Date: Mon, 21 May 2007 18:59:49 -0700 (PDT)
From: Ryan Erickson <rerickson1983@yahoo.com>
Subject: Fraternal - Chapter 2

Disclaimer: I own absolutely nothing regarding One Tree Hill, Supernatural
or anything to do with the shows or the actors...much to my dismay.  I only
own the seasons on DVD.  One Tree Hill and its characters are owned and
copyrighted by Tollin/Robbins Productions and Warner Bros. Television.
Kripke and company own Supernatural.

Sequel to Playing for Keeps. Immediately following the events of PFK, Lucas
and Nathan end up joining Dean and Sam's crusade to hunt the supernatural.
But what happens when something unexpected falls upon the boys. MM Slash,
Lathan, Wincest, & Mpreg.

Chapter 2

The sound of his cell phone ringing woke Nathan. Dean was the first one to
it, checking the number. It read `mom'. He handed the phone to Nathan and
watched the disoriented teen as he answered.

"Hello," he answered hoarsely.

Lucas was just beginning to stir. He vaguely heard the sound of his brother
talking in clipped sentences. He sat up placing a hand on his brother's
thigh and watching the strained expression on his face. When he clicked off
the phone he looked up at Dean and then over to Sam.

"The police contacted my mom about our dad. They told her he'd been mauled
by a bear. She's planning the funeral is at the end of the week. I need to
be there for her."

"Where's there?" Dean asked.

"Tree Hill. Look, I want to thank you guys for looking after us but we've
got to go back." Lucas squeezed Nathan's hand.

"When will you leave?" Sam asked.

"Later today I guess."

"We'll go with you," Dean volunteered to the surprise of all three men.

"Why don't you two have some breakfast," Sam smiled. "Dean and I need to do
some things."

The Winchesters walked outside. "What do we have to do?" Dean asked.

Sam looked around and then pulled Dean towards his car. "Tell me you have
the keys."

Dean dangled them in his hand before tossing them to Sam who promptly
headed for the back of the car. Popping the lock, he pushed Dean inside and
climbed in after him. Dean was just about to ask Sam what was up when his
brother's lips crashed into his own and Sam's hand pushed against his chest
until he was flat on his back.

"You're a great big teddy bear," Sam crooned before seizing Dean's lips
again.

Dean wasn't sure what he'd done to earn such treatment and quite frankly he
didn't care. Nor did he care Sam was making out with him in the back seat
of his car in broad daylight.

"Uh, Sammy," Dean managed to gasp out while Sam slipped his hand inside the
waistband of his jeans, "Is this about the going with them thing."

"Mmm hmm," Sam hummed against his now exposed boxer briefs.

"What would you do if I told you after, they could come with us?"

The answer was his cock deep in the back of Sam's throat.

Lucas forced Nathan to eat at least one pancake and half a sausage with a
few mouthfuls of warm coffee.

"I can't tell her," Nathan said after a while. "I can't tell her I was
there."

"You don't have to," Lucas comforted. "It would do her no good and raise
other questions."

"Like why dad was there and why we were there."

Lucas nodded silently. "Does she know about me?"

Nathan furrowed his brow. It took some time for Lucas's question to sink
in.

"About us being brothers?" He finally asked. "I don't think so. Knowing
dad, he probably kept that from everybody."

"Nate, we'll go together. It's going to be alright."

"It's not that. It's how he died. He was so angry. He held a gun to my
head. He threatened to kill you if I didn't go with him. I can't..."

"You can't what?" Lucas asked, voice full of concern.

"I can't understand why I feel like this. He nearly killed me twice and all
I can think of is his screams and how I didn't do anything to save him."

Lucas wished he understood it himself. Personally he was glad Dan was out
of their lives. Of course he'd never say that to Nathan. Part of Nathan
still loved his father, knew him as his father. Lucas supposed he felt
nothing because all he knew of the man was his cruelty. But now wasn't
about him, it was about getting Nathan through this.

He stood and took his brother's hand and led him back to the bed. "Let me
make it better for you."

Lucas laid his brother down gently and straddled him, leaning down to
gently kiss at his knitted brow. He hoped each kiss would take away some of
the pain. He kissed each eyelid and the bridge of Nathan's nose and watched
as the worry lines that clouded his beautiful face disappeared and he began
to relax beneath his brother's touches.

"What if they come back in?" Nathan worried.

"It wouldn't be the first time they caught us like this," Lucas reminded
before silencing further questions with his kisses.

The impala rocked slightly as Sam switched from servicing his brother to
riding him in the cramped back seat. Dean was babbling, making all sorts of
promises Sam knew he probably wouldn't keep. Dean pulled his brother's face
into his hands and reeled him in for a long hot kiss before sliding them
back to the partially clad hips of his brother and holding him in place as
his thrusts became more frantic.

Nathan couldn't feel the pain in his hand or his ribs anymore. All he could
feel was Lucas sliding in and out of him. It was better than any pain
medication he could have taken.

"Thank you," he whispered. Lucas stilled for a moment, puzzled by his
brother's gratitude.

"It's my pleasure," Lucas tried to joke.

"No," Nathan replied, staring up at his brother solemnly. "Thank you for
always being there for me."

For Lucas, those words meant more than any others Nathan may have uttered
when they made love. Lucas groaned and braced his hands on either side of
Nathan's face. His head hung low between his shoulders as his orgasm ripped
through his body. He tried to steady himself to avoid hurting his brother
any further. Nathan stroked Lucas's side and comforted him through the
aftershocks that followed. Lucas eased out of his brother and carefully
positioned himself along the side of his good hand.

Sam collapsed against Dean's shoulder with his brother still buried deep
inside him.

"You need to get some rest," Dean more ordered than suggested.

"I'm not the one who stayed out all night."

"Nothing happened Sammy, I just went for a drive."

Sam pulled back to look at his brother. "I know. I just missed you."

"C'mon, let's see if we can get a few hours of sleep before we head out."

Sam kissed his brother one more time before climbing off of him and
cleaning them both up with the tee shirt he'd taken off. By the time they
got back to the room, Lucas and Nathan were fast asleep. Sam cleaned up the
remains of breakfast while Dean headed for the shower. He pulled the
curtains closed to block out the sunlight and carefully covered the two
brothers. He stripped and joined Dean in the shower. Both Winchesters were
exhausted. They cleaned themselves up, dried off and slipped into bed, Sam
spooned behind Dean. When they woke again, it was late afternoon. Dean felt
Sam's heavy arm resting across his hip. When he looked across at the other
bed he was shocked to find it was empty.