are high enough to write! I really love est. relationship fics and I REALLY love the idea of the boys going to conventions because it'S just rEALLY COOL… so I figured I'd combine them and try it out? My main other story will be updated soon - Lizzy!)