Already Home

Already Home.

Dean focused on the road, ignoring his younger brother of whom he's currently fighting with and trying to ignore the fact that his car, his baby, is pouring smoke out of her.

"Um, Dean, I think there's something wrong with the car." Sam suggested, his tone very condescending.

Yeah, so maybe right now wasn't the best time for Sam to be all smug, but Dean has been a bitch to him ever since he woke up this morning, so this is his way of getting back at him.

Dean sent a glare Sam's way that could cool off Florida in summer time.

"Because you know so much about cars." Dean's tone was harsh.

Sam looked over at Dean, smiling his 'as a matter of fact' smile. "I don't, but I know that when they smoke, something's wrong."

"I know what I'm doing Sam, just keep your comments to yourself." Dean barked, gripping the steering wheel so tight his knuckles were turning white.

"Okay, but don't say I didn't tell you." Sam turned his gaze to watching out the window, smirking a little wider as more smoke poured out of the car's engine.

Sure enough, the car slowed to a stop in the middle of fucking nowhere.

Dean banged his head on the steering wheel.

"Not one word, Sam." He nearly growled, keeping his glare set straight on the road.

Sam started laughing, shaking his head.

"I told you that something's wrong, but no," Sam stretched out the vowel. "I couldn't possibly be right."

"Sam, this is not the-"

"But I was," Sam got out of the car, slamming the door behind him. "I was right!" He threw his arms up for emphasis. "Again!"

Dean took a few deep breaths, trying and failing to be the bigger person, getting out of the car and mimicking his brother's slam of his door.

"What do you want? A fucking medal?" Dean yelled, circling in front of the car and getting up in Sam's face.

"No, I want you to stop treating me like I'm an idiot!" Sam screamed, turning around and storming off.

"You want me to stop treating you like an idiot?!" Dean scoffed. "You're the one who's all high and mighty with your Stanford self." Dean let out a light, humorless laugh. "Ya know what? Fuck you Sam." Dean walked angrily over to the front of the car. Someone has to fix it.

Sam stopped dead in his tracks at Dean's final curse at him and turned around.

"Fuck me? Fuck you!" Sam stormed over and pushed Dean against the hood of the car, holding him there by his wrists above his head.

It all happened so fast that Dean didn't have time to react, other than the smirk that spread over his face as he let out, "I'd like to see you try." At Sam's words.

Sam put his lips to Dean's, hard, feeling Dean smirk even wider. Sam pulled away and glared at him, taking off his own belt with one hand and tying Dean's hands together with it. Dean looked up at his now tied hands and let out a light moan.

"Always such a know-it-all," Sam growled, right next to Dean's ear, his hands sliding down to Dean's ass and squeezing, producing a small gasp from the older man. "Don't go here Sammy, stay here and do research Sammy, never let me think for myself."

"I-I don't think I'm the know-it-all," Dean argued breathlessly, making Sam move away from his ear to look at him.

"Shut up," Sam hissed, grabbing Dean's dick through his jeans, causing Dean to let out a few profane words. "Even in the bedroom, always gotta be in charge."