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The lights are blinding and the first thing he notices as he opens his eyes. He sits up from leaning against the window and ignores the cramp in his neck as he turns to look over at Dean. The look on Sam's face makes it obvious that his brain has caught up to where they are and the annoyance he feels over this.
But Dean has that damn stupid look on his face. He is grinning before he even glances over at Sam.
"Oh come on, Sammy. We took care of those vamps, now we can have a little fun for once."
Dean is always looking for something to call fun. Sam's annoyance falls from his face and he shakes his head in amazement. He knows it's true. He looks around them to see what they are passing as they go down the street and he gives in. At least they are done with the hunt. That makes it more forgivable.
"Best part is, not only are we going to have fun, but I can hustle some poker money out of this."
"Remember the last time you played poker?" Sam says tossing Dean an amused glance before his eyes go back to scanning the buildings that are all lit up.
"Remember the last time you were in Vegas?"
Hit him were it hurts, "how was that sexless marriage, Sam?"
"Oh shut up," Sam just shudders at the thought and slumps his shoulders. He'll be careful to not run into some crazy, witch working fan girl this time. Besides, going to Vegas was sort of a tradition to them. They just haven't been here since that thing with Becky and Sam decides maybe he can get past that and actually have fun.
"I think you forgot how to enjoy yourself."
Another glare from Sam and Dean is laughing. "Seriously?"
Dean never says things like that without being serious so as Sam walks into the first casino with Dean his brother is already ushering him to the bar for a drink. 'To help him loosen up' as Dean put it.
Sam needs it. Out of all the times they played pretend and said they were FBI or something else, it never really felt wrong to lie like that, but Sam really doesn't think he fits in too well with this scene. Maybe it's because he really has forgotten how to have fun while everyone else around him is.
This calls for another drink and he watches as Dean saunters off before downing his first and getting a second.
By the time Sam runs across Dean again he's clumsy and most likely making people nervous because there's nothing quite like having a tree of a man stumbling around.
Some how Dean has managed to actually hustle his way around the place without losing his youth or something and has a bucket of coins to cash in later. He's grinning like an idiot and when he notices Sam is drunk his eyes go wide in amusement.
"Dude, did you stay at the bar this whole time?"
"Uh, well..." Sam pauses to think for a minute and looks like he's about to topple over before Dean reaches up and places his hand on Sam's shoulder.
"I had to look for the restroom and that took a lot of time...?" Sam at least has half of his mind left and he realizes that he spent a ridiculous amount of time drinking. Maybe he should regret that? It wasn't like that was all he did because he remembers having a few conversations with some of the other people drinking. He knows for sure he had talked to some pretty brunette back there too before she wondered off.
He frowns and shakes his head in disappointment at himself, "I'm drunk."
"No, you're sloshed. What the hell, Sammy? When I said have fun I didn't mean drink yourself to oblivion."
Dean had a few drinks himself, but he can handle his liquor. He was tipsy, sure, but not falling over drunk. "How many did you have, anyway?"
"Four?" He thinks. He didn't have enough money on him to get more than that. Those drinks at the bar are very expensive.
Dean rolls his eyes and that makes Sam feel bad for even finding Dean because this means that the roll of big brother is about to come in (which means Dean has to leave his own fun.)
"Come on, we're going back to the room," Dean pulls Sam by the shoulder, but loses his grip when Sam jerks away.
"No, Dean. I'm fine. You don't have to watch over me, you know."
Dean's face twist into a stern look that means Sam can't argue with him, "yes, I do. As long as you act like a child. Which you are, by the way."
"Dean... I said I'm fine." Though the room is spinning and he really wants to sit down.
"I said we are going back to the room! Now."
And oh god, there are people staring at them now. Sam knows those looks because they get them often. It's not one of, we know you are brothers and he's looking out for you. It's one that says, there's some domestic fight happening between a gay couple.
So his reaction is to giggle. He actually giggles and it leaves Dean looking at him with the widest eyes ever. Sam looks back at him and wonders why he couldn't be blessed with those beautiful greens.
He's lost in them which means he's lost the argument as well.
After the uncomfortable stare down on Dean's part they get back to the room.
The oldest Winchester still hasn't forgotten that way Sam had looked at him. No one should really look that hard at their brother in such amazement. It was more uncomfortable than Cas. Especially since Dean has grown more comfortable with that stare, but Sam's, no.
Dean hears Sam shuffling around in the bathroom and decides to take the chance to snag a drink from the mini fridge without Sam wanting one as well.
The room is high-end. Dean made sure they were going to go all out with this 'vacation'. It is okay, especially since he has enough money from hustling and a few fair games for the room plus a little extra for a couple of weeks on the road. It did mean they only got one bed though.
But it's a king and it's so soft, Dean finds this out as he lays back on it, careful to not spill his drink, and practically drowns in the down comforter. He gives a very pleased sigh and hopes he can sleep tonight. He's so comfortable that he almost forgets Sam.
"You okay in there, Sam?" he calls and looks towards the door.
His brother comes out and his face is damp. Dean can tell that Sam has been trying to clear his head some. He doesn't think it works considering Sam stumbles a bit before coming to sit at the edge of the bed.
"Yeah," he mumbles and rubs at his head. Dean isn't sure if Sam is just regretting his decision or if he's miserable from too much alcohol, but either way it serves him right. Dean thinks this at first, wanting to make the sly comment, but then he feels bad because they are supposed to be having fun.
Sam glances over his shoulder when he feels Dean scooting to the edge of the bed with him and the warm hand that is placed on his back. He smiles weakly, "sorry if I ruined your fun."
"Na. It's kind of funny seeing you drunk. Just don't turn into a serious and angsty drunk, okay? I need that fun you."
Sam nods. He tries to lighten his mood, but he's not all that certain what he's feeling now.
"It'll be better if we were both on the same level," Dean chuckles before he gulps down the rest of his drink. He places the bottle on the floor by his feet to get it out of the way and avoid getting up. He knows he isn't getting on Sam's level though, but at least he feels the warmth of alcohol in him.
"Man, I wish we always were."
Dean senses Sam staying on the serious side and frowns, "okay, Sam. Let's play a game or something?"
"No, I mean it Dean," and here comes the drunk babble, "we don't always see eye to eye. It's so frustrating and I wish I didn't have a reason to argue half the time-"
"Sam."
"Let me finish. Dean, you are the most important person to me. I mean that. I left Amelia for you, man. I left my normal life. And I am sorry I didn't look for you-"
"Sammy, shut up. Okay? We're good. Don't make me change my mind."
"But..."
"You're going to piss me off."
And that ends it. Sam glances away and huffs out a breath before he turns his head back to fully look at Dean.
Dean sees that look again. The one that made him uncomfortable before. It's like Sam is trying to see something that humans just can't so it's getting him nowhere. It pains Dean because it reminds him of what he has lost.
At least he's gained Sam. Broken as his brother may be. Still, he doesn't turn away from the look this time. Dean is convinced he's had too much alcohol now. He had a few drinks while he was playing poker and black jack and whatever else he found so he's had maybe six and while that didn't do him in he's feeling light headed and reckless.
He knows he's being really stupid when he leans in closer to Sam and it gets worse when Sam leans in as well. Then their lips are touching. It's soft and not needy like the ache Dean has in his soul is.
This isn't brotherly at all, but it also isn't full of lust and demands either. Not until Dean's aching soul and need pushes it's way up and he needs to feel something physical so he groans between their lips and presses harder. He moves his hand up and fingers tangle into Sam's hair, yanking him closer.
He allows himself to be pressed into the bed as Sam leans over him. Sam takes that need and makes it a part of himself and their mouths both open to let the growl that is barely heard in their ears come between them. Neither of them are sure who made that noise, but it doesn't even matter by this point.
Sam pulls away and he watches as Dean's eyes open. He knows the emptiness Dean feels. Knows that someone needs to make it right and Sam is all Dean has left to do that. So he takes it upon himself to make it his duty.
Dean moves. He's sitting up and pulling of his shirt, tossing it to the side and then he moves to be on the bed right. His head laying back on pillows too soft and Sam is memorized at the simple things he has seen before, but sees differently now.
Dean's hands go to his belt and unhooks it before going to do the same to his jeans. Then he's lifting his hips and pushing all of his clothing away.
They had kicked their shoes off upon entering the room so their is no hassle there, but Sam's lips quirk up into a smile when Dean is left in nothing but his socks.
"Oh come on man, it's supposed to be sexy and you look like you're trying to not bust a gut." He realizes he's telling his brother that he wants to be sexy for him, but this situation has already gotten out of hand and when is he not horny? He hasn't gotten any since before Purgatory. That's like, almost two years!
He expects Sam to laugh, but he doesn't.
"You are," and he sounds like he means it drunk or sober. Then he cracks a grin. He doesn't laugh, but he is amused, "you look silly with just socks and a raging boner."
Dean glares at Sam and sits up, tugging off both his socks and tosses them.
"What are you waiting for? Ride 'em cowboy."
Sam pauses from making any other move as he looks at Dean with disbelief. Leave it to Dean to say something so incredibly lame. He always does no matter the situation.
He rolls his eyes when Dean grins back at him and gestures towards his dick as if expecting it to happen. Right. Fucking. Now.
The first thing Sam does after that is remove his socks. He doesn't want to look like an ass like Dean did. He strips the rest of his clothes, the whole time Dean watches so closely and still grinning his stupid grin.
When Sam is naked he crawls up the bed, ends up next to Dean in two movements. He's clumsy still, the allure of sex not helping him keep grace. Instead he topples slightly and an elbow goes into Dean's rib as Sam tries to right himself to lean over Dean from where he sits sideways, on the bed and facing him.
Dean groans in pain and rubs at his rib, "dammit, be careful." He doesn't stay angry because he can't with Sam leaning forward and pressing a hesitant kiss to Dean's chest and then to the spot he hurt.
When Sam leans back up and away from Dean's skin his eyes scan his brother, "ride what now?"
"Me," Dean's breath is caught in his throat as Sam leans closer, their lips barely brushing. He feels the soft breath as Sam chuckles.
Dean can tell one of the things Sam did in the bathroom was brush his teeth. The smell of mint is much more exciting than alcohol and his own breath. Sam doesn't seem to mind though.
"I'm too big, jerk. That would be awkward."
"Then get on your hands and knees like the bitch you are."
Dean feels another chuckle against his lips and this time Sam presses a little more and their lips move together slowly before Sam pulls back again.
"Yeah, whatever," this time he's too far away and Dean wants to attempt to pull him back, but stops as Sam's fingers move slowly over his abdomen, right between his belly button and his dick. Dean's hips move with the touch, begging Sam silently to go lower. He likes being teased before the big finish though so he doesn't say a thing out loud.
Dean's body is so hyper sensitive after so long of not even being able to keep it up. And he's not laughing about that. Purgatory does some things to a person like PTSD along with it's shitty side effects. Here he is though and his body is reacting so well to Sam. To the idea of what Sam can do to him. To the idea of someone strong and demanding having him.
He is already leaking precum and Sam's fingers move to it, rubbing the fluid to his palm. It makes it so easy when he finally wraps his hand around Dean's length. It's slick and Sam takes advantage of that.
Dean isn't even sure if Sam is hard anymore so he moves his eyes from Sam's hand working over him and to where his brother's crotch is right there in such close distance to where his own hand is balled into the comforter.
He moves his hand, trails it over Sam's thigh. A light feather touch that has Sam squirming and his hand slipping away from Dean's dick a couple of times until he makes himself stay against the touch. Dean's hand finally gets there. He finds that Sam is indeed hard, just a little less wet. He plans to change that and wraps his hand around a stiff length, jerks his hand in time with Sam's.
Sam lets out the most amazing sound Dean has ever heard from his little brother. He realizes that he's not all that quiet himself, but he's never been ashamed of making noise during sex. Sam doesn't seem so comfortable with it though and is biting down on his lips, eyes screwed tightly shut. So Dean picks up his own voice. He makes it obvious he is making noise and isn't ashamed so why should Sam be.
When Sam hears Dean he opens his eyes and looks down at him and he loves the sound and the absolute bliss on Dean's face.
"That's right, baby boy. You keep your eyes open."
Sam doesn't even look at Dean wrong for calling him that. He's too far gone and it might just aid him in getting further trapped.
Dean cums first. He kind of expected it. At least he didn't flag anytime during it like he had when he tried to touch himself before.
His breath is shaky now and he wants to stay still, enjoy the feeling that lingered from his orgasm, but Sam is priority. He moves his hand faster, feels Sam's hips jerking into his movements and becoming frantic.
Sam's hand was still wrapped around him and he feels it release, but fingers still brushing against him. He can tell Sam is closer and closer, especially as he feels the brush of Sam's fingers curling and uncurling into the sticky mess left by Dean.
It's over soon and Dean pumps through the aftershocks of Sam's release. His brother gasp, body shaking, not being able to handle the touch. Dean doesn't let go. He doesn't let go until Sam starts to move away from his hand.
Sam's legs are cramped from having them folded under him through the entire thing. He moves to lay down and can feel the blood trying to flow more freely in them. His mind is swimming. Alcohol and post orgasm was a hell of a combination.
He hears Dean chuckle next to him and turns his head. Their eyes catch and Dean lifts his hand, tongue lapping over the mess on it. He only cringes slightly at first contact to tongue, but he cleans it all off of his hand.
"Dean..." Sam doesn't know what to say so his words fall short and Dean notices so picks up on conversation.
"You know how awkward it is to jack a guy off with your left hand? And from this angle?"
Sam lets out a breathy laugh and shakes his head, "can't say that I do."
"Well I can. Now." Dean smiles before closing his eyes and wishes he was more full on alcohol because what the hell explains his actions? He is only a little drunk, but he has a clear head. Kind of. He isn't going to let himself ruin the mood though. He likes the after glow of what they did.
"Can..." Sam pauses until Dean is looking at him again, "I would still like to know how that riding thing works." He means it as he wants to do that at that moment.
Dean shakes his head, gives a playful smile and then decides maybe he can tell Sam how he just couldn't, "you're lucky I was even able to get it up for you. I... It just hasn't been right since," he doesn't finish, but Sam understands.
He doesn't push and he isn't even hard to need more. It would have been nice and his stamina could handle more, but he gets what Dean means.
They both drift off shortly after talking and comfortable with the after bliss.