Another Night Out
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By the time Sam woke up it was dark out. Stumbling to the bathroom, he got a good look at his naked body - there were bite marks and scratches and one nice-sized purple bruise on his neck. His stomach growled and he put on some clothing, ready to go downstairs for some food. He opened the door and Dean was standing there, holding a tray.

"I brought you up some dinner, Sam. You've been sleeping all day."

"I hate you," Sam said, pulling up his shirt and pointing to all the marks. "I look like I went twelve rounds with a poltergeist."

"I think you're beautiful," Dean smiled and moved forward.

"BACK!" Sam made the sigh of the cross with his fingers. "Don't you come near me, you...you pervert!"

"You liked it."

"Maybe."

"Not maybe." Dean put the tray down and took Sam into his arms. "You were so beautiful like that, Sam, laying across my lap, begging me to let you come."

"You seduced me." Sam leaned forward.

"You allowed it." Dean cupped the back of his head.

"You played me like a violin." Sam pressed his lips to Dean's.

"A fucking Stradivarius." Dean kissed him, moaning against Sam's mouth. "You can...return the favor if you want."

"Maybe, when I know more of what I'm doing. And what did you tell Dad and Missouri?"

"You were tired and fell asleep."

"That's cool." Sam sat on the bed, biting into his tuna sandwich. "I've never been seduced before."

"I figured." Dean slid behind him, rubbing his shoulders. "And you were beautiful."

Sam shifted all the way around, facing Dean. "Really?"

"Sam, touching you like that was amazing." He leaned in for a kiss and stole a bite of Sam's sandwich. "Wanna go out with me tonight?"

"To another bar?"

"We can go to the movies. How's that?"

"Okay." Sam drank his soda. "Dean, is Dad really and truly okay with us?"

"Sam, finish your dinner."

"Dean?"

"He's not...not okay with us. Look, Sam, he came here for a rest and we threw all this shit at him at one time. It's a lot for him to take in, ya know?" Sam's face fell and he frowned. Dean lifted his face, kissing him softly. "Hey, he's dealing the best he can. He's doing a better job then the first time he caught me with a guy."

"I don't wanna know." Sam finished eating.

"That's good, Sam, because I don't want to tell."

"Okay, I do want to know," Sam smirked. "What did he do?"

"He broke the guy's jaw. He thought I was being attacked. Which was surprising, considering I was on top."

"Which do you prefer?"

"Prefer with what?"

"Top or bottom?" Sam wanted to know.

"What do you think?"

"Top," Sam nodded.

"Nope, sorry, wrong answer."

"So you like to bottom?"

"Wrong again, Sammy."

"Well you have to pick one!"

"I like both."

"I think I like being a bottom," Sam said shyly. "No, I know I prefer the bottom."

"Sam, you do very nicely as a top. My ass is proof positive of that."

"I want to bottom."

"Now?"

"Yeah now," Sam pushed Dean onto his back. "I can bottom on top."

"I'm kinda worn out from earlier. Let's just go out and have a quiet evening."

Sam backed off, slowly nodding. "Okay," he said quietly.

"Sam, there's more to us then sex. You do know that, right?"

"Yeah, I do." Sam was very serious. "But I need you. And just so you know, I am spoiled for anyone else and nobody ever touches me again but you."

"You have no idea how happy that makes me." As Sam leaned in, Dean placed his hands on Sam's shoulders, holding him back. "But I don't want to make love right now."

"Why not?"

"Because I've had multiple orgasms today and my dick is ready to fall off. Because if you let me rest I'll be more...active later on. Because I just ate dinner and if I do anything acrobatic I'll throw up." He laughed out loud. "Sam, I really don't want to barf all over you."

"Okay." Sam opened his laptop, pulling up the local movie theatres. "What movie do you want to go see?"

Dean looked over his shoulder and scanned the list of films. "The Mist."

"We live horror movies, Dean. I don't need to go see one."

"Shutter."

"I see dead people in real life, bro'." Sam clicked on another theatre. "Let's see what's playing at the revival house in Topeka. They usually have a few good classics playing."

"Terms Of Endearment."

"I am not going to see a chick-flick."

"It's a good movie," Dean insisted. "And it has my man Jack."

"It's depressing."

"And you know this how?" Dean teased.

"I can't go see that, Dean. Every time Debra Winger dies I end up crying."

"How many times have you seen it, Sam?"

"Three," Sam admitted.

"The Exorcist?" Dean paused. "Uh, sorry, Sam. I didn't think."

"Not a problem, Dean. And every time we see it, you nitpick. Remember the last time we saw it in a theatre? People were staring at us because you bitched that the exorcism wasn't realistic."

"Okay, Sam, how about The Maltese Falcon and Casablanca on a double bill."

"Agreed."

"Cool. Put on your sneakers and we'll go."

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They left the theatre and Dean got a good look at Sam. "Were you crying, Sammy?"

"Aww, Dean," Sam sniffled, "when Bogart puts Ingrid Bergman on that plane and says good-bye...how could he give her up? And to Paul Henreid. Victor was a wuss."

"Yeah, but in the unseen and unfilmed sequel," Dean smirked, "after the war Rick went after her, punched Victor Laszlo's lights out, swept Ilsa up in his arms and made passionate love to her, showing her he was the more macho man."

Sam started to giggle.

"As for Sam Spade, he should have run off with Brigid and the bird."

"I would've," Sam nodded. "Mary Astor is kind of sexy. Maybe not by today's standards, but she had all the curves in the right places and her eyes, man, her eyes just draw you in. And she's a damn good actress also."

Dean slipped his hand into Sam's and Sam pulled it away. "What's the matter? You don't like me holding your hand?"

"Why do you want to hold my hand?" Sam was a bit suspicious.

"Because I love you, Sam. Besides, nobody here knows us." Dean led Sam up the street. "We'll go to Priscilla's and get some of that flavored lube and whatever else we want."

"You can go tomorrow while I'm...doing something."

"You don't want to go with me?" Dean studied Sam's face. "You've never been in an adult store, have you?"

Sam took a deep breath. "Uh, no."

"Priscilla's isn't a scummy place, Sam. It's...upscale."

The adult store was a few blocks over so they walked. Dean finally slid his arm around Sam's waist and pulled him close, pleased when Sam did the same. But when they got to the store, Sam was hesitant about going in. "C'mon, Sam. If you don't like it, we'll leave. Okay?"

"All right." Sam followed Dean inside and didn't feel totally uncomfortable. The place was nice and well lit. He had half expected a dark and dingy store, like the porno shops he'd seen in the movies.

Dean led him up an aisle, browsing the film selection.

Sam just followed him like a puppy, trying to keep his eyes off the films. Dean stopped to look at a few specific types and Sam took a good look at the boxes. "I don't believe these."

"Sammy, don't tell me you've never seen a porno movie before."

"I have, but soft-core." Sam picked one up. "This is...." he studied the box. "Holy shit."

"Gratuitous come shots bother you?" Dean snickered.

"I...I don't know. I never saw...." Sam's eyes grew wide as saucers as they headed up the next aisle. "Dean, this box shows two women and...oh my God. There's got to be at least a dozen guys here."

"Maybe this wasn't such a...."

"Can we get it?"

"Gang-bangs are a huge step up from soft-core, Sammy."

"Please Dean?"

Dean was ready to crack up; Sam looked like a kid discovering chocolate for the first time. He looked it over. "It should be good. Red Light Productions. They do grade-A porno."

"And you know this how?"

"I have spent many a night with my right hand and a movie or two." Dean seemed rather proud of himself. "After a while you learn who puts out good stuff and who makes crap."

Sam tucked it under his arm and Dean thought that was rather funny and took it from him. "Sam, you don't have to hide it." He brought it to the counter. "Hold onto this, would ya? We're gonna browse a bit more." Dean turned and saw Sam heading toward a big sign that read PLAYTHINGS AND OTHER TOYS. "Oh, I can't wait to see his reaction to those."

Sam was staring at some of the toys, mouth hanging open.

"You want a butt plug, Sam?"

"NO!"

"A ball gag?"

Sam looked at it and shook his head, whimpering, "No."

Dean bit back a laugh. "How about a dildo?"

Sam looked at them. "Do you want one?" he asked quietly.

"They can be fun." Dean picked up a fourteen inch long, three inch round dildo.

"You're NOT putting that thing inside me," Sam told him point blank. "Not if you want to live."

"I wouldn't dream of it," Dean grinned. "I just had to see the look on your face."

"I didn't think it was funny."

"Calm down, Sam. How about this one?" The one Dean picked up was smaller. "I'll let you use it on me first."

"It's still kind of big, Dean. I don't want to hurt you."

"Trust me, Sam, you could not hurt me with this."

"I'll look some more."

"You do that." Dean wandered up another aisle, finding the lube, picking out three different flavors and two bottles of scented massage oil. By the time he got back to Sam, the poor boy was talking to a pretty female sales clerk, his cheeks pink and he looked terribly confused. "Uh, Sam, is there a problem?"

"I dunno, Dean."

Dean looked at the clerk, who smiled at him.

"I was just explaining that this vibrator has three speeds. This dildo glows in the dark and this one is waterproof."

"We'll take them all," Dean nodded.

"I don't need a glow-in-the-dark dildo!" Sam shouted, then turned red, looking around in horror.

Dean had to forcibly stop the laugh that was threatening; Sam would probably belt him one if he let it go. "Calm down, Sammy." He checked out the others. "We'll take the other two. Plus these." Dean put his stuff on the counter.

Sam got a look at all of it, "I'll go wait in the car," and ran out.

Dean smiled at the clerk. "I need a blindfold, something soft."

"Do you have a preference of color?"

That was a new one on Dean; he thought they only came in basic black. When they were in Wal-Mart Sam had said...."I'll take one in maroon, if you have it. Oh and I need leather...not cuffs, but straps."

"You going to tie him to the bed?" the girl asked him.

"Why?" Dean asked defensively. It wasn't her business.

"Because we have small, medium and large and if you get them too big, he'll get loose too quickly and your fun will be ruined; get them too small and you'll hurt him." She gave him a knowing smile and Dean realized she wasn't being nosy or obnoxious; she was just doing her job. They settled on medium, both agreeing those would fit either man.

Dean paid for his purchases with Dad's trusty credit card and went to the car but Sam wasn't there, so he called him on the cell. "Where did you disappear to?"

"I'm across the street, getting a Slurpee."

Dean got in the car, picked up Sam and nodded to the back seat. "We can play when we get home."

"Okay." Sam cranked the radio up and just as soon shut it off. "DEAN STOP!"

"WHAT?!"

Sam pointed. "Why is our father going into that club?"

"Uh, maybe he wants to have a good time?" Dean pulled into the first spot he saw. "Let's go join him."

"Okay," Sam smiled.

"Okay?"

"Yeah. I can be a free spirit and adventurous also."

Dean stopped at the entrance. "Since when?"

"Since now." Sam dragged him inside and spotted their father in a corner booth. "Dad's drinking alone."

"Not for long," Dean said, getting two shot glasses from the bar and following Sam. "Hey Dad. Want company?"

John nodded to the tequila. "Knock your socks off, boys." He took the shot glasses and poured them all a round. "Here's to...your mother. Who would be very happy to see us all getting along."

"To Mom," the boys smiled and kicked back their shots.

Sam poured a round. "Here's to Rick and Ilsa and the demise of Victor in some horrible fashion, like maybe death by she-demon."

Dean shrugged. "We just saw Casablanca."

"Good movie," John nodded. "And I agree with Sam."

Shot number two was finished.

"One more," Sam said.

"In a little while, Sammy," John told him. "The night is young and you don't need to pass out early." He called the waitress over and ordered some food for them.

"He's right, Sam," Dean added.

"Okay," Sam reluctantly agreed. "So Dad, how did you find this place?"

"Sam, I come to Kansas more than a few times a year. I know every place to have a good time."

Dean appeared to be deep in thought but a kick under the table from his father brought him back and he met John's questioning gaze. He stood up and put his hand out. "Dance with me, Sam?"

Sam looked at John, then back to Dean, then back to his father again.

"You looking for my approval, Sam?" John asked, already knowing the answer, but asking anyway.

"Yeah, Dad, I am. You said you accepted us, but...."

"Okay, Sammy. Bottom line is, I just want you to be happy. Do you love each other?" Two nods. "Are you going to be faithful to one another and not screw anybody else?" Two more nods. "Then I really don't give a flying fuck."

"You mean it, Dad?"

"Dean, is your brother really this dense or is it all a facade?"

"Oh, he is. Scary, huh?" Dean smirked.

"Very." John poured a shot. "Now go away."

The boys went onto the floor and had a hard time figuring out which one would lead.

Sam settled it by pointing out that he was taller so it should be him. He did stumble a bit at the start, but eventually the two fell into a rhythm.

They danced to Britney Spears and The Black Eyed Peas and then the DJ decided to rock out and put on George Thoroughgood's 'Bad To The Bone'.

Dean took full control as the opening guitar riffs came blaring out from the speakers. Finally a song he could really move to.

Dean turned Sam so that Sam's back was against his chest, one hand blatantly groping Sam's crotch, the other around his waist. His mouth attacked Sam's neck and Sam's eyes closed, leaning back, pressing his ass against Dean's groin. Sam's arms reached up and around Dean's neck, blindly stealing a kiss, which Dean was more then happy to give. Dean was humping Sam now, both his hands on Sam's clothed dick and then he undid the top button of Sam's pants and slid one hand inside. Sam's mouth fell open and he let himself feel nothing but the soft caress of Dean's fingers. Dean turned him and both hands slid down the back of Sam's pants and pulled him forward.

If they had been naked it would have been full-blown sex.

By the time the song ended, both were sweaty and looking at each other with longing.

"Where'd you learn to dance like that, Dean?"

"I didn't, Sam. I just made love to you fully clothed." He glanced down and redid Sam's pants. "If you want, we'll have another dance later, at home...naked."

"Naked is good," Sam nodded. "Another minute of that and I would have come in my pants." He leaned in for a kiss, moaning into Dean's mouth, trying to get his hands down the back of Dean's tight jeans. "What the hell did you do? Spray them on?"

"Down boy, heel," Dean grinned. "We're supposed to be hanging with Dad, remember?"

They went back to the table, just as a few appetizers were placed in front of them.

"Hey handsome, I wanted to ask you before...are you free later this evening?" the waitress asked.

"I'm busy," Dean and Sam both answered at the same time.

"I wasn't talking to either one of you." She licked her upper lip and smiled at John. "Wanna take me out?"

"You're kind of forward, aren't you?" John asked, eyes moving up and down her body.

She shrugged. "These days, you have to be."

"Doesn't bother me," John answered. "I like bold women."

"I get off in an hour."

"I'll wait." John stared at her as she walked away. "Whoa! That is one fine piece of ass."

"Dad," Sam frowned, "that's not a nice way to refer to a woman. They deserve respect."

"Sorry, Sammy," John smirked. "She's got a lovely body and I'm sure a winning personality also."

"And she's young enough to be your daughter," Sam pointed out.

"Sam, my sex life is none of your business."

"Look at the bright side, Dad," Dean said. "He's taking it better then the first time he saw you going out with a woman...."

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"Where's daddy going?" Seven year old Sam asked. "He took a shave and put on his best clothes."

"He's got a date."

"Why?"

"Well," Dean had to think, "because he likes this lady and wants to take her out to eat."

"Where we going to eat?" Sam asked innocently.

"Dad is going, stupid. Not us."

"I'm not stupid. I read better then you do. And why aren't we going too?"

"Because it's a date! And you don't read better then me!"

"Do too! The teacher says I'm reading at ninth grade level and I heard her tell Dad you're only at third. You're gonna get left back again."

"Yeah? Well...I can go hunting after my next birthday and you can't. Dad said so. So there!" Dean sat on his bed and sulked. "Who needs stupid reading or math anyway? It's not going to help me kill poltergeists."

"That's ghosts that make messes worse then I do. Right, Dean?" Dean remained silent. "Dean? I'm sorry I made ya feel bad."

Dean looked into his brother's eyes and couldn't help the smile. "Don't worry about it, bro'. We're cool."

"I don't like the lady."

"You haven't even met her."

"I don't care."

"I'm sure she's nice, Sammy. And Dad says we have to be nice to her. And no talking about hunting." Two cities back, John had been forced to take Sam to a shrink when Sam, after sneaking a look at his father's journal, told his teacher a demon killed his mother.

"I know that now, Dean. I was littler then. And I don't haveta be nice to anybody!" Sam insisted and went into the other room. "Daddy, can I go on your date?"

John laughed and pulled Sam into his lap. "No, Sam. Only grown-ups."

"Are you coming home?"

"Of course I'm coming home, Sammy."

"I think me and Dean should go with ya, just in case."

"I told him no, Dad," Dean added as he joined them.

"Sam," John said calmly, "sometimes grown-ups need to go out with other grown-ups. Just like you and your brother hang out with other kids."

"But what if...daddy, what if she's a...a...." Sam was struggling for the word. "A suckerpuss."

John nearly choked. "You mean a succubus?"

"Yeah. They're evil."

John looked at Dean, who shook his head. "I didn't tell him that."

"I read about 'em in that book." Sam pointed to a huge tome on demonology. "And it's got pictures too. They suck the life right out of you."

"Dean, put that book away, along with the others, would you please?" He smiled at Sam. "Sam, I'm going to have dinner with her and talk. That's all."

"You gonna have sex with her after?"

"I didn't tell him that either!" Dean said quickly.

John got up and Sam grabbed him by the arm.

"I don't want you to go!" Sam screamed. "Please, Daddy."

"Stop it, Sam!" John warned. "I am going out and I will see you later."

Sam picked up a book and threw it and Dean happened to walk in the way and got slammed in the face.

"OWW!" Dean grabbed his mouth. When he took his hand away he saw blood. "Dad...."

"Jesus, Dean, come here." John took Dean into the bathroom. "Take your hand away, son."

"It hurts." Dean was fighting back tears; he hated to cry.

John saw Sam in the doorway. "Sam, get an ice pack."

Sam stood frozen on the spot, eyes wide.

"SAM!"

Sam ran to the kitchen, doing as he was told. By the time he came back, he could see Dean's lip was swollen.

"I hate you, Sam!" Dean shouted at him as he took the ice pack.

"It was an accident!" Sam burst into tears.

"I still hate you!" Dean ran into the bedroom, fell down on the bed and started to cry himself.

John called his prospective date, explaining what happened. He hung up and turned to Sam, who was still crying.

"What if Dean never talks to me again?" Sam was convinced his brother did hate him now. "And I'm sorry about your date." He wasn't, not really, but he had to say it.

John could have yelled at him, but could see Sam felt bad enough. He didn't need to add to his son's pain. "I know, Sammy. Now, why don't you go apologize to him?"

"Okay," Sam sniffled and went into their room. "Dean?"

"Don't talk to me. I hate you."

Sam opened his backpack. "I got a Hershey bar and I'll share it if ya talk to me." He unwrapped it and gave a piece to his brother. "Here."

Dean sat up, wiping his eyes. "Where'd you get a candy bar?"

"Daddy gave it to me for my straight A's."

"I got one C, three D's and an F."

"I'm sorry for hurting you." Sam gave him another piece. "Please don't hate me." He looked like he was going to start crying again.

"I don't hate ya, Sammy. And I'm sorry I said that."

"Can I have a hug?"

Dean rolled his eyes. "I guess." He held Sam tight.

"I'll help you with your reading if you want, Dean."

"Okay, Sam. And can I tell you a secret?"

"What?"

"I didn't want him to go out on a stupid date either...."

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John shook his head at Sam. "Do you have any idea how long it had been since I...."

"At least she went out with you the next night, Dad," Dean smiled at him.

"And she wasn't a suckerpuss," Sam laughed. "Come to think of it, she was pretty hot."

"With legs up to..." Dean moved his hand to his neck, "...here. She gave me a boner."

"Ready to go, handsome?" The waitress came back over.

"I certainly am," John smiled at her. "By the way, what's your name?"

"Gina."

"Well, Gina, how about we go somewhere, get a cup of coffee and chat."

"Sounds good to me."

"Later boys." John left them with a knowing wink and a soft sigh. "I don't care what you say, Sammy. She's got a nice ass."

"Ready to go, Sam?"

"Yeah."

As they walked to the door, Dean turned to Sam and kissed him.

"What was that for?" Sam asked.

"For helping me get into fifth grade."

"I split your lip. It was the least I could do." Sam groped his ass. "Now, let's go home so I can watch that movie."

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