Title: Thirst for Lust

Author: Feline Feral

Characters: Dean, Sam and a whole whack of originals (no pairings)
Ratings: M (Mature)/ R…because of one scene later on.

Warnings: Violence and Rape
Summary: Sam and dean discover that beauty really is only skin deep while trying to investigate a house with an ironic sort of name.

Beta: Thanks go out to many people. Alex and Rachael for reading it over, Penny for reading it as each section was written and catching any mistakes, also for being very patient and finally Tiffany for catching anything missed (mostly for fixing my punctuation.)
Any other notes: Not all the much to add here, except that this is my first Supernatural fic so I'm nervous about it. I'm not even really sure where the spot that invoked the high rating came from… Anyway hope you like and all comments are most appreciated….Oh yeah, standard disclaimer stuff...don't own the boys…no money made…don't sue….

I posted this a while ago but felt that it would be easier to read in chapter form. Originally posted 08/20/06 under the title Sed Para La Lujuria.

Chapter One

Dean Winchester woke up like he's woken up so many times before; to a ringing phone. With a grumble, he reached over to the nightstand separating his bed from his brother's and picked up his cell phone. Looking at the display with a frown, he opened the phone already knowing what was there; a text message with nothing but coordinates and three letters. Not that he'd ever admit it, but his father was starting to annoy him with the text messages, the man himself was starting to drive him insane.

With a sigh, Dean sat up and looked over to his still sleeping brother. He hated to wake him, this was the first full nights sleep he'd gotten in a long time and disrupting it was not something Dean wanted to do; Sam needed sleep.

Grumbling curses under his breath, Dean got out of bed and headed toward the bathroom. On the way he poked Sam in the shoulder. "Wake up, man, we gotta go." When Sam muttered something incomprehensible under his breath, Dean continued on to the bathroom. Closing the door, he went about his business, hoping Sam would be up and about by the time he left the small room.

The hope was proven false when Dean exited the bathroom to find Sam tangled in the bed sheets in nothing but his boxers, still fast asleep. Rolling his eyes, Dean picked up one of Sam's shoes and called out again, "Sam, get up." When Sam didn't move, Dean launched the shoe at his brother's back, hitting him squarely in the shoulder.

Sam jolted off the bed with a yelp and a gun in hand; only it didn't look very intimidating, because he ended up in a heap on the floor. Glaring at Dean as he untangled himself from the bed sheet, Sam demanded, "What was that for? I was sleeping."

"It's noon. Even I don't sleep that late and besides we got more coordinates," Dean said as he finished tying his shoe. "Now put the gun away and get dressed I want food."

Sam glowered at Dean and moved slowly toward the bathroom, relatively clean clothes in hand; they were going to have to do laundry sometime soon, you could only wear the same sets of clothes so many times before they started to take on a life of their own. Coming out of the bathroom moments later, and a great deal more awake, Sam sat down on the bed to put his shoes on, digging the one that had become a projectile earlier out from the mess of blankets on the floor.

"Alright let's go," Sam said as he grabbed his laptop off the table and went out to the car. Dean shook his head but followed, locking the door behind him before steering the Impala towards the closest diner.