"Jeez, Sammy when did you get so damn heavy?"

Dean laughed as he clumsily helped his little brother out of the bar. After a near-miss with a homicidal spirit, both boys reckoned they

deserved a night out, which consisted of getting hammered and (shockingly) being unable to pick up any chicks. Sam finally managed to stand

on his own two feet as Dean fumbled for his motel keys in his old leather jacket. "Crap" He sighed "I must a dropped 'em in the car", so they

slowly walked to the impala across the parking lot.

Dean opened the back door and leant down to search for the key. This was when Sam thought this to be a perfect opportunity to get revenge

for Dean purposely screwing up his opportunity to get a girl back at the bar. He crept up behind him, careful not to fall over the old beer cans

that his older brother was throwing out from the back of the car. "AAHH!" Sam screamed, scaring dean half to death. Dean jumped, tripping

over one of the beer cans and falling into the old Chevy. He grabbed the closest thing that he could, which happened to be Sam's shirt, pulling

both of them onto the back seats.

"What the hell dude!" dean yelled, trying to push his giggling brother off him, "I'm sorry I-"Sam started but he stopped when he realised

his face was inches from dean's. They made eye contact, and although the smell of alcohol and cigarettes from the bar hung in the air, Sam

had never been so turned on by his brother's eyes boring into him.

"I-jeez I'm drunk" Dean stated, attempting to break the tension, but with no success. They seemed to subconsciously lean in, and before

either brother could regain themselves, they pressed their lips together. Soft at first, Sam parted his lips slightly, as deans tongue curiously

moved towards his mouth. Suddenly they shifted, as their kissing became rapid, hungry. Dean's hands ran through the brown locks as Sam

wrapped his arms around his waist, edging under the t-shirt and up his back, sending shivers down dean's spine. They parted slightly, just

enough for Sam to tug dean's shirt off and almost immediately after plant his lips straight onto his neck.

"Oh god Sammy" dean moaned, almost breathless as he mercifully lay beneath his brother, feeling pure euphoria like never before. As the

younger brothers kissing got lower, dean managed enough strength to undo the buttons on Sam's dirty jeans, his hands feverishly tugging at

the material.

Just as dean was about to pull down the boxers, he felt lips graze his ear and a soft voice.

"You know, we're really gonna regret this tomorrow"

Dean made eye contact with his brother, a slight smile appearing on his face, and with a wink, whispered,

"Well, we'd better make the most of tonight then"