It was too easy, really. One small comment from one of Sam’s friends about the “club around the corner still looking to replace ‘Gary’” and Sam blushing from one ear to the other and Dean was on it. His first move was to check out the club. It wasn’t that he’d never been in a strip club before – he’d seen plenty of them from the inside – but he hadn’t actually expected s trip club. The club was pretty much empty. He looked around and saw a handful of girls and guys standing around. One girl was dancing on stage with three middle-aged suited-up men staring up at her. One of the girls looked up as the daylight fell through the door when Dean entered. Nobody bothered to even move. He didn’t look rich enough to make a big profit out of. He took a look around, and headed for the bar. The sole bartender looked at him, bored. He ordered a beer. When “Ty” handed him the bottle, and gave him the change, Dean asked him about ‘Gary’. Ty simply looked at him, eyebrows raised.
“He left a while ago. Disappeared after his girlfriend was found dead at their place.”
Dean’s heart started beating faster. Sam. His Sam.
The bartender turned his back to him.
“Actually,” Dean started “do you keep photographs of all your dancers?”
He was curious now. Ty’s eyebrows shot up again, they almost vanished into his dyed-blond fringe.
“You heard.” Dean didn’t feel like playing that game. “I’ll pay.”
“Come on. You tell me you don’t have photographs of all your dancers? Don’t bullshit me.”
“Look, they’re not for sale, alright.” Ty gave the security guy a quick nod, and Dean saw him move towards the bar.
“I don’t want to buy it. I just want to see it!”
Ty quickly raised his hand towards the bartender, suddenly a lot more interested in this conversation. “How much you willing to pay to see a photograph of a guy?”
Dean thought about how much money he had in his pockets. He made a fair winning last night playing pool, and he even managed to pick up some drunk, rich guy’s wallet with a few notes.
“Hundred,” he offered. He needed to see if it was Sam.
“Upfront.” The bartender wasn’t messing around. Dean fumbled with the notes in his pocket, and handed him the money. Ty shook his head in disbelief. “He wasn’t that good, man.” If this really is Sam, Dean promised himself he’d punch the hell out of this guy for that comment. But he simply shrugged for now.
Ty waved one of the girls over, told her to cover for him, and led Dean to a door in the back corner. He opened it carefully, peered through into the room before opening the door all the way. He motioned his head telling Dean to follow him in. He locked the door behind them. Then he started pulling out folders that were filling a small unit along the short side of the small room. There was nothing but a desk, an old leather chair, a computer and screen, and this shelving unit. Nothing more would have fit in this room.
Dean’s attention turned back to Ty. He put a folder on the desk and started scanning through it. Dean walked over to him, watching him. He saw girls and guys, all basically naked, some posing next to a pole, some simply standing against a wall or sitting on a chair – legs always spread.
When Ty found the page, Dean couldn’t believe it. His heart stopped and he had to look away. But he couldn’t look away for too long.
It was his baby brother, his brother, naked apart from a pair of leather pants. He was sitting down, with the back of the chair between his legs. One hand was resting around his dick. He was biting the index finger of the other. He was looking at the camera, with a look that Dean had never seen on his brother’s face. Dean was instantly taken in, he couldn’t look away anymore. He was mesmerised and shocked at the same time.
Ty pulled the folder away from under his gaze.
“Think that’s about 100 bucks’ worth.”
Dean refocussed. He couldn’t believe what he’d just seen.
“Right,” he mumbled. He turned and walked to the door, unlocked it and ran out of the club. When he walked around the corner to the back of the club, he was breathing hard. He had to rest his hands against the wall and breathe for a few minutes.
His baby brother, his Sammy. He wondered how many people had stared at his little brother, how many people had touched his little brother. Anger overcame him.
He ran to the motel where they were staying, practically ran down the door to their room. Sam looked up, confused and slightly frightened. His instinct caused him to reach for his gun, but when he saw Dean he just stood up.
“How many got to touch you? How many got to stare at you? Huh? How many people, Sam?” He was almost shouting.
“I’ve been to the club. Sounded like you were quite popular, Gary.”
Sam’s face whitened and his eyes widened. He looked horrified.
“Dean – “ he didn’t say anything else. He held his hands up, a sign of peace, trying to calm Dean down.
“How could you do this to me, Sam? Here I was, thinking you’d been with Jess all that time, Jess and nobody else. I was okay with Jess. I understood. But no, it wasn’t just her, was it? You weren’t just with Jess, a girl who you fell in love with to forget about me. No. You let all those men and women touch you, feel you.” Dean wanted to scream, he wanted to punch something. He wanted to kill every single person that put their hands on his little brother’s body for a dirty dollar note. Instead, tears started to build up in his eyes and he couldn’t stop them from rolling down his cheeks. His voice was breaking up and he had to stop.
“I really needed the money, Dean.” Sam tried to justify it, to explain it. His brother’s tears surprised him. He slowly walked over to Dean, approaching him as though his big brother was a frightened doe. When he got close enough, he reached out for Dean, but Dean pushed his hand away. He tried again and again, until he finally pulled Dean into a hug. He fought off the struggle from Dean, until he surrendered and simply sobbed into his little brother’s shoulder.
“I’m so sorry, Dean. I never wanted you to find out.”
“I want to kill everybody who touched you, Sammy,” Dean whispered into Sam’s shoulder.
Sam ran his hand up and down Dean’s back. “I know.”
They slowly moved towards the bed, where they sat down, side by side and looked at each other. Dean’s eyes were red and swollen. Sam’s heart was aching. He’d caused this.
Sam looked at his brother. Dean’s face showed a hint of fear, a hint of shyness. He put his hands around Dean’s neck, thumbs resting on each cheek. He pulled his brother closer, until their lips touched oh so softly. He could feel Dean tremble slightly, and he could feel him relax.
“Sammy, will you show me why you were so popular?” Dean wasn’t looking at his brother, he was looking at the wall behind Sam’s head.
When Dean looked into his brother eyes, he was overwhelmed with love. He closed the gap between them, and kissed him again, more passionately, more hungrily this time.
Sam was his, and only his, and if he had to show the world, he would.
Sam woke up with hickies all over his neck the next day. He understood why. He wore them with pride.
Hello!! Happy last day of wincest love week :) I had a lot of fun writing for you! I actually struggled a little with this one, so I apologise for the quality of it. But I do love the idea of jealous Dean, and beautiful stripper Sam. I hope you enjoyed this week as I did! Thank you for being so awesome to write for!:) xx
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