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When Dean returns, he won’t quite meet Sam’s eyes. He doesn’t really talk to Sam much either. To get anything out of Dean, Sam thinks of teasing him about Sammy but it doesn’t feel right, so he quickly discards that thought. Sam considers asking Dean about whether his imagination had sufficed him into an orgasm, but he’s concerned with the thought that maybe Dean had been so self-conscious about Sam finding out that he liked guys that it had killed his mood, so he discards that too. He thinks of boasting about the excellent orgasm he’d had after Dean had hung up, but then he worries that Dean may interpret that as Sam thinking about Dean in a very unbrotherly way and so, that idea quickly gets quashed. The thought of picking up a guy in front of Dean doesn’t develop any further than a passing thought because they need to talk and Sam disappearing off to get shagged is not going to accomplish that. Being a good wingman and nudging Dean towards a guy while on a night out for a good time is not - upon consideration - a thought he enjoys. For many reasons he decides that is never happening. In the end, he decides to share. Sam’s not sure that Dean will enjoy the bonding, but after three days of them being totally out of sync and fucking a case up so bad that Sam was thrown against a wall with a couple of broken ribs and Dean got a bad gash on his leg that Sam had to stitch up even though it hurt to move even an inch, he decides that enough is enough. “I also like both women and men,” he starts off with while they are stuck in the Impala with the only way to get out of the conversation being to stop the car and get out. And even so, Sam has longer legs, Dean wouldn’t be able to get far with his wounded, shorter legs despite Sam being hurt too. “We live in each other’s pockets, so it speaks volumes about how we were raised that we both have such a strong notion in regards to having to be macho man. So much so that we have gone to extreme lengths to hide this from each other.” Dean looks at him sideways, jaw clenched while surprise, concern, anger and frustration one by one all cross through his eyes. “Sorry. I wasn’t trying to focus on our upbringing. You did an excellent job of being brother, father and mother, plus everything else.” If Dean’s jaw’s any indication, Dean’s teeth must be hurting by now. “I just wanted to assure you - not that you need my assurance - it’s absolutely fine with me.” Dean remains quiet. “We are too hard. I know that we have to present ourselves in that way. I know that we have to be detached to do what we do. But we should feel comfortable with each other. It’s not ok that you feel you need to hide this from me.” “I am not hiding.” Sam waits for him to go on. “We live in each other’s pocket, you don’t need to know about every orgasm that I have,” Dean defensively replies. He’s not disappointed that Dean is lying, he’s disappointed that Dean still feels he has a need for it. “I am about to tell you something that is admittedly both creepy but also vulnerable.” “Don’t,” Dean easily replies. “I am going to, because you are still super self-conscious about the fact that you like guys,” he informs firmly and then further adds, “I didn’t even walk in on you being vulnerable.” “But I told you what I fantasised about and now you know.” “Here it goes. I like getting off while there’s other people around who have no idea that I am getting off.” Dean’s look of ‘I don’t want to know’ turns confused and then inquisitive. “And that should say something because I don’t hang around that many people.” He watches his brother’s thoughts develop and Sam really hopes this wasn’t a mistake, it all just went a bit off track, much like their life, so it’s fitting really. “I know you like guys plus one of your kinks which is very intimate, and now you know I like guys plus one of my kinks. So we’re even,” he concludes. “Please, please,” he enunciates with a begging tone. “I need you to get over this before our inability to communicate due to you being so embarrassed, actually kills us.” “You’d rather be embarrassed?!” Dean's tone is shocked and clearly disapproving. “Hopefully my kink borders on shame enough that it cancels yours out.” Sam ponders the thought for a moment. “Yup, I think we’ll be fine on my side. Are you?” Dean sputters, clearly doesn’t have enough juice yet. “Have you been wanking around me?” And he doesn’t just need to think it, because his cock perks up at the idea of Dean now knowing this fact and endlessly teasing him about it. Careful, you might give me a boner. He thinks about using that teasing reply, but that might make Dean feel embarrassed and take them back to square one, so instead he allows his cheeks to flush as he averts his eyes and moves around in his seat, his cock firming as he enjoys Dean’s judgemental and demanding eyes.