Okay this was going to be a one shot smut fic, but as I progressed I realized it would end up in the two to three shot category at least……why I can't seem to do porn without some kind of back story is beyond me….I really did try.

Oh yeah and I don't own these boys if I did I would never leave home…..so don't sue me. I am not quitting on my other story I just really wanted something smutty to wrap my teeth around, and it kind of grew into something more. So only time will tell, please review…..love and plot bunnies to all

Two For One

The morning was a hot and dusty blue. Scratchy grass and tumbleweeds were blowing up inside the tiny cyclones that danced across the motel parking lot. I could feel the sweat already dripping between my bra strap and skin, hurrying towards the door I pulled my purse harder into my side. I needed to get out of this heat and inside, where at least the rooms had air conditioning and I could work in peace. Upon entering the nearly empty parking lot I noticed a car that wasn't there yesterday and was instantly curious of the owner: a black late 60's Impala. Now this was a classic car, I purred at the back of my throat, rounding the tail end with an appreciative gleam in my eye, it was like sex on wheels. It was all black and shinny chrome that would vibrate up through the slick seat, then warm and tingly. The man who owned this car was no pushover. He was what I liked to call '' alpha dog'', fully in charge and capable of every aspect of himself. I couldn't help myself when my fingers made a trail along the edge of the shinny bumper, like a lover's touch I allowed myself a lingering thought, picturing the man who owned such a vehicle as he pushed me up onto the back- again, and again, and again. I laughed despite myself, it had just been too long when a car had me fantasizing. Besides, this guy was probably some dirty old hippy, this was real life after all not some fantasy fuck. Oh I knew I needed to get laid but it had been a while since I'd had a boyfriend, and I wasn't really the type to go one night standing anyway. But I'd found these kind of thoughts entering my head more and more often lately; the bag boy at the grocery store, the man at the post office, I felt like I would soon explode if I didn't do something.

Pinching my nose between my forefingers I sighed to myself wanting to scream into the sky at the frustration of it all. This was such a small town and it's not like there was anybody I could casually do without everyone knowing about it the next day. And I didn't need father Thomas knocking on my door for a nice hell-fire and damnation chat either. Pausing to indulge my thoughts one more time as I placed my hand on the smooth trunk I was startled by a gruff male voice.

''Hey, what the hell are you doing to my car!''

''Just admiring the view''. I answered on a turn to see said owner standing five feet away and approaching quickly. I gulped nervously as he bent to make sure I'd done no damage. This was the owner of the car? He was ten times better than anything I could've imagined, and he was real. Okay Kara gather yourself together, just because some incredibly hot man was now three feet away, you don't need to hyperventilate.

'' Sorry, I guess I'm a little touchy when it comes to my baby girl here'', Dazzling white and even smile, long lashes drooping over sage green eyes-strike that first thought, there was plenty of reason to hyperventilate.

'' I guess I must be into women then, cause I was defiantly checking out your car'', I smiled finding myself pulled into his and flirting as if it was common practice for me.

''We'll, I might have to get a little jealous then, cause this one'', he patted the hood as if it were his lover and continued'' belongs to me''. His eyebrows rose a little as he said this like he was expecting a challenge.

''You, can't blame a girl for looking. When something that nice rolls into town, she starts to think that maybe casualty might not be such a bad thing after all'', I looked him up and down slowly letting the fire that sparked from my eyes singe his already burnished skin. And he didn't even bat an eye; he was probably used to his effect on women.

''Oh well, her loss, guess I better get to work'', flipping my bangs from my eyes, I turned to leave….he was way out of my league, maybe he had a brother.

''Wait, you're the maid'', he asked jogging after me and gripping my arm. Trying not to notice the warmth his hand had as it branded my flesh, I smiled in my all business like smile, maybe he needed some towels or something.

''I am, can't you tell by the uniform'', I nodded down and his eyes flicked over me like he was first noticing the dove grey of the frumpy short dress. But he lingered the same way my eyes had on the car when I'd first come in. The heat in that gaze made me feel as if we were dancing, testing the waters one toe at a time. It was like dueling the grand champion, stabbing back and forth, like a game he was more practiced at than I. And I felt his gaze heat me all the way up to the roots of my hair.

''Is there something you need?'' It came out almost in a squeak making me feel like I was 15 years old again, I added'' Like towels or soaps'', I cringed a little thinking about him wet and dripping wasn't helping me any.

'' Nothing like that, not now anyway, but If you would stay out of our room, we kind of like the privacy, unless we call for something specific of course'', He grinned at the end of the sentence his voice deepening as he winked. And as much as I would have liked to have kept my pride and my cool I stammered a quick reply before practically running away.

''Of course sir'' and I could feel his eyes following me all the way down the walk, not safe until I opened the office door. There I stood panting; face flushed, and heart knocking with traitoress desire.

''So you met the men, in number 11 huh? I heard Rashel's voice grind out in her forty-year nicotine clogged tones.

''There's two'', I croaked out, mind tumbling on ahead as she elaborated. '' Brothers, I'd say unless their lovers'', she wheezed into a dry laugh wrapping her long pink-tipped nails more tightly around her cigarette, the yellow of her teeth crumbling behind floral pink lipstick. Rashel was the stereotypical motel manager. Tight died springs of unnaturally red hair. Her powdered white skin like crinkled paper under huge wide framed sun glasses; even the pastel leisure suit circa 1972 that bulged at the buttons. She was defiantly a character and a nosy one at that, I knew by the end of their stay Rashel would know whether the boys were brothers or lovers.

''Do they look alike?'' I asked curious now myself, it was one of my weaknesses and if I stayed in this town I would probably fast take Rashel's place…eventually.

''As much as anyone's brother can I suppose but the other ones taller with darker hair and eyes, younger I would say, by at least a few years''. I was disappointed when this is all the detail I could get from her, and resolved to somehow get a peek at the other brother by the end of the day.

I'd been kept so busy all morning by Rashel I was starting to wonder if she was purposely trying to keep me away from our new guests. I hadn't even had time to stop and try and snag a voyeuristic glance through the small slit in their hotel curtains.

I bent down to hug the ten rolls of two-ply into my straining arms- out of the supply closet but as I was slowly lugging them up and turned quickly to put them on my cart a hard jostle forced them from my arms, and now it was raining toilet paper. Falling backwards I landed with a hard bump to my bottom, locks pulled free from the already frazzled ponytail, I looked up through my hair at a set of the longest tree stump legs I had ever seen. Glancing up so quickly I am surprised I didn't crick my neck I saw a giant of a man looming over me with a look of startled surprise and sympathy in his deep hazel green eyes.

He bent down quickly stammering apologies and swiping roles into his own long arms, he seemed slightly nervous like I might start screaming at him as his angled, sharp cast eyes widened, under a scruffy slightly long mop of sable hair. He had a long face, long as his limbs, with slanted cheek bones over peeking dimples when he smiled. I wasn't even paying attention as he spoke, I seemed to be lost somewhere in those long fingers, watching the way they gripped the cheep roles at two in one hand. Damn those were some long slender hands. I gulped past the lump in my throat for the second time that day, as I imagined what hands like that could do. And then the kicker, I let myself picture the rest of him being as large as those hands and I shivered a little right there on the ground; bottom pressed into warm concrete, it was like having a mini orgasm. I so needed to get laid!

''Um, excuse me Miss are you okay'', his voice had suddenly come back into focus, having placed all the errant roles onto my cart he knelt down in front of me, a look of major concern as he tried to come as close to my level that his height would allow. I looked down noticing how high my skirt had risen as my legs were splayed out before him, and I turned red. Unfortunately, his gaze followed mine but he quickly averted his eyes.

''I suddenly wish I wasn't wearing the pink with the rubber-ducky's'. I stated flatly referring to my underwear; I added'' Why couldn't it have been the satin or the lace''? I sighed, tucking my hair behind my reddened ear. I looked up towards the chiseled man with the pretty curving lips with his little boy expression, and I realized he was more embarrassed than me. I couldn't help it I started laughing, seeing my easy nature he chuckled a little himself face breaking into the most handsome smile.

''The look on your face'', I huffed out between laughs'' I'm the one wearing ducky's for god's sake''.

He offered me his hand and it engulfed mine as he helped me to my feet. ''My names Sam'', he greeted with that smile, a smile that could rip the buttons right of this stuffy uniform….I suddenly felt nervous myself '' Kara'' I returned with a half smile , then adding on complete impulse and no forethought

''Your taller than your brother'', or lover, I amended in my head but I doubted they were lovers, the shorter one had been too easy on the charm to imagine he was anything other than heterosexual.

''You met Dean'', he seemed startled and a little disappointed, I wasn't sure why, until he peered around the edge of the supply closet, like Dean might be hiding inside. My eyes widened as I realized what Sam had been thinking.

''I usually wait till at least lunch to seduce men in the supply closet''. I said my tone sharp on my tongue. If he thought I was a slut, even if I had been entertaining some risqué ideas, it still stung. In a world where as a woman only a few words and you were branded with the Scarlett Letter it made it hard to become sexually mature and not feel guilty. It angered me to think of all those men off humping to their hearts content and I couldn't even get a little side action for once and not feel like a hooker. Sam took in the anger and hurt in my eyes and quickly apologized.

''No, it's not that I think you are the type to………'' He trailed off searching for the right words'', It's Dean he's a little, well I mean his a good guy …it's just he is…that type. I didn't mean to offend you''. Sam offered all this with a nervous smile that was so endearing I couldn't stay angry.

I warmed a little patting Sam on the shoulder and stated'' It's okay, we had a little sparing off over his car. I let him know how much I liked it, and it ended in some weird sexual swordplay……your right he is the type….it's just hard you know….'' I drew that sentence out unsure whether to go on but I felt safe in Sam's confidence, and so I told him'' When you're a woman, and you feel like you need something a little more substantial than your fingers, it's impossible to achieve without instantly being branded as trashy''. I looked back at Sam as I said this waiting for some kind of reply almost like he was my case and point for every male.

'' Why should you care what people think they know'', He asked this so matter-o-factly that I couldn't help but wonder if it was me who had been holding myself back. '' I mean sexuality is a part of being human, it's one of the baser human instincts, why should anybody be denied, something so passionate, just based on gender'', he eyes narrowed as he spoke and he moved slightly closer, so into what he was saying that he was gesturing with those big hands of his dramatically. ''look you don't need to think, breath, and live sex like my brother does but why hold back and let it all build up…..that's not healthy either, believe me, I know''! He now had his large hands around my shoulders and had defiantly passed personal bubble space. I laughed '' Looks like you need it much, if not more than I do''.

Sam blushed; apparently I had come pretty close to home with that one.

'' I need to be going I just wanted to ask for some extra towels. My brother and I won't be back for a while so now would be a good time, just leave them right inside the door''. He smiled tightly all of the previous pleasantries gone, and made his way past me. I was surprised by his abrupt leave and change in demeanor, perhaps he had a girl friend or something, and our discussion had made him feel guilty.

I turned before he could get too far away and stated'' I wasn't planning on jumping you, you know''?

''It's not that, I guess that was just too much honesty for me. I hadn't realized that I'd been hiding from it, and now I don't know how to react to it'', Sam's brow furrowed as he said this, a somber expression haunting his fine features. I waved as he turned to leave wishing I would've jumped him because maybe he was too much well….Sam to instigate anything himself. What a complete pair of opposites I thought to myself, watching the black Impala pull out from the curb, and I would probably gladly jump into either ones lap. Especially, now that I realized I wanted someone- they would be the perfect choices, sexy and only blowing through, no strings attached.

Pushing my cart down the walkway I stopped in front of their door grabbing a pile of fresh towels from my cart I used my keys to open the heavy wood. Initially intending to step inside and just set them down on the table in front of the closed curtains, my curiosity once again got the better of me. When they'd left they had put a huge green army duffle into their trunk, which was kind of strange. But Kara couldn't for the life of her imagine Sam doing anything shady. Glancing at the rumpled sheets and unmade bed my fingers itched to jump inside and see if they smelled as good as I thought they would. Tilting my head I imagined the two of them tossed in sheets and boxers, tousled hair and strong chests falling with rhythmic movement. I almost had to stop myself from rolling into their sheets myself, inhaling there scents and pleasuring myself while thinking about them. A half smile curved my lips as I sighed dreamily, totally oblivious to the man inching his way ever closer to the slightly opened door.

'' Who are you, and what are you doing in our room'', the door burst open in a flurry of boot kicking activity. When I heard that growling voice I squeaked, jumping and turning as the towels flew willy nilly into the air, and then stood cold and frozen as Dean's gun pointed up into my face.

''Towels'', I answered lamely, arms raised up next to my ears, angry that he'd scared me half to death I asked sarcastically '' Is it a crime now to deliver clean towels?''

I could see Sam smirking from the doorway as Dean tucked his gun into the back of his pants. I figured they were cops or detectives or something, but their bad boy rating had just shot up ten points, making them even more fuckable without strings, and kind of kinky. I licked my lips nervously just thinking about it.

'' I thought I told you to stay out, unless asked'', Deans deep voice rumbled an irritated scowl on his handsome face.

''Sam, asked me to bring some towels, said you'd be gone for a while so I waited a bit. I didn't know I'd signed on for this though'', I answered motioning towards the gun. Dean threw Sam a look of silent communication; I could tell something was passing between them.

''Told Kara to leave them inside the door'', He answered and then I knew I would have to explain why I was halfway across the room, what excuse could I possibly come up with for that one. If I told them the truth they would think I was some nutter with a basic instinct complex……but really wasn't the truth all I had. Fuck it, I thought with a shrug as Dean turned back towards me, if they wanted to know. At least the playing field would be level.

'' I was fantasizing''. I answered with a shrug smiling slightly in an amused way.

''Fantasizing''? They both stated in unison, identical expressions of astonishment on their faces.

'' About what, who''? Dean questioned his eyebrows raised as he pinched his bottom lip in thought.

'' About you'', I looked in their general directions but Dean still wasn't getting it. ''look, I know we had a moment in the parking lot this morning but you can't just come into our room and steal underwear or whatever it was you were going to do'', Dean strutted around me as he said this continuing to rub his jaw and nod in a very cocky way he added'' maybe you should come back tonight and we can do it the right way, drinks and maybe some pool, at the local bar….''

Sam interrupted Dean's sales pitch'' I think she meant me Dean''. Dean turned like he had forgotten Sam was even there and looking at him speculatively spoke'' Look Sammy, we both know you're an attractive guy, Hell, you're my little brother for god's sake, but you know it's always me who gets the chicks''.

At first Sam looked a little hurt at this and then hardening his jaw he stated'' Kara and I had a moment to Dean, I ran into her….literally in front of the supply closet''. Sam's eyes glowed like he was daring Dean to challenge him. Turning to me Dean opened his arms and tilted his eyebrow as if to say- come on Kara tell Sammy how you really feel. This was going to be harder than I thought I didn't want to turn them against each other, and maybe this could be ugly…..I mean I wanted both of them. I chewed my lip not sure if I should say anything, but now Sam's eyes were pleading into mine and Dean was already looking like he had it in the bag, as he rocked back and forth on his heels.

Turning back and forth between them I wondered if I could decide between the two. Dean was everything male, hard and grainy, callused and rough…..but probably smooth as silk in bed. He had enough confidence exuding his aura for ten men, and let's face it that was sexy. A girl knew if she took someone like him to bed she would never need to redirect him into the right spot, the perfect position.

And then there was Sam the tall lumbering stability of deep passionate love. He would care about his lover and whether he got it right or not, he would continue to try until it was anything you wanted. Sam with his soft curling hair and burning eyes, when he loved would give everything. He would probably even cuddle you afterwards.

Twisting my hands together I knew I could never decide on just one…okay maybe I was being selfish but damnit I wanted both of them, let them decide how they felt about that. I was tired of being swept under the rug just because of my gender, why the hell couldn't I have my cake and eat it to…or at least try.

''Both of you, I was fantasizing about both of you'', and then just to make sure my bombshell hit base camp added'' I want both of you''.

The silence after this statement was too loud, almost like a bomb had fallen. And when I looked up to see their faces I knew they both understood.