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Why? Why the hell did he feel so disappointed? There was a sinking feeling in his stomach, and he shifted his weight. He supposed, at least, it was mixed with the feeling of relief. What if Dean had wanted to test drive it? Surely that would have been worse.

Even so, 'as much as I'd love that', would stick in his head for the longest time.

When Dean started undressing, Sam bashfully, and reluctantly, averted his gaze. It was nothing he hadn't seen before, a thousand times, but he just didn't think he needed to make a point of looking. And so, he placed the dress back on its hanger, grabbed a suit, and gestured to the bathroom.

"I'm gonna freshen up," he muttered, and then was gone, behind the safety of the bathroom door.

It took a moment of splashing water on his face for Sam to finally get rid of the rosy tint to his cheeks, which he noticed had made him look quite flushed on his exit. And then, he just had to get changed. The suit fit well - if a little snug, but the sleeves fell where they were supposed to, and so he assumed that was an intentional choice of the designer. The suit wasn't branded by anywhere Sam had ever heard of, and he could tell just from the stitching of the seams that it was quality. He messed with his hair for a short while longer, and then finally stepped out of the bathroom.

"Dude, I am so stealing this suit when we leave."

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For a second, Sam just stared at his brother, speechless. He’d expected a lot of things - but not that.

He tried to swallow, but found his mouth had suddenly become very dry.

“I mean, I could show you, you could decide for yourself, but we’d probably end up late for dinner,” he replied. He intended for it to come out as a joke, but there was a hint of seriousness perhaps too strong behind his words. He smirked a little, to try emphasise that he was, in fact, joking, but wasn’t entirely sure it would have the right effect. Hopefully Dean was still too hungry to realise.

“The guy I danced on seemed to enjoy it, though,” he added. That was a tiny understatement. Sam could still remember how it felt to grind on him, and feel him harden beneath his jeans. He remembered his friend warning Sam to stop, just before he made him release in his pants, in front of all their friends. They’d all eventually let the poor guy live it down, but Sam found it impossible to forget. Suddenly, Sam was imagining _Dean_ on that chair, and if his mouth wasn’t dry before, it was now.

Dean stood there, dumbfounded for a moment. His first instinct was to say yes, but he quickly reeled it back. No, that was not a good idea. If they, for some reason, ended up in a situation like Dean had described earlier, then they’d do it then. They didn’t need to test drive it. 

“As much as I’d love that,” Dean told him, going for a cheeky response but sounding way too serious about it, “I think we need to eat. I’m starving.” 

He didn’t jump into action quite as enthusiastically as he’d like when he finally tore his eyes away from Sam and started undressing from his regular clothes. 

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For a second, Sam just stared at his brother, speechless. He'd expected a lot of things - but not that.

He tried to swallow, but found his mouth had suddenly become very dry.

"I mean, I could show you, you could decide for yourself, but we'd probably end up late for dinner," he replied. He intended for it to come out as a joke, but there was a hint of seriousness perhaps too strong behind his words. He smirked a little, to try emphasise that he was, in fact, joking, but wasn't entirely sure it would have the right effect. Hopefully Dean was still too hungry to realise.

"The guy I danced on seemed to enjoy it, though," he added. That was a tiny understatement. Sam could still remember how it felt to grind on him, and feel him harden beneath his jeans. He remembered his friend warning Sam to stop, just before he made him release in his pants, in front of all their friends. They'd all eventually let the poor guy live it down, but Sam found it impossible to forget. Suddenly, Sam was imagining _Dean_ on that chair, and if his mouth wasn't dry before, it was now.

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Sometimes, Sam really just wanted to slap him. (Well, if he were being entirely honest, he’d do more than slap him, but you know).

“Details?” he scoffed, pulling an incredulous face. He crossed the room to swat Dean’s arm, smacking at him lightly. “It was nothing. We, well… I, just. Gave one of the guys a, uh- a lapdance, of sorts.”

He shrugged, and tried to signal the end of the conversation with a wave of his hand.

As though it were nothing. As though he hadn’t just said that.

“And before you say a word, don’t make me remind you I can take you down in a fight,” Sam was quick to add.

The surprise on Dean’s face was pretty evident, and he had to admit he hadn’t seen that one coming. Of “other stuff”, an innocent lap dance wasn’t necessarily the ‘worst’ thing he could’ve done, but Dean was still left nodding slowly as he thought about it. Why was he thinking so hard about this?

“Huh,” he huffed after a while, before giving a shrug. “Well were you any good?” 

The question came very naturally to him, and he rolled his eyes at Sam’s surprised look. “All I’m saying is that we might win this contest if we gotta show off some skills and you do that.” 

Dean was purely thinking about the contest, nothing else.

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Sometimes, Sam really just wanted to slap him. (Well, if he were being entirely honest, he'd do more than slap him, but you know).

"Details?" he scoffed, pulling an incredulous face. He crossed the room to swat Dean's arm, smacking at him lightly. "It was nothing. We, well... I, just. Gave one of the guys a, uh- a lapdance, of sorts."

He shrugged, and tried to signal the end of the conversation with a wave of his hand.

As though it were nothing. As though he hadn't just said that.

"And before you say a word, don't make me remind you I can take you down in a fight," Sam was quick to add.

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Damn it.

Sam parted his lips to speak, but fell quiet as he realised his cheeks were heating up a little under Dean’s questioning. He wouldn’t lie - he’d always been a fan of that sort of attention, especially from Dean, but he didn’t want it to show.

“It was nothing, man,” he dismissed, but the fact he couldn’t make eye contact had him realise how much worse that made it sound. He forced himself to meet Dean’s interrogative eyes, and gave a roll of his own.

“It was just me and a few friends, one time. They uh-… They dared me, to go out in drag one night. So I wore this dress, and uh…” Gosh, why was it so hard to get out? It was making the whole thing sound even worse. “Some, stuff… Happened,” he addmited smally. “Satisfied?”

“No?” Dean said, an almost disappointed frown on his face at Sam’s question. Satisfied? Dean just learned that Sam had worn a dress once as a bet and “stuff” happened. 

“What stuff?” Dean questioned, prodding even more. He knew Sam was uncomfortable with the topic, but hell, this was in the ‘big brother’ job description. “You can’t expect me to accept that as the final comment. C’mon, dude, gimme some details.” 

He was so using this as blackmail later.

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Damn it.

Sam parted his lips to speak, but fell quiet as he realised his cheeks were heating up a little under Dean's questioning. He wouldn't lie - he'd always been a fan of that sort of attention, especially from Dean, but he didn't want it to show.

"It was nothing, man," he dismissed, but the fact he couldn't make eye contact had him realise how much worse that made it sound. He forced himself to meet Dean's interrogative eyes, and gave a roll of his own.

"It was just me and a few friends, one time. They uh-... They dared me, to go out in drag one night. So I wore this dress, and uh..." Gosh, why was it so hard to get out? It was making the whole thing sound even worse. "Some, stuff... Happened," he addmited smally. "Satisfied?"

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There’s definitely a hot tub - Sam is almost certain of it. It comes to mind for no particular reason, other than to make itself known to anyone who might be reading this.

Sam snorted, and ignored the way his brother’s comment about getting all pretty for him sat like a weight in his stomach. “Shut up, dude,” he muttered. “I could totally pull this off, I actually wore-”

Suddenly, Sam shut up. Dean didn’t need to know where that sentence was going. If there was anything he wouldn’t approve of, it was the night his baby brother gave some stranger a lap dance in drag during college. So he bit his tongue, and quickly took the dress and tossed it back in the wardrobe, so he could change the subject in a completely transparent manner.

“We should, uh- ahem,” Sam cleared his throat, and for some reason, deepened his tone a little, as if assuring himself of his own masculinity. “We should get ready for dinner. We can start scoping the place out tomorrow, I’m fucking starved, man.”

“Woah, woah, woah, hey,” Dean chuckled, not letting Sam off the hook that easy. He’d worn something like this? If it had been as a joke, he’d expect Sam to maybe blush but own up to it, he had always seemed secure of himself in that way to Dean. So why was he avoiding the subject? “You can’t just change subjects like that. Tell me all about it.”  There was a gleeful smile on his lips, a part of him wanted to revel in Sam’s awkwardness, but there was also a part of him that was genuinely curious about it. It wouldn’t be important enough to skip (or be late) for dinner, but he could deal with a few minutes if it meant getting Sam to blush.

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Damn it.

Sam parted his lips to speak, but fell quiet as he realised his cheeks were heating up a little under Dean's questioning. He wouldn't lie - he'd always been a fan of that sort of attention, especially from Dean, but he didn't want it to show.

"It was nothing, man," he dismissed, but the fact he couldn't make eye contact had him realise how much worse that made it sound. He forced himself to meet Dean's interrogative eyes, and gave a roll of his own.

"It was just me and a few friends, one time. They uh-... They dared me, to go out in drag one night. So I wore this dress, and uh..." Gosh, why was it so hard to get out? It was making the whole thing sound even worse. "Some, stuff... Happened," he addmited smally. "Satisfied?"

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There’s definitely a hot tub - Sam is almost certain of it. It comes to mind for no particular reason, other than to make itself known to anyone who might be reading this.

Sam snorted, and ignored the way his brother’s comment about getting all pretty for him sat like a weight in his stomach. “Shut up, dude,” he muttered. “I could totally pull this off, I actually wore-”

Suddenly, Sam shut up. Dean didn’t need to know where that sentence was going. If there was anything he wouldn’t approve of, it was the night his baby brother gave some stranger a lap dance in drag during college. So he bit his tongue, and quickly took the dress and tossed it back in the wardrobe, so he could change the subject in a completely transparent manner.

“We should, uh- ahem,” Sam cleared his throat, and for some reason, deepened his tone a little, as if assuring himself of his own masculinity. “We should get ready for dinner. We can start scoping the place out tomorrow, I’m fucking starved, man.”

“Woah, woah, woah, hey,” Dean chuckled, not letting Sam off the hook that easy. He’d worn something like this? If it had been as a joke, he’d expect Sam to maybe blush but own up to it, he had always seemed secure of himself in that way to Dean. So why was he avoiding the subject? “You can’t just change subjects like that. Tell me all about it.”  There was a gleeful smile on his lips, a part of him wanted to revel in Sam’s awkwardness, but there was also a part of him that was genuinely curious about it. It wouldn’t be important enough to skip (or be late) for dinner, but he could deal with a few minutes if it meant getting Sam to blush.

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There's definitely a hot tub - Sam is almost certain of it. It comes to mind for no particular reason, other than to make itself known to anyone who might be reading this.

Sam snorted, and ignored the way his brother's comment about getting all pretty for him sat like a weight in his stomach. "Shut up, dude," he muttered. "I could totally pull this off, I actually wore-"

Suddenly, Sam shut up. Dean didn't need to know where that sentence was going. If there was anything he wouldn't approve of, it was the night his baby brother gave some stranger a lap dance in drag during college. So he bit his tongue, and quickly took the dress and tossed it back in the wardrobe, so he could change the subject in a completely transparent manner.

"We should, uh- ahem," Sam cleared his throat, and for some reason, deepened his tone a little, as if assuring himself of his own masculinity. "We should get ready for dinner. We can start scoping the place out tomorrow, I'm fucking starved, man."

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Sam caught the pillow as it flew towards him, and a huge smirk played on his face as he tossed it back.

“You’re on, asshole. I’ll show you what a real boyfriend looks like.”

The challenge sounded fun - and Sam decided it didn’t count as flirting in any way, since it was just a game. And there’s nothing wrong with games. He turned to the wardrobe and swung it open, surprised to see a long row of suits and dresses. The meals, he’d read on a notice online, were black tie, and it was nice of the hotel to provide options. Still, Sam would bet he and Dean were the only two who didn’t bring their own.

“Hey man, look, this would look perfect on you.”

Sam pulled a garish pink dress from the wardrobe, holding it against his frame as if showing what it would look like. He even gave a little spin for added effect.

Dean looked up, seeing the dress Sam had found in the wardrobe. He mock laughed back at him as he flipped him off. “Ha ha, you’re so funny.” 

He put his bag down on his side of the bed, deciding to unpack later that evening as he just wanted to explore the room for now — possibly jump in the hot tub if there was one. He was so sure there was. 

He walked over to Sam then, who was still holding up the dress with a playful, dumb smirk on his face. Dean looked it over once before he checked the label, making a “huh” sound as he did, like he was slightly surprised but also not really.

“Says here it’s your size,” he said eventually, looking up at Sam. “Can’t wait for you to doll up and get all pretty for me, Sammy.” 

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Nobody else would handle this - Dean knew that, and so did Sam. Not Bobby, not John, if he were around, and not even the mother Sam had never known, would forgive him now.

But Sam wondered if Dean just might. Was it possible, that he could care that much?

He reached out, and hesitated for a second, as if he was _scared_ to touch his brother, and then his fingers curled loosely around the fabric of Dean's shirt. Tugging at his shirt weakly, Sam drew out the most innocent voice he could. "N-no, I couldn't have... Dean, what are we going to do? I'll go to prison," Sam feigned panic then, his eyes widening as if he was just understanding the situation. When he spoke next, he spoke quickly, to add to his act of panic. "They'll take me away, away from you, I-I could end up on death row, wh-... What do we do?"

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Sam stumbled back as Dean shoved him, he was already off balance, the adrenaline making his perception foggy, and so he very nearly lost his footing. He grabbed hold of a nearby pillar, and as his balance returned, so did the reality of the situation.

He’d killed before, but it wasn’t that which frightened him. It was Dean. Dean knew now, and Sam had no idea how he’d respond. His words were cold and felt like ice as his brother ordered him to the car, but he obeyed. It was on the brief walk back, as the air hit him, he decided on his plan - how he’d play this thing. He had to keep Dean on his good side, if he wanted it to continue.

Once he reached the car, Sam turned back, his eyes suddenly frantic and hands shaking. “Dean, we gotta call an ambulance for her,” he whimpered. “We gotta help her. The- the ambulance. They can save her.”

No, she was long past saving, he knew that. Her brains were scattered amongst the hay, and… Ah. His lips twitched a little as he remembered the scene, threatening to give him away and break out into a grin, but he held it back. He had to stick to the act.

Dean turned once Sam spoke, his demeanor totally different now. He was back to being his normal, empathic self, wanting to make sure she was good before they left. He squinted at his little brother, not quite sure if this was part of the act or if he had genuinely blacked out in the moment he killed her.

“They can’t. You killed her, Sam. You did that.”

He couldn’t bring himself to show much sympathy in that moment. It surprised him actually, how cold he felt, because this was Sam and if he was genuinely not aware of his own actions, he shouldn’t be harsh.

But Sam had also forced him into a situation he’d rather not be in, and it was hard for him to not think about it. Dean wondered if this was the moment he would have to take a step back and let someone else handle his brother. Maybe he wasn’t cut out for this. 

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Sam stumbled back as Dean shoved him, he was already off balance, the adrenaline making his perception foggy, and so he very nearly lost his footing. He grabbed hold of a nearby pillar, and as his balance returned, so did the reality of the situation.

He'd killed before, but it wasn't that which frightened him. It was Dean. Dean knew now, and Sam had no idea how he'd respond. His words were cold and felt like ice as his brother ordered him to the car, but he obeyed. It was on the brief walk back, as the air hit him, he decided on his plan - how he'd play this thing. He had to keep Dean on his good side, if he wanted it to continue.

Once he reached the car, Sam turned back, his eyes suddenly frantic and hands shaking. "Dean, we gotta call an ambulance for her," he whimpered. "We gotta help her. The- the ambulance. They can save her."

No, she was long past saving, he knew that. Her brains were scattered amongst the hay, and... Ah. His lips twitched a little as he remembered the scene, threatening to give him away and break out into a grin, but he held it back. He had to stick to the act.

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Sam seemed to consider Dean’s words for a moment - he looked his brother up and down, and then snorted out a small laugh.

“Damn right I did,” Sam hummed, and released a wistful sigh. “And the kiss was okay, too.”

He had to move quickly then, before Dean had a chance to catch on to what he meant. Having rapid, instinctual reflexes came part and parcel with their job, which was usually a good thing, but not if you happened to be on the opposing end of it. As Sam had pressed Dean up against the pillar, he’d slipped the gun from his belt, distracting him with his tongue for long enough to bring it around. He waited just long enough for the recognition to flicker in Dean’s eyes, and then he pulled back the gun and smoothly aimed it at the woman unconscious in the hay.

Sam fired three shots for good measure.

She was dead after the first - the bullet cracked her skull. The second missed by an inch, making a noise as it ricocheted and landed in the hay, and the third struck her neck.

Dean was stunned into silence as he watched his brother kill the girl without hesitation, going way overboard as well with three shots when only one had been necessary for what he was doing. His heart was hammering in his chest, and yet, it felt like everything was going in slow motion.

His eyes went from her dead body to Sam, yanking the gun out of his hands before he’d do more damage, to her or him. 

“You sick, disgusting fuck,” Dean hissed at him, shoving him hard enough to stagger him backwards a few steps. He wanted to punch him so bad, but kept his cool (as much as he could). The most tempting thing right then was to leave Sam behind, drive off so that Sam had to walk back, but Dean was scared Sam would find another person to hurt and kill. 

“Car. Now.” 

He’d call in anonymously to 911 when they were a safe distance away. He hated leaving her like this, she deserved way better than what she got, but Dean’s entire life had basically been to protect Sam. Even with what just happened, he acted on instinct. 

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Sam seemed to consider Dean's words for a moment - he looked his brother up and down, and then snorted out a small laugh.

"Damn right I did," Sam hummed, and released a wistful sigh. "And the kiss was okay, too."

He had to move quickly then, before Dean had a chance to catch on to what he meant. Having rapid, instinctual reflexes came part and parcel with their job, which was usually a good thing, but not if you happened to be on the opposing end of it. As Sam had pressed Dean up against the pillar, he'd slipped the gun from his belt, distracting him with his tongue for long enough to bring it around. He waited just long enough for the recognition to flicker in Dean's eyes, and then he pulled back the gun and smoothly aimed it at the woman unconscious in the hay.

Sam fired three shots for good measure.

She was dead after the first - the bullet cracked her skull. The second missed by an inch, making a noise as it ricocheted and landed in the hay, and the third struck her neck.

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That was surprising.

Sam hadn’t expected Dean to actually agree - he’d been betting on the car option, but before he even had time to process his brother’s agreement, he found his lips meeting his own.

Oh fuck.

It was really happening. Sam was quick to part his lips, but he was also quick to make the next move. Dean’s grimace, the reluctance, everything about it, had been so sickeningly sweet to Sam, and he found his restraint begin to slip and waiver.

Sure, he’d wanted Dean to make the first move, knowing it would be all the more embarrassing for his brother, but now he felt his tongue on his lips, he took over. Hands found Dean’s waist, and he pushed his brother backwards with a harsh amount of force, following so their lips never parted, and then he allowed Dean’s back to slam up against a pillar in the barn. He knew his strength would give Dean no choice in the matter, and that thought had him smirk for a moment, before he forced his tongue into his brother’s mouth. Unlike Dean, he didn’t wait or ask for permission. He only took what was his.

Dean wasn’t used to being manhandled like this, let alone letting it happen. Every fiber of his being was screaming at him to break free, push Sam off of him and punch him. If he was lucky he’d knock him out before Sam had any chance to retaliate, and he’d get the girl somewhere safe. Whatever happened between him and Sam afterwards… He’d have to deal with that later.

Except he knew it wasn’t possible. Sam was taller than him, and honestly, stronger than him too at this point. He could get a couple of swings in, but he’d never knock Sam out quick enough. And if he attempted it, he was pretty sure things would get much worse — for him and the girl.

So he froze. Pressed up against the pillar, he let it happen. Let Sam invade his space, crush every wall of boundary set between them, and not they were never gonna be the same ever again.

Their tongues touched for a moment and Dean flinched back, hitting his head against the pillar. “Sam, please, you got what you wanted.” 

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That was surprising.

Sam hadn't expected Dean to actually agree - he'd been betting on the car option, but before he even had time to process his brother's agreement, he found his lips meeting his own.

Oh fuck.

It was really happening. Sam was quick to part his lips, but he was also quick to make the next move. Dean's grimace, the reluctance, everything about it, had been so sickeningly sweet to Sam, and he found his restraint begin to slip and waiver.

Sure, he'd wanted Dean to make the first move, knowing it would be all the more embarrassing for his brother, but now he felt his tongue on his lips, he took over. Hands found Dean's waist, and he pushed his brother backwards with a harsh amount of force, following so their lips never parted, and then he allowed Dean's back to slam up against a pillar in the barn. He knew his strength would give Dean no choice in the matter, and that thought had him smirk for a moment, before he forced his tongue into his brother's mouth. Unlike Dean, he didn't wait or ask for permission. He only took what was his.

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But Sam was here to play games, and so Dean’s reply only got a short laugh from him.

“Alright,” he mused, and he moved further forwards to stand before Dean. “You want to drop the jokes? Get serious?” he asked, staring down at him. “The only way she’s getting out alive is if you make it worth my while instead. So if you’re really that noble, if you want to save her that badly, then you’ll do exactly as I tell you to, word for word, no matter what. You disobey one instruction, and she’s as good as dead.”

There was an assertive dominance in Sam’s tone, and it showed this time he wasn’t joking. “Of course it doesn’t have to be that hard. You can just go out to the car, give me a couple minutes with her, I’ll join you, we forget this whole thing ever happened. I know which choice I’d pick.”

Dean stared up at him, searching for anything that’d tell him that this was someone else, something else, bigger than them both, some darkness that had snuck its way into his little brother. But no. This was all Sam. There were knots tying themselves tight in Dean’s chest, because this wasn’t the boy he’d raised, the boy he knew better than the back of his hand. 

This was a stranger, someone that clearly didn’t care for Dean or their relationship the same way Dean did. It meant nothing.

The pain of the realization hit him so hard it felt like he stopped breathing for a moment. Wild eyes found the girl on the ground, this innocent, young girl with her entire life ahead of her. Dean should save her. That was his job. Save her from the monster trying to kill her.

He swallowed down the trembling words that tried to escape him. He’d save her. His life felt worthless, all of a sudden.

“Fine,” he nearly whispered, gaze not meeting Sam’s. He couldn’t look at him. “I’ll do it.” 

He wanted to puke (preferably on Sam), but he closed his eyes and calmed himself down enough that the feeling subsided. There was no point in trying to steel himself for this, this would fuck him up in indescribable ways no matter what he did, so all he could do was step closer and press a firm hand to the back of Sam’s neck, pulling him down.

The first press of lips was tight, closed. He couldn’t help the grimace that covered his face for a moment as he darted his tongue out, licking across Sam’s bottom lip as if to ask permission. 

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But Sam was here to play games, and so Dean's reply only got a short laugh from him.

"Alright," he mused, and he moved further forwards to stand before Dean. "You want to drop the jokes? Get serious?" he asked, staring down at him. "The only way she's getting out alive is if you make it worth my while instead. So if you're really that noble, if you want to save her that badly, then you'll do exactly as I tell you to, word for word, no matter what. You disobey one instruction, and she's as good as dead."

There was an assertive dominance in Sam's tone, and it showed this time he wasn't joking. "Of course it doesn't have to be that hard. You can just go out to the car, give me a couple minutes with her, I'll join you, we forget this whole thing ever happened. I know which choice I'd pick."

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“One,” Sam mused, as his blank expression finally shifted to mirror how entertained he felt by the whole situation. “You take that gun out and put a bullet in my head.” It was blunt, and yet he still sounded entertained, despite the sentiment. “The one you don’t think I know you snuck in with? I’m not an idiot,” he added.

Dean never left without a gun, Sam was sure he’d be packing, but he’d caught the way Dean’s fingers had twitched towards it a couple times, which only served to cement his theory.

He’d call Dean’s bluff on that, anyway. Unless he pulled the trigger on him, Sam would never believe Dean would have it in him to shoot his own brother.

“Or two,” and this is where his face really lit up, a huge smirk crossing his face. “You could kiss me. With tongue. And I’ll walk away. That’s all you have to do to save her, man. What a deal.”

The way Sam spoke made the offer sound entirely like a joke, and he knew Dean would never take it seriously, but God was it funny. To let Dean believe there was a way he could save her, only to have it turn out to be that? Sam was really on his game today. A quiet laugh escaped him, and he shrugged innocently. What a day.

“So what’ll it be? Should I just slit her throat now, or?”

Dean flinched, the bluntness of the first option surprising him. He shifted uncomfortable, very aware of the gun tucked away in his jeans. Yeah, of course Sam knew. They knew everything about each other, there was no point in trying to fool the other.

Well… Sam knew everything about Dean. Dean clearly knew nothing about his little brother.

The second suggestion took a moment before it fully registered. Then, it was Dean’s turn to laugh. A surprised, almost desperate sounding laugh. It was a joke, right? It had to be. 

He bit the inside of his cheek then, annoyance bubbling up inside him. “Alright, enough with the fucking jokes. If you mean it, if you really mean it, that you’ll let her go — give me the real fucking options. I’m not here to play games, or whatever it is you’re trying to do here.” 

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"One," Sam mused, as his blank expression finally shifted to mirror how entertained he felt by the whole situation. "You take that gun out and put a bullet in my head." It was blunt, and yet he still sounded entertained, despite the sentiment. "The one you don't think I know you snuck in with? I'm not an idiot," he added.

Dean never left without a gun, Sam was sure he'd be packing, but he'd caught the way Dean's fingers had twitched towards it a couple times, which only served to cement his theory.

He'd call Dean's bluff on that, anyway. Unless he pulled the trigger on him, Sam would never believe Dean would have it in him to shoot his own brother.

"Or two," and this is where his face really lit up, a huge smirk crossing his face. "You could kiss me. With tongue. And I'll walk away. That's all you have to do to save her, man. What a deal."

The way Sam spoke made the offer sound entirely like a joke, and he knew Dean would never take it seriously, but God was it funny. To let Dean believe there was a way he could save her, only to have it turn out to be that? Sam was really on his game today. A quiet laugh escaped him, and he shrugged innocently. What a day.

"So what'll it be? Should I just slit her throat now, or?"

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Something Dean failed to account for, time and time again, was that Sam was considerably stronger than he was. Sam had noticed it first years ago, and again a thousand times over until that moment. If Sam wanted, he was sure he could overpower Dean. Hell, he was certain he’d be able to pin him down while he choked out the girl in front of him - and that idea had him feeling a little hot and bothered - but for a moment longer, he’d let Dean believe he was in charge of the situation.

“You’d hate it in Canada,” Sam hummed simply, and walked over to the two. As he stood before them, he just watched Dean struggle with the restraints.

“I wouldn’t do that, if I were you.” Sam hummed. “The way I see it, there’s only two ways she leaves here alive. You untie those restraints? That goes down to zero, man. I’m willing to work with you here, but only if you co-operate.”

The way Sam spoke, it sounded like a game, and it very almost was one. He was enjoying himself, at least.

Dean let go of the restraints, jaw clenching in annoyance. He considered it for a moment, not sure if Sam was trying to trick him. Maybe he was lying. But there was also something that told him he should listen, and not risk the girl’s life like this. Eventually, reluctantly, he stepped away completely, and got back up.

He turned then, facing Sam like he had before. His face was carefully blank, yet he felt like he could go off any second. Maybe he should’ve pulled the gun on him. Maybe that would’ve been the only way to pull Sam out of his crazy. And yet, he stood still, not doing anything.

“Oh yeah? Tell me the two ways.” 

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"One," Sam mused, as his blank expression finally shifted to mirror how entertained he felt by the whole situation. "You take that gun out and put a bullet in my head." It was blunt, and yet he still sounded entertained, despite the sentiment. "The one you don't think I know you snuck in with? I'm not an idiot," he added.

Dean never left without a gun, Sam was sure he'd be packing, but he'd caught the way Dean's fingers had twitched towards it a couple times, which only served to cement his theory.

He'd call Dean's bluff on that, anyway. Unless he pulled the trigger on him, Sam would never believe Dean would have it in him to shoot his own brother.

"Or two," and this is where his face really lit up, a huge smirk crossing his face. "You could kiss me. With tongue. And I'll walk away. That's all you have to do to save her, man. What a deal."

The way Sam spoke made the offer sound entirely like a joke, and he knew Dean would never take it seriously, but God was it funny. To let Dean believe there was a way he could save her, only to have it turn out to be that? Sam was really on his game today. A quiet laugh escaped him, and he shrugged innocently. What a day.

"So what'll it be? Should I just slit her throat now, or?"

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Something Dean failed to account for, time and time again, was that Sam was considerably stronger than he was. Sam had noticed it first years ago, and again a thousand times over until that moment. If Sam wanted, he was sure he could overpower Dean. Hell, he was certain he’d be able to pin him down while he choked out the girl in front of him - and that idea had him feeling a little hot and bothered - but for a moment longer, he’d let Dean believe he was in charge of the situation.

“You’d hate it in Canada,” Sam hummed simply, and walked over to the two. As he stood before them, he just watched Dean struggle with the restraints.

“I wouldn’t do that, if I were you.” Sam hummed. “The way I see it, there’s only two ways she leaves here alive. You untie those restraints? That goes down to zero, man. I’m willing to work with you here, but only if you co-operate.”

The way Sam spoke, it sounded like a game, and it very almost was one. He was enjoying himself, at least.

Dean let go of the restraints, jaw clenching in annoyance. He considered it for a moment, not sure if Sam was trying to trick him. Maybe he was lying. But there was also something that told him he should listen, and not risk the girl’s life like this. Eventually, reluctantly, he stepped away completely, and got back up.

He turned then, facing Sam like he had before. His face was carefully blank, yet he felt like he could go off any second. Maybe he should’ve pulled the gun on him. Maybe that would’ve been the only way to pull Sam out of his crazy. And yet, he stood still, not doing anything.

“Oh yeah? Tell me the two ways.” 

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Something Dean failed to account for, time and time again, was that Sam was considerably stronger than he was. Sam had noticed it first years ago, and again a thousand times over until that moment. If Sam wanted, he was sure he could overpower Dean. Hell, he was certain he'd be able to pin him down while he choked out the girl in front of him - and that idea had him feeling a little hot and bothered - but for a moment longer, he'd let Dean believe he was in charge of the situation.

"You'd hate it in Canada," Sam hummed simply, and walked over to the two. As he stood before them, he just watched Dean struggle with the restraints.

"I wouldn't do that, if I were you." Sam hummed. "The way I see it, there's only two ways she leaves here alive. You untie those restraints? That goes down to zero, man. I'm willing to work with you here, but only if you co-operate."

The way Sam spoke, it sounded like a game, and it very almost was one. He was enjoying himself, at least.

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For the briefest moment, Dean might have gotten through to Sam. A glint of recognition flashed through his eyes as his brother grabbed his neck and forced his attention, but Sam just scoffed, and the moment was gone.

He was hardly gentle as he shoved Dean off him, and gave a weary roll of his eyes. “She’s seen my face. Both our faces. There’s no way she’s getting out of here alive,” Sam replied. In some way, he was testing Dean. Would he do what had to be done? Would he stop him? Sam didn’t believe it for a second. And so he, quite arrogantly, stepped around Dean and stared over at his victim.

She’d stopped screaming, and Sam realised she must have fainted at some point, because there was no recognition on her face, and her eyes had fallen closed. Great. He’d have been thrilled by that turn of events, had Dean not shown up.

“The only choice is to kill her, Dean. You know that.”

“The only cho—, man listen to yourself!” Dean hissed, feeling the anger rise in him. He wasn’t getting through to him, which was quite honestly the scariest part to Dean. That hadn’t happened before, not with Sam being himself. 

“We’ll deal with it! Whatever happens, we’ll deal. Hell, we’ll move to Canada for a year if we have to, I am not letting you kill this girl.”

He pushed Sam away and crouched down by the girl, moving to get her out of her restraints. “I’m getting her out of here, whether you like it or not. Now you can help me, or walk the fuck out!”

The last few words were loud in the abandoned barn, and Dean wasn’t sure if this was a good idea — maybe raising his voice was the opposite of a good idea — but he was running out of options. The girl was already bleeding, traumatized, he couldn’t let her endure this much longer.

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For the briefest moment, Dean might have gotten through to Sam. A glint of recognition flashed through his eyes as his brother grabbed his neck and forced his attention, but Sam just scoffed, and the moment was gone.

He was hardly gentle as he shoved Dean off him, and gave a weary roll of his eyes. "She's seen my face. Both our faces. There's no way she's getting out of here alive," Sam replied. In some way, he was testing Dean. Would he do what had to be done? Would he stop him? Sam didn't believe it for a second. And so he, quite arrogantly, stepped around Dean and stared over at his victim.

She'd stopped screaming, and Sam realised she must have fainted at some point, because there was no recognition on her face, and her eyes had fallen closed. Great. He'd have been thrilled by that turn of events, had Dean not shown up.

"The only choice is to kill her, Dean. You know that."

aniimusliber​:

Sam laughed. The ’Christo’ broke his reserve as if he was in on some joke.

It came from his stomach, and was loud enough that the woman tied to the chair flinched, and he heard the fluttering of a bird outside that must have gotten startled too.

“It’s me, Dean,” he replied once the laughter settled. “You’ve got Holy water in the trunk, right? I’ll drink the whole bottle in front of you. It’s me.”

He felt remorse - usually in the following weeks, when he was coming down from the house high, but not when his adrenaline was at its peak. Not now. Now, the serotonin and adrenaline overcoming him made it impossible to feel any sort of guilt.

Even so, Sam took a few more steps forwards, and he tossed the knife to the ground in front of Dean, staring as it slid across hay covered floor.

“And I’d bleed, too. Go ahead. I won’t run. Stop me now, or I’ll kill her with my bare hands.”

“Sam,” Dean said, voice incredulous. He took a step forward, kicked the knife away as he did, and stepped between Sam and the girl. If he had to fight him, he would. There was no way he was letting Sam hurt some innocent girl like this. What was going on with him? All of this felt like a fever dream, it had hit Dean like a freight train.

“Sammy, look at me,” he murmured, putting his hands on Sam’s neck to make him focus on Dean rather than the girl. “You can’t do this. She hasn’t done anything wrong. She’s barely twenty, for fuck’s sake.” 

He gives a gentle, yet determined push, making Sam take a step back.

“Get in the Impala. I’ll let her go and we haul ass out of this town. No one gets hurt.” 

He had a gun tucked away in the back of his jeans. He knew where the knife was. If things escalated, he knew what he’d have to do. He just wasn’t sure if he was able to. 

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Sam laughed. The 'Christo' broke his reserve as if he was in on some joke.

It came from his stomach, and was loud enough that the woman tied to the chair flinched, and he heard the fluttering of a bird outside that must have gotten startled too.

"It's me, Dean," he replied once the laughter settled. "You've got Holy water in the trunk, right? I'll drink the whole bottle in front of you. It's me."

He felt remorse - usually in the following weeks, when he was coming down from the house high, but not when his adrenaline was at its peak. Not now. Now, the serotonin and adrenaline overcoming him made it impossible to feel any sort of guilt.

Even so, Sam took a few more steps forwards, and he tossed the knife to the ground in front of Dean, staring as it slid across hay covered floor.

"And I'd bleed, too. Go ahead. I won't run. Stop me now, or I'll kill her with my bare hands."

aniimusliber​:

Sweetheart?

Dean was really talking to this random random chick with pet names? The idea of killing her in front of Dean came to mind, and it was just so sweet, but he tried to keep his cool. If there was anything Sam was good at, it was showing restraint. He was disciplined, and he very rarely lost control.

“You can just walk away, Dean,” Sam replied, his voice monotonous and quiet, in comparison to the screams coming from the woman. He wished Dean hadn’t removed her gag. The noises were starting to get on his nerves.

“Please, man. We can both just walk away, no questions asked. Just go out to the impala, I’ll follow right behind you.”

Would Dean get it by now? Surely he wasn’t that slow, but just to make sure, Sam turned his attention from Dean to the woman. “Didn’t I tell you to shut up?” he asked, and there was no hint of any urgency to his voice. “My brother and I are trying to have a conversation here.”

Dean stood wide-eyed and watched his brother, watched him change into a person Dean didn’t know, had never seen. Not even on hunts. Sam took pity on monsters, for christ’s sake. Had made Dean think twice about killing some of them, even.

And here he was, with a girl tied to a chair in the middle of nowhere, cuts and bruises evident on her skin, and Dean was supposed to just walk away?

Was this Dean’s fault? Had he been too reckless and careless about monsters that he had turned Sam into some sort of killer? Or torturer? It made him sick to his stomach. Was it even Sam?

The thought made him feel relief for a split second, the thought that maybe this wasn’t purely his brother, but something darker inside him, something that made him do these things. Then the worry came crashing over him, then rage.

“Whatever you are, you get out of my brother,” Dean said, voice cold. “Christo.” 

There was no reaction to the word, and Dean glanced down at the girl, then back at Sam, worried eyes trying to read Sam’s expression. “This isn’t you. It can’t be.” 

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Dean grimaced at him. Sam was a bad liar, everyone knew that. But this? This just felt wrong.

The push from Sam did nothing to ease his worry. What was he hiding away in there? Dean couldn’t possibly think of anything that was so bad his brother had to hide it away from him like this.

“What, you stole someone’s puppy and you’re scared I’m gonna let him out or something?” Dean asked, the question obviously meant as a joke, but not sounding like one. He had a feeling he wasn’t going to like what was behind those doors.

Without taking his eyes off of Sam for even a second, he circled around him, blindly reaching out for the door until he felt the handle. He finally let his gaze drop away from Sam and to the door opening.

The barn was dark, no lights except for a lantern that seemed to have been knocked over by someone or something.

As his eyes adjusted to the light, he could see the silhouette of something on the floor, squirming and making muffled sounds. His eyes widened at the realization  that it was a woman, tied to a chair.

“What the fuck?” he muttered, pushing the door open completely as he ran to her aid.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay. You’re okay sweetheart,” he said, taking the blindfolds off so she could see who was talking to her. He didn’t want her to panic any further. He moved to take the gag out as well, wanting to ask her who had done this, if she had seen anything at all. Before he could, however, she screamed around it, eyes wide and legs struggling to kick loose, clearly seeing something behind Dean that scared her.

Maybe it should’ve been obvious, but Dean still didn’t expect it to be Sam standing behind him. Why was she scared of him?

“Sammy?” he asked, frown deepening. “What’s going on?”

Sweetheart?

Dean was really talking to this random random chick with pet names? The idea of killing her in front of Dean came to mind, and it was just so sweet, but he tried to keep his cool. If there was anything Sam was good at, it was showing restraint. He was disciplined, and he very rarely lost control.

“You can just walk away, Dean,” Sam replied, his voice monotonous and quiet, in comparison to the screams coming from the woman. He wished Dean hadn’t removed her gag. The noises were starting to get on his nerves.

“Please, man. We can both just walk away, no questions asked. Just go out to the impala, I’ll follow right behind you.”

Would Dean get it by now? Surely he wasn’t that slow, but just to make sure, Sam turned his attention from Dean to the woman. “Didn’t I tell you to shut up?” he asked, and there was no hint of any urgency to his voice. “My brother and I are trying to have a conversation here.”