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Sam had always known that what he felt for Dean went way beyond just brotherly love. Hell, that was why he ran away to Stanford in the first place. He blamed it on John knowing that Dean wouldn't question it. Telling your brother "I can't stand his shit any more, Dean. I've got to get away" was infinitely preferable to telling your brother "I can't stop thinking about how bad I want to fuck you and then fall asleep in your arms." Sometimes Sam caught Dean looking at him with an unreadable expression on his face. Those moments were the worst because then it looked like maybe Dean might possibly feel the same way. Sam's heart would leap at the same time his brain would try to warn him off. "Danger Sam Winchester! Danger! Danger!" He could practically see the robot arms flailing. At this point Sam realized two things - 1) he had spent way too many nights in shitty hotels rooms watching "Lost In Space" reruns on shitty tvs and 2) he was well and truly fucked. So he made his excuses and headed for California.
He spent four years being perfectly fine, refusing to think about how much he missed his big brother. He thought that maybe his relationship with Jessica was going to be enough to finally break the hold Dean (unknowingly) had over his heart. It was a brilliant plan and seemed to be working beautifully until he went out to confront an intruder and ended up pinned to the floor with his brother on top of him. Sam flipping Dean over and reversing their positions wasn't so much to prove to Dean that he still had it as it was a desperate attempt to keep Dean from realizing just how hard he had instantly grown. The same beautiful green eyes, the same plush, sinful lips, the same toned, muscled body, the same smell ... yeah, see number 2 listed above. Well and truly fucked.
And so, here they were on the road again - exchanging smart ass comments, Baby purring along like a giant black cat, Dean's ancient music playing while Dean caterwauls along - Sam was happier than he'd been in four years. He was absolutely not thinking about how good it had felt to be pinned down by his brother. He wasn't thinking about how good it felt to be on top of him either. He wasn't thinking about how incredibly sexy Dean's ass looked in his jeans. And he certainly wasn't thinking of how amazing that ass would feel as he pounded into it. Yes, all in all, Sam was handling the whole situation much better than he thought he would. Ok, so his cock had been semi-hard for the last 24 hours and he'd had to jerk off twice but at least he hadn't jumped Dean yet.
Yes, everything was going swimmingly. Until the fucking shoving match on the bridge. Sam felt bad for arguing with Dean, but he needed to make his brother see that this was their father's quest, not his. All Sam wanted was a normal life with a beautiful wife, 2.5 kids, a dog and a white picket fence. He wanted to be away from hunting, away from his father's revenge-fuelled obsession and most of all, away from Dean and the crazy, aching desire that threatened to overwhelm him every time he was near his brother. He wasn't expecting Dean to slam him up against the cold steel girder of the bridge, lean into him and stare into his eyes. He wasn't expecting his half-hard cock to suddenly be fully erect and aching. But even more surprising than either of those things, he wasn't expecting to ever, ever see the same burning desire he felt mirrored in his brother's eyes. "Don't talk about her like that." Dean's voice wasn't angry but there was a growl to it that had Sam's cock throbbing. They stared at each other another second or two - electricity flying between them - before Dean pulled away. Sam wasn't sure what just happened or what it might mean for them in the future but he had every intention of finding out before this trip was over.