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Sam hadn't been gone an hour and that alone should alert Dean to something being wrong. Today should have been a long one--full of late classes and maybe meeting with friends after and getting in just in time to see his big brother off in time for work. Maybe give him something more than just a goodbye kiss, if they were both feeling up for it.

But it wasn't the case today. Sam was running in the front door, slamming it shut behind him. He looked breathless and flushed, like he'd been running and wide-eyed... maybe even scared. He didn't know if Dean would be awake or still resting up before work, but maybe the ruckus would have startled him. Either way, plans had changed, things had gone to shit like he'd feared they would right from the start.

Maybe he'd cry if every instinct in him wasn't screaming to run, to hide, and maybe to protect his big brother, protect them. Oh god, they'd need protecting too.

"Dean!" he called out, moving towards the bedroom. "Dean, we need to talk, now."

God, what were they going to do... this was so bad.

Everyone... God, everyone he knew and even people he didn't-- they knew. They knew and there was everything from disgust to filthy comments that had his stomach turning to... oh god, just everything. Even offers to help him get help of some kind to questioning if Dean was making him do this somehow because who could possibly fuck their own sibling willingly--which nearly got him to lose his temper.

That's when he left.

But that wasn't even the end more disturbing news. There was so much more than that.

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Dean was just climbing out of the shower when he heard the door open and then slam closed. It was way too soon for Sam to be done with classes and his brother wasn't the door slamming type, so Dean was instantly on edge. And unarmed. Damn it. All of his weaponry was stashed in the spare room between hunts. There were wards and salt lines, Dean had insisted, but nothing directly at hand to defend himself with.

Particularly not while he was naked and still mostly dripping. He wrapped the towel around his waist and then heard Sam's panicked voice coming closer. He frowned and stepped out of the bathroom, hurrying to meet his brother in the bedroom.

"Sammy, what's wrong?" His little brother looked like he was about to cry. What the hell? Dean reached for him. "What happened?"

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"Give you anything," Dean answered as he wrapped his free arm around Sam and held him tight against him. The other hand stopped stroking him and slipped around behind him, fingers pressing gently against his entrance. The lube was in the other room and he really didn't feel like letting go of Sam long enough to get it. It was possible to do it without, just took longer. He had plenty of time and patience, though, in this case.

He pressed Sam against the wall with his body, kissing him long and deep. Pressed in and rocked his body against him while his fingers worked to gently open and relax him.

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"Ozzy's a man of simple needs," Dean agreed, smiling down at their puppy.

Sam's second comment brought him back to the present and he nodded again, bumping his shoulder gently against his brother's. "I know. It feels like one of our weekends off and we'll be headed home, soon." He laughed ruefully and shook his head. "Been a while since a place was 'home'. Kinda gonna miss it."

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Dean knew Sam was trying to hold it together. He didn't want to rush him, he just got nervous when he didn't know what he was supposed to be doing. Especially when it was something that involved Sam hurting.

He looked up, a little surprised, but he nodded and smiled. "Sure. We'll grab some beers. Maybe order pizza tonight. There's always something that'll deliver to hotels."