The '67 Chevy impala swerved crazily around the motel's neon sign and screeched to a sudden halt, parked at a sharp angle.
"Dude, you are way too drunk to be driving," Sam laughed, not really caring.
"I didn't hit a single pedestrian," Dean protested, elbowing his brother in the face and swinging himself out of the car.
"Well, next time, I'm driving," Sam maintained, as he stumbled out of the car and nearly fell over.
Dean laughed hysterically.
"You're even drunker than I am, man. You wouldn't have been able to walk home by yourself, let alone drive safely."
Sam mumbled something indistinct.
"Come on, we're both crazy drunk and should sleep it off," Dean said, pulling Sam into the motel room.
Sam giggled a little.
"Guess what, Dean? The man at the bar gave me free drugs and I just took one and they are really nice, Dean you should try one I really like it," Sam said, leaning into Dean and touching his arm.
"Seriously, man? I thought you were smarter than that! What did you take?" Dean sighed, steering his brother to the bed and sitting him down.
"I don't even know I just know I feel really good now and I love you and I never ever want you to leave, OK Dean? Because you're my brother and I love you." Sam, who before was giddy and smiling, now was staring intently into his brother's eyes, seriously needing an answer.
"Yeah...I promise," Dean said, a little worried now.
"GOOD because I would never want you to leave that would make me sad. Here Dean, have one of these they are very nice," Sam babbled, trying to give a happy pill to Dean.
"No thanks, Sammy. Hey, how about you try and get some sleep, ok?" Dean suggested, trying to pull away, but Sam held on to him firmly.
"No! Dean...I...I love you," Sam fretted.
"I know Sammy, I love you too, but you need sleep."
"Really Dean. I really love you." Sam moved in a little closer.
"Woah, man. Not like that. I think those pills did something to you. You aren't yourself." Dean again tried to move away, but this time Sam pinned him against the bed. Sam was a lot stronger than Dean.
"I want you, Dean. I don't care if it's wrong. I love you and I want you, and I know you want me too," Sam said huskily, removing his shirt.
Dean pulled and squirmed but to no avail. Sam, however didn't like that.
"Stop moving around, Dean! just enjoy it. I know you will. Just take this, it will help." This time Sam forced the pill into Dean's mouth. Dean tried not to swallow, but started to choke and had too. In a minute, Dean had stopped squirming. Then he grinned at Sam.
Sam wasted no time. He pressed his lips to Dean's, then pulled off Dean's shirt. Skin rubbed against skin and they moaned in unison, horny beyond belief. Dean pulled Sam closer, pulling his hair, wanting him, all of him. Together they sank into the bed, brothers, and lovers for the night.