Sam Winchester had been doing research for years. For as long as he could remember he had loved reading books, finding things, learning information. When he was at Stanford, he had been able to use that to his decided advantage by offering his assistance to students doing term papers, research projects, hell he even got to help one guy write about the paranormal. He would help them with the research, proof-read the papers, etc., and in turn they would pay him. He remembered thinking 'what a great thing to get paid for doing this'.
When he was back with Dean, Sam adapted his services to work over the internet, communicating via e-mails or even instant messages if he could. By word of mouth, Sam had gotten connected to some grad students who needed assistance with their doctoral thesis papers and a little business was born. It seemed there were a lot of lost master’s candidates who would pay good money for some guidance. Sam had arranged with Bobby to have the payments sent there.
A few months back Sam was contacted by a man by the name of Robert who happened to be a manager for the Ritz-Carlton in Georgia who needed help for his son. Alex couldn’t write to save his life and the man wondered if Sam could help him with some college term papers so that he wouldn’t lose his football scholarship. By the end of the semester, not only was he getting B’s in most of his classes, but had actually learned to like school.
Robert was so happy he gave Sam an all expenses paid stay at his hotel for two in addition to Sam’s fee. Well, that little gem was too good to pass up.
Dean’s birthday was coming up and Sam wanted it to be wonderful. Dean rarely remembered that it was his birthday. So many of them had been spent hunting, or were just plain forgotten along the way, that it was never a special thing for Dean. Sam always tried to make it more than just another day, but he knew Dean hadn't had a real birthday since their mom died. Sam wanted desperately to change that, to give Dean a day that was as special as he was.
Sam called Robert and asked if they could come for the weekend of January 24th and was told to get there whenever he wanted and a suite would be waiting. Sam fussed that a suite was not necessary, but was summarily told that for what he had done, a suite was definitely in order.
It was surprisingly easy to convince Dean to take time off. It seemed that he actually enjoyed just being with Sam. Sam had told Dean there was a nice place on a lake in Georgia, and that they could go there and relax. Sam just neglected to give Dean the name of the place and let him assume it was a cabin or the like.
Dean loved driving his Impala and playing the music loud. He turned the volume down long enough to get directions from Sam as they got closer to their destination and, well, Dean truly thought Sam had lost his mind when they got close to the place.
“Uh, Sammy wrong turn some place, this is way out of our league,” he said with a low whistle at the expanse of the place, looking for somewhere to turn around.
The Ritz in Georgia is set on the old Reynolds plantation in Greensboro and truly is magnificent. It is definitely not their usual establishment.
“Not this weekend…this weekend it is our league, just keep driving,” Sam said, smiling in Dean’s direction and placing his hand on his brother's knee. “Up there, they should have a valet.”
“The hell…no way I’m letting a valet park my baby,” Dean stated emphatically, running his hand over the Impala’s steering wheel.
Sam just shook his head. “Then just pull up and let me get the luggage out.”
“Sammy, dude we don’t have luggage.”
“Again, we do this weekend.” Sam had taken care of all that. He had packed everything that they would need.
Pulling up to the entrance, the bellhop came out as Sam opened his door. Dean came around the back of the car and opened the trunk, giving Sam a sideways glance at the fact that, yes they did seem to have luggage. Dean really didn’t know what Sam was trying to do, or exactly what he had done to afford this, but he had to admit he was getting intrigued.
Sam put their suitcase on the cart and told Dean to meet him in the lobby after he had securely parked his baby. Sam went to check in as Dean pulled away, still shaking his head.
After checking in at the desk, Robert came around the corner, offering a handshake. “Sam, so good to actually meet you in the flesh.” They were still discussing his son’s academic career when Dean got back. Sam felt Dean enter the lobby and immediately moved toward him.
“Robert, this is my partner, Dean,” he told him, moving his arm around Dean’s waist, taking Dean completely by surprise. Not that Dean didn’t like public displays of affection, in fact he had caused quite a few heads to turn when he directed his attentions at Sam, but this place was about as straight laced as they came.
“Hey, nice place, you know Sam how?” He was unsure whether he liked the guy’s comfort level with his brother.
“He tutored my son, Alex, and now the kid is actually thinking of graduate school. Sam here is quite the scholar and some of that rubbed of on the boy.”
“Yes, he is quite the wonder.” Dean was looking at Sam out of the corner of his eye, still not believing this or understanding exactly what the hell was going on.
“Well, I am sure you both are tired and want to settle in. Anything you want or need, just ask Mindy…she is your concierge.” Robert shook both their hands and motioned for the cute blonde behind the desk.
Mindy appeared and told them she would ensure a personalized stay and asked them to please follow her to their suite.
Dean held back a few steps and pulled Sam close to whisper “Okay, so either you really have gone insane, or you did something seriously illegal for this…” his tone slightly uneasy.
“Neither, baby. Relax.” Sam kissed him and pulled him along to follow Mindy.
Their suite was the nicest thing either one of them had seen in a long time. The main room had a king size bed, custom made furniture, fireplace, and a private veranda. The bath was bigger than most of the hotel rooms they typically stayed in and had a separate shower and bath tub. Sam glance at the desk and smiled. On it was the one thing Sam had delivered.
Mindy was rattling on about this or that as Sam walked around and Dean spotted the gift wrapped box that Sam had seen earlier. A small smile crossed his face as he realized that tomorrow was his birthday. He had indeed forgotten, but Sam had not.
Mindy left and it was finally just the two of them.
“So Sammy, it seems you have been very busy,” Dean said, walking to the desk, running his fingers along the edge of the box.
“Nothing but the best this weekend. You forgot it was coming, didn’t you?” he asked Dean, a hint of sadness in his voice that for all those years Dean felt so unimportant that his birthday had come to mean nothing to him. Sam knew he couldn’t make up for all that at once, but he could make a dent one birthday at a time.
“Yeah, sorta…never was a big day,” Dean answered, tugging slightly at the bow
Moving to take Dean in his arms, Sam told him “Well, it should have been.You always made sure I had some kind of birthday even when Dad forgot or whatever, and you deserve all this and more,” and he leaned in to kiss him, watching Dean blush a little.
Pulling back, Sam picked up the gift and handed it to Dean. “You can open it early and then we can clean up for dinner.”
“You sure you don’t want me to wait? I can wait…I think,” he said, already heading to sit on the bed, turning the package around in his hands.
“I’m sure, open it,” Sam said, laughing at Dean’s eagerness
Dean had never been one to carefully open anything. He'd usually just rip the paper and dive in, but he wanted to ingrain every minute of this in his memory. Sam had gone to so much effort and he was...well a little amazed.
Dean carefully opened the ends and pulled out an oak box. Looking it over, he smiled at Sam and said “Nice box…” Carefully opening the two hinges at the front and pushing the lid open, Dean just stared at the contents and then at Sam.
“Well?” Sam was practically jumping out of his own skin waiting for Dean’s reaction.
“Oh Sammy, this is…beautiful.”
Taking the knife out of the case, he ran his hand along the spine. Dean had never seen a knife like it. The handle was inlaid mother-of-pearl, the blade gold, and the bolster silver. It was perfectly balanced and the finger holds were carved to fit Dean’s hand. Detailed along the blade were various protection symbols and runes that had to have been hand etched. Dean spotted the inscription along the top of the handle and tears started to form in his eyes. Dean knew exactly what it said.
Amor est vitae essential-- love is the essence of life.
“God Sammy when did you…how did you ever?” he asked, mesmerized by the light playing off the blade.
“Like I told you before, I've been helping college students online with research and writing. I guess I’m pretty good at it and, well, it pays okay. That’s how I connected with Robert. I saved Alex’s football scholarship and really got him to like learning. Robert offered me a stay here and I’ve been saving it for your birthday. You are the essence of my life baby…I am so sorry that you never felt like you mattered enough.You have always mattered to me. This weekend, I want to spoil you a little.”
“You are more than pretty good at most everything Sammy, and it must pay pretty damn good for you to get something like this,” Dean said, turning the knife to really look at the symbols and runes. “These are hand etched in gold for Christ’s sake!!!”
“I’ll always cover your back Dean, but now you have some extra protection,” Sam said, leaning over and pulling Dean into a kiss.
“I always want you to be safe,” he whispered against Dean’s lips.
Breaking the embrace, Dean carefully placed the knife back in the case and pushed Sam backwards, coming to rest on top of him. Cradling Sam’s face with his hands, Dean kissed him gently. Tracing Sam’s lips with his tongue and running his fingers along his jaw line elicited small moans of pleasure from his little brother.
“I love you Sammy, I can’t believe you did all this for me.” Dean slowly kissed down Sam’s neck to the hollow at his collarbone.
“I would do, will do, anything I can for you baby…there will never be enough ways to show you what you mean to me”
God, Sam loved the feel of Dean’s body pressing down on him. Everything about Dean just felt perfect. It was like Sam’s heart was a puzzle and Dean was the missing piece that made it, made him, complete.
Dean kissed Sam deeply pushing his body to Sam’s. “I thought you were going to shower before dinner?” he asked, still kissing him.
“Yeah, uh right, shower,” Sam exhaled deeply. “You joining me?”
“You start, I’ll be in,” Dean grinned, never being able to resist a wet, soapy Sam.
Sam moved to the bathroom and started the shower. Stripping and climbing in, he let the hot water pour over him.
Dean looked around the room for a minute and then back to the gift Sam had given him. He doubted that Sam would truly ever understand how deeply he touched him by doing all this.
Sam had leaned his head on the wall and relaxed so much so that he hadn’t heard Dean come in. Moving the shower curtain, Dean actually startled him.
“Easy there baby, it's just me,” he said softly, sliding in beside him, rubbing Sam’s neck then rubbing small circles down his back, stopping at the base of his spine.
Oh God did that feel fantastic! Something about Dean’s calloused hands, hardened from battles fought, soothing their way down Sam’s back was divine.
“You are magnificent baby…I want to be with you forever. No one else Sammy, just you…” Dean ran his hands up Sam’s muscled abdomen, pulling him back a little. Sam shuddered at his touch.
Dean was never very verbal with his emotions and when he was, Sam knew it was from a place deep inside him.
Sam turned, and wet skin touched wet skin. They embraced under the spray of water, their hands roaming and stroking each other. The water caressed their naked bodies as their mouths came together in passion. Tongue against tongue, tasting each other, they kissed until they needed air.
Dean ran his hands through Sam’s wet hair, and Sam whispered “I love you” in Dean’s ear. Reaching down, he ran his fingers over the tip of Dean’s cock. Over and over he ran his thumb through the fluid gathering at the tip and around the rim causing Dean to moan loudly and arch his head back.
“Yes baby, ohgodthat…” Dean moaned gruffly.
Not stopping his fingers, Sam sucked along Dean’s collarbone, leaving little bite marks as he went. Sam shifted a little pushing Dean back against the wall. Sam continued stroking and touching gradually becoming firmer and faster as Dean groaned out Sam’s name like it was the only word he knew.
Right now it was. Dean was lost in the pleasure rushing through his body, threatening to explode.
Biting lightly at Dean’s nipples, Sam tightened his grip and fondled Dean’s balls on his down stroke, twisting his hand to caress the sensitive head on the upstroke, driving Dean to the edge.
“Feel good baby?” Sammy asked him, licking across Dean’s chest.
The sensation of Sam's tongue and his hand gripping him was just about paradise. Dean was so close, trying to hold on to this feeling, not wanting it to end.
“So close, Sammy...goddamn…” Dean could feel the passion coiling inside him.
“Come for me Dean, you know you want to...let me watch you…”
Ohfuckinghell that was just about the sexiest damn voice Dean had ever heard. Vocalizing during sex was not Sam’s forte, but ohGod that voice. Sam kept caressing Dean, drawing his orgasm from him stroke by stroke, his eyes locked on Dean’s face. Dean’s pleasure flashed in those beautiful eyes and he came hard, thrusting into Sam’s hand, spraying over his stomach.
As the sensations gradually subsided, Dean willed his knees to keep him upright, panting against the wall as Sam placed gentle kisses along his chest.
Dean steadied himself and moved into Sam. “Oh Sammy…” he said huskily as he gently rubbed Sam’s body with his soapy fingers.
“Want me to suck you Sammy…your cock all wet and hard in my mouth?” Now it was Sam’s knees that weakened. Dean’ voice was throaty and damn if didn’t seem to vibrate off the shower walls and right through Sam.
Ghosting his fingers across Sam’s stomach, Dean pleaded “Oh baby…I want to feel you inside my mouth…every gorgeous inch of you.” Running his hands up Sam’s sides, he begged “Tell me you want that Sammy.” The feel of Dean’s fingers, slick with soap, sliding over every inch of his own wet skin, oh hell yeah, Sam wanted that!
“Need…uhhggg...” Sam’s words turned into a moan when Dean’s hand finally, ohthankyouGod ,finally began to stroke Sam’s painfully hard cock.
Sam arched his head back into the wall and Dean suckled at his pulse point. Dean could actually feel Sam’s heart beating with his tongue and didn’t that just make his own heart race. Dean’s body was slipping along Sam’s. Sam felt like the sensations were coming from everywhere at one time.
“Deeeaann…” Sam groaned. He was going to come now if Dean kept this up. He was losing control of any thought other than what his body needed and needed right the hell now!
Sam was absolutely the hottest thing Dean had ever seen. He was wet, eyes dark with passion, and his beautiful cock was hard, arching toward his stomach just waiting for Dean.
Dean felt Sam tensing and knew he was close. Dean loved a long, slow ride with Sam, but he could wait for that. Right now would be fast and fantastic.
Dean dropped to his knees. “Just you Sammy…only you…”
Sam’s hips moved at the feel of Dean’s breath touching his skin. Dean's mouth enveloped Sam, sucking in the entire length, letting the head rub against the back of his throat. The water allowed Dean’s mouth to glide effortlessly from the tip to the root of Sam’s cock, sending shockwaves through his body. Dean slowly, tantalizingly, pulled back and where his mouth vacated, water moved in like a thousand little fingers stroking him, touching everywhere on his throbbing hardness.
“Don’t stop...pleasejustnow!” This was just ohsofuckinggood.
Dean twirled his tongue along Sam’s slit and Sam’s entire body shuddered. Sam desperately wanted to come. Dean had been teasing his flesh, the water...everything conspired to drive him mad with the need to explode into his brother's hot, wanton mouth.
“OhGodDean.I…fuckplease!!!!” Sam moaned, and Dean heard the crack of something hitting the tile.
“I know baby, here it comes,” and Dean sent Sam over the edge, taking him fully into his mouth, tugging on his balls, and humming. The overwhelming sensations sent Sam cascading and he came hard, unable to even moan.
Dean held him until he steadied, placing his forehead on Sam’s belly. Sam pulled him up and they stood together, water still warm and wonderful on their bodies, as they collected themselves.
“God, I love showers with you, hell of a way to get cleaned up,” Sam said as he placed a kiss on Dean’s forehead.
“Definitely, even better when the hot water doesn’t run out. Man I think I like this place!”
“Good, you liking it was part of the master plan,” Sam smiling to himself.
“Oh? What else do you have planned…?” Dean asked, curious.
“All in good time, my love, all in good time,” Sammy told him mysteriously.
Finally, they got out of the shower and toweled off. Sam moved to head into the bedroom as Dean pulled him back to him.
“I love you.” Dean ran the back of his hand across Sam’s cheek, fingers tugging on a lock of Sam’s hair.
“I know baby, I love you too,” Sam responded, taking Dean’s hand, lightly kissing
Birthdays and Revelations by sammysslave
Author's Notes:
I hope you enjoy Dean's birthday...The beta (and some help with the title) was done by Supernaturalgrl who did a terrific job.