Title: Returning Early

Rated: M

Pairing: Dean/Sam

Summary: John returns home from a hunt earlier than expected to find his boys being more than brothers.

Warnings: Some Language, teen!cest Dean(20) Sam(16), Don't Read If You Don't Like It

John sighed as he opened the door to the small apartment he and his boys had been staying in for a few months. He dropped his duffle on the floor beside the couch and glanced at his watch. It wasn't very late, but he had been expecting to see Dean sitting on the couch watching some movie like he usually was when John got home late after some hunts. It hadn't taken nearly as long as he thought it would once he figured out what was doing all of the killing.

Dean sometimes slept in his room when he was on a hunt, so that's where he was headed to when he heard the dull thud of something heavy hitting a wall. It was followed by a muffled 'Dammit, Dean. Not so fucking hard. It hurts.' John raised his eyebrows at Sam's muffled words, as he walked towards the room that his sons shared when he was home in between hunts.

John heard something crash to the floor. It was followed by a loud moan and Dean's this time. 'Damn, Sammy. You're so fucking tight.' John placed his hand on the doorknob of his sons' room debating whether or not he really wanted to know when he heard Sam's voice again. 'D-dean… move d-dammit... Oh De... right there...'

John opened the door hoping that what he was hearing was definitely not what it sounded like, but knowing that it most likely was. "Dean... Sam... What are you two..." John's eyes widened as he got a full view of Dean's naked ass, and from what he could see, not that he wanted to see it mind you, Dean had Sam bent over the edge of the bed and was thrusting in slow measured strokes that was sure to drive Sam crazy and Sam was panting and moaning for his brother to move faster and harder. John looked away and saw the lamp and the alarm clock on the floor which explained the crash he had heard. He didn't think the boys had noticed him so he backed out of the room with his eyes glued to the floor and quietly shut the door.

After seeing way too much and not being able to get it out of his head John grabbed his keys out of his duffle and walked out the door to the apartment heading for the local bar.

John arrived back at the apartment about an hour or so later than when he left and not quite as drunk as he wished he threw a black plastic bag on the couch and took his duffel to his room. After quickly checking to see if his boys were awake, only to find that Sam was lying on top of Dean and the covers were covering them from about waist down, thank god he didn't think he could take seeing anything more. John retreaded to the kitchen and made a pot of coffee and waited for his boys to get up.

John was sitting on the couch when he saw Sam come out of his and Dean's room a few hours later clad only in boxers. He watched as Sam stopped and looked at him anxiously before he spoke. "Wake your brother up. We need to have a talk." John watched as Sam nodded and returned to the bedroom only to emerge less than two minutes later with Dean directly behind him.

John indicated for them to sit beside him on the couch. He waited for them to sit down, Sam sat in Dean's lap, before he started speaking. "Okay, boys, who you decide you want to sleep with is your choice..."

"Dad, we..." Dean started to interject but didn't get the chance.

"No, Dean, let me finish." John sighed, "Who you decide to sleep with is your own choice, and if that happens to be each other, then I am not going to stop you as long as that's what makes both of you happy. I just want you to be safe. Some people... A lot of people wouldn't approve of the relationship that you two have." John grabbed the bag off of the coffee table, where he had put it after sitting down with his first cup of coffee, and passed it to Sam before standing up and heading in the direction of his bedroom for some well-deserved sleep.

"Dad, you didn't have to buy..."

"Just don't wake me up."