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Sam frowned in irritation as he was rudely awoken by a finger poking him roughly in the back. He knew it was dean trying to get his attention but he was too tired to care. He pretended to be asleep, hoping if Dean thought he was asleep he would leave him alone.

"I know you're awake Sam." Dean's voice cut through his hopes and made them dissapear like smoke.

"What do you want Dean?" Sam growled, not bothering to hide his annoyance at being awoken so early.

They had only gotten to sleep a few hours ago. Dean had been in a particularly horny mood and had kept Sam awake and extremely busy all night. Not that Sam was complaining, he liked sex as much as Dean did and had really enjoyed the night before, but he needed adequate time to recover which at the moment Dean was not allowing him.

"I want pie." Dean answered.

"Well then go and get pie." Sam mumbled as he closed his eyes and tried in vain to drift off back to sleep.

"I want you to go and get me pie." Dean rephrased.

"Dean, it's six o'clock in the morning. There is not a chance in hell I'm getting out of bed to buy you pie."

"Why not?"

Sam didn't even have to look at Dean to know he was pouting, he could hear it in his voice.

"Because I'm tired, it's cold outside and my ass hurts. Now can I please go back to sleep?" Sam was practically begging by the end.

Dean frowned, but was not about to give in yet. He slid forward so Sam could feel his breath on the back of his neck and trailed a finger seductively up and downs Sam's back, stopping at his tailbone.

"But baby, I'm hungry. So you can either feed me with pie, or you'll just have to feed me in other ways."

Dean cupped Sam's ass, making it quite clear how he expected Sam to 'feed' him. Sam weighed the pros and cons of staying there and having sex again, or getting out of bed and braving the cold morning air. He made his choice when the thought of having Dean inside him again made his ass ache in protest.

"Fine! I'll get your damn pie."

Dean looked a little upset that he wasn't getting sex, but happy that he was getting pie.

Sam slipped out of bed, wincing when his ass and lower back throbbed painfully. He quickly pulled his pants on, along with the cleanest shirt he could find and a jumper.

"Do we need anything else?" he asked as he tied his shoelaces.

Dean looked thoughtful for a moment while he took a mental stock list of all the things they might need.

"Lube, we're out of lube and you should probably get more condoms, we only have a couple left."

"What kind do you want?" Sam asked, grabbing his wallet and car keys out of Dean's jeans pocket.

"Surprise me. But don't get flavoured ones, they taste like shit."

"Ok. Pie, condoms and lube." Sam repeated to himself, "I can already imagine the weird looks I'll be getting."

"Don't take too long!" Dean yelled after him as he left.

Sam rolled his eyes and closed the door behind him. The freezing morning air made him shiver even through his thick jumper. He jogged over to the Impala, desperate to get out of the cold. Unlocking the door, he slipped inside.

He bit his lip as the unforgiving car seats did nothing to ease his discomfort. Pulling out of the motel parking lot, he turned left and headed to the supermarket, the only one that was open so early. When he reached the halfway mark, he couldn't help but think he had made the wrong choice.

He was cold, tired, sore and there was no way he was getting back to sleep. If he had chosen the sex, sure he'd be sore but he'd be in a nice warm bed while Dean did all the work. And Dean probably would have finished by now and he'd be sleeping again.

"Next time I'm taking the sex." he muttered to himself, as he pulled into the shop parking lot.

Looking around the empty parking lot he wasn't surprised to see he was the only one stupid enough to be out of bed.

"Fucking Dean and his fucking pie."

He braced himself before leaving the relative warmth of the car and got out, locking the door behind him. Before he entered the main shop, he ducked into the small bakery and bought three large pies. Two cherry and an apple, knowing if he just bought one, Dean would be hungry again in a few hours.

After that he made his way into the supermarket, heading straight for the aisle he wanted. He walked past pregnancy tests, bandaids and tampons before making it to his goal. He grabbed a lube of their usual lube and stepped slightly to the left to inspect the range of condoms. He hated buying condoms, that was Dean's department. Dean was the one that had to wear it, how the hell was Sam supposed to know what type Dean would prefer? Deciding to play it safe, he grabbed two boxes of regular ultra-thins, the coloured ones because Sam liked the coloured ones.

"Sam?"

Sam startled as the familiar voice called his name. He spun around wildly, looking for the source of the voice and then he found it. John was standing at the other end of the aisle. Sam was stunned speechless, they hadn't heard from John in nearly four months. All he could do was wave stupidly at him, then gave himself a mental slap, realising he'd been waving around the bottle of lube. John walked down the aisle towards Sam, giving him an odd look.

Sam wanted to throw the bottle of lube away, be realised that would make him look even weirder.

"Dad, what are you doing here?" was the best he could come up with.

"Bobby told me where you and Dean were. I've been looking for you both." John answered gruffly.

"How did you know I was in here?"

"Saw the Impala in the parking lot."

"Oh."

An awkward silence developed between them. John continued looking at him weirdly and he remembered suddenly he was still holding the boxes of condoms. His stomach dropped and his heart tried to crawl its way out of his chest. No matter how old you are, no one wants to be caught buying lube and condoms by a parent. Especially a parent who's idea of sexual education is ' If you can't keep it in your pants, don't get her pregnant'

He considered putting them back but decided against it. He was twenty-six, not thirteen, there was no reason for him to be embarrassed. At least he wouldn't be getting anyone pregnant. Admittedly he was buying them so he could continue to have a incestrial relationship with his brother while practicing safe sex, but John didn't need to know that.

"Well, I have everything." Sam broke the silence reluctantly and was horrified to see himself wave the bottle of lube around to demonstrate this point.

"Ok, well you go and pay for your….items. I'll be waiting in the parking lot." John said briskly, just as determined to leave the awkward condom moment behind them.

Sam agreed quickly and headed towards the nearest cashier. He placed his items down and shifted the plastic bag of pies to the crook of his elbow so he could pull out his phone and quickly dial Dean's number.

"Come on Dean, pick up the fucking phone." he muttered to himself, ignoring the odd look for the cashier.

"That comes to thirty-nine dollars." the cashier told him dully.

Sam pulled a fifty out of wallet and handed it over. While he was waiting for change, Dean picked up the phone.

"Sammy, where's my pie?"

"Calm down, I got your stupid pies."

"Pies? There's more then one?" Sam could hear his excitement.

"Dean right now we have bigger problems then your lack of pie." Sam growled, taking his change and stuffing it back in his wallet.

"What?"

"I ran into dad. Apparently he's been looking for us."

"How is that a problem?"

Sam rolled his eyes and his brothers inability to see the bigger picture. He took he shopping bag and stood outside near the bakery where he was sure John couldn't see him.

"Dean, our motel room only has one bed. Don't you think that will raise a few questions?"

The line was silent. Sam began a countdown in his head, 5...4...3...2.…1...

"Shit!"

"Yep."

"What are we gonna do?" Dean was panicking, no doubt pacing the room.

"Check out of that one and check into one with two beds. Move all our crap into it before dad and I get back."

"Ok…..hey Sam?"

"Yeah?"

"Did ya get the lube and condoms?"

Dean sounded like a child asking for Christmas presents and Sam couldn't suppress a small smile.

"Yeah Dean, I got them."

"Awesome."

"I gotta go, dad's waiting for me."

"Ok, I'll text you our new room number."

"Love you."

"Love you to ya big girl."

Sam flipped the phone lid down, ending the call. As he walked in the parking lot, he spotted John immediately. He had parked his car next to the Impala. Seeing his standing there as impassive as ever, made Sam's heart sink. How were he and Dean meant to hide what they had from John? They hadn't had to hide it for a long time, what if they weren't as good at as they used to be?

"We are so screwed." Sam whispered.

He unlocked the card door and hopped in, watching John do the same through the rear-view mirror. He flipped open his phone when it began to vibrate, signalling he had a new message.

'Room 34'

"I don't know why I even bothered buying condoms, I'm definitely not getting sex now."

Now Sam really wished he had taken option two, because it looked like John was sticking around for awhile. And rule number one when John was around, no sex.

"Yep. No sex for me." he mumbled glumly, pulling into the motel parking lot and parking in the empty space in front of room thirty-four.

He grabbed Dean's pies but before he got out, he shoved the condoms and lube into the glove box. He knocked on the motel door and Dean answered straight away, sweaty from having to move all their stuff in such short notice.

"Where's dad?" he asked, nervously looking around.

"Booking a room I'm betting." Sam muttered, walking past Dean into their new room.

He put the pies on the kitchen bench and couldn't suppress at Dean's enthusiasm when he spotted the pies.

"You realise we're screwed right?" Sam asked, flopping down onto the dusty couch. "like amazingly, epically screwed."

Dean sighed and pushed the half eaten pie away, no longer hungry. The thought of John finding out twisting his stomach into knots.

"Yeah Sammy, I know."

Loud knocking at the door made them both jump and their hearts beat wildly in their chests.

"It's me!" Johns voice echoed through the door.

"How did he know which room we were in?"

"He's dad." Dean answered with a shrug, getting up to open the door.

"Oh yeah, that makes me feel better." Sam mumbled to himself.

Dean hummed in agreement, standing aside so John could enter.

"Hey dad."

"Dean." John grunted in aknowledgement, pushing past Dean.

Sam felt sorry for Dean when John practically ignored him, he looked like a kicked puppy. He watched John enter the room with an air of superiority and his natural feelings of contempt and irritation towards John once again flooded his system.

He hated it when his showed up out of the blue. All he did was cause disruption. John would come in, mess with his and Dean's lives and relationship and leave again. Not only that, but because he made Sam angry, he would eventually take his anger out on Dean. However what Sam hated most, was not the way John treated him, but the way he treated Dean. Sam had never really cared for Johns opinion, but it meant everything to Dean. And whenever John was around of any period of time, Dean was miserable.

"So, why are you here dad?" Dean asked, returning to the comfort of his pie.

"Bobby's got a jog for us."

"What kind of job?"

"A job."

Sam glared as John's evasive answers but bit his lip and kept his mouth shut.

"When do we leave?" Dean asked to break the uncomfortable silence.

"First thing tomorrow we leave for Bobby's place."

"If the job is near Bobby's place, why doesn't he deal with it?" Sam spoke up, irritation clear in his voice.

"He has his reasons." John grunted.

Sam opened his mouth to argue but snapped it shut when Dean sent him a pleading look.

"Sammy." Dean warned, knowing Sam was close to starting a argument.

Sam just rolled his eyes and huffed, crossed his arms and sunk into the couch. He didn't really care how childish he was acting.

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