The Brothers Winchester:Book Two-Part Eleven and Epilogue
Sam and Dean laid in each other's arms on the edge of the lake, covered in a fine sheen of sweat and post coital bliss that seemed to dispel any and all discomfort they might have felt neither one seemed in a hurry to get up. Sam felt safe and content in Dean's arms, he had never felt so complete in his life. He clung to Dean's torso afraid he was going to wake up and find out that this had all been a cruel dream and he was still without the one person in the universe he craved.
“You ok?” Dean asked, one of his fingers tracing along the cooling skin of Sam's arm.
Sam nodded as he snuggled closer to his big brother, never wanting this feeling to end. He felt the barest traces of the night chill as the sweat cooled on his body. Their legs intertwined as they rubbed against each other. It was as if they were trying to get closer than they already were, two organisms bereft of each other for two long trying to become one. Dean's voice was barely above a whisper. “Cold?”
Sam was but he didn't want to move, instead he gripped Dean tighter. “Nope.”
Dean laughed as he tried to pull the edge of the blanket over them and failed. There was simply too much Sam on it for there to be any slack. Finally he slapped his brother's muscular ass and said. “Come on, we're gonna die of pneumonia if we stay out here.”
Sam looked up, his voice was meant to be more casual, playful. But instead the levity of the statement was clear as he said. “I don't wanna let go of you.”
Dean's eyes softened, his smile was warm and encompassing, nothing like the normal leer and smirk he wore. He brush a hand through his brother's tangled hair and said. “Then don't. I don't wanna be let go. Ever.”
Sam leaned up and they kissed, the night's chill completely forgotten.
Dean got up slowly, disengaging his arms and legs from Sam's. He raised his arms over his head, stretching his back from spending so much time in the grass. Sam looked up and watched Dean in awe, there was that sense of perfection that tainted Sam's perception whenever he thought of Dean in the flesh. The curves of his body, the lines of his flesh that just made him seem statuesque to Sam. If forced to describe the perfect man it would come out sounding like Dean. If someone was to read his thoughts of what his physical ideal would be, they would see Dean.
“You're beautiful.” Sam said siting up and staring.
Dean looked down and smirked and Sam's heart caught in his chest for a second. He held a hand out to Sam. “Yeah, yeah I'm a looker. Come on.”
Sam took the hand as Dean pulled him up. Dean looked up at Sam and was almost overwhelmed at the man his brother had become. There were times in the past when Dean could not rectify the image of his little brother in his head and the 6 foot four slab of muscle that walked around his house. There was not an inch of Sam that had not developed into a hard, smooth tan expanse of skin covering an abundance of lean muscle that was at the very least impressive. Dean knew that he was an attractive guy, there were no doubts in his mind of where on the scale he fell when it came to looks but looking at Sam was one of the few things Dean ever saw that made him almost envious.
To be that tall, that built, that hung...Dean would cut a swath of sexual destruction through most of Texas that would most likely end with him dying of several thousand STD's. How Sam did not take advantage of looking like Dean would never understand but as Dean moved forward and pulled Sam's nude body into his own, he was happy his brother wasn't like that. Instead this slab of Texas beef was his and his alone and that made something inside of Dean purr with satisfaction as he kissed him warmly.
“So now what?” Sam asked, his eyes making the true meaning of the innocuous question ring clear. It sounded casual, like he was asking if they should get dressed or grab a bite to eat but Dean knew better. He knew how deep those still waters ran in Sam's eyes and the question had nothing to do with eating.
“We tell Chace and see how he takes it.” Dean answered without missing a beat “I'm pretty sure we are not gonna be able to walk down the street holding hands since everyone this side of Dallas knows we're brothers but that don't matter to me.” He looked down and grabbed both of Sam's hands and pulled Sam's chest to his own. “You're mine now.” he said with a grin. “And I'm yours. That is not up for debate any more.”
“You're serious.” Sam said more than ask.
“Deadly.” Dean nodded. “And I think we should move into dad's old room.”
Sam's eyes got wide. “Why?”
Dean smirked. “Because he had a bigger bed.”
Sam barked out a laugh before he could stop himself.
“We share a life now.” Dean said. “We share a bed. Period.”
“Period.” Sam agreed. They kissed again before Dean pushed him off. “Ok get dressed Sasquatch before I end up jumping you again right here.”
“And that's a bad thing how?” Sam asked picking up his jeans.
“Cover that thing.” Dean demanded pointing at Sam's hardening cock.
Sam turned and shook it at Dean before he began to dress. The two of them chuckled as they got dressed, completely and utterly in love.
They had fallen asleep in each others arms after awhile. Jake had warmed to the feeling of Taylor pressed up against him, eventually pulling him tight and closing his eyes himself. After some time Jake opened his eyes and saw Chace sitting a chair in the corner. At first he was shocked because his mind saw the teen as Dean for a moment and he was wondering where in time he was. But the hair was darker, the body a bit wider, his eyes were all Sam. Jake slipped his arm out from under his brother as he sat up.
“You're going to lose him.” Chace said after awhile.
Jake was confused for a moment and then he looked back at Taylor was was asleep, now clutching the pillow. He glanced at Chace who continued. “I don't know what happened with you and Dean but I do know he is never a dick without cause.” Chace leaned forward, locking eyes with Jake. “And he was a dick before you ever set foot in Texas.” Jake felt his mouth go dry at the intensity in the boy's voice. “You know I'm right. And if I had to guess, it was something having to do with sex.”
“Why do you say that.” Jake asked, wondering how much was displayed on his face.
“We're talking about Dean Winchester. It's always about sex.” He said it so deadpanned that Jake had to chuckle for a moment. “It doesn't matter to me.” Chace said talking over the older boy's laughing. “What matters to me is him.” He nodded towards Taylor and they both stared at his dozing form. “He loves you.” Jake looked back to Chace with wide eyes and Chace nodded. “He loves you the same way you love him. And if you keep this shit up you're going to lose him.”
“What shit?” Jake asked, his voice slightly defensive.
“Trying to piss Dean off.” Chace said leaning back in the chair. “You're ordering him around, making decisions for the farm without even talking about it. Trying to fuck Sam.” Jake froze. “It doesn't matter to me why you are doing all this but what I do care about is him. And you're fucking it up.”
Jake looked back at his brother and felt the warmness in his chest soften the anger he felt. “But I don't wanna hurt him...”
“He loves you Jake.” Chace said sternly. “He is in love with you and not just in a brotherly way.” Jake looked back to Chace with desperate eyes. “And I know you feel the same way about him. And all you've done by trying to screw Dean over is push him away.”
“Towards you.” Jake said more than asked. Chace nodded, his face was emotionless but his eyes seemed so sad to Jake. “You like him.”
“I love him.” Chace corrected, his voice thick with emotion. “But he loves you more.”
“How can you tell?” Jake asked.
Chace looked away for a moment. “Trust me, there is no one a little brother loves more than his big brother. It isn't a feeling that diminishes or goes away. He wants you Jake, trust me.”
Jake looked back at Taylor and put a hand on his shoulder, the warmth coming off of him was like a physical reaction. Chace stood up as he touched the younger boy, as he crossed the room to the door Jake asked. “Why are you doing this? You could have had him? He likes you too.”
Chace paused at the door and turned. “Because I want someone who wants me, not someone who wants me because they can't have what they want.”
“You're not like Dean are you?” Jake more said out loud than asked.
Chace gave him a half smile. “No. I'm not.” and he walked out of the door.
“So what are you gonna do about Jake?” Sam asked once they had their clothes on and had gotten into Dean's truck.
“Kill him?” Sam frowned at the answer. “Kill him twice?” Sam's face turned into his look of condemnation that Dean knew all too well. “Torture him and then kill him?”
“I meant about the farm Dean but you know, I went with him willingly.” Sam explained.
“Yeah that's why you were passed out on poppers when I burst in.” Dean looked away, his hands on the wheel.
Sam put one of his hands over Dean's. “And thank you for that. But what about the farm?”
Dean was silent, staring out the driver's side window for a long time before he said. “We don't need him any more.”
Sam thought this was more of Dean's loathing of Jake and it was evident in his tone, “Dean, come on we still need him to help...”
Dean cut him off as he looked back at Sam. “No. We don't. Dad has been using government subsidies the entire time.” Sam's face was full of shock as Dean continued. “Turns out we own more land than we knew and he's been loaning it out for other crops for years.” He looked away in disgust. “This entire time we've been on welfare. So my whole high and mighty speech I gave Jake was for nothing, turns out he was right. That's how we survive, begging for money from the man and hoping it doesn't stop.”
Sam could hear the anger and pain in Dean's voice and flinched at the venom he heard in his brother's voice. He knew how much John meant to his older brother and to find out that this entire time John had been preaching to them about self reliance and independence, he was taking government money on the side. He snaked an arm around Dean's shoulder and pulled him into an embrace that Dean fought for a second and then collapsed into as he began to sob. “It was a lie Sam, the whole fucking thing was a lie!” Sam said nothing as he just held Dean, knowing there were no words to make him feel better, so instead he just hugged him and waited for the pain to pass.
Knowing it never would.
Chace paced his room as his mind screamed at him for being an idiot.
He loved Taylor, that was clear as a bell to him. Letting him go and showing his brother the feelings he had for him, not so clear. He wanted to race downstairs and tell Taylor his brother was asshole. He wanted to beg him to stay, move in here with him, change schools and just...be with him.
But he didn't and his mind did not understand why.
There was a light rapping on the door as it creaked open. Chace turned and saw Taylor peeking in. “Ok to come in?”
Chace nodded, not trusting his mouth at the moment not to blurt out 'I love you please don't go!'
“I heard you.” he said closing the door behind him. “I heard what you said to Jake.”
Chace opened his mouth to explain when Taylor stepped forward and kissed him. They both melted into each other for a moment, all of Chace's worries vanishing in one taste. He felt Taylor pull back and his immediately tried to keep him there but to no avail. He opened his eyes and saw Taylor smiling back.
“Thank you for that.” he said in a tone that was bittersweet at best. “You are a hell of a guy.”
Chace was screaming inside to tell him to stay, to pick him instead of Jake...but instead he said nothing. Taylor grabbed his suitcase. I'm gonna stay down there with him ok?” Chace nodded silently as Taylor walked out and closed the door behind him.
He forced himself not to cry.
Sam and Dean got home a few hours later. The house was dark and they made their way into the house my touch. They paused at kitchen when they heard the unmistakable sound of two men having sex. There was the low, guttural moan combined with the smack of flesh hitting flesh. They looked at each other in shock as Dean;s face dropped to a scowl. “God damnit!” he growled as he paced over to the spare bedroom. “Get off my fucking brother...” Dean screamed as he opened the door.
And found Taylor riding his brothers cock, both boys completely nude.
They froze, Taylor's hair was wet with sweat as Jake held his trim waist, sliding him up and down on his sizable rod. Jake's eyes were wide as they both looked at Dean, who was now red faced and stammered. “Um...sorry...I meant...nevermind.” and he closed the door. Sam stood behind him covering his mouth from bursting out loud in laughter.
“Shut up!” Dean said, his mouth cracking a grin despite himself. They both waked upstairs as the sounds of sex began again behind the door.
Dean paused at Chace's door and rapped on it once. There was no response and he opened the door slowly. Chace was laying on his bed, headphones on his head as music blasted loud enough for Dean to recognize the song from where he stood. The youngest Winchester was wearing only a thin pair of black boxer briefs, his hands behind his head as he seemed to study his ceiling.
Dean took a step in and waved his hands, Chace saw him and pulled the device of his head. Dean opened his mouth to ask if he was ok when he saw the redness in Chace's eyes and the evidence he had been crying. Instead Dean crossed the room and sat on the bed as Chace put his arms around his big brother and began to sob. “I'm alone again.” Chace sputtered out as he buried his face in Dean's chest.
“You're never alone.” Dean said stroking his brother's hair as he tried to comfort him. “You always have us.”
Sam came and sat on the other side of Chace, his arms going around both his brothers. “Never alone Chace.” Sam agreed, the three of them holding each other in sorrow...as they began to heal for the first time since their dad died.
Epilogue
“I'm sorry.” Jake said as him and Taylor stood in front of the airport.
Sam took his cousin's hand and shook it. “No hard feelings.” Sam said, glad that Dean and Chace had not come with him.
“And tell Dean....” Jake began as he struggled for the words. “...tell him I never meant it.”
Sam nodded as he looked at Taylor. “Thanks for helping us out.”
Taylor gave Sam a hug and said in a low voice. “Tell Chace if he never needs to talk, I'm always here.”
Sam patted the boy on the back as he said. “He'll be fine. But I'll tell him.”
The voice over the intercom called the two cousin's flight. “That's us.” Jake said pointing upwards. “Stay in touch Sam.”
“Will do.” Sam said waving. “Safe flight.”
The two of them walked back into the airport and out of their life. As Sam lost sight of them he had to admit, the Winchesters were better off than when they arrived, so maybe they had made a difference. As Sam got into his truck and drove away he wondered briefly. “What we need is a couple of months of just plain boring. Just some time with no more surprises.”
Back at the ranch Dean laid on the couch, Chace was snuggled up against him as they watched a movie on the TV. Chace had been moping around in depression for the past week and now that Taylor was gone, Dean only imagined it was going to get worse before it got better. Dean was letting him get away with this chick flick crap for now, after all your first broken heart is a sonofabitch. He reached over for his beer and picked up an empty can.
“I'm out.” Dean said waving the empty can of Lone Star in front of his little brother's face. “Go grab me a refill or let me get up.”
Chace sighed as he began to move. “I'll go get you one.” he said in a listless tone. He took Dean's empty and tossed it into the trash as he grabbed a fresh one from the fridge. As he turned to head back to the living room he heard a knock on the back door. Putting the beer down he opened the door and found himself face to face with a 6' 2” tall teenager with a solid frame and very handsome face. He had light brown hair and pair of incredibly blue eyes that seemed almost piercing in the afternoon light. It was evident he was built as his curves were visible through the thin cotton shirt he wore. Chace couldn't help but notice the worn jeans that only seemed to accent his hips and what looked like a Dean sized bulge. Chace blinked twice to make sure he wasn't imagining someone this hot standing at his doorway.
After a second he choked out. “Can I help you?” Suddenly his depression seemed far away.
“Yeah I'm looking for John Winchester.” his voice was deep and had a southern drawl that made Chace's cock react.
“Why?” Dean asked from behind Chace before he had a chance to answer.
The boy looked to Dean. “Because I need to talk to him. This his place?” His voice was tired but it was obvious he was more than ready to give Dean back whatever attitude he dished out.
“Yes.” Chace said quickly, knowing that Dean would just take that tone of voice as an invitation for a fight. “And you are?”
The boy sighed as he wiped his brow from the sweltering afternoon heat. “My name is Adam.” he said after a second. “I'm his son.”
Dean and Chace stared in shock as their minds scrambled for something to say.
To be concluded in....
The Brothers Winchester:Book Three.
The Only One