A/N- This is a parody story, each chapter will be something different unless I have a description next to the chapter like 1 of 2. I have gotten permission from Sage Londyn to use characters of hers as well. Hope you all enjoy!

"Sam!" Dean squealed as Sam tickled Dean behind his knees, "Stop! I'm going to pee myself!"

Sam was laughing so hard he himself thought he might wet.

"Dean, you know how I get when you scream my name…" Sam huffed at him seductively.

Deans eyes bugged out a little at the realization at what he'd done to his brother. His eyes involuntarily strayed to Sam's bulging crotch. Suddenly, Dean also had a hot demon to release.

Sam tenderly reached for Deans strong jaw bone and leaned in. Their kiss was a hot searing love connection. The room filled with immediate need, need for physical satisfaction. Dean reached behind Sam slowly massaging his ripped obleecks then grabbed onto the tail of Sam's shirt and pulled it slowly over his head and teased him as if he were going to use it to bind his hands. They both knew it wouldn't hold him once they began to get boiling hot.

Sam freed his hands and reached for Deans peck muscles, he lightly dragged his fingertips down Deans chest and torso pausing at his belly-button. He ran his index finger side to side along Dean's waist band of his jeans then slowly un-buckled his belt, jean button, and zipper. Dean moaned with anticipation as he gently tugged on a tuft of Sam's wavy brown locks.

Sam dropped Dean's pants to his knees and raised one of his own knees between Dean's thighs. He brushed the fabric of his jeans against the inner sides of his thighs causing Dean's muscles to ripple with goose bumps. Dean began to un-zip Sam's pants as a loud ripping noise flew from Sam's buttocks. Dean fell back onto the floor holding both hands over his nose and mouth as he did an army crawl over to the door for fresh air. Sam jumped up and down giddily laughing and clapping his hands as his pants fell to his ankles. "Dean! I'm so sorry, but the burritos we ate last night were all beans on mine!" Sam managed to mutter between bursts of laughter.

Dean stood on the balcony walkway outside their door breathing deep and hanging over the railing to try to catch the breeze with fresh air. He loved his brother but when gas came from that boy, you had better have a gas mask and a spare supply of oxygen lying around, he was a lethal weapon. The thought of his brother as a lethal weapon bubbled in his mind as he continued breathing good, thick city air. That demon bitch Ruby had been feeding him poisonous things like beans, broccoli, and lots of eggs making his intestinal gasses stronger and stronger. He knew that soon his brother would be strong enough to kill Lilith, but Castiel had told him to stop his brother or the angels would. He wondered what Castiel had meant when he said that.

Dean turned towards the door, cracking it a little to sniff and make sure the rooms air supply had been replenished with good air once again. He didn't smell the poison so he opened the door a little more hoping he could go back in, but the mood had been killed by Sammy.

The next day:

Sam woke up spooning his brother, he had managed another night without killing Dean. He felt like Dean was as delicate as a grape, a tough skin but mushy yummy inside. Sam licked his lips at the thought then wiped the thought from his mind, he didn't know if he could control himself around his brother. There was something about him that made him Sam's specific brand of meth. Sam woke Dean to step out so he could use the bathroom.

Dean, again, was standing on the balcony breathing to the tune of "Eye Of The Tiger" and making air drum gestures.