Blind Trust

Summary: A witch & a messed up curse gets all turned around to leave Dean without a way to communicate and leaves Sam fighting to save his brother in the only way he hopes will work despite knowing that Dean doesn't share the feelings Sam's had for years. Both Winchesters must trust blindly if Dean is to survive. *Hurt/cursed/blind/mute/deaf/confused!Dean & Worried/concerned/protective!Sam* Set in S5. (Dean/Sam) First time Wincest.

Warnings: Warnings for language and the usual explicit content that go along with all things Wincest.

Pairings: Dean and Sam.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything except my too evil mind.

Author Note: This one was set as a 1-shot but it turned slightly complicated so it'll probably be a 2-shot. I don't do first time pieces often and this one got a little harder due to the unique curse Dean got hit with but just trust me. There is a plan to this insanity.

~Chapter One~

"Dean! Dean!"

Normally stealth and secrecy would have been called for but this time finding his missing brother before he became the next victim of the succubus they'd been hunting was more important to Sam Winchester when he kicked in the door to the old farmhouse way outside the tiny South Dakota town they'd been hunting in the last week.

Gun pulled, knife within easy access as he stepped over the threshold, the first thing Sam noticed was the dead and shriveled body of the former librarian who had been using the towns men of her own personal sex toys until they either died like this or killed themselves in a sexual frenzy.

Seeing the succubus dead with a dagger in her heart twisted Sam's guts because he didn't know where his brother was and this was where Dean's last message to him said he was going to check it out. So if he'd killed the monster they were hunting then where in the hell was his older brother and why did all of Sam's internal radar scream trouble.

"Dean! Damn it, answer me!" Sam's fingers on the gun shook a little but he shoved that down since he could still hear the stern voice of Bobby Singer yelling at his brother that it was too soon since Sam's final detox from demon blood for him to be in the field again.

He wanted to both prove that he could hunt again after the slip up he'd made while trying to save his brother and Castiel from the Horseman Famine and also to hopefully try to rebuild some of the trust Dean had lost in him lately.

The farmhouse was all on one floor Sam knew from a hurried scan of the blueprints at City Hall that morning when he was putting together the pieces of what connected all the men killed to where their bodies had been found. It had a small root cellar but Sam's gut was leading him to check the rooms on the main floor before going down.

"Hello, Agent Wagner."

Spinning when he stepped through the door to the casual but creepily decorated living room, Sam's weapon raised to aim straight at the chest of the assistant medical examiner they'd been working with to get access to the bodies.

The young ME had been nice enough and cooperative to their questions, odd as a few of them were given's Dean's abrupt nature, and maybe that was why Sam hadn't liked the man from the start…or it could have been the way he'd caught Michael Palmer staring at Dean's ass more than once that had done it.

Sam had grown up watching the girls at school throw themselves at his brother. He'd seen the way waitresses went out of their way to flirt at diners or bars and he also hadn't missed the few guys who watched or checked out his cocky and ruggedly drop dead gorgeous brother when he was bent over a pool table.

The younger hunter had just accepted Dean was a magnet for women and usually rolled his eyes at the men but there had been the odd guy that had brought out Sam's alert for trouble and he'd always been quick to head those off at the pass because he knew his brother didn't swing that way; not that he was stupid to think Dean hadn't resorted to a few things in their life but that had always been because he'd had no other choice.

If Sam had thought for one damn instant it wasn't he'd have already spilled his guts to Dean about something he'd been working since his teenage years to bury, ignore, work off or pray his brother, the man he still looked up to, never found out about.

Not that he'd ever let on that watching the assistant ME check Dean out had pissed him off but now that he was pointing a gun at the man's chest as he sat casually on the sofa in the room with an arm draped over the back like he wasn't in the least bit alarmed by the dead monster in the foyer or the gun aimed at him and that he also didn't sound surprised to see Sam there the hunter began to think something else was going on.

"Where is he?" Sam demanded, taking in the room with cautious eyes that always went back to the black haired man who, dressed in jeans and denim jacket, didn't look like the professional he'd made himself out to be.

"Where's who, Agent?" Palmer asked calmly, blue eyes sparkling as he now allowed himself to take in the taller man who he'd always felt from the first moment he'd laid eyes on the pair didn't like him.

"Where's my brother, Palmer?" normally Sam knew not to break cover in the middle of a case but he suspected it wouldn't matter what he said now because the hunter in him was screaming the ME was not what he'd let on to be.

A narrow eyebrow rose up at that and the man gave Sam a deeper, more thoughtful look. "You're brothers?" he pursed his lips. "Well, that certainly puts this into a much different…level of play. I've never played with brothers before but then if it made a difference I wouldn't have been able to put him under."

"Under?" Sam repeated, hazel eyes narrowing as he took another step forward. "Under what? Where's Dean? What did you do to him and what the hell are you?"

"In there," a nod to a door off to the side and he showed his hands to mean he wasn't armed but Sam knew that didn't always mean there wasn't a threat. "I'm not going to attack you…Sam," he assured him, a slight accent now coming out in his laid back voice as he offered a small smile. "I've already done what I needed to. Now the ball is in your court."

Watching the man closer at the use of his name since as far as he could recall Dean had never used it in front of him, Sam kept his weapon trained on him while backing to the door to open it and then he no longer gave a damn if the other man attacked him or not once he glanced in to see his brother.

"Dean!" he was across the room to where his older brother was laying on the floor with his wrists tied together and then tied to the bottom of the bed while his ankles were also tied while his suit jacket and shirt had both been stripped off to leave his chest bare except for some form of mark that appeared to have been smeared on with…Sam prayed it was paint and not blood.

Dropping to his knees beside his brother, Sam's first move was to check for a pulse which was beating strongly under his fingertips but yet Dean's breathing seemed labored.

"Tell me what you did to my brother or I'll make you pay before I shoot you in the damn heart," Sam's voice very rarely dropped to the low dangerous tone his brother could switch to at the drop of a hat but this time as he kept himself between Dean and Palmer it was pure threat.

"Killing me won't help Dean now, Sam. Only you can help him…but shooting me now could also result in me just killing you both," the man leaned in the door to merely watch as Sam began to work on the bonds. "I'd wait until he woke up to do that," he advised easily. "It'll be slightly easier to try to get him to understand it's you if he can't throw a punch…because he will throw one if he's loose."

Biting his lip to keep from screaming at the man, Sam began to try to get his brother to wake up. "Did you drug him?" he asked over his shoulder, fingers touching his gun when he heard a step. "Come close to me and I don't give a crap what you say you'll do I will put a damn bullet in you before you can touch my brother again."

"Y'know it's been quite some time since I've seen a bond so close and yet aren't matched," Palmer mused, not going too close but wanting to gauge the younger man's emotions and actions. "I don't drug my marks, Sam. I don't have to. The spell usually works well enough and then whatever happens…happens."

"Spell?" Sam's head jerked up then back at the mark to feel his blood beginning to run cold. "You're a witch?" he blinked. "What the hell is a witch doing working with a succubus?"

Palmer's eyes rolled. "Please. I pick those I work with and those I mark very carefully, little hunter. If I didn't I wouldn't have lived as long as I have. I've been just as curious about who was causing those deaths as you two were, especially since she's messing up my pattern.

"I don't kill outright as much as I try to give my marks what they want in a unique way. She was causing too much havoc. Clearing since it brought too hunters to my town and now I'll have to start over someplace new," he sounded disgusted by that, shaking his head as if to warn against going for the gun. "I could've killed him after he killed the thing out there but there was just something about Dean that told me now to. That he'd be much more interesting to play with…now that I really see you, now that I know you're brothers…it'll be interesting to see if you can do what's needed before his time runs out."

Sam hated witches. Not with the burning passion his brother did but it was officially coming close this time. "A fuck or die curse?" he stared at his new foe with something akin to horror on his face.

This wouldn't be the first time they'd come up against one of those but this tiny little town didn't have much in the way of loose women or even a decent bar that he could pick one up just so his brother's life would be saved. Though something about the way the witch's face went blank before a smile formed twisted his gut because Sam suddenly knew this was more than a simple fuck or die curse.

"What did you do to him?" he asked tightly, feeling Dean begin to stir under his hand but something felt wrong to Sam, the shallow breathing and the odd noises his brother made making him look down. "Answer me! What game're you playing with him?"

"My game is to give who I choose what they want most in sex. Usually that means a mind blowing orgasm or an admittance of feeling. How the spell reacts is different in each person and…it reacted to your brother in a way that I've never seen in over three hundred years of living," Palmer moved around until he could kneel away from the Winchesters but still allow Sam to see his face.

"In some people the spell makes them blind if they're blind to what's in front of them. In others it might make them mute if they have a problem speaking their emotions or love for the person they love most or with some it makes them deaf if they can't bring themselves to hear the truth," he waited as this all sank in with Sam before smiling again with a drop of his eyes.

"In Dean…it seems as if all three have hit him and before the spell will break he must say the name of his deepest love while in the middle of orgasm. He must also accept what is in front of him for what it is and listen to a truth that he'd been denying or…no amount of sex will break the curse before being blind, deaf, and mute drives him crazy and he does die," the witch considered Sam with a shrewd look. "Of course since this is also a sex spell, he'll still need sex to get off on to keep him alive but the curse side of it won't break until he can face those things and speak that name."

Sam was nearly numb as it finally hit him just what had been done to his brother and what would need to be done. "You put a sex spell on him when there's no way in hell he can find a hooker or someone close without being able to speak, hear or see?" he glared, shoving to his feet with his weapon in his hand. "Dean doesn't have a one true love, asshole! Dean could barely show emotions before. These days he hardly ever shows them unless it's to yell at me!"

"Oh, he has one, Sam. He has a deep love just like he has things he won't hear or see. If he didn't, the spell wouldn't have worked," Palmer replied calmly, sticking his tongue in his cheek. "As for the other issue you brought up…you're not getting this through that head of yours yet. A hooker or waitress won't help him since I put the spell on him and…since you've been looking like you want me dead for just eyeing his ass I can't see you letting some trucker with heavy hands fuck your…"

That did it and Sam was lunging for the man's throat only to find himself slammed down on the bed with the witch's hand closing the air off in his throat with glittering eyes. "I could've killed you both the second I figured out you were hunters. I could've killed him the second he killed the succubus. I could kill you both right now but…I'm not," he eased back but only released his grip enough that Sam could breathe.

"I'm a witch, you're a hunter. You can try to kill me but if you fail I could wipe your brother out of existence or hit him with a curse that would make this one seem tame," he eyed Sam grimly until he was sure he had his full attention. "You look at this as a fuck or die curse I see it as teaching you both something that needed to be taught. If you want Dean to leave the week out then it's not just Dean who will have to open himself up to some hard truths but you as well…because the only way to save him in the long run is to have sex with him."

"We're…we're brothers!" Sam gasped, trying to get air into straining lungs while seeing that Dean was starting to wake up and knowing right off his brother was going to freak out the second it hit him what was wrong with him now. "He's not…"

"Yes, as he explained to me quite vividly I know Dean doesn't 'swing that way'…normally but then neither do you. Not that it stops you from wanting him," Palmer smirked at the look of shock that crossed the hunter's face. "I'll tell you want, Sam. I'm walking away from this place and this town but in a week's time I'll find you and if you didn't find a way to break the spell and save Dean's life then I'll let you kill me but if miracle of miracles happens and you do save him, if he speaks the name he needs to, then we all go our merry ways."

Sam knew fighting the hold was useless and so stayed still but glared at the witch's back. "He…he just needs to speak the name? He doesn't have to be having sex with that person? That makes no sense."

"As a general rule most people usually say the name when they're with the person they love but can't accept the love or see it…but you might get lucky and the spell will give you a break. I just cast 'em. After that, it's up to the person how the spell reacts," Palmer paused at the door to gaze between the hunters. "My spells are usually meant to bring people together. I've probably only had five actual deaths because the mark was either too stubborn to accept it or the person he needed to be with freaked out and wouldn't accept it enough to do what was needed. I hope the two of you don't add to that list. Take care, Sam."

Dean was beginning to strain against the ropes binding his wrists to the bed by the time Sam was able to break loose of the witch's last spell and scrambled to the floor to grab for his now fully thrashing and well beyond panicked brother.

"Dean, calm down and…shit!" Sam cursed when he remembered that talking to his brother wasn't going to help this time because Dean couldn't hear him, couldn't see him and he wouldn't be able to speak to him so this narrowed the younger Winchester's choice of options down seriously in how he was expected to explain this to Dean.

Swallowing hard as he took in the huge way Dean's eyes were open but sightless, Sam finally placed his whole hand in the center of his brother's heaving chest in the hopes that maybe the touch would work though he suspected all Dean was recalling was getting jumped by a witch and he wasn't certain how much of that or the spell he'd been conscious for.

Sam could read the building panic easily on Dean's face, understanding how strange it must be to wake up unable to see, speak or hear what was happening. "Dean, please. I know this is all too weird but I swear I'll find a way to help you but you need to calm down and…God, you need to trust me again."

Dean's whole body jerked hard at the first touch on his chest as if expecting a blow of some kind or pain to come, breath coming in ragged gasps as he struggled to speak but couldn't even be sure if he wasn't making noise since he realized he couldn't hear the damn words he knew on some basic instinct were being spoke to him as the hand on his chest slowly moved up to stop over his heart…over the anti-possession tattoo and just like that it clicked and he knew who was with him.

'Sammy' he tried to get his lips around the word and thought he had but couldn't hear himself or his brother, still pulling on the ropes he could feel tied around his wrists and holding him to the bed.

Dean worked to free himself but stopped when Sam's hands gripped his shoulders to force him to be still and decided that not seeing his brother right then was going to make calming down a lot harder because a huge chunk of Dean these days relied on seeing his little brother's eyes and face to know how Sam was coping since this latest demon blood detox.

His brain seemed fuzzy around the edges so it was hard to think much less remember why in the hell he was waking up blind, deaf and unable to talk. Dean also didn't know how Sam had gotten here since his brother had still been at the town hall doing research when he'd made the choice to come out to the old farm to nose around and Palmer, the assistant ME who had been checking out Sam's ass for the past three days, offered to ride him out.

Normally Dean would've waited for his brother because even though his trust in Sam was not what it once was he still didn't feel right moving on without Sam's backup but he also knew they were running out of time because the succubus needed to go after a new victim and soon.

Dean recalled killing the woman he'd remembered as the town librarian and that was when things started going hazy. He had other flashes of hearing Palmer's voice talking to him, he knew he'd been tied up and had offered quite a few choice phrases the man before pain hit his chest and the last thing he thought of had been Sam and how he…

Realizing slowly that Sam's finger was trying to write something on his newly freed palm, Dean shook himself to make himself focus as the letters slowly made sense and he tensed. 'Witch' is what Sam spelled and the older brother would've growled if he could've and he was fairly certain he made some noise as another word was spelled against his palm. 'Curse'.

So the junior ME was a witch with a really bad sense of humor and had nailed him with some sort of curse or spell that took away three of his main senses. It was only when Sam's hands left his chest and palm to begin to work on the ropes on his ankles that Dean began to wonder just what the hell kind of curse he'd really been hit with because he knew damn good and well that he should not be reacting to the way his brother was touching him.

Attempting to keep calm and ignore the raging way his heart was beating or how totally isolated he felt at not being able to hear, see or speak, Dean worked to remember what little he'd heard and seen last.

"'The spell and curse are unique things. To break one who must break the other and to do that you must accept what's right in front of you.'" Palmer had said with a hand sealed over Dean's mouth, marking the spell sigil onto the hunter's chest. "'You appealed to me the moment you and your partner walked into the office. I can sense you have feelings you haven't accepted or won't hear or speak aloud so once you figure those out and can face them, you'll break the spell.

"'Each piece will break on its own as you come to allow yourself to accept and see what you feel for the person you love most…now the curse part may be a little trickier since it's fair to say you don't play for the team I do but if you want to live you and…Sam, is that his name, well, you might get to have some fun,'" the so-called assistant ME smiled before things went dark for Dean in all senses of the word.

Now Dean began to understand the not-so hidden context of the spell he'd been nailed with and why his brother's name had come into his head but before he could try to figure out a way to get Sam to understand him he was being pulled to shaky legs and literally lifted up and over Sam's shoulders; reminding the hunter once again why he detested being four inches shorter than his little brother.

Sam was used to his brother's voice griping about things or telling him what to do and it left him feeling more lost than ever now that he couldn't hear that and that Dean couldn't hear him speaking to him or even see him so that meant lip reading was out.

Trying to spell each word out would take forever and time, as Sam knew, was not on his side. He'd snapped a photo of the mark and sent it off to Bobby to hopefully find out there was a way to break this damn spell so at least his brother could see or hear or speak again.

He'd handle the curse as it came but Sam already knew he'd get punched the first time he tried to explain that even to buy time to break the spell it would require his brother allowing him to touch him in a way that while Sam had been thinking of it since before his sixteenth birthday he knew Dean had never thought of him in that way.

"Just our damn luck to find a kinky witch," Sam muttered, easing his brother into the passenger side of the Impala only to feel strong hands grabbing for his. "It's okay, Dean. I'm getting you outta here and hopefully Bobby will have a way to break this before…well, before this screws up your trust in me any more than it already is."

Of course he knew his brother couldn't hear any of that and he was mainly speaking to calm himself down, reaching into the backseat of the car that had been home and transportation since Sam had been six months old to grab Dean's leather jacket when he saw the shivers working through him.

Dean had only let Sam start driving the car again and it never failed to pass through the younger man's mind how big the gap of trust was between them compared to even shortly after the fire at Stanford happened and Sam began to hunt again.

"I'll make this right again, Dean," he whispered, putting in his brother's favorite cassette tape mainly for noise while driving them away from the house, after he'd gone back to clean up any evidence and taken care of the shriveled form of the dead succubus.

Sam had made a quick stop back at the motel to grab their stuff, tossing it all in the backseat in his haste to be far away from this town and it had been about an hour before Dean started showing any signs of the sex curse. "Damn it," he cursed when looking over to see his brother fidgeting more while his hands were gripping his knees but it didn't take Sam long to see the hardening erection forming that pushed against the slacks of the Fed suit Dean still wore

His brother's breathing was ragged and Sam could see he didn't understand what was happening or why, rubbing a hand over his face while thinking of a way to explain it when Dean suddenly turned on the seat with one hand searching for Sam while the other went for his crotch and the building need in his cock.

Struggling not to take his eyes off the road to watch as Dean's palm began to press against the bulge in his slacks, Sam bit his lips to try not to groan even though his brother couldn't hear him and he grabbed for the other reaching hand; realizing with a small shock that Dean's fingers were actually signing words and not just letters.

"Shit, when the hell did you learn sign language?" Sam asked but then was glancing up to see that they were alone of the dark road and pulled off so he could face Dean and try to remember what he knew of the course he'd taken at Stanford his first year there. "

It turned out that Dean had a better grasp of the language than Sam thought since it took him a couple minutes of Dean repeating the gestures he was using for him to catch up and understand and then he tried to return the words back by signing them against his brother's palm so while Dean couldn't see he could still feel.

'The witch's spell is keeping you blind, mute and deaf until you come to some sort of huge acceptance and you can say the name of your one true and deep love…in the middle of an orgasm,' Sam took his time to sign this, hoping he was using the correct gestures; guessing his was when Dean returned a rude comment while raising the hand that was trying to relieve the growing discomfort between his legs as if to ask what the hell this was about. 'The curse is a pure sex, fuck or die, thing, Dean. The only way to relieve it and avoid dying or going crazy while I try to figure out how to break the spell is…' he closed his eyes, licking his lips and prepared to get hit. '…you need to get off and by the looks of this it seems like it'll need to be regularly.'

'I hate witches,' Dean signed, sticking his tongue between his tongue as his struggled to get more friction to his growing cock but finding out that for some reason this was not working like it should be.

He suspected he knew who the damn witch thought he'd be having sex with and he'd rather face death than put that burden on his little brother. Hell, he didn't want to ask him what he was about to but he couldn't think straight with the way his cock was throbbing and he could feel the dampness working through his briefs to the slacks as small bits of precome leaked from the slit.

'I know and right now so do I,' Sam signed back, hazel eyes dropping to watch Dean's hand as it tried to rub his cock through his slacks and something told the younger hunter that his brother was having a much harder time jerking off than he should have been. 'I'll find a way to get you over this but you'll need to trust me and accept my help no matter how much you may not like it or want to do it.'

Dean figured he must have made a face of some kind because he felt Sam's hand shake under his fingers but at the moment Dean knew he needed some relief for this and while the thought made him cringe to know his little brother would have to resort to jerking him off the hunter knew it was better than what might have to happen.

'Damn witch must've put some fine print in the spell that I can't get myself off like I should be able to and…it's pretty clear this is a serious fuck or die whammy cause…' he would groan if he thought any sound would come out. '…this is starting to really hurt and…Sam, damn it…can you…?'

Sam had to blink as he tried to make certain he understood what was just signed, then just as quickly cursed himself. Of course Palmer would make it so Dean needed someone else to get him off just to keep the curse at bay for a little bit. If he could do it himself it would be too simple.

'Yeah, I can do that,' he signed back simply, not wanting to say any more since he got how hard this had to be on Dean to ask or accept while hoping Bobby came up with a way to help before he had to do anything more.

The feel of Sam's fingers brushing against here his hard and leaking cock was curved up and tracked within his slacks made Dean shake, wishing he could assure his brother it wasn't for the reason he probably thought it was but then that would mean having to openly admit something Dean had been hiding for a long time.

Unable to speak to tell Sam what to do, he had to resort to thrusting up against the now firm hand that worked to relieve the building pressure and need with just his palm and fingers working through two layers of material until after several moments Dean felt his body clench, jerk and he wished he knew what sounds he was making as his hips thrust up to ride out the climax until finally he collapsed back against the passenger door.

'Okay?' Sam's fingers signed against his arm but Dean had no clue how in the hell he could answer his brother without either admitting the truth or lying.

Knowing by instinct where Sam would be now, Dean reached a shaking hand out to find his face and wished to God he could see those shining hazel eyes that he knew were watching him. Unable to answer the way he wanted to even knew how to answer, he nodded before settling back to close his eyes and wonder if he could convince Sam to stop so he could change into jeans.

Reaching into the back for the duffels, Sam had already figured Dean would want out of the come soaked briefs and slacks and dug for his brother's jeans while signing it onto the back of a tense hand; seeing that this wasn't going to be an every hour type of thing and prayed for the strength to deal with it.

Four hours later found Sam driving away from Sioux Falls rather than to it despite what his common sense might have told him once.

He admitted that he needed Bobby's help but he also understood the older man didn't think he was ready to handle too much after he'd given in to the blood again. Also Sam feared what would happen if he took Dean to Bobby's house.

In the past four hours, Dean's urges and needs to keep the curse to a level, where he at least could sit still and not make noises from his useless throat that frankly scared Sam to death, had gotten to the point where he'd finally just slid across the leather bucket seat took his brother's hand from the steering wheel, worked blindly to get his jeans open and just slipped Sam's hand inside until it curled around his cock to stroke it until he came.

The first time Dean did that Sam had been certain he'd run the Impala off the road. The second time he knew he'd be lucky if he didn't wreck them because it was getting really difficult for him not handle Dean's needs on top of his own hard cock that he was ignoring.

By the time they hit the four hour mark, they'd stopped for gas on the edge of a town on the border between North and South Dakota.

Dean had finally been able to sleep and so Sam hadn't through about going inside to pay for the gas and grab some coffee and snacks until he got back in the car and had Dean all but crawling against him, fingers signing words too fast for Sam to pick up while rubbing his once again hard and needy cock against Sam's leg.

It hadn't taken Sam much longer to figure out that jerking off or rubbing against him to get off was having less and less effect and something more drastic would need to be done soon if either one of them was going to make it through this curse.

Right when Bobby's call finally came through, Sam had pulled the Impala off the road because it had come to the point where he needed both hands to handle Dean until the need to fuck eased back and simply touching his cock or letting him use Sam's leg or…his new favorite way of straddling Sam hips with his back pressed into the steering wheel as he thrust against him for friction and release.

Sam hated that his brother couldn't hear or see but he was relieved not because he wasn't able to always bit back the moans as his body wanted to respond to Dean's frantic need but he struggled to keep his cock away from his brother's rutting hips or hands while he kept his locked either on the wheel or the back of the seat; anything so he didn't grab and shove Dean into the backseat like a part of him said to.

"Tell me you have good news," he urged the phone that he held tight to his ear while allowing his hips a little movement as Dean's hands gripped his shoulders, his face buried against Sam's neck. "Please."

"You idjits don't find easy witches or curses to play with," the old junk man complained gruffly, tossing a book on the desk while staring at his phone. "I found the mark you sent me a picture of in a book of old lore and this damn curse ain't easy to break unless your brother's got a side he ain't letting on about."

That was not what Sam wanted to hear but he nearly dropped the phone when warm lips found his earlobe to bite it gently. "God," he whispered, eyes fluttering closed as his blood heated by feeling lips and teeth raking over his skin and swearing his could feel a small smile when he hissed a warning to knock it off. "Oh, sorry, Bobby. What were you saying?"

"You need to get your asses to my place and put his ass in the Panic Room until we find someone with a bit more knowledge on this kind of sex curse and spell," Bobby hadn't missed the low noises in the background but then jerked the phone away when the horn sounded. "Sam! What the hell was that?"

"Dean hit the horn by accident," Sam winced at both the noise and his ragged breathing because his cock was pressing painfully against his zipper while only a quick hand kept Dean's from moving down as if sensing his need but he knew he'd fall apart right then if his brother touched him. "We're…um…too far from your place now," he admitted, signing who he was talking to on Dean's hand and feeling him go still as if knowing what the older man would say next.

Bobby stared at the phone. "You should've only been a couple hours away from me, Sam. What the hell…Sam," he stopped at the silence on the phone, throwing his battered cap on the desk. "Damn it, boy! Dean needs locked down until…"

"I'm not locking my brother in that damn room and you should know that, Bobby," Sam shot back, lowering his voice on instinct but felt Dean signing something on his arm that made him nearly tear up because his brother was reassuring him instead of the other way around. "I'll…figure this out. I'll find a way to break the…"

"Unless you find some guy for Dean to fuck in the next few hours it'll be too late to figure out what needs to be done to break the spell cause he'll be too far gone into lust to give a damn," Bobby snapped, frowning more. "Sam, this is more than you can handle on your own. Bring Dean to my place and…"

"And what is locking him in the basement going to do? How is that any different than me finding a motel to hole up in until I think of something or find someone to help him?" Sam countered, running a hand over his face and feeling the wetness there.

Bobby stared at the loose translation of the spell grimly. "Sam, listen to me now, boy. That witch hit Dean with a curse and spell that can't be broke by just finding him a good fuck. It needs to mean something to him. He needs to mean something to the person he's with and he needs to admit that during the sex.

"You boys ain't close to anyone Dean's ever known and cared about that he'd had sex with so…" he broke off at the sound of ragged breathing. "Also, since this witch was on the kinky side of things just to give Dean sex to hold back the curse needs to come from a guy and you and I both know what your brother would say to that so…just bring him back here and…"

"Lock him down and watch him die or go crazy?" Sam shook his head, fingers reaching out to find and hold onto Dean's without even being aware that his brother didn't tense or move his hand away. "No, I'll…I'll find another way or…I'll handle it some way. Look, I gotta go, Bobby. Thanks for looking and I'll call you once this is over. Bye."

Sam clicked the phone off before the older man could argue some more, leaning forward to fold his arms over the wheel and burying his face in the crook, glad that for once Dean couldn't see his tears or hear the bitter tears.

He knew the only way left to push back the curse until maybe finding one of the two people he knew his older brother had feelings for, or at least casual feelings for, but that would take time and time was slowly running out for Dean.

It was clear the witch had underestimated how the spell and curse would affect his brother. Dean was not like other people. He didn't form emotional bonds nor did he actually have someone he loved enough to say the name during sex and Dean's only issue lately was his ability to trust Sam…not that Sam blamed him for that one.

A hand on his shoulder caused Sam to jerk and remember that while his brother couldn't hear, see or speak his other senses worked just fine and in the close confines of the front seat Dean could probably still know something was wrong.

'Bobby pissed that we're not going to him?' Dean signed, using his other hand to find and lightly squeeze his brother's neck.

Being unable to see or hear was a pain in the ass but Dean could still feel and his big brother instincts were screaming that something was wrong even before he placed a hand out to touch Sam's shoulder and felt the hard shudders going through normally strong shoulders.

Dean had known his brother wouldn't go to Sioux Falls and he wasn't sure if he'd want him to right now. He knew Bobby meant well but Sam still felt uneasy being there since his latest detox and he also knew the older man would try to keep Sam away from him out of fear of this putting too much stress on his brother, causing a relapse.

Of course the other reason Dean didn't want to go back to Bobby's house was that he knew in his heart what needed to happen to even buy him time and he seriously knew the man would not approve even if it was the only way to save Dean's life.

'Sammy, talk to me here…well, you get the idea,' he eased closer to allow Sam to turn into his shoulder and for the first time since waking up like this Dean didn't feel the burning, almost painful, need to get off though when his little brother suddenly turned to bury his face against his neck like he would as a child another feeling began to build.

'I was hoping we could put this part off until I found maybe Cassie or Lisa since you did have feelings for them and the whole sex and admitting pure love in the middle of an orgasm thing would work with one of them but…we're running out of time,' Sam's fingers signed slowly into his brother's chest close to where he'd just given in to the need to be close to Dean again, to feel his brother's strength and tried not to look up to see what expression might be showing on his face or in his blank eyes. 'I know you don't want to do this but we're out of options because I don't know what else to do to buy us the time we need.'

Dean's fingers squeezed over Sam's neck as he took his time in digesting the words he felt signed against his chest and tensed, swearing at himself because the moment he tensed Sam pulled away. It twisted his guts to think of his little brother having to resort to having sex with him just to save his life but he also knew they were running short on time because he could feel the lust and pain starting to burn again.

'You know I don't like that you have to do this,' he signed with fingers he hoped weren't shaking, slumping back against the door as he made a choice that in his heart Dean knew he'd never recover from. 'I don't want…'

'I know you don't want me like that, Dean. I've always known that since I was seventeen and I've never…' Sam stopped signing as if he thought better of what he was about to say and hesitated a second before starting again. 'I just want to save you if I can and maybe if you pretend really hard that you're with either Cassie or Lisa then maybe we can fake the curse out because I know having sex with me is far from you saying your one true love's name in the heat of passion.'

'Oh, Sammy if you only knew about my one true love you wouldn't be so eager to offer to do…' Dean's thoughts were to himself as he felt the Impala start and knew they were back on the road but he was too busy focusing on the rush of hastily signed words.

He got the curse and how the spell tied into it. Dean understood what needed to happen and why that might not be possible and it had nothing to do with either of the women his brother mentioned with just a bit more force behind his fingers when he signed their names.

Closing his eyes to squeeze the bridge of his nose, it amazed Dean that even without speaking the words he could read Sam so well and there was no way to miss his dislike of either of his former flames or the softer way he signed when he said he knew Dean didn't want him sexually.

When the hell did he ever say that is what Dean was trying to decide; not that he'd ever openly admitted anything else to Sam but there was something wrong with the words his brother chose to use that bothered the hell out of him and he couldn't put his finger on it.

Dean had never once admitted openly to anyone…except maybe Caleb in a drunken stupor one night that his feelings for his brother were anything but what they should be.

He'd never told anyone else and he'd locked those feelings inside where his innocent brother, the kid who wanted normal, would never find out that if Dean loved anyone, if he had anyone he loved purely and with all his heart then it was Sam and…

His fingers started to move but Sam must have sensed or seen his need and his hand was sliding over and down to wrap his fingers along the hardening shaft and suddenly it hit Dean how right this felt; how, while he'd never deny his love for all things female, knowing it was Sam's hand slowly stroking him to full hardness until he came yet again to push the curse aside for a short time it felt better than it had a right to.

Palmers' words came back in a flash to the older Winchester. "'You need to accept the truth in your own heart before you'll be free to hear the truth. You need to be able to face and accept the truth of your heart and that of the person who adores you before you'll ever be able to speak your true feelings and you need to accept and see what's been blindly in front of you before you'll be able to see him. Love, acceptance and trust all go hand and hand in this case. For you to survive, you must face these things fully and let him in.'"

Accept what? Accept that he loved his brother in a way he'd been told was wrong too many times to count. Accept that the years between Sam turning sixteen and the night he left for school every damn girl Dean screwed had soft hazel eyes much like his little brother. Accept that there had hardly been a day or night since Sam was sixteen that Dean hadn't fantasized about…about…

About doing just what he was as he felt himself come but weaker this time despite the pain and need to fuck Dean accepted this curse would kill him one way or another if they didn't beat it but to do that he understood he needed to put aside those long ago drilled into his head moral lessons and stern lecture that Sam was his brother and he needed to look out for him.

If he wanted to live to see his brother's face again then Dean needed to open himself up to the simple fact that if he had a choice of having sex with anyone, of loving anyone openly it wouldn't be Cassie or Lisa or anyone he'd ever been with before.

If he had to admit, to accept, who he wanted more than anything, who he loved more than his life, and who he wanted his next sexual experience to be with then he knew without a shadow of a doubt that it would be…

Sharp stabbing and mind blowing pain exploded in his head a second after he said the name to himself and Dean felt the car swerve dangerously even as everything seemed to be going hot, cold, and numb for him.

'Sam?' he knew the words didn't come out as he fought to scream them, fought to reach out for his brother even though he could feel himself falling into the void of unconsciousness with the nagging fear that maybe the damn witch had also misjudged the timeframe on the curse and he was dying without ever telling Sam the truth.

That rather than die fighting the damn Apocalypse, of fighting angels and demons, of trying to protect his brother…he was dying of some stupid messed-up sex curse just as he was allowing himself to accept that it might not be so bad to openly admit to himself and then to Sam that he…

TBC

A/NII: Yes, I stopped it there but there's a reason I stopped it there. Trust me. I'll fix Dean in the next chapter…maybe…*evil grin*