Supernatural Fiction & Art

"Hey, Sam!" Drew picked up his pace to catch up to his long-legged friend. Sam stopped and waited. "How was your spring break."

"Restful," Sam told him. "Dean and I went to the beach one day, otherwise we were just homebodies."

"Wasn't it cold at the beach?"

"Yeah. We went there just to feel the sun on our faces. Dean said we should have gone to a beach in Florida and done it the right way."

"It would have been warmer," Drew agreed. "Have you thought anymore about having a Guys' Night Out?"

Sam stopped walking. He'd hidden it from Drew once it all began. Now, it was time to come clean. "I'm living with Dean."

"I know."

"I'm with Dean."

"I know."

"Dean's my boyfriend."

"I know."

"You know? How?" Sam wasn't sure if he should be relieved.

"Duh," Drew said. "I see you give him a goodbye kiss in the morning sometimes. Lots of folks do."

"They do?"

"You're not exactly subtle about it."

"Oh," Sam was still stunned.

"So how about Guys Night Out?"

"You still want to?"

"Sure. Unless I have to have sex with you to be your friend now that I know."

Sam shook his head and laughed. "Why didn't you tell me that you knew?"

"I didn't want it to be awkward and I didn't want to lose my friend."

Sam let that sink in for a moment. "How about we start small and just have you over for supper tonight."

"Okay. Need a ride?" Drew asked.

"It would be nice to have supper waiting for Dean when he got home. I'll call him and let him know you're coming over to study."

"Okay."

"Just don't play cards with Dean tonight," Sam warned. "I may get to play for M&M's but he sometimes hustles people for a little extra income."

"Fine. No cards. Any other topics to avoid? Women?"

"Dean could talk all day about women and his various conquests. I just don't like to be reminded of them. Why, Drew! Is there a special lady in your life?"

Drew just blushed and shook his head.

***

"Honey, I'm home!" Dean called as soon as he opened the door. Sam had said they'd be studying but it smelled like supper to him.

Dean poked his head around the corner. "I see you're studying hard. Did you take a cooking class this semester?"

Sam looked at Dean sheepishly. "Figured you'd need to eat sometime."

Dean nodded. "How ya doing there, Drew?"

Drew was staring at their written notes spread out in front of him. "Good," Drew answered. "We have been reviewing notes while making supper. When Sam invited me home for supper, I didn't think I'd be helping make it."

"That's my Sammy," Dean gave Sam a quick peck on the cheek. "Full of surprises."

Drew looked down at the notes because of the display of affection.

"Are you going through the whole Law School thing, Drew, or are you thinking of cutting it short like Sam?"

"Huh?" Drew was lost.

"I don't think I'd be happy being an attorney," Sam tried to explain. "I don't want the long hours and responsibility. I'd rather be a clerk or assistant. That cuts Law School to two years. What do you think?"

"I don't know," Drew replied. "I guess I always figured I'd finish and didn't give much thought to other options."

"But, what do you think about it?" Sam asked him. "For me, not you."

"Well, you could get the extra education since its free," Drew weighed the options. "Then again, if you don't want to work as an attorney, and you know that you won't change your mind, it would be a waste of time." Drew paused. "I guess the important thing is what you think, Sam. It's your life."

"That's about what Dean said, too," Sam said as he stirred supper.

"Then you have some thinking to do," Dean told him. "Make sure you have all the facts so you can do a job you'd like to do."

Sam nodded, deep in thought.

***

"Good meal, Sam," Dean leaned back in his chair and patted his belly.

"Thanks, Dean."

"It was almost like home," Drew said sweetly, just to tease Sam.

"At least it was homemade," Sam informed him. "It's better than you'd get at the mess hall at school."

"Damn right," Drew said. "I never knew you could cook."

"You never asked," Sam started to clear the table and Dean stopped him.

"You two study," he ordered. "I can do this."

Neither of them argued. They took their books and papers to the study.

Dean sat on the couch and turned on the TV. He thought it was good that Sam had told Drew about them. It took some stress off Sam. Drew was one of the only friends Sam had at school.

***

"Dean does dishes?" Drew asked.

"Yep." Sam replied. "It's his house, too."

Drew was quiet for a moment. "I like your house. It's very simple."

"It's called lack of furniture," Sam laughed. "We bought what we could afford and then only the necessities."

They reviewed their notes and quizzed each other. They felt good about their test the next day when Dean opened the door to the study.

"You need something to drink?" Dean asked.

"I'd like a soda," Sam answered.

"Me, too," Drew looked over his shoulder at Dean. "Thanks."

Dean was quick to come back with the cans. "Great minds need their sugar and caffeine," he claimed as he handed them the drinks.

"Thanks, Dean," Sam glanced up. "We shouldn't be much longer."

"No problem. I plan on staying up for awhile."

"This is just what we need for our second wind," Drew said. "We'll whip through the rest in no time."

"As long as you still retain what you've learned," Dean warned. "Otherwise, being speedy don't mean much."

They went back to the books and Dean went back to the TV.

"I like Drew," Dean told Sam as they laid in bed that night. "How did you get around to telling him about us?""

"He already knew about us," Sam laughed. "Apparently we're not as discrete as we thought we were when you drop me off at school."

"Did Drew have a problem with it?"

"No. He's fine with it as long as I don't try to seduce him."

"Drew thought you'd put the moves on him?" Dean was astonished.

"He was probably just hoping," Sam smiled wickedly. He continued to kiss and nibble his way along Dean's chest. He moved his hand lower so he could stroke Dean at the same time.

"Sammy, you are evil," Dean told him as he arched his back, taking in all the pleasure Sam was giving him.

Dean was shocked when he felt Sam's tongue down by his hand. Sam flicked his tongue across Dean's head while moving his hand on Dean's shaft.

"Sammy. Oh, Sammy," Dean moaned. Sam continued doting on Dean's sensitive area. He lightly fingered Dean's sac as he opened as much as he could to take in Dean's length. Dean reached down and stroked Sam's hair. It was wonderful, even if it was fumbling. It was wonderful because it was Sam. Dean made sure Sam's mouth was clear before coming.

Sam rested his head on Dean's shoulder, proud that he could get such a response out of Dean. After all, it was his first try.

"Thanks, Sammy," Dean kissed him.

"Love you."

"Love you, too," Dean echoed as he moved so that Sam was lying on his back.

Sam knew that Dean wanted to return the favor. "Just your hand, Dean," Sam whispered.

"Why?"

"Just because," Sam turned his head away.

Dean brushed his thumb against Sam's cheek as he gently moved Sam's face toward him. Sam had his eyes closed.

"Look at me, Sammy," Dean's voice was soft and when Sam opened his eyes, he saw Dean's smile. "I'm sorry. Asking why was just reflex for me and wrong on my part. You opened up and told me what you wanted. You know me, Sammy. You always get what you want."

Dean slowly kissed Sam until Sam had begun to relax again. He moved to Sam's ear and whispered, "Thank you for trusting me." He could feel Sam's relief.

Dean placed tender kisses on Sam's neck as his hand reached one of Sam's nipples. His hand, rough from work and calluses, teased it until it stood. Then he moved to the other one. His kisses moved down Sam's neck and lapped at the erect nubs. After wetting them with his tongue, he blew on them and a whimper escaped Sam's luscious lips.

Dean was drawn back to Sam's mouth as he took Sam in hand. As Dean moved his hand in a rhythm, he kissed Sam with an open mouth, exploring it with his tongue and moving it the way he'd like to move it down by his hand one day. Mouths came together, needing each other like the air they breathed.

When Dean knew Sam was close, he whispered tender words of encouragement when he got a chance to speak. Sam's whole body tensed and his heart raced until he found the surrender that left him shuddering in Dean's arms. When the tremors left him, Sam melted into the bed.

They curled up with their bodies pressed together as sleep overcame them. Tomorrow was another work and school day.

Sam and Dean depended on each other and the bond of love. When it came to physically expressing their love, their needs were different.

***

Sam felt Dean’s lips on his and started to open his eyes. It wasn’t very light out. “Dean, it’s too early,” he groaned.

“Your body says different,” Dean informed him. It was then that he felt Dean’s hand on him, slowly moving, and getting the response that Dean wanted.

“You woke up ready to go, didn’t you?” Sam asked.

“Yep. So I decided to wake you up nicely and figured you could help me out afterwards,” Dean grinned. “I love ya, Sammy. The only problem is, I love ya all the time. We’re lucky to get any sleep.”

Sam had to agree. Plus, it was the best way to wake up. It sure beat an alarm clock.

"What do you want for your birthday, Sammy?" Dean asked.

"No Finals," Sam grumbled.

"No can do," Dean replied. "Pick something else."

"I don't know, Dean. Can we talk about this later?"

"Sure. Just remember it's only a week away."

***

The next week went by in a flurry. Studying, taking more notes, cramming sessions with Drew.

"Thought about your birthday, yet?" Dean asked in the car one morning.

"No time, Dean."

"How about we have Drew over for supper and cake?" Dean suggested.

"That sounds great, Dean," Sam kissed him goodbye before getting out of the car. "I'll check with Drew today."

"Glad you liked my idea," Dean smiled. "You still need to let me know about your gift."

"Later, Dean. Gotta go. Love you."

***

Drew came over with a pile of books and notes. "Happy birthday, Sam. Sucks we have to study, huh?"

"That's what school is all about, isn't it?" Sam sighed. "Dean's making supper so we can hit the books."

They studied as best they could while waiting to hear Dean's yell that supper was ready.

***

"Nice supper, Dean," Sam gave him a peck on the cheek.

"Was that a kiss for the cook?" Dean could be so corny.

"Nope. Just for you," Sam smiled.

"Thanks for having me over," Drew said. "It was great, especially the cake."

"So Drew has a sweet tooth," Dean had to tease Drew. He was in their house so he was fair game.

"They don't have anything that even resembles cake in the cafeteria." Drew told him. "Helping Sam celebrate his birthday was nice, too. The big two-three Sam. How old do you feel?"

"Just one day older than yesterday," Sam reasoned. "Besides, Dean will always be older than me, so that helps."

"You're not supposed to bring that up, Sammy," Dean warned. "You just like more mature men."

"No. Just you," Sam smiled again.

"We're the perfect couple. Did you know that, Drew? Sam keeps me young and we have the benefits of me being older and wiser. Good arrangement, don't you think?"

Drew turned red at getting put on the spot. "Yeah. Sure."

Dean looked at Sam. "So we'll have to find Drew a nice young thing because he's pretty wise, don't ya think?"

Sam just laughed at the look on Drew's face. "It's okay, Drew. We're only joking."

"I'm not," Dean interrupted. "'Drew needs a woman to help while away those cold winter nights."

"We're in California," Sam reminded him.

"Don't interrupt me, Sammy," Dean turned back to Drew. "Wouldn't you like a girlfriend?"

"Yeah," Drew replied slowly. "But that takes time and all my time is spent in school or studying right now."

"Okay. A one-nighter then," Dean just couldn't be stopped. "Those aren't too time consuming. All you have to do is--"

"Dean." Sam interrupted. "I don't think Drew is interested."

"Girls were the objects of my affection until I met Sam here and the time was just right."

"Dean," Sam tried again.

"Okay, Sammy. I'll quit. But, Drew, you just call me if you need some pointers or big brotherly advice."

"Sure. Thanks, Dean."

"No problem."

***

Sam came from the shower into the bedroom. Dean was sitting on the bed with a package in hand. The only light in the room was the nightstand lamp. "Happy birthday, Sammy," Dean slipped off the bed and met Sam halfway to the bed. He gave Sam the package and said, "You never got back to me about the present, so you left me to my own ideas."

"I'm sorry, Dean. I've just been so busy with school," Sam felt like he'd been neglecting Dean lately.

"Open it."

Sam opened the paper to find a pair of silk boxers.

"I wanted you to feel like the confident, sexy man that you are," Dean told him. "Let me help you put them on."

Sam handed them over and looked at the lamp nervously. He really wanted to be more relaxed, and it was just Dean.

Dean knelt down as he slid Sam's cotton boxers from his hips. As he pulled them to the floor, he rested his cheek in the hollow of Sam's hip. He was breathing on a part he was forbidden to touch with his lips.

"May I, Sammy?" his voice was cracking as he looked at up at Sam. Dean was so close to what he wanted.

Just Dean's breath over Sam felt so good. Sam almost didn't hear Dean's question because of gentle puffs of air sweeping across his sensitive skin.

"Yes," Sam's voice came out in a croak as another barrier between them broke down.

"I love you, Sammy," Dean said softly before starting to stroke him with his mouth. Dean had waited so long to show Sam how deeply he loved him--all of him.

Sam started to moan and Dean realized they were in the middle of the room. Dean removed his mouth from Sam to say, "Take a few steps back, Sammy. Lie down so you don't fall down."

"Dean--" Sam had started to think the moment Dean's lips had abandoned him.

"Not now, Sammy. Don't go analyzing on me. Just move back and enjoy this."

Sam's legs hit the bed and he laid back with his knees at the end of the bed and his feet on the floor.

"Do you know how you look right now?" Dean was kneeling at the end of the bed. "I am officially the luckiest man alive." Dean smiled and Sam smiled back. Dean moved his lips down over Sam but kept his eyes on Sam's. He smiled wickedly at Sam with his full mouth. He moved his hands to help stroke, touch and apply pressure to make Sam fall apart.

"Oh, Dean," Sam's breathing was ragged. Instinctively, he tried to bring his hips up to meet Dean, but Dean had a forearm across him that held his hips down. Sam's eyes squeezed shut. Dean could see him struggling so he gently rubbed circles on one of Sam's hips to let him know that it was okay. Dean removed his lips just as Sam exploded and shook.

"That's my Sammy," Dean said softly, proudly as he wiped Sam off with his cotton boxers. Dean set the silk boxers aside. Sam could wear them another night.

"How are you doing, Sammy?" Dean asked.

"Thirsty," Sam's face was flushed.

"I'll go get you some water if you'll move up so your head is on the pillow."

Sam nodded.

Dean came back with a drink for Sam and a washcloth to clean him better.

"Oh, Dean," Sam sighed.

"You enjoyed yourself?"

Sam nodded and then thought that Dean meant he wanted Sam to reciprocate. He sat up quickly, ashamed that he could have been so selfish, relaxing in the afterglow while Dean waited for his turn.

"Lie back," Dean told him. "I'm taking care of you tonight."

When Dean had settled into the crook of Sam's arm, he noticed that the light was still on. He rolled to his side and shut it off. "I forgot about the light, Sammy. Were you alright with it?"

"I told myself it was just you," Sam replied. "Was this your plan for the night?"

"No," Dean said simply. "I meant to just help you into your new boxers. I guess I got distracted along the way."

Sam laughed, "Distracted. So that's what you call it."

Dean smiled. "It's been said that I'm easily distracted."

"I like that about you," Sam ran his fingers through Dean's hair. "Thanks for an awesome birthday."

"Even the, you know?"

"You knew I was ready before I did. You didn't pressure me or anything like that. You gave me the chance to grow in that direction. You knew I'd take it when I was ready. Why didn't you want me to return the favor?"

"It's not about who gets more or less of something, Sammy. Love is give and take. It doesn't mean keeping score. Just loving each other, however and whenever we do, is the important part."

John came back from a hunt.

"Johnny Boy?" Bobby called from the living room. "How did it go?"

"Successful. Dirty."

"Sounds about right," Bobby laughed. "Have you eaten?"

"Nope. I think I need to hop in the shower first," John set his bags down in the living room and gave Bobby a peck on the cheek. "Did I miss anything?"

"Sam's birthday was yesterday," Bobby told him. "I called and wished him a happy birthday. I told him that you were on a hunt and would call when you got home."

"Thanks, Bobby," John called from the other room as he started his shower.

***

"Hey, Sam. Happy belated birthday," John felt awful for forgetting it. His memory wasn't what it used to be.

"Thanks, Dad. How was your hunt?"

"Usual. What did you do for your birthday?"

"Dean made a cake and supper. I had Drew over. We studied for finals and had a little celebration."

"That sounds nice. Does Dean mind working at the garage?"

"He seems to like it," Sam replied. "He's not here right now or I'd have him answer your question himself. Did you need to talk to him?"

"No. Just called to see how your birthday went."

John closed his phone and grabbed Bobby as he walked by. He pulled him down onto his lap. "I sure have missed you."

"That's nice to hear," Bobby replied as he put an arm around John's neck. "I missed you, too."

John gave Bobby a look that he knew all too well. Bobby placed a hand on John's newly-shaven cheek, slowly moved his lips closer to John's and kissed him, longingly. John tried to speed up their motions but Bobby kept his slow. John relaxed and let Bobby set the pace.

***

Dean came home from work tired and greasy. "How was your day, Sammy? Mine sucked."

"What went wrong?" Dean hardly ever had a bad day.

"Got stuck with a car that wouldn't obey the rules."

"What rules?"

"My rules, Sammy. It was just impossible and frustrated me to no end. I wanted to start kicking it."

Sam laughed a little. "How's the car?"

"Another mechanic swapped me with hell car of the day. I fixed that one easily enough. Just ticks me off that the other car got the best of me."

"Well, this will make it better," Sam smiled. "It's Thursday night."

"Yeah," Dean looked around the kitchen. "Where's Drew?"

"He's not here. I thought I could take a break from studying and we could make some popcorn and watch TV."

"That really doesn't do much to make my day better, Sammy," Dean could be so grouchy.

"I bought real butter to put on it, and I thought we could share a bowl," Sam gave Dean a smirk.

"Okay, okay," Dean smiled. "You've made my day better. Where's the popcorn?"

***

"Sammy, school is almost over. Then what are you going to do?" Dean asked Sam when he walked out of the bathroom.

"Summer classes," Sam told him. "I want to just do the two years of law school and take summer classes to cut it shorter."

"You hating school?"

"No, I'm just getting tired of being a student. I'm ready for the next phase of my life." Sam slid into bed. "I love the silk boxers, by the way."

Dean turned out the light and he and Sam settled together in the middle of their bed.

"What do you mean 'next phase of your life', Sammy?" Dean asked after he had thought about it for awhile.

"Having a real job, for one thing," Sam rolled on his side so he could see Dean's face. He lazily ran his fingers over Dean's chest. "And, I don't know . . . other things." Sam was no longer looking at Dean.

"What other things?"

Sam's face screwed up as he tried to think of how to bring it up. "Remember the girl that hurt you?"

"Yeah, she killed our baby, how could I ever forget that?"

"Do you want kids, Dean?"

Dean looked at him, puzzled. Sam's question was so heartfelt, he didn't want to say the wrong thing. "We don't have the right equipment for babies, Sammy."

"I know," Sam's face turned red. "But, how about adopting?"

"I've never really thought about it."

"You got so angry at that girl, I thought that meant that you wanted kids."

"Sammy, maybe I did want kids. I gave that up when I fell in love with you. I knew that was one thing we couldn't have naturally."

"Will you think about adoption?" Sam asked.

"Why is this coming up now?" Dean was confused.

"I want to get a real job and be able to adopt a baby. I want us to have a family of our own."

"You really want a baby?"

"Yeah," Sam sighed.

"Part of me does, too. I'm just feeling a little selfish here, wanting you all to myself," Dean got a smirk.

"I enjoy having you all to myself, too," Sam smiled. "It's just that sometime in the future when it works out for us, I'd like to adopt."

"Okay, Sammy. That sounds reasonable to me."

"Sam!" Dean yelled through the house. "Get a move on. Bobby and Dad are expecting us."

"I'm almost done," Sam called back as the threw a few more items into his duffel. He had his books for his summer classes to review in the car.

"Finally," Dean said as he saw Sam coming down the hall. "You remember everything?"

"Yep. You?"

"Of course."

They got into the Impala and rolled the windows down. It felt good to be on the road, going to a place that felt like home. Dean had taken a week off work and Sam was on break over the 4th of July.

Sam looked over at Dean and it was like a snapshot of what had made him fall in love with Dean in the first place, many years ago. It wasn't just the way he loosely gripped the wheel, how he looked in his sunglasses, or how his jeans fit. It was everything that was Dean. He was in his element, his natural habitat, when he was driving the Impala.

Dean was tired but didn't want to admit that to Sam. Sam had asked him what would happen if John found out about their relationship. Dean had given him a line, something meant to calm him and make him think it would all turn out okay. But, Dean knew their dad better than Sam did. He knew how his temper could lash out at a mistake. He was worried about their dad seeing them and somehow being able to tell that their relationship was different.

Sam buried his nose in his books, Dean sang with and tapped away to his favorite bands. Miles passed under the Impala's tires.

***

It was dark when they pulled into Singer Salvage and up to Bobby's house. The lights were on, they'd been waiting up. Sam and Dean grabbed their bags and went inside.

"Hey, boys! Bobby had been refilling his coffee cup so he was the first one to reach them. He gave them both hugs and looked them over. "Well, someone must be able to cook. You haven't lost any weight."

"It's amazing what you can do when you have to," Dean replied.

Bobby laughed. John walked up beside Bobby. "How was your drive?" he hugged each of them.

"You know," Dean replied. "Long drive, not much scenery, tapping away to the tunes. Sammy here studied until it got too dark."

"You takin' summer classes?" Bobby asked.

Sam nodded. "I've decided to go for a different degree. I want to work in the law profession but I don't want to be an attorney."

"Why not?" John asked.

"I don't want the long hours or all the responsibility. It's fine, Dad. I'll be able to find a good job and do what I enjoy."

John didn't know how to reply, so Bobby did, "It's good that you figured out what will make you happy. Go for it."

Sam smiled because what others saw as complicated problems, Bobby saw as simple, straightforward issues.

John and Bobby went back into the living room. Sam and Dean went upstairs to the room they had always shared. They put their bags down and headed back to the kitchen.

"I thought Dad was going to be so pissed at my school decisions," Sam whispered as he poured a cup of coffee.

Dean wrapped his arms around Sam and whispered back, "See everything will fall into place."

Sam turned his face to the side to kiss Dean.

"Boys!" Their dad yelled. "What the hell is going on?"

Sam and Dean jumped at his outburst, spilling hot coffee all over the counter and Sam. Bobby hastily made his way into the kitchen to see what the problem was.

"John, settle down. What's the problem?" Bobby was almost always calm.

"They're screwing each other," John replied. "They are brothers and they are screwing. Do you like having your brother stick it to you, Sam?"

That last sentence just brought too much back. Sam bolted out into the darkness. Dean tried to follow but his dad had a tight grip on his arm. "You're not going anywhere until you explain to me what happened."

Bobby pushed past the two of them and went out in the darkness to find Sam.

***

After Bobby's eyes adjusted to the darkness, he didn't see Sam's lanky form anywhere. He went to the Impala and happened to look inside. Sam was curled up in a ball in the backseat. Bobby opened the door and the Impala screamed with the effort it took to get it open. Sam's head shot up and he clamored as if he could get further away even though he was pressed against the door.

"It's just me. Bobby." Bobby saw the spooked look in Sam's eyes and he didn't know why it was there. He'd expected to find him pissed off or that he'd taken the car to drive and cool off. He didn't expect to find Sam curled up, spooked and in tears. "You dad will cool off eventually."

Sam didn't have a response.

Bobby sat on the edge of the seat, not wanting Sam to dash out the other door. "What are you thinking, Sam?"

Sam glanced up at him and then back down. "N-N-Nothing." It was hard for him to get the words out.

Bobby shut the door and scooted a little further in. "I can see that you're hurting. Can I help?"

"No one can help."

"Is it okay if I give you a hug?" Bobby felt odd asking when he'd just given Sam one less than an hour before without having to ask.

Sam's brown eyes looked at Bobby, full of tears and pain. Bobby scooted closer and put an arm around Sam. Slowly, Sam moved so that his head rested on Bobby's shoulder. Bobby just held him and tried to comfort him like when he was little. Sam would talk when he was ready. Bobby just had to be listening and catch it the first time because Sam might not repeat the words again.

Sam's tears stopped. "They hurt me. Just like how Dad was talking."

"Dean hurt you?" Bobby knew about their relationship so he just figured that it had hurt when Sam and Dean had relations.

"No. We don't do that. Strangers. All three of them."

Bobby's heart was breaking as he put the pieces together. "Three strangers took turns with you? When?"

"When we went on that hunt before Christmas."

"Were you okay?" Bobby choked out, already knowing that one versus three doesn't equal okay.

"Got all tore up. Don't want to talk about it anymore, Bobby. I'm sorry I made Dad mad. I just want to go back home."

"Shh," Bobby stroked his hair. "You drove all day to get here. Let me help you get bed. I'll run interference

between you boys and your dad. If he doesn't settle down, I'll get you both out of here without having to see him. You can't drive straight through again. Come on, Sammy."

Bobby had an arm around Sam, who was wrapped in a blanket even in the lingering heat. They went in the back door and could hear Dean and John yelling, but didn't pay any attention to the words. As they worked their way upstairs, Sam whispered, "I'm so embarrassed."

"Why? Your dad's the one who made an ass out of himself."

"About--the--other."

"What happened had nothing to do with you, Sammy. You have absolutely nothing to be embarrassed about."

Bobby grabbed their bags from their usual room and moved them into what used to be their dad's. "Where's Dad going to sleep?"

" You let me worry about that. Just sit here on the bed and I'll get some fresh towels and Dean. He can help you with a shower if you still feel shaky." Bobby left and came back in with the towels. "Sammy," Bobby's voice cracked. "I would do anything to make it go away. You could have told me when it happened. You didn't need to have the burden of hiding it."

"I don't want anyone to know."

"I should tell your dad," Bobby told him. "Even if you don't speak to him before you leave here, he still cares about you. He loves you boys and he deserves to know. He might not have made that last comment if he had known."

"I don't want him to think less of me."

"Sam, your dad can't be preaching to you about not being involved with Dean. After all, he and I are in a relationship. Your guys' is a little different with being brothers, but you have been taking care of and watching out for each other all your lives. I'm glad you're happy."

"You and Dad?"

"Life is a strange thing, Sammy. Full of twists and turns. Can I tell John why you ran?"

Sam nodded. "But he isn't allowed to talk to me about it."

"Fair enough. I'll go get Dean,"