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Title: Vacation
Pairing: Sam/Dean
Rating: PG-13
“Welcome to Bedford B&B, Mister Ulrich. My name’s James and on behalf of the Bedford, we’re happy that you’ve chosen us for your special occasion!”
“Special occasion? Oh, yeah right. Guess me and Sammy haven’t taken a vacation in I don’t know long. Right Sammy?” Dean grinned at his brother.
Sam Winchester stared back, wondering not for the first time, how Dean could be such a skilled hunter and yet so oblivious to what was going around him. From the first moment they’d entered the quaint bed and breakfast, it had been clear to Sam that as usual, Dean’s timing of their little vacation corresponded in a most awkward fashion to current events. The rainbow banner above the check-in desk had been his first clue, one that Dean had glanced at briefly, grinned, and declared well, that’s cheery before he caught the eye of the concierge and proceeded to work the check-in.
Sam in the meantime quickly googled the date on his IPhone and confirmed, that yep, tomorrow, Oct 11th was National Coming Out day. As he caught sight of a couple coming down the stairs, their definitely male hands entwined together, he grinned back. This was going to be fun. Leaning forward, he palmed his brother’s lower back, letting his fingers brush up his spine.
“Definitely a long time, Dean. You never take me anywhere anymore that doesn’t involve work, cheap motels, and just hiding me away. So this is such a nice surprise.” Sam waggled his eyebrows, and did a mental fist-pump as James smiled broader while Dean looked like he’d just seen Sam sprout a second head.
“Well gentlemen, I think we can make this even nicer for you two. We’ve had a recent cancellation and it would be our pleasure to upgrade your accommodations to one of our premium suites,” James winked, “at no extra charge to you of course.”
“Wow, Jimmy, that’s awesome. Isn’t that awesome Sam?” Dean seemed to gather his wits at the promise of more bang for his buck, but Sam wasn’t ready to let it go.
“It certainly is, Dean.” Sam winked at James, “We may never want to leave it!” And yeah, there it was, the second head grew horns.
“Well, the mini bar is very well stocked,” James chuckled, “But I do hope you’ll join us in the main Dining Hall for this evening’s reception, starting at the top of the hour.”
“Sounds wonderful, James.” Sam slid in closer to Dean but resisted, barely, slipping his hand in his brother’s back pocket. That might be a little over the top, maybe later though as he felt Dean’s slight shift away from him. He smirked, “I’ve been told that we have all week to enjoy our vacation so we wouldn’t think of missing it.”
James laughed as he handed over a key, “Well Mr. and Mr. Ulrich, you are all checked-in. You’re in room 16, up the stairs, to the left, and last room on the right. I sincerely hope you enjoy your stay with us and you be sure to let me know if there is anything I can do to make this week even more special.”
As Dean grabbed the key and turned away with a grumbled, thanks. Sam barely restrained a cackle. Apologetically, he nodded back to James, “We’ve been on the road all day, he just needs a little downtime before dinner.”
“I understand perfectly sir,” James commiserated, “Mine gets a little touchy when we travel too, but we do know how to relax them, don’t we?”
They shared a grin as Dean barked on his way up the stairs, “Comin’ Sammy?”
“Duty calls,” Sam replied to James, as he slung his duffel over his shoulder and raced up the stairs, trailing after his stalking brother.
“So you wanna tell me what that was all about?” Dean grumbled when Sam caught up with him, pushing the door open to their suite.
“Swear you two sounded like you were making a date,” Dean’s voice trailed off as he took in the room. It was larger than anything that they were used to, full length claw-footed sofa chaise lounge along one wall, table and chairs set up in a well-appointed kitchenette on the opposite, and in one back corner, windows framed a large square-shaped back spa bath and overlooked a picturesque view of the mountainside. But what held his gaze was the large black satin covered bed jutting out into the middle of the room from the other corner, a single large black satin covered bed. On either side of the head of the bed, thick maroon and black candles sat on stands of varying heights, and as if there were any doubts as to the recommended usage of the setting, a couple of strategically placed deep red heart-shaped pillows completed the picture.
“Umm, James made a mistake, it was supposed to be a double.” Dean mumbled as he rubbed the back of his neck nervously. Sam snorted back a laugh, the flush on his brother’s face telegraphing his embarrassment.
“I’m serious, I booked it online, a double!” Dean snapped, “Don’t worry, I’ll take the sofa, you can have the bed.”
Grumbling, Dean tossed his duffel against the lounge and stomped off towards a cracked open door, “This better be the crapper.”
“Dean, it’s an upgrade. And that piece of fru-fru will kill your back. It’s not as if we’ve never shared a bed before,” Sam sighed in exasperation as he dropped his own bag and followed his brother. In the face of a slammed door, he couldn’t resist one more jibe, “Besides, it’s romantic. Bet with all the candles lit…” Dean’s garbled “Fuck you!” through the bathroom door made it all worth it.
By the time Dean made his reappearance, Sam had swept the room, placed a few strategically located demon traps, and laid the salt lines. His brother’s grunted acknowledgement and little else when he advised him of that led the first inklings of guilt. After a few minutes of watching Dean stomp around in a huff and yanking clothes out of his duffel, Sam decided to come clean.
“Hey Dean, you probably didn’t know but -”
“You know what Sammy, let’s just leave it alone. We’re on vacation and what I do know is I’m starved and there’s a free meal waiting downstairs. So I say let’s head down to this reception and get some grub.” A bright smile painted on his face, Dean shrugged and headed to the door.
“Yeah, okay, sure.” Biting back a retort about getting whiplash trying to keep up with his brother’s mood swings, Sam locked the door behind them and followed Dean down the stairs.
Dinner all in all went pretty well. Being among the early arrivals, only a few other tables were occupied and Sam was thankful that the PDA was fairly low-key. Although Dean hadn’t seemed to notice what there was of it, or even the fact that heterosexual couples were among the minority. It was over the crème brulee that it went to shit when Sam decided he couldn’t resist one last gouge.
“You know, I never noticed how green your eyes are.”
“Wha-at?”
“Your eyes, the candlelight really brings out the green in them.” Smiling demurely, Sam reached over and laid his hand over Dean’s, stroking along the side of Dean’s palm with his thumb. For a moment, Dean sat petrified, then his eyes dropped down to where their hands rested together, and in the next he pushed his chair back with more force than necessary and was backing away from the table. His son of a bitch raised a few eyebrows amongst the other diners and then Sam was staring at his brother’s back as Dean blew out of the room.
“Is everything alright Mr. Ulrich?” James appeared at his elbow, concern written on his face.
“Yeah, it will be – I just pushed a little too far is all.”
“Hmm, well it’s not easy road to follow in this world. That’s one of the reasons why the Bedford hosts this week every year, a chance to relax with like-minded folk and be ourselves.”
“James, if only it were that simple,” Sam laughed. “I should probably head up, apologize, and throw myself on the mercy of the court.”
“I’ll cross my fingers that you’re not banished to the couch for the night for you then.” James grinned conspiratorially.
“Thanks, I need all the help I can get.” Sam waved good-naturedly and headed up to the room.
In the short time it took to get back to their room, Sam reached three conclusions. First, the couplely thing – to be perceived as each other’s significant other – was actually kind of nice. It’s been a long time since he’d been one half of a couple, in a relationship, and he missed it. Which led to his second conclusion, that he wasn’t really that weirded out at the idea of being a couple with his brother as maybe he should be. It wasn’t that big a stretch, over the years, there’d been moments that he’d look at Dean, and not see his pain-in-the-ass big brother, but something else that he’d quickly tuck away. Which in his final conclusion, would need to be buried deep if Dean’s reaction was anything to judge by. Although, if he really got down to it, Dean was acting strange, even stranger than he normally did in similar circumstances. At the very least, as much fun as it had been to fool around with it, Sam needed to clear the air before he really did spoil their vacation before it even got started.
Determined to come clean, Sam pushed open the door to room 16 and found pretty much what he’d expected. Dean had grabbed a couple of the pillows from the bed and was leaning up against them at one end of the sofa, a blanket rested near his feet at the other. He studiously ignored Sam’s entrance, seemingly engrossed in whatever he was doing on the laptop propped up against his bent up legs.
“Look, Dean, I’m sorry. I guess I got a little carried away but I was just joking around. When we were checking in and I realized what was happening this week, it seemed a perfect setup.”
“What was happening this week?”
“Well, tomorrow is National Coming Out Day. It’s a day to celebrate -”
“I know what it is!” Dean shoved his laptop closed and sat up.
“That’s one of the reasons I booked this place, for this week. And then you make like it’s some joke.”
Dean stood up and started pacing.
“I knew this was a bad idea… I was trying to be subtle! So sue me if I wanted to save some face if this blew up in my face! Which it did!”
“Dean, you usually do subtle like you’re swinging a sledgehammer – how was I to know? And hold on, what do you mean?!? We’re brothers!”
“Exactly! Shit, this was a bad idea.” Dean turned around and Sam knew he was losing his last chance, if he didn’t take the leap. Quickly he grabbed Dean’s sleeve and pulled him back around. Not letting go, he spoke quieter, calmer, knowing that everything depended on getting Dean to admit what Sam had already acknowledged to himself long before, but had never been brave enough to make that final move.
“No wait, what are you saying?”
Dean sighed, “No, it’s stupid, just let it be Sam.” His eyes begged for the easy out, a return to their normal, all Sam had to do was agree.
Taking a deep breath, Sam took the plunge, after all, Dean had taken the first risk like he always did, “Maybe it’s not stupid. Maybe I…” One more fortifying breath and Sam ripped off the bandage, laid it out, “MaybeIfeelthesameway.”
He ducked his head and then raised his eyes to peak through his bangs, watching as Dean slowly mouthed his words back, slowly, comprehension settling his previous anger into wonder and finally a tentative smile spread across his lips.
“Are you sure Sammy?” Dean’s voice was shaky, with fear, with hope, “I know how fucked up this is, but what we got goes beyond being brothers. All the crap we’ve been through, what everyone has pushed on us, you’re the only one I can count on to have my back, and that I trust with everything I am. I love you, so much more than just as my brother, you’re the other half of me. And I think that’s a pretty good start for being more to each other for now and however long we live.”
Sam lifted his head, staring in his brother’s eyes, the words hanging heavy between them. He could still laugh it off, taunt his brother for the chick flick moment (brother screamed that one part of him that the mores of society dictated what he was even thinking was a mortal sin), and maybe they could flee back from where this was headed. Or, he could step off the precipice with Dean.
“Yeah, I’m sure. I’m afraid, but it’s always been you.” Dropping his hand from the death grip it had on brother’s arm, Sam leaned forward and pressed his lips against Dean’s.
When Dean didn’t respond, Sam pulled back, memories of the pranks they’d played on each other over the years, and holy shit what if this was the biggest prank of all? But the terror that had struck for a brief moment flashed out when Dean’s arm snaked out and grabbed Sam before he could dart away.
“So, we’re really doing this, Mr. Ulrich?” Dean’s gaze held Sam’s as he pulled him close. His lips touched Sam’s gently, tongue darting to trace along the seam.
“Yes,” Sam breathed his answer back as he opened up to his brother.
-Finis-
Pairing: Sam/Dean
Rating: PG-13
“Welcome to Bedford B&B, Mister Ulrich. My name’s James and on behalf of the Bedford, we’re happy that you’ve chosen us for your special occasion!”
“Special occasion? Oh, yeah right. Guess me and Sammy haven’t taken a vacation in I don’t know long. Right Sammy?” Dean grinned at his brother.
Sam Winchester stared back, wondering not for the first time, how Dean could be such a skilled hunter and yet so oblivious to what was going around him. From the first moment they’d entered the quaint bed and breakfast, it had been clear to Sam that as usual, Dean’s timing of their little vacation corresponded in a most awkward fashion to current events. The rainbow banner above the check-in desk had been his first clue, one that Dean had glanced at briefly, grinned, and declared well, that’s cheery before he caught the eye of the concierge and proceeded to work the check-in.
Sam in the meantime quickly googled the date on his IPhone and confirmed, that yep, tomorrow, Oct 11th was National Coming Out day. As he caught sight of a couple coming down the stairs, their definitely male hands entwined together, he grinned back. This was going to be fun. Leaning forward, he palmed his brother’s lower back, letting his fingers brush up his spine.
“Definitely a long time, Dean. You never take me anywhere anymore that doesn’t involve work, cheap motels, and just hiding me away. So this is such a nice surprise.” Sam waggled his eyebrows, and did a mental fist-pump as James smiled broader while Dean looked like he’d just seen Sam sprout a second head.
“Well gentlemen, I think we can make this even nicer for you two. We’ve had a recent cancellation and it would be our pleasure to upgrade your accommodations to one of our premium suites,” James winked, “at no extra charge to you of course.”
“Wow, Jimmy, that’s awesome. Isn’t that awesome Sam?” Dean seemed to gather his wits at the promise of more bang for his buck, but Sam wasn’t ready to let it go.
“It certainly is, Dean.” Sam winked at James, “We may never want to leave it!” And yeah, there it was, the second head grew horns.
“Well, the mini bar is very well stocked,” James chuckled, “But I do hope you’ll join us in the main Dining Hall for this evening’s reception, starting at the top of the hour.”
“Sounds wonderful, James.” Sam slid in closer to Dean but resisted, barely, slipping his hand in his brother’s back pocket. That might be a little over the top, maybe later though as he felt Dean’s slight shift away from him. He smirked, “I’ve been told that we have all week to enjoy our vacation so we wouldn’t think of missing it.”
James laughed as he handed over a key, “Well Mr. and Mr. Ulrich, you are all checked-in. You’re in room 16, up the stairs, to the left, and last room on the right. I sincerely hope you enjoy your stay with us and you be sure to let me know if there is anything I can do to make this week even more special.”
As Dean grabbed the key and turned away with a grumbled, thanks. Sam barely restrained a cackle. Apologetically, he nodded back to James, “We’ve been on the road all day, he just needs a little downtime before dinner.”
“I understand perfectly sir,” James commiserated, “Mine gets a little touchy when we travel too, but we do know how to relax them, don’t we?”
They shared a grin as Dean barked on his way up the stairs, “Comin’ Sammy?”
“Duty calls,” Sam replied to James, as he slung his duffel over his shoulder and raced up the stairs, trailing after his stalking brother.
“So you wanna tell me what that was all about?” Dean grumbled when Sam caught up with him, pushing the door open to their suite.
“Swear you two sounded like you were making a date,” Dean’s voice trailed off as he took in the room. It was larger than anything that they were used to, full length claw-footed sofa chaise lounge along one wall, table and chairs set up in a well-appointed kitchenette on the opposite, and in one back corner, windows framed a large square-shaped back spa bath and overlooked a picturesque view of the mountainside. But what held his gaze was the large black satin covered bed jutting out into the middle of the room from the other corner, a single large black satin covered bed. On either side of the head of the bed, thick maroon and black candles sat on stands of varying heights, and as if there were any doubts as to the recommended usage of the setting, a couple of strategically placed deep red heart-shaped pillows completed the picture.
“Umm, James made a mistake, it was supposed to be a double.” Dean mumbled as he rubbed the back of his neck nervously. Sam snorted back a laugh, the flush on his brother’s face telegraphing his embarrassment.
“I’m serious, I booked it online, a double!” Dean snapped, “Don’t worry, I’ll take the sofa, you can have the bed.”
Grumbling, Dean tossed his duffel against the lounge and stomped off towards a cracked open door, “This better be the crapper.”
“Dean, it’s an upgrade. And that piece of fru-fru will kill your back. It’s not as if we’ve never shared a bed before,” Sam sighed in exasperation as he dropped his own bag and followed his brother. In the face of a slammed door, he couldn’t resist one more jibe, “Besides, it’s romantic. Bet with all the candles lit…” Dean’s garbled “Fuck you!” through the bathroom door made it all worth it.
By the time Dean made his reappearance, Sam had swept the room, placed a few strategically located demon traps, and laid the salt lines. His brother’s grunted acknowledgement and little else when he advised him of that led the first inklings of guilt. After a few minutes of watching Dean stomp around in a huff and yanking clothes out of his duffel, Sam decided to come clean.
“Hey Dean, you probably didn’t know but -”
“You know what Sammy, let’s just leave it alone. We’re on vacation and what I do know is I’m starved and there’s a free meal waiting downstairs. So I say let’s head down to this reception and get some grub.” A bright smile painted on his face, Dean shrugged and headed to the door.
“Yeah, okay, sure.” Biting back a retort about getting whiplash trying to keep up with his brother’s mood swings, Sam locked the door behind them and followed Dean down the stairs.
Dinner all in all went pretty well. Being among the early arrivals, only a few other tables were occupied and Sam was thankful that the PDA was fairly low-key. Although Dean hadn’t seemed to notice what there was of it, or even the fact that heterosexual couples were among the minority. It was over the crème brulee that it went to shit when Sam decided he couldn’t resist one last gouge.
“You know, I never noticed how green your eyes are.”
“Wha-at?”
“Your eyes, the candlelight really brings out the green in them.” Smiling demurely, Sam reached over and laid his hand over Dean’s, stroking along the side of Dean’s palm with his thumb. For a moment, Dean sat petrified, then his eyes dropped down to where their hands rested together, and in the next he pushed his chair back with more force than necessary and was backing away from the table. His son of a bitch raised a few eyebrows amongst the other diners and then Sam was staring at his brother’s back as Dean blew out of the room.
“Is everything alright Mr. Ulrich?” James appeared at his elbow, concern written on his face.
“Yeah, it will be – I just pushed a little too far is all.”
“Hmm, well it’s not easy road to follow in this world. That’s one of the reasons why the Bedford hosts this week every year, a chance to relax with like-minded folk and be ourselves.”
“James, if only it were that simple,” Sam laughed. “I should probably head up, apologize, and throw myself on the mercy of the court.”
“I’ll cross my fingers that you’re not banished to the couch for the night for you then.” James grinned conspiratorially.
“Thanks, I need all the help I can get.” Sam waved good-naturedly and headed up to the room.
In the short time it took to get back to their room, Sam reached three conclusions. First, the couplely thing – to be perceived as each other’s significant other – was actually kind of nice. It’s been a long time since he’d been one half of a couple, in a relationship, and he missed it. Which led to his second conclusion, that he wasn’t really that weirded out at the idea of being a couple with his brother as maybe he should be. It wasn’t that big a stretch, over the years, there’d been moments that he’d look at Dean, and not see his pain-in-the-ass big brother, but something else that he’d quickly tuck away. Which in his final conclusion, would need to be buried deep if Dean’s reaction was anything to judge by. Although, if he really got down to it, Dean was acting strange, even stranger than he normally did in similar circumstances. At the very least, as much fun as it had been to fool around with it, Sam needed to clear the air before he really did spoil their vacation before it even got started.
Determined to come clean, Sam pushed open the door to room 16 and found pretty much what he’d expected. Dean had grabbed a couple of the pillows from the bed and was leaning up against them at one end of the sofa, a blanket rested near his feet at the other. He studiously ignored Sam’s entrance, seemingly engrossed in whatever he was doing on the laptop propped up against his bent up legs.
“Look, Dean, I’m sorry. I guess I got a little carried away but I was just joking around. When we were checking in and I realized what was happening this week, it seemed a perfect setup.”
“What was happening this week?”
“Well, tomorrow is National Coming Out Day. It’s a day to celebrate -”
“I know what it is!” Dean shoved his laptop closed and sat up.
“That’s one of the reasons I booked this place, for this week. And then you make like it’s some joke.”
Dean stood up and started pacing.
“I knew this was a bad idea… I was trying to be subtle! So sue me if I wanted to save some face if this blew up in my face! Which it did!”
“Dean, you usually do subtle like you’re swinging a sledgehammer – how was I to know? And hold on, what do you mean?!? We’re brothers!”
“Exactly! Shit, this was a bad idea.” Dean turned around and Sam knew he was losing his last chance, if he didn’t take the leap. Quickly he grabbed Dean’s sleeve and pulled him back around. Not letting go, he spoke quieter, calmer, knowing that everything depended on getting Dean to admit what Sam had already acknowledged to himself long before, but had never been brave enough to make that final move.
“No wait, what are you saying?”
Dean sighed, “No, it’s stupid, just let it be Sam.” His eyes begged for the easy out, a return to their normal, all Sam had to do was agree.
Taking a deep breath, Sam took the plunge, after all, Dean had taken the first risk like he always did, “Maybe it’s not stupid. Maybe I…” One more fortifying breath and Sam ripped off the bandage, laid it out, “MaybeIfeelthesameway.”
He ducked his head and then raised his eyes to peak through his bangs, watching as Dean slowly mouthed his words back, slowly, comprehension settling his previous anger into wonder and finally a tentative smile spread across his lips.
“Are you sure Sammy?” Dean’s voice was shaky, with fear, with hope, “I know how fucked up this is, but what we got goes beyond being brothers. All the crap we’ve been through, what everyone has pushed on us, you’re the only one I can count on to have my back, and that I trust with everything I am. I love you, so much more than just as my brother, you’re the other half of me. And I think that’s a pretty good start for being more to each other for now and however long we live.”
Sam lifted his head, staring in his brother’s eyes, the words hanging heavy between them. He could still laugh it off, taunt his brother for the chick flick moment (brother screamed that one part of him that the mores of society dictated what he was even thinking was a mortal sin), and maybe they could flee back from where this was headed. Or, he could step off the precipice with Dean.
“Yeah, I’m sure. I’m afraid, but it’s always been you.” Dropping his hand from the death grip it had on brother’s arm, Sam leaned forward and pressed his lips against Dean’s.
When Dean didn’t respond, Sam pulled back, memories of the pranks they’d played on each other over the years, and holy shit what if this was the biggest prank of all? But the terror that had struck for a brief moment flashed out when Dean’s arm snaked out and grabbed Sam before he could dart away.
“So, we’re really doing this, Mr. Ulrich?” Dean’s gaze held Sam’s as he pulled him close. His lips touched Sam’s gently, tongue darting to trace along the seam.
“Yes,” Sam breathed his answer back as he opened up to his brother.
-Finis-
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Just so sweet, and Dean, bless his heart! I just wanna smoosh him for being so cute and hopeless! x
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This is so adorable and perfect -- not only are Sam and Dean on vacation, but it's pretend!couple (kinda) turning into a real couple and that's pretty much my FAVORITE thing ever. I love how Sam keeps winding Dean up and playing his boyfriend, because that's such a sibling thing to do, and the way Dean blows up and thing resolve is awesome! Absolutely wonderful, anon ♥
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Thanks!!
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