Date: Tue, 29 Nov 2005 08:49:40 -0800
From: Miss Meehan <lilliluthor@hotmail.com>
Subject: Steam Showers and Not Gay Brothers

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Steam Showers and Not Gay Brothers

Things just kept getting weirder and weirder for Sam. Every since he found
out how Dean really makes a living, the images of what he saw in that alley
that night continued to plague him. It was bad enough having unwholesome
thoughts about your own brother but it seemed the entire town was in on it.

Twice since they'd entered the open house, they were mistaken for a
couple. To make matters worst, Dean played along. He called Sam honey and
gave him a playful pat on his butt that sent a bolt of lightning straight
to Sam's groin. On the drive back home, Dean opted to stay in one of the
abandoned houses up for sale. Despite Sam's protests about squatting, Dean
insisted saying he wanted to try one of the steam showers.

Sam busied himself arranging blankets and pillows stolen from previous
motel stays, while Dean stripped in front of him. Sam tried to look
everywhere but up as his older brother bent over sifting through his
backpack for mini soaps also lifted from previous motel stays. Mercifully
the older Winchester found what he was looking for and headed for highly
touted shower.

Sam ventured a peak as his brother padded across the hardwood floor towards
the bath. A small appreciative smile broke out across the younger
Winchester's lips as he watched the taut cheeks of his brother vanish down
the hall.

Dean in the steam shower was just one more place Sam didn't need his mind
to go and yet twenty minutes into his brother's never-ending shower, that's
exactly what it was doing. Not keeping a look out for local police who
might spot their car parked outside one of the newly constructed homes they
were squatting in, not trying to figure out what kind of a demon they were
facing now. No, Sam kept glancing at the bathroom door as if he had x-ray
vision imagining Dean naked and lathered up in a steamy shower stall.

The younger Winchester's mind flashed to his brother's favorite movie
Dressed to Kill and the sexy shower scene with Angie Dickinson. He wondered
if his older brother would mind if he snuck in and joined him. Hell,
knowing Dean as well as he did, the marathon shower was probably an
elaborately engraved invitation.

Both boys knew there was something between them; they just hadn't bothered
to define it yet. The closeness was always there but when Sam had hit
puberty it had evolved to something else. Slipping into Dean's bed late at
night when dad was asleep, Dean would wrap a protective arm around him and
snuggle close. Quick morning and goodnight pecks on the lips, all part of
their relationship.

Sam remembered when he left for college, how Dean had leaned in for a
goodbye kiss and he had flinched away. The hurt he had seen in his
brother's eyes still lingered there today. An invisible barrier had entered
the intimate space they used to share. Even now Sam was aware of how
self-conscious Dean was whenever they were in close proximity. And for all
of his swagger, Sam knew Dean was just as unsure about their relationship
as Sam was, careful not to invade his younger brother's personal space and
risk rejection again.

As Sam moved closer to the door he wondered if Dean would use an invasion
of his privacy to reject him. It was clear to Sam if they were going to be
close again, he would have to make the next move. After all, Dean had taken
the first step by coming back for him. Sam often wondered if Dad was really
missing at all, if this was Dean's bizarre way of reconciling with him.

Getting up his nerve, Sam rummaged through his duffle bag and fished out a
tube of toothpaste and a tooth brush, stripped of his shirt and headed for
the door under the guise of wanting to brush his teeth. The door was
unlocked. That was a good sign. He was just about to step over the
threshold when the police scanner broke his concentration.

"Fuck," he blurted out as he heard the call come in about another death.

"Sammy?" Dean called out slightly startled.

"Yeah, who else would it be?"

"Something I can do for you?" Dean laughed.

"There's been another death. I heard it on the police scanner."

Sam slipped on his discarded tee before his brother emerged from the
bathroom. It was another minute or so before Dean poked his head out of the
door. Sam wanted to smile at the stupid towel wrapped like a turban on his
head and leer at the amazing physique hid only by a towel. Instead he
growled at his brother to move his ass, the word pretty nearly slipped out
but didn't. On the drive to the site of the latest in a string of deaths
Sam's mind kept going back to earlier that afternoon.

"All right, what's eating you now," Dean said glancing at his brother
before focusing his attention back on the road.

"You think it's funny that they thought we were gay?" Sam asked.

"Who? Oh, the realtors," Dean smiled. "Did it bother you?"

"Well yeah," Sam nodded emphatically. "You're my brother."

"But they didn't know that. They just saw two hot guys house hunting
together. Besides," Dean continued with a wry smile, "I'd be proud to have
a good looking kid like you as my lover."

"You're so superficial," Sam huffed.

"And you could do worst than having a guy like me for yours," Dean stated
with pride.

"Unlike you, looks aren't everything to me," Sam spat out.

Dean turned to face his brother. "So you do think I'm attractive," Dean
smirked.

"I...I didn't say that. Keep your eyes on the road," Sam protested. He
hated when Dean baited him like that.

"Then you think I'm a hideous freak."

Sam slowly glanced over every inch of his brother before answering.

"I wouldn't say you were hideous either," Sam answered blushing slightly.

"So if you were gay and I asked you out you'd say..."

"If I was gay and we weren't brothers?" Sam couldn't believe how far off
track the conversation had gotten.

Dean was smiling and giving his brother sideways glances. "Absolutely, if
you were gay and we weren't brothers."

"I'd say yes," Sam conceded, "If you weren't my brother," Sam added for
good measure.

"And if you weren't my brother, I'd ask you out." Dean nodded as if that
settled the matter.

"But we are brothers," Sam felt compelled to add.

"That we are," Dean chuckled.

"And we're not attracted to each other."

"If you say so."

"I do say so."

"Fine," Dean said.

"Fine," Sam replied.

"But you would be if we weren't brothers."

Sam was about to respond but thought better of it. Instead he stared out
the passenger side window and pondered the possibilities of not being
Dean's brother.