Date: Mon, 9 Jan 2006 09:00:03 -0500
From: Miss Meehan <lilliluthor@hotmail.com>
Subject: Steam Showers - Chapter 3

Warnings and Disclaimers: See Chapter 1


Sam could feel Dean's eyes on him.  The evening had been pleasant enough.
Dean had been the perfect gentleman.  The restaurant was nice and Sam was
sure Jess would have loved the place.  Dean noticed the change in Sam's
mood.

"Thinking about Jesse?" he asked.

Sam just nodded.

"I'm sorry Sammy, maybe this wasn't such a good idea."

"It's fine," Sam said, reaching for his older brother's hand.  "I take back
what I said earlier.  You've got good taste."

"So," Dean broached the subject carefully, "If this was our first official
date would I get another?"

Sam smiled, "Yeah, definitely."

Dean placed his hand on top of his brother's.

"So, your place or mine?"

A genuine snort of laughter escaped Sam's mouth.  "You don't give up do
you?"

Dean was just happy to see the guilt and anguish wash away from his
beautiful brother.

"No, and I have several restraining orders to prove it."

Sam's eyes crinkled at the corners as waves of laughter washed over him.

"Thanks Dean," Sam said earnestly.

"For what?"

"For this.  It was sweet."

"I'm a sweet guy," Dean smiled mischievously.

"And very humble as well."

Both brother's hadn't noticed they were still holding hands until their
waiter came over to inquire if everything was okay.  Dean was about to
snatch his hand back but Sam held it steady.

"We'd like the check," Sam said, staring defiantly at the waiter.

Put off by their public display, their waiter disappeared into a corner and
quickly scribbled out the check.

"I like my dates spunky," Dean quipped.

"He's an asshole and..."

"And?" Dean asked, dipping his head to see his brother's eyes beneath the
bangs that hid them.

"And...I'm not ashamed to be out with you."  Sam raised his chin and gazed
across the table at his brother.

The mood was only broken by their insipid waiter returning with the check.
Dean whipped out one of his phony credit cards and paid the check.  He was
surprised when Sam grasped hold of his hand again as they walked to the
car.

"So continuing with our little baseball metaphor, where do I stand now,"
Dean asked, trying to be nonchalant about the strange turn of events.

"I thinking you're sliding into first base," Sam answered, leaning against
the passenger side door.

"First base.  That would include what?  Petting, kissing....I'm just
curious."

"Maybe some kissing."

"Hmm," Dean nodded.  "Wanna go park up somewhere?"

"We have a room remember?"

"Are you saying..."

"I'm saying this is a small town.  Let's go back to our room where it's
private."

Dean scampered around to the driver's side and quickly slid in.  He was
about to pop in one of his tapes but he thought better of it.  Sam hated
the music he listened to and Dean didn't want to do anything to put Sam out
of the mood.

Nearly twenty minutes later and they were back at their motel room.  Sam
had been quiet the whole ride and Dean was pretty sure whatever was
happening at the restaurant was over now.  He should have insisted on
parking somewhere, he thought.  As the entered, Dean flicked on the light
resigned to cherishing another day of flirting with his baby brother.

Sam disappeared into the bathroom so Dean stripped down to his tee shirt
and briefs and lay atop his covers.  He grabbed the remote and flicked
through the channels trying to find something to keep his mind occupied.
He tried not to get his hopes up when he heard the sound of the shower
running.  The bathroom door creaked open and Sam stuck his head out.

"Hey Dean, they've got a steam shower in here.  You should try it."

Before Dean could speak, Sam disappeared back into the bathroom, leaving
the door cracked. Dean did something he'd never done before.  He hesitated.
He knew he and Sam were good looking enough to have almost any girl in any
town they stopped in.  He also knew Sam well enough to know that he wasn't
looking for a one night stand.  Sam was into relationships.  That's why he
left home to begin with.  He wanted to bond with people, go to school, have
friends, be normal.

Along time ago, Dean had wanted the same things.  He always dreamed of
having a rock band in high school, shooting pool with his friends, going to
the prom, the whole nine yards.  By the age of sixteen he had pretty much
dropped out of school.  He'd tried a few times to get his GED but hunting
monsters took up too much of his time.  Before his seventeenth birthday he
was learning pool for the sole purpose of hustling money for the next
adventure.  He spent his eighteenth birthday on his knees in a filthy
bathroom stall.  That little escapade only garnered him twenty bucks.

By twenty-one Dean couldn't really say how many men and women he'd been
with.  The money never seemed to last.  He suddenly felt unclean and
undeserving of his precious brother.  He felt like he was soiling him,
corrupting him.  Sam was pure in his mind and a selfish part of him wanted
that purity for himself.  The other part of him wanted to protect Sam from
all the things he'd suffered.

"Water's getting cold," Sam called out.

There were a thousand responses he could have offered and stayed right
there on his bed, but Dean knew he wasn't about to offer any of them.  As
if in a trance, Dean stripped off his underwear and walked into the shower.
The room was hot and sticky with steam.

"I thought you said the water was getting cold?"  Dean questioned.

Sam peeped his head out from behind the almost sheer plastic curtain.  "It
would have been if you sat out there any longer."

"Sammy...are you sure..."

"I thought I was supposed to be the brooding one.  Now get your ass in
here."

Dean stumbled forward and climbed into the shower.  In one fluid move, Sam
pulled the curtain closed and swept Dean into his arms pulling his back
against his chest.  Warm pulses of water washed over Dean's chest and abs.
He felt Sam hard behind him.  He was rubbing something across his chest.
Dean followed the huge hand that dragged across his chest and watched it
slowly become covered with soapy foam.

"This feels like rounding third to me," Dean groaned.

"Shut up Dean," Sam growled in his ear.

Dean let his head rest against his taller brother's shoulder.  Sam was in
control here and he wouldn't have it any other way.  Despite the warm
water, Dean's body shivered as the soap continued it's journey south until
it reached its final destination.  Dean's body bucked against his
brother's, his ass slapping against the hardened shaft poking him. Dean
thought he should probably feel guilty for leading his brother on and
baiting him into this very moment but he quickly pushed those thoughts
aside.  Sam was touching him, kissing his neck, making tiny sounds that
said he was enjoying this. Dean wondered if Sam had thought about this as
often as he had.

"Sammy, have you thought about..." Dean panted.

"God Dean, what do I have to do to shut you up?" Sam asked.  Then the
solution came.

Sam spun his brother around to face him and planted a hard kiss on his
older brother.  It gave Sam a measure of satisfaction to see his brother's
eyes widen in shock.  Dean could feel his brother smiling against his lips.
Not one to be outdone by his baby brother, Dean pushed his tongue against
the smirking lips and forced his way inside.  He felt Sam's body spasm as
if a volt of electricity had just passed through his body.  Sam stumbled
backward pulling Dean with him.  Sam's back crashed into the back wall of
the shower and Dean slammed forward hard, trying to prevent them both from
falling.  All Dean could imagine was them being found naked and dead in a
tangled heap.

"Dammit Dean," Sam groaned, wincing in obvious pain.

"You okay," Dean asked, still holding his brother up.

"No.  I think you broke my back."

"Don't be such a baby.  Here sit down."

Sam slid slowly down the cold tile wall, gently guided by Dean.  Dean knelt
between his brother's long outstretched legs and pulled his brother forward
against his chest.  He ran his hands through the back of Sam's hair
checking for bumps before running a hand up and down Sam's spine.  Dean
wasn't sure what he was supposed to be checking for but instinct dictated
that he check anyway.

"You okay," Dean asked again.

Sam saw the wide eyed panic on his brother's face and broke out into a
smile.

"What's so funny?" Dean said a little worried.

"Why Dean Winchester," Sam began in his best southern belle accent, "I do
believe you care."

"Bitch," Dean barked.

"Control freak," Sam retorted.

"Slut." Dean smiled.

"You turned on?"

Dean nodded and leaned in and kissed Sam fiercely on the lips.  Sam
shivered and Dean smirked, satisfied that he could elicit such responses
from his brother.

"My kisses make you shiver," Dean gloated.

"The water's gone cold," Sam answered, nodding towards the spray of now
lukewarm water that was hitting Dean's back a pooling around Sam's legs and
waist.

"I knew that," Dean smiled.

He stood offering his brother a hand.  Dean turned off the water and
stepped out of the shower grabbing a towel for himself and tossing one to
Sam.  The two dried themselves.  Neither spoke for awhile.  Sam wrapped the
too small towel around his waist as best as he could and headed out the
bathroom.

"Sam?" Dean called after him.

"Yeah."

"I'm sorry," Dean mumbled, staring down at the tiled floor.

"For?"

"For ruining the moment.  I wanted this to be perfect."

Sam approached his brother.  Lifting his chin in the palm of his hands, he
waited for Dean's eyes to meet his own.

"The best dates aren't perfect," he said gently, "they're memorable."

"So steam shower wrestling..." Dean began, staring into Sam's eyes.

"Definitely a classic." Sam replied, before leaning down for what he hoped
wouldn't be their last kiss of the evening.