Forget Me Not

by starglow71

AU. Wincest! Sam/Dean. Unrelated eventually. Dean has a drinking problem and keeps blacking out, after doing bad things with his brother, of course. Will Sam say something, or will he keep being forgettable? Consensual, not rape! Schmoop, drama.

1. Remember Me

Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural or the characters thereof.

Warning: Unrelated Sam/Dean. Some language, graphic imagery. Sexual Content. Dark content.

If you don't like Wincest, don't read! I get graphic with most of my Wincest and I don't want to offend you.

This will be a multi-shot, not sure how many. I'll have to see. Might make it a multi-chapter, I like the boys hunting with John again this way.

Plot: Dean has a drinking problem and he has a bad habit of doing bad things he forgets the next day when he gets too drunk. Bad things he keeps doing with Sam, to be exact.

Will Sam ever tell him? And how would their folks react if they found out?

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(Present)

Sam moaned hotly as Dean pressed his mouth deeper onto his dick, sucking it hard, loving its taste. Dean's drunken moans fill the suite. Dean was drunk-fucking Sam again and Sam really enjoyed when he did this. Even if he picked up a chick while he's drunk, he still waited until she left and seduced Sam, usually with those petal like lips wrapped around his dick. Sometimes he got on top on it and rode him until they came clawing. By then Sam was too wound up and flipped him over and fucked him some more. Sometimes Sam sucked Dean when he yanked his hair and drank him down. Then he sometimes rode Dean's dick for all he was worth and came screaming.

This time as he was flipped to the bottom, Sam recalled the first time this happened. His first drunken bout of sex with Dean and how amazing it was.

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(flashback)

It was almost two years ago when it all started. Sam was alone again, and watching porn. It had turned out to be a really good one, so he actually had his dick out working himself as he watched it when Dean came thumping in and slammed the door behind him. Adjusting the salt line while leaning into the door for balance as he fixed the salt line, even drunk he fixed the salt line.

Then he saw a blushing Sam flip off the television and walked over, preventing Sam from putting his dick away. One hand touched him and stroked. "You're so huge, Sammy. So hard, I should take care of that." Dean said with leer. Sam said nothing, he was just surprised. Sure, he'd fantasized about it but damn to have it actually happen was a whole other thing! Dean stopped stroking him and pressed him back up the bed, undressing him, kissing down his body and making him writhe softly now. Drunken fingers worked his virgin hole and lube was pressed in. Soon Dean was inside him and Sam's body just came alive now. Dean worked into him and moaned, "So tight! Feel so good, Sammy."

They came hard together as Dean stroked Sam while he fucked him. Both shouted their orgasms and moaned loudly, Dean shouted, "Sammy!" and Sam shouted "Dean!" Then Dean held him and they kissed softly until they fell asleep, "I love you, Sammy, always have." Dean whispered softly against his ear, "With all my heart." As they fell asleep, Sam smiled happily. "I love you, too, Dean!" Sam said softly.

Then woke up to Dean in the other bed and grinning. "So I'm not the only one who got lucky last night? Who was she? Was it as good as I had?"

Sam was shocked to say the least, but forgiving. "Yes, it was very very good. Best I ever had actually." He smiled and shrugged, walking naked to the bathroom and seeing what effect it would have. Dean got hard but didn't seem to notice; he just looked away and went back to sleep. "Did you see who fucked me?" Sam asked, testing him.

"Um, fucked you? As in…a guy?" Dean rolled over and looked at him surprise. "You're…gay?"

"Apparently." Sam grinned and smiled, "He was amazing last night, best ever!" Then sighed going into the bathroom and cried softly in the shower. Dean had made love to him and forgotten it, blacked it out. Then Sam got out and dressed, pretended it hadn't happened and felt his heart breaking already. He stayed though, knowing deep down that Dean loved him and couldn't admit it. Then Sam hoped deep in his secret heart that someday he would because Sam really needed to hear him say it again. He dreamt of Dean saying it again, making love to him again… someday.

Someday came the next Friday, when a drunken Dean came stumbling in again and had Sam suck him and fucked him again. Then cuddled and said he loved him. Then moved to his own bed and forgot again.

Same thing happened Saturday, and every day after, whenever Dean got really drunk. He'd black out and they would fuck, say words of love, and then he would forget. Tease Sam about getting too much dick, saying they were going to split his ass in half someday. They'd laugh.

Deep down Sam was sad and wanted him to remember. But they never spoke of it. Ever.

Dean always assumed that very satisfied sexual feeling was from sex with someone else, a girl. Sam felt proud when he said it felt like he had just had amazing sex last night, knowing it was him, Sam, who had given him that feeling.

Another time, Sam pulled Dean beneath him and fucked him. Dean moaned and shouted loudly and they moved hard and deeper into each other. Then they had clawed and came screaming for more. Sam fucked him hard again and filled him with his cum, over and over again.

Of course they cuddled and said they loved each other, kissing.

But when Dean woke up, he assumed he had finally got around to guys now and joked with Sam that he wondered if they had the same tastes in men. Sam was sure they did. He didn't want to freak Dean out so he said nothing.

So he did another test. To see how drunken Dean would react to Sam with another man. So he left a note, saying where he was, knowing drunken Dean would come back to fuck Sam later on that night. And if drunken Dean was anything like regular Dean, then he would go looking for him.

The bar was fairly empty. Good. Dean would have good view when he got here. Sam had dressed his sexiest for this encounter, wanting to attract someone for sure. He had never done this so he assumed this was how it worked. He had only ever been with Dean. He and Jess hadn't got around to sex yet. He had never had sex. He just figured they'd wait, get to know each other. Not even as a kid, had never wanted anyone either. Until he saw Dean. His brother so godlike, coming out of the shower while he was brushing his teeth one day when he was twelve. His heart beat faster, his mouth got dry, and his dick got hard as a rock. Dean headed out and Sam jacked off to thought of Dean's body dripping wet, and came for the first time. After that, he relished it when Dean thought Sam wasn't paying attention and walked to the bags naked or in a towel. He came from him then.

Then worked his fingers into his ass at fourteen, picturing Dean doing that to him, like the guy on the porn channel had done to that other guy. He stroked himself at the same time and came shouting Dean's name. Cleaning off quickly after doing it two more times because it had felt so good!

He wanted to brain every girl that flirted with Dean but settled for monopolizing his time so maybe he could have less time to fuck them, when all Sam wanted was for Dean to do that to him. College had been better, there had been Jess. Granted, he had loved her, not as much as he loved Dean, but yeah, he had loved her. He loved her as much as he could. Was going to propose and have a honeymoon, make love to her. Then the fire took her away, while Dean's arms pulled him away as he screamed for her. Her death seared into his brain forever.

A tear slipped out for her, one tear. Pathetic really. She deserved more.

"Hey, handsome." A male voice said and Sam looked up. It was a blonde guy, with green eyes, like Dean's. He got hard at that thought. His eyes swept the man's body and moaned. Body similar to Dean's too. Sam's hand moved to the man's ass and stroked it. Damn, such a firm ass, too. Maybe Sam would let him really fuck him if Dean didn't show up.

"I'm Sam." Sam said taking his hand and feeling a hand move up his thigh, stopping at his hard dick. "That's yours if you want it."

"Yeah, I'd like that." The man said, stroking him lightly now. "I'm John."

Okay, coincidence on the name but, hey, if he kept touching Sam that way, he could be named Bobby and he would still scream it as the man fucked him!

"Let's take this outside, baby." John whispered and Sam nodded, both leaving quickly. They ended up in John's car and the man was sucking him now. Sam grabbed his head and looked around, not seeing Dean yet. Saw a shadow move though. He touched his knife then relaxed, it was Dean. He recognized his sexy silhouette against the fog and light. The man lay him down now, pulled his legs up. Was lubing him up when the car door opened. A loud punch followed and a thud, and Sam felt himself tugged upward. His pants were pulled up and Dean growled. "My Sammy, no bastard touches My Sammy!"

Sam didn't ask what took so long; he didn't care. He had his results. Drunken Dean was just as possessive as he had hoped he'd be. This thought didn't last long. Soon as they were back to the room, Dean undressed him quickly and then himself. Kissed Sam hard and pushed him to the bed. Once inside him again, he fucked him all night and they cuddled and kissed lovingly as the sun rose over them now, dick still inside him. "You are mine, understand? No one gets to touch you ever again, am I clear?" Dean said jealously, biting a mark into his shoulder hard. See if the fuckers missed that one!

"All yours." Sam said softly and smiled, "No one touches you again either then, Dean!" Sam meant it.

"No one but you." Dean promised and smiled, "All I want, all I ever wanted was you, Sammy. I saw you watching me when we were younger. Heard you jacking off and calling my name softly as you came. Turned me on. Didn't dare let you know though. It's why I went naked and in towels around you so much, I liked you looking at my body. Watched you when you fingered your ass sometimes to the pornos, came from watching you through the window. Wanted to be inside you when you came then, saying my name the way you did then. I loved you then, baby."

"Me, too." Sam agreed and slept now. Later, he felt Dean pull out of him and leave the bed. Felt so cold without his warm arms to hold him now. Dean slid under his covers while slipping on boxers. He was soon passed out. Sam waited to see if he'd remember this time.

He didn't. Just complimented him on his love bite and went to shower. Sam rolled over into his pillow and cried…again. So much for just Dean and just him!

He headed to a bar now and proceeded to get plastered too. Dean and he fought when Dean came to get him and he passed out back at the room. Dean could tell something was hurting his brother now but Sam wouldn't say what. He still resolved to find out. He just assumed he would tell him after he apologized to Sam. Which he did when Sam woke up. And still Sam just glared and didn't say a word.

Dean was worried. And headed to a bar. Got drunk again.

And came back to make love to Sam again, telling him he loved him and he was sorry. Sam told him the truth, and feeling bad for hurting him. He vowed to remember this time and not hurt him anymore. Sam hoped it was true. But the next morning, Dean was back in his own bed and had forgotten again. It was worse than a split personality. At least they had an excuse.

Sam was getting tired of this shit now. Tired of feeling loved then forgotten and then loved again.

Something had to be done, and soon. Or he was going to throttle Dean when he stumbled in drunk someday; see him forget that one!

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(present)

Sam knew the camera was getting this. Every bit. Dean fucked him harder now and Sam gave into his pleasure again, the feeling of Dean making love to him this way. "Dean…so good…love you…tired of you forgetting me…fuck…remember me!" He looked at the camera with begging eyes, "I love you, please be mine?...don't forget me again!" Then he came moaning and screaming with Dean who arched with him and filled him over and over, making love to him the rest of the night and letting Sam take him too.

They cuddled afterward and Dean looked into his eyes. "I love you, Sammy, always. Marry me?"

Sam had no idea what to say, surely he would just forget it again but, hey, he had say it or burst with love for him anyway. "You sure?"

"Yes, fake identities and all. At least we can be together." Dean said, "No one needs to know. Maybe we could invite Dad and Bobby. If they accept us, that is."

"But…you'll forget again…you always do!" Sam cried now, not able to handle this now. Not a marriage proposal. Sex was one thing but this, this marriage thing, he wanted it too bad to let it be forgotten. He thought of the camera, figured now he would show Dean and maybe see if he meant it. "Yes, baby, a thousand yeses, I'll marry you!"

They kissed now and made love some more. Then cuddled and said their 'I love you's. Then Dean went to his own bed and slept later that morning. Leaving Sam cold and lonely with a camera recording everything.

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"Damn Sammy, you got kinky! A camera? Can I see?" Dean teased and Sam sat up, smiling smugly. This was even better than he hoped. Getting Dean to see the video had been the hard part; he had the rest planned out already. "Go ahead, you might like it." Sam agreed, getting up now.

Of course, the proposal was on there and Sam really hoped Dean meant it. Or he was going to be hurt for real this time!

Dean rewound it and watched, shock on his face, desire there too. He watched the whole thing while Sam dressed, knowing Dean would need time to digest the proof that it wasn't just Sam having the incest, it was him, too. They both had wanted more from each other than brotherly love here, and that camera was solid proof of that!

"What? I mean we…I…" Dean stuttered in confusion. Not remembering doing that but obviously he had, well, they had. Sam spoke to him, the him now, on camera, begging him not to forget him again! As if he could, but obviously he could. He had, hadn't he? "How long…have I…we…been lovers?" Okay, Dean hadn't believed it before but damn he had amnesia from hell! Next he would be asking his own damn name!

"A little over two years now. You get really drunk and we make love. Like clockwork. I tried to see another guy but you showed up like I figured you would, beat the hell out of him and brought me back to our room and said I was only yours and I said you were only mine, then we made love some more and then you forgot…again." Sam admitted. "This time you proposed and I meant every word. I would marry you, if you still meant it."

"But…we have to stop this. It's not…" Dean said but was cut off with an angry look from Sam.

"Yeah? And the next time you get too drunk you will be back making love to me and saying that shit to me again. No thank you!" Sam said, "You won't stop it. You know it's how you feel, how I feel. Nothing will stop it no matter what you do!" He knew this was true. Deep down, Dean did, too.

"I could cut down on the drinking." Dean said softly, not knowing what to do here now. How did he deal with this…without sending Sam running away, that is? Obviously Sam was right, he would do it again. He always did. That much was clear from the tape, and the fact they had been lovers for over two years now. Forgetting Sam that way hurt his brother, he now knew why Sam got pissed so much now, and got drunk and fought with him more lately. And wouldn't say why. That was why and damn didn't Sam deserve to be drunk more if that was just a small piece of their love lives!

"Fine, here's my counter point, quit drinking or quit coming home drunk and fucking me, and telling me you love me! Either way, you have to do something if it bothers you that much! It didn't last night and it sure in the hell hasn't bothered you for two years now! So deal with it or just fucking get away from me. I'm not a freak and neither are you for wanting this for us. I love you that way, too, Dean! I know you love me that way, too, somewhere deep down, you do or you wouldn't keep coming back to make love to me, would you? I'm not some whore you just get to use and forget about! You love me and you've shown me that. Just cause you don't remember doesn't make it less true! If you cared at all for me, you'd do some of that soul searching you try to avoid and be honest with yourself for once. Either way, I am just going to have to wait. We'll get separate rooms and deal with it. Either way, you need to face this or I will leave and I will never ever come back!" Sam said and sighed, holding out a peace truce to Dean, "In the meantime, I'm hungry. Let's get some breakfast."

"Yeah, uh, that's a good idea." Dean agreed looking troubled then sat back down. "Get some to go. I, uh, um, need to think. I don't want to lose you and I know you're right. I need to figure this out and soon. Don't want to do separate rooms, want you in this one with me. Don't want you to go away and never come back again either. I…I'm sorry I …I ….Sammy…just get some breakfast, give it an hour or two. I'm not leaving either. I just need to think this out. I never knew I was…fuck…I messed up. Did I hurt you…when I…did that to you the first time? It was your first time, wasn't it?" He could tell from Sam's face it had been.

"Yes, but I meant what I said that morning. It was the best sex I have ever had in my life, the most amazing. You were always amazing when you touched me that way, when you kissed me, when you made love to my body before you made love to me. I can't help feeling this way, Dean. I love you. I know you love me! You just keep forgetting. Like I'm forgettable or something. That part hurts! You're all I've ever wanted! I don't want separate rooms either, hell, I don't want separate beds! I want to share the bed with you, have you hold me when we sleep, telling me you love me like you always do after we make love. I don't want to leave either but we need to do something about this. I don't want to grow into an old man who has the man he loves only when the guy is drunk! I don't want to die waiting for you to admit how you feel about me and settling for being the guy you only love when you're plastered! I deserve better and you do too. You deserve to be loved by me and I deserve to be loved by you. We belong together. We've proven that and you just forgot it. Please, baby, I can't…" Sam said softly, grabbing his jacket and heading out, "I want to be with you sober now, can't settle for drunken Dean all my life. I want all of you! I'll…be home tonight. You're right. We need time to think."

"Sammy…" Dean said sadly and watched Sam go. He had to fix this, fix them. He started this mess so he had to clean it up. Even if that mess was falling in love with Sam and not knowing it. Leave it up to him to lead such an interesting love life! He knew Sam was telling the truth; Sam didn't lie that well. So if Sam wasn't lying, then Dean had really done all that and needed to deal with it…right now.

Or quit drinking, what a fucking horrible thing to do when you got drunk! Some people fuck loose women or men then black out. Not him, he fucks his own brother and then expresses true love to him. Fuck, he was a bad man here. Sam loved him and not in their usual brotherly ways. Hadn't for a while now. But did he feel that way? Well, he was the one that was drunk-loving his brother and making him fall deeper in love with him. So, maybe he did.

Did he want to not see Sam on the other bed every morning? No.

Did he want to have separate rooms? No!

Did he want to see him leave someday because he couldn't be loved back, when he knew Dean did just that? Hell, no!

So he forced his way through the haze in his mind, struggled to find what he had forgotten. It was hard at first and nearly impossible. Then he heard it, a moan of pleasure. His name falling from Sam's lips. He followed it to back to the rest of it. Sam beneath him, deep inside Sam, thrusting hard. Kissing his body and his lips. The feel of his skin and muscles underneath his hands. Moving together as they came, such powerful orgasms they had! Cuddling and kissing him, "I love you, Sammy. With all my heart." He felt that happy feeling fill him now that he had felt then. The sense of Sam belonging to him now, seeing the same look in Sam's eyes.

Then he remembered everything, all of what he had forgotten when he had been drunk and stupid enough to forget it! Everything flooded in and he felt it. Love, love for Sam, wanting forever with him. The jealousy at seeing that other man almost touching him. It explained that flicker of hurt Sam had hid every morning after that Dean had let go of, all because he didn't want to know!

He also knew he had meant what he had asked in the video. He wanted to marry Sam. Be his forever!

He jumped up and grabbed his coat now, realizing it was four hours later. And frowned. Where would Sam be? Hmm.

He could pull the GPS thing.

Ten minutes later, he found him. Here at motel? Huh.

He looked outside and had to smile. Sam was in the car, eating lunch. Probably getting crumbs in it, the jerk! But love overrode that annoyance. Sam was here and he could make him vacuum it later. For now, he just wanted to make it up to him, for all that he had done. Somehow.

Starting with going out to talk to him.

Dean went out now and shut the door quietly behind him. Sam saw him coming and looked uncertain. Was he uncertain about being with Dean still, had he changed his mind? Not likely, Sam was a stubborn soul; he hardly ever changed his mind once it was made up. Or was he uncertain about what Dean had to say? Dean pulled off his ring and held it, making up his mind to get Sam a better one later. Not what Sam deserved. He would get him a real ring later, Sam deserved that much. Two years and so much hurt to make up for. If Sam would let him and not get separate rooms or separate beds, or leave him for being such a bastard to him.

He would quit drinking too. It had hurt them both too much to keep doing it. Damn, he didn't deserve Sam's love, he really didn't. However, he still got in the car and leaned over, and kissed Sam for the first time, or at least it felt like his first time doing it. Drunken memories of kissing him didn't come close to how it felt now. He couldn't resist deepening it some and pressing Sam to the seat, and sliding hands under his shirt now to caress his bare skin for the first time sober.

Damn, it felt so good to be with him this way! Dean moaned and stopped himself before it got too far, but it was too late. Their pants were already undone and their dicks touched and rubbed together. Dean moaned and kissed Sam more as they moved harder and faster against each other, and their breaths hitched now as they felt the pleasure pull through them. They came crying out from it! "Dean…love you!" Sam said with tears in his eyes, shouting it into Dean's neck. "Sammy, my Sammy. Love you, baby!" Dean moaned and cried a little too. Both so happy they couldn't resist kissing some more as they sat up.

"Baby, so sorry. I remember now, all of it. I hurt you so much." Dean whispered as Sam cuddled close and sighed sadly, playing with the skin on Dean's stomach that showed.

"Only when you forgot me." Sam said softly, "The rest I loved and it didn't hurt. Well, the broken promises hurt, too, but I forgave them. You hadn't known you had made them really. Could you keep them now? You said you remembered them."

"I'll keep them now." Dean agreed and held out his ring, "Starting with the one we made last night. Will you marry me, Sammy?"

"And you'll just be with me and me with you?" Sam was uncertain; he couldn't share him anymore! Not with him remembering now.

"Just with you, baby. What do you want? Anything you want!" Dean promised, "It's my wedding gift to you."

"A home, Dean, a home for us. Maybe one of those airstream things, add a hitch to the car. No more motel rooms. I can cook for you there. They have stoves and everything. Get a Coleman thing like Bobby has in the basement. And a diamond, someday a silver ring, not yours, with a diamond or two. I have earned them. I don't want to quit hunting, honest. I like helping others and, well, we're really good at it! I just want some stability, plus it would save on motel money and stuff. It would be ours, baby. Let me be yours and love me forever! That's how you can make it up to me. Maybe gifts and…flowers?" Sam gave him a nervous look in case he laughed at him, per usual. "I like white roses. Sorry. White chocolate, not the dark stuff. Also our names tattooed under the anti-possession tat's. If its not too girly, that is?"

"Not too girly, Sammy." Dean smiled, slipping the ring on him now. "Gonna make an honest man out of you." He chuckled at Sam's look. "Okay, let you make an honest man out of me! Fine, yes, reform your man-whore."

"Damn right you're mine!" Sam teased, "Forget me again and I will remove your favorite body part."

"My heart? Sorry, Sammy, you already have it!" Dean teased back and they pulled out now, going to remedy a situation. First he bought Sam flowers he picked out and kissed him softly, smiling as the clerk chuckled. Then he bought him a box of white chocolate, liking the look on his face as he ate them , seeing how much he liked them, he decided to buy him more and keep them on hand for him all the time now. "Can I try one?" He asked curious. Sam fed him one and Dean had to admit they were delicious! Definitely keeping some on hand now. Sam had good tastes. Then they headed to a tattoo parlor and got each other's names under their anti-possession tattoos. The guy asked to photograph their tattoos to add to their collection. The boys let them. Another way to help others avoid demon possession, sneaky, but effective! Then they added their names beneath them and covered them with the salve and gauze.

They went back and packed. Headed to Bobby's, calling Dad about their news telling him they would be with Bobby and to call back. Bobby wasn't too upset and agreed to attend their wedding, even if it was with fake ids and not worth the paper it was written on. But it was written on their hearts and that's all that really mattered to them. Dad showed up surprisingly and was okay with it. He had seen it in them as kids but had known they hadn't acted on it. He also had a surprise for them, adoption papers for Sam. Sam was a friend's kid and, when the man died, he had adopted him. So he only asked to give him away at the wedding. For real, not fake like they had planned. They would really be husbands now! They were thrilled and hugged him hard, also glad he was okay.

They also discussed trailers with them, trying to get ideas of where to find some good priced ones that were in good shape, too. It would be their home now. They wanted it in as best a shape as they could get it. "I know a guy, ex-Hunter, has an Air Stream trailer. It's only about a year old. Bet I could get him down to a good price you can afford. How much you got?"

"6,000." Dean said and shrugged. "We go cheap a lot and hustle a lot. So I've been saving it up. Guess I knew at some level we'd need it someday for this." He blushed then frowned. "So sorry, Sammy, never meant to forget you that way. I guess I knew I wanted to marry you and stuff even when I did it. I love you, baby."

"Love you, too. Knew you felt that way, didn't matter if you remembered or not." Sam reassured him and pulled him in for a kiss, to show he was forgiven. Dean smiled then and they looked at the others again.

"Forget him? When did you forget him?" John asked and narrowed his eyes.

"Um, had amnesia from a hunt for a bit." Dean lied and John just looked at him suspiciously.

He didn't buy it at all.

Dean and Sam shuffled in their seats awkwardly but didn't elaborate. Both men suspected there was more to it but those boys weren't saying it. So they gave up for now. They knew a lie when they heard one though.

"Fine, amnesia. Right." John agreed, giving them a look. Letting them know he knew they were lying but was letting it go. At least, they were happy now. Dean would never do anything to hurt Sam, so it was probably consensual. Sam was Dean's life and they all knew it, especially them boys.

The wedding would be a Vegas one and, with his real birth certificate, Sam would able to really marry Dean, for real this time. They headed to Vegas soon after with John in his truck, John insisted. Bobby took his car and followed them.

Dean found a silver wedding band with two diamonds in it, not really big ones but still, he could get him bigger ones later. It cost him a couple thousand but it was worth it. They tossed in a silver band to match it for Dean, engraving the rings for them. "For My Sammy, love you forever, D." It said. His said, "Love forever, S."

Only initials since they were hunters and names gave them away. But still, Sam insisted on Dean's saying that. So they did it. The next day they headed to the most manly chapel they could find. The others were too flowery and over-decorated for everyone's tastes.

This one had a trellis with white roses, Sam's favorite flower. The vows were simple; they had written their own. Brief and to the point. A lot more written between the lines that only they heard and understood. A lot the others suspected them of leaving out of them but knowing they wouldn't tell them. It was a hurt they had healed and did not want to open again. Their fathers knew those hurts too. So they let them keep their secrets, but hoped they had healed or the pain would come back and hurt them more later.

After they had exchanged rings, and they had kissed, the men took them aside and laid down the law about the secrets they were keeping.

"We won't push to know the truth but there is something you aren't saying and it is healed and probably hurt you both badly. Just make sure it is healed or it will come back and tear you apart later. I hope it isn't that you raped Sam but I suspect it's not. Something worse probably, broken hearts type of thing. Make sure you have fixed it or it will destroy your marriage later. Trust me, we love you and know you are happy so we are letting it go. Just be sure the hurt is gone or it will come back!" John said and they looked sad, nodding. "Wish you would tell us though. Might help to talk about it. When you trust us enough."

"We trust you, it's just that…well, I'm very ashamed of myself and Sam…I broke his heart so many times." Dean said and sighed. "Sammy, I am trying to make it up to you. Do you want me to tell them? I will if you want me to."

Sam considered it and said, "Only if you don't get mad or judge him, or me. It's the past and we've fixed it. I won't let him tell you if you don't promise. You have to promise to listen and forgive him like I have." Sam gave them a hard look and pulled Dean close. "I forgive you, baby. It's okay. They choose to be mad at you then I'll leave with you, no matter what. My place is with you, always has been." Then he turned to them, "You won't like what he says but if you so much as utter a word against him, we're gone!"

"We won't. Just tell us. How bad can it be?" Bobby asked, not sure but having a bad feeling about this one. Suddenly not wanting to know. He looked at John and John had the same thought; he knew the man too well not to know it.

"Fine, sit over there. Don't attack him." Sam said protectively and they did as Sam asked.

"It all started two years ago, even though we had always loved each other this way for years." Dean began and then continued, not looking up for most of it. Too ashamed to face them. An hour later he had got it all out and sighed waiting for their reactions.

Which were just what he expected. Of course Dad was the first to react; Dean had expected that part.

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John got up abruptly and punched a wall. Dean went to calm him down and had Sam stay back. He had to make this right with Dad.

"Dad, I'm sorry. It just happened." Dean tried to reason with him.

John looked like he wanted to punch him but dropped his hand, remembering his promise to them. "It didn't just happen. You raped him and forgot about it. Then got drunk and did it again! That shit doesn't just happen." John growled and added, "Can't believe my own son would do something like that!"

"Not rape, we both wanted it. You know how we felt for each other before that." Dean said and John glared.

"Fine, you fucked him and forgot. That was so much better!" John said angrily, "And somehow you both fell in love?"

"No, we already were! It just came out when I got drunk. I loved him and we made love. We both felt that way." Dean urged, "I would never rape him! I did seduce him, I admit that. But we loved each other, and I know there is no excuse for what I did. I'm making it up to him, I am. Anything I can do, Can't believe I forgot that way! I've done everything I can to make it up to him. Everything, won't stop either."

"So what happens when you get drunk again? What if you're angry next time? You could beat him up or kill him, and just forget that too. If you hide your emotions and they come out when you get drunk. What happens when the darker ones start doing it? Have you considered that!" Dean felt a punch hit his jaw and staggered back, pushing Sam away. He had earned that punch and more. "You bastard!" John said.

"It won't! I quit drinking! I won't risk that again, never again. I know it could have been a worse emotion than love, you don't think I know that! It scared the crap out of me when Sam showed me tape. I hated what I had done. I could picture it being so much worse! Damn it, Dad, of course I quit!" Dean felt another punch and turned to see Bobby shaking with rage.

"Tape? You taped it!" John growled and Dean shook his head.

"No, I did. So he could see what he was doing for himself! Dad, I made the tape to help us." Sam said softly and John flicked worried eyes at him. Then back at Dean.

"Boy! I should kill you now, or give you the beating you deserve. How stupid were you? Sam, you should have just told him, what if it had been rage? Would you have let him beat you, kill you instead!" Bobby growled and Dean cringed. This was why they hadn't wanted to say anything!

"I would have told him. It was love and I could handle that. I thought it was the only way he could love me." Sam admitted and was met with sad green ones.

"Sammy! No! If you had told me, I would have loved you sooner, baby! Never think that, you didn't have to endure that to have me love you. I already did!" Dean said softly and cringed as Sam pulled him in his arms, kissing him.

"I know that now. You promise never to drink again?" Sam asked worried, Dad had a point, "I don't want it to get me hurt next time."

"Never again, I won't touch the stuff again, any of it. I'm so sorry and I will spend the rest of my life making it up to you, I promise!" Dean swore and turned to his fathers again, "I promise, I do!"

"You drink again. I will make sure you never see him again! You black out again and hurt him, I will kill you for it." Bobby swore and gave Dean a pointed look. "I mean it. If he'll forgive you, I'll try to. But alcohol is your demon, son! You let it in and it possesses you, makes you do things only a possessed person does. You let it in again and it will be the last thing you ever do; I will drop you like the possessed thing you will be then! I don't care how it hurts him; I won't let you hurt Sam again."

"Dean, I hate to say this but he's right. I know you love him but you could have hurt him. That was wrong. You know it was wrong. And as forgiving as he is about it, he knows it was wrong, too! So I will let this go for now, for his sake. But if you touch that crap again, I will make you regret it, my son or not. You were reckless and playing with his life that way. I can't help but be afraid that next time it won't be love, it will be rage. Can you handle killing him or hurting him and not remembering it, could you! Answer me, you say you've accepted your blame like a man, so answer me like one!" John raged and Dean sighed.

"No, I couldn't. I can't be without him, would kill myself and follow him if I did that to him." Dean said and Sam looked worried, not wanting Dean dead that way or himself. "Don't worry, baby, I won't touch it again. No more, not risking it again! I promise!"

"You hurt him and I swear I will kill you, Dean. Touch a drop and I will beat you within an inch of your life, you got me? Son or no son, I will end you!" John swore and went to the door, slamming it on his way out. "Ashamed to call you my son now!"

Dean drooped and felt his heart break at his words; Dad angry he'd expected but ashamed of him, wow, that hurt! He turned to Bobby and sighed, "Hit me too." Sam reached for him and he shook him off, taking his punishments.

"I'm with him. You hurt him and I'll help kill you." Bobby said softly then sighed, hugging him anyway as he cried now. "So sorry, won't drink anymore, don't hate me, too! Please! I've lost Dad, don't make me lose you too! Won't drink anymore, never hurt him again. Please don't hate me, too!" Dean sobbed and felt hands on his face and back, Sam's. Sam forgiving him…again. Forgiveness he didn't deserve. "Sorry, so sorry, Sammy!"

Bobby saw John approaching, with a softer look in his eyes at the sight of Dean sobbing. A father's worry on his face. "I don't hate you, Dean. Neither does John. I promise. You just have to be careful now that you know you have this problem."

"Yes, he does! Dad hates me!" Dean said feeling his heart breaking, Dad, his father, hating him now. Not that he didn't deserve it but…still. "I'll die before I drink again!"

"I don't hate you, son." John said touching him and turning him to face him now. Dean's face was tear-stained and his eyes so full of pain. "I'm just mad you were so careless with your brother's life. You knew better. But it doesn't mean I hate you. I love you both, still do." Dean held him tight and cried on his shoulder now.

"Sorry! I'm sorry!" Dean said over and over. Sam was helpless to do nothing but watch and want his pain to go away. "Dad, don't leave again, don't hate me, please?"

"Don't hate you, never did. Won't leave over this, but you have be careful! Stay away from it, don't let it in. Bobby's right, Sam may have demon blood but you, you're addiction is as bad as his could have been. Alcohol is the demon in you. Only yours is worse than any demon I've ever met. It kills and then leaves you alive to deal with the consequences, don't you see that? It doesn't fry the host and kill you like a demon does to them. It leaves you to break under everything it made you do, son!" John said softly, rubbing his son's back as his sobs became sniffles. "It could have been so much worse, you know that. You got lucky this time. Don't play with his life that way, or yours."

"I won't." Dean promised, "Thanks for forgiving me somewhat. I deserved so much worse." He hugged his Dad and surprised him with peck on the cheek. "I love you, Dad. I'll take really good care of Sam from now on, I promise! I love him with all my heart."

"I know you will. And, yes, you deserve so much worse. Here's hoping the rest of it doesn't catch up to you." John said and Dean nodded, he was of the same school of thought. If you deserved worse and only got a little, the rest that you deserved would catch up and make you pay the rest later. Evil sons of bitches had the same thought all the time. You go after it, miss something and it will come back and bite you in the ass later.

Dean prayed it wouldn't be the case this time. He just wanted to make Sam happy now; he always had. That's all he had ever wanted.

In the meantime, they settled into their rooms for the night and rested. John lay in his bed and worried for his boys, praying Dean kept his promise. Sad for what had happened to them but happy they were married and the way they wanted to be.

Bobby lay there thinking his boys had dodged a bullet this time and prayed Dean stayed away from the gun. He knew how hard it was fight an addiction and he knew Dean would have to work every day to stay sober but knew he could. For Sam, he could do it.

The boys lay in their room and kissed softly.

"I really won't do it again, Sam." Dean reassured him again, and kissed down his body now, "Never gonna hurt you again."

"I know that." Sam smiled and felt desire fill him as Dean took him in his mouth now. "I know you love me."

"Yes…" Dean said licking up the bottom of his dick now and grinning, "I do."

And with that, he held out the lube to Sam and smiled. Sam got the point. "How do you want me?"

"Anyway I can get you, of course." Sam teased then smiled as well.

"All right, smart ass! You know what I meant." Dean laughed and Sam shrugged, "On your back, I want to play with you while I make love to you." Sam said and Dean complied.

Sam went between his legs and let his tongue taste his hole, something Dean was sure he had never done to him before. His tongue circled the hole and coasted around the rim, going in a little then going out then going deeper as a finger caressed around it at the same time. Dean writhed for moment then came screaming for more, "Fuck, Sammy, do that again!" He cried out and Sam did it again as he lubed up, and when Dean came for him again, he thrust in and Dean's body rolled under him with a loud moan, and a cry of "Sammy!", the pornographic kind. Sam took him slow and made him writhe and roll more, as Dean moved back into him and met every thrust. Sam could feel him tighten onto him now and smiled, and moaned as well. He felt so good this way. It had been so long since Dean had let him fuck him this way, months really. Dean came alive when he bottomed; Sam knew that and used it.

He worked his hips until he felt Dean tighten so hard it almost hurt him and Dean cried out in pleasure, "Fuck!...do that again!" Then Sam rolled his hips so he hit that spot every time now and Dean really came alive now. "Sammy…nuhhh…baby!" Dean was down to babbling and Sam had to push him further. He kissed up his body and sucked in his nipples teasing them with his tongue while rolling his balls. "Sam…!" Dean screamed and bucked harder against now. Sam could feel his lover's orgasms coming now but wasn't done yet. He moved up to the neck and bit and sucked his ear and along his jaw. They kissed now and it deepened, driving their lovemaking to become harder and faster, taking Dean deeper than ever before, stroking his dick now in hard and fast strokes.

Their orgasms hit them at the same time and they both moved together furiously now.

"Fuck! SAMMY!" Dean screamed as he came and Sam was unable to do anything but scream as well, and moaned loudly as they rode out each one. Soon they parted and cuddled.

"Wow!" Dean said breathlessly, "That was, fucking Wow!"

"Yeah!" Sam agreed, "That covers it."

"What made you think to do that tongue thing?" Dean had to ask, "Cause that was amazing feeling."

"I forget. Wait, what did we just do again?" Sam teased, and Dean flipped them now. Sam lay pinned below him, "You might have to do it to me, I seem to have forgotten what we just did…"

Dean kissed him hard and chuckled, "Sexy fucker, no more forgetting, nah uh! Gonna make you remember, baby." Now he kissed down Sam's body and rolled his nipples as he licked them softly, then moved lower. "All mine now. Never forgetting this with you again, Sammy!" Now Dean sucked his dick until Sam moaned more then moved lower, lifting his ass and doing what Sam had done. Running his tongue around it and tracing the rim with it then thrusting it in a little then more at times, finding that spot inside him and stroking it with tip of his tongue steadily now and Sam arched like a champion diver and forgot to breathe as deep moans poured from his lips and he came hard with a keening cry. Dean just grinned and did it until Sam came several times then lubed up and slid in and went deep hitting the same spot again. "D!" Sam screamed and moaned, head going back and eyes rolling into his head, then moving side to side as he gripped the headboard and flexed his arms hard as he gripped it with all his strength.

Dean watched as all of his muscles flexed now and moaned, taking him slow as he could then going harder the more his body flexed. Gloriously flexing, Dean thought. Every muscle hard and standing out, rolling together, moving in harmony. Sam was…perfection! The thought made him cum hard and squeeze Sam hard and jerk at him twice to make him cum hard for him too. Their orgasms burned like flames now and consumed them as they rolled together, kissing and Sam clawing at his back and ass, then his thighs, digging the nails in and drawing blood. Dean was sucking on his neck right then and sucked and bit at a spot until it bled, lost in their pleasure still.

They lay there gasping and Dean felt the painful scratches and bruises Sam had given him just now; but couldn't find it in himself to bitch too much. They would be feeling this sex for days, the scratches included. He touched the love bite and smirked. "You'll remember me now."

"Yeah, I will." Sam said seductively and smiled, "And once I can get hard again, so will you."

"What? But we just…damn nympho husbands!" Dean groused happily and smiled anyway.

"Stop bitching and come here, Baby." Sam said playfully and Dean cuddled closer. Liking this one bed idea already.

"Not bitching." Dean said running hands down Sam's body and stroking his dick until he hardened again.

"Dean, what are you doing?" Sam said, not the only nympho in the room apparently!

"Fuck me again, baby, make me remember more." Dean said softly, seducing his lover again. This time he knew he'd remember and that he intended to love this man for the rest of his life now.

"Mmm, I can do that." Sam agreed and pulled him on top, guiding his hips as they made love again. "Gonna make you remember so much you scream for me, D."

"I always wanted to ride a horse." Dean said and kissed him hard, feeling his desire and pleasure multiplying inside him already. "And, baby, you are as big as a horse. Stretch me so good, Sammy!"

"Neigh…" Sam teased and moaned, thrusting up more now, working his dick while Dean reached back and fingered Sam's ass while he rode his dick. They did this for over an hour and then Dean rolled Sam's balls as Sam stroked him. They were moaning and crying out loudly now, both of them by now. Then moaned, "Cum with me, D, cum with me!" Sam begged and then felt Dean clamp hard around him and Dean cried out now. "Yes!" Now they came together and fell spent on top of each other, gasping.

"I'm done." Dean said softly, "You broke me, my Horsy lover."

"Mmm, yeah, I did." Sam said and cuddled with him now. Dean spooned him into their usual spots; Dean the big spoon, Sam the little one. Dean kissed his shoulder then sighed happily one last time.

"I love you, Sammy, forever now. Never forgetting again. Thanks for forgiving me and not leaving me. I didn't deserve a second chance." Dean said softly, "I want to spend the rest of my life with you."

"Not letting you forget me again. As far as forgiving you and not leaving, it wasn't really an option, I knew you loved me already, but I meant what I said. You touch another drop of alcohol and I will leave you. Never risking it again! I love you and I will always try to give you a second chance like you do for me, but drinking does something to you and I don't want to be its victim anymore." Sam said sadly, "There's an AA meeting in every town, maybe you could go wherever we are hunting, huh? I know they have others there who blacked out, might want to leave out what we did when you blacked out for the most part but, well, they could help you stay sober. You drank too much for it to be that easy to stop. You're going to have cravings and be tempted, can't even have one sip, not one! You will end up drinking more and blacking out again. Um, maybe Bobby or Dad would be a good support for that. They both drink, drank more as I remember, just as much as you did. Now they barely touch it. Hell, Dad doesn't drink at all now. Maybe he could help you stay on the wagon."

"I'll talk to them in the morning." Dean said and felt his jaw hurting already. Damn those men punched hard, and knew there would be bruises in the morning where they had clocked him good. He wasn't mad, he had deserved them both. Sam owed him quite a few. Hopefully they would never punch him again. Those bastards hit like bags of bricks!

Both men moved closer and slept peacefully now. Finally sure Dean would never forget making love to Sam again, in fact tonight's bout of lovemaking was seared into his body and brain, most pleasantly so.

The next morning Dean hesitantly approached the others and asked them to help. He explained Sam's idea for the support to quit drinking.

"It's a good idea." John agreed and smiled. "I had a someone to help me when I quit too. It was hard to not drink those first few months, years really. One drink sent me on binges, blacked out a few times, too. Had to renew the quitting thing every time. The meetings helped, too. I could do that for you."

"Um, Dad, we know you're busy and all, what with getting Azazel last month and now his minions are getting frisky. But would you consider hunting with us? We could watch your back and maybe spend some time with you. There's two beds in the trailer Bobby mentioned, we checked the specs on it. It's a pretty good sized trailer really. Would you live with us in it? Travel with us? We're worried you'll die on us early and we just got you back. Still our Dad." Dean asked and sighed, "I could really use you close right now. Like you said, it is hard to quit and I really might need you. I have to go in bars all the time on hunts and, well, the alcohol could get tempting. I know it's a lot to ask and I know you hunt alone but…would you? I can't do this alone." Dean already wanted a beer and he had just woken up. He used to have one in the morning to take the edge off. It was a minor craving but still, it would get stronger later. "I usually have beer in the morning and later on, more. Already want one. Not bad but still. I promise not to drink but I don't want to risk slipping and it happening again. I'm afraid I'll fuck up again and lose Sam forever next time. I don't trust myself around it right now." Dean said looking down in shame, hating what he used to be like. For wanting what he knew he shouldn't want anymore. For what he'd done to Sam.

"I'd love to." John said hugging his son and knowing what he was thinking. "You won't fuck this up, I won't let you. As far as the bars, me and Sam should go in your place for a bit. And be with you whenever you do go. It's easier to slip back into it at the beginning." John chuckled, "Plus I would like to spend time with you two. Got stocked up on earplugs last night. You boys got loud!"

"Sorry, I blame Sam for that." Dean teased and kissed Sam quickly. "He drives me crazy."

"Yeah, it was all me…yeah right!" Sam said sarcastically, "Fuck me some more!' Yeah that was me, uh huh."

"Deeper…please!' That so wasn't me, not the first time it was said at least." Dean said chuckled. "I rather enjoyed making you scream that little tidbit."

"Me, too. I love it when you beg for more. Sure, I do drive you crazy on purpose but damn you are so sensitive!" Sam chuckled back and tried to tone their teasing down at their Dad's annoyed expression. "Um, Dad, you haven't changed your mind, have you? We're just bickering, we do this sometimes. We plan on doing this all day today really."

"No, I don't mind. Although, cut down on the sexual innuendo as much if possible." John said and knew they wouldn't but had to ask for the sake of his sanity.

"So no horse references to Sam's dick? Damn, had so many of those, too!" Dean teased and ran a hand along Sam groin, leering.

"Mmm, and no tight ass remarks about Dean, either? Had a lot of those, too." Sam chuckled running a hand along Dean's ass as he said it.

"I'm ignoring you now." John laughed and walked away. "Let's go, Bobby says he has a wedding present for you two at his house." John got in the driver's side and smiled smugly, "And I found us a Hunt."

"Already? You work fast." Dean said reverently. They knew he could practically smell a hunt but this was scary fast.

"Speaking of fast, 'Faster!' was your favorite phrase last night, both of you!" John chuckled and they looked at him with mouths open in shock. "What, you are the only ones that make sexual jokes, please! I'm older and, besides, you boys give me so much ammo!"

Both boys laughed with their Dad and then they headed to South Dakota, bickering playfully and joking again.

As they pulled into the yard they saw it. A big trailer of blue and white. And they knew it was theirs! The colors needed work but, hey, it was home! They parked and ran out to see Bobby by the Impala grinning. They looked down to see a hitch on the Impala and the trailer was already hooked up. "My Wedding present. Guy owed me one. Got it for 3."

They hugged him hard and smiled happily, going inside and inspecting it. "I filled the cupboards and fridge, you have dishes and stuff too. Bedding for the rooms is in that cupboard and I transformed that pantry into a weapons trunk, pull out that handle." Bobby said and they pulled it, a long rack pulled out and there were several weapons on it and room for more if they wanted to add it later. "I also got the warding done and there are traps everywhere in here so you'll be fine. You have to do your own salt lines but otherwise you're fairly well protected. John knows how to do the electric and water stuff, so he can teach you that. Um, here are the keys to it. And enjoy it. It's pretty nice for a travelling home really."

John tapped on the door. "We're burning daylight here, boys, case is getting cold. Let's get going; I'm driving."

Bobby gave them a look and they chuckled. "You heard the boss." Dean chuckled and headed out, Sam behind him. They locked the door and hugged Bobby one last time. "See you later. We'll be in touch , Bobby. Love you, old man. Be safe."

"Always, take care of that old man of yours, too." Bobby said and John beeped the horn to hurry them up. "Better get going, you know he's not that patient."

"Yah, we remember." Sam said and took Dean's hand. "You're in the backseat with me, baby. I want to cuddle some more."

"You got it, Sammy." Dean agreed liking that idea already. Then got into the backseat shutting the door with a thud. "Impatient ass!"

"Yup, cases don't wait, boy, taught you that." John chuckled, "You ever going to sit up here?"

"Nope, want to cuddle. You got the wheel for now." Dean happily agreed as Sam kissed his ear and neck. "I just want to spend time with Sammy and talk about this case you found us. So spill, Dad. What's deal?"

"Santo, New York. Hookers are being sucked dry, several so far. It's a bar. Same one they always visited for days before their deaths. I think it's a incubus. Once it runs out of hookers, it's gonna go for the other women." John said and looked comfortingly at Dean. "We can go to the bar and you can work the laptop. There's a campground there. We'll get the place hooked up and you can stay there. We shouldn't be too long."

Dean had been worried. Dad would pick up on that! Dean groaned but knew he needed to avoid bars as much as possible for now. Didn't make him feel less like a sissy though. "Thanks." Dean said softly, hating his situation. He had gotten himself here so why was he bitching? So he shut up and let it be.

"Dean…" Sam said hugging him and touching his face softly. "It's okay to feel awkward, not less of a man for it, honest. You going to be okay?"

"Yeah, life's all fucked up now. Too afraid to go to a bar or I might drink again, yeah, so manly there. Don't worry. I'm sulky, mad at myself. I did this to myself I know, I'll just deal." Dean said leaning into Sam and going quiet. Sam and John watched him and wished they could help more.

"Um, I got a list of possible pimps that need checked out. I suppose someone could check that out." John said, looking at Dean in the mirror. "I did it, too. I avoided bars for a year before I set foot in one, liquor stores, too. I went through what you're going through and it sucks but try not to blame yourself so much. Placing the blame will only make you more stressed and need to drink more. Let it go, forgive yourself already, or you will never be able to handle this."

"I'll try." Dean said realizing he was right; he was doing all of those things. "So you don't think less of me because I won't go to a bar?"

"No, I actually think that is best really, son. A smart move. You and Sam check out the pimps, I'll do the bar. Then Sam can join me at the bar and you can do research on the laptop. Probably not much on my end, they were hookers so most move around a lot. I will try though, Sam, join me when you get done, okay?" John said and was proud Dean was dealing this well.

"Sure thing." Sam said and smiled, "Proud of you, D."

"Thanks." Dean said softly and smiled now, "I'm trying."

"Keep trying, it will get easier. I got your back, baby." Sam said and asked, "Not to sound like a kid, but how much longer?"

"Two or three hours at most. Take a nap, you're in charge of dinner, champ." John said grinning, knowing Dean was the better cook out of all them anyway.

"Why me?" Dean said and knew why; he just needed a good bicker to cheer up.

"We're doing all the work and you are lounging at home. So cook, earn your keep, son." John teased and saw Dean smile again. He knew they bickered and it cheered him up, always had. It was how Sam used to cheer him up and it cheered up Sam at the same time. Hell, they got that from him, John always liked a good bicker, too.

"Slave masters! I need an apron, a flowery one with the frill things. Plus, lingerie, the lacey kind. For Sam, he's such a girl that way." Dean teased. Sam rolled his eyes and smirked.

"At least I can watch Wizard of Oz without cringing." Sam said, "Can you?"

"Well, stick you in a room full of clowns and you want to cry." Dean teased back.

"Then stick you both on a plane with both, during turbulence, and see who pisses themselves first." John added, that would be funny!

"That would be Dean, stick him on a plane and he can recall every lyric Metallica ever wrote instantly. He'll hum it the whole time, literally. Add in the midgets and he would so piss himself first." Sam said and was sure it was true.

"Yeah, add in the clowns as flight attendants and make them happy and homicidal, and you are so pissing yourself first!" Dean said, knowing this was true, too.

"True, but I wouldn't mind hiding in the bathroom and having mile high sex to pass the time either…can we add that to the scenario?" Dean asked, nudging Sam and wiggling his brows.

Sam laughed and John did, too.

"No!" John said grinning.

"Yes!" Sam said leering.

John knew they would be all for it. Horny newlyweds. Ugh!

"We're so adding it." Dean chuckled then Sam laughed, too.

"We so are!" Sam added.

"I am so flying the plane and locking the cockpit." John teased and huffed.

"Hey, Sammy? Cockpit, wanna come into my cockpit? Eh?" He ran a hand along Sam's thigh anyway, seriously thinking Impala sex was in order soon. She needed more Sammy Sex in here! It was going to be so fun.

"So going to." Sam leered and thought Impala sex was going to happen, too.

"Not going there, ugh, nasty minded men! You are both so bad." John chuckled and knew what they were thinking. After supper, he'd rest and he'd let them have their Impala sex. It would keep it quieter that way.

"Not bad, just creative. You're the one who came up with the plane idea. We just…added to it." Dean said and John rolled his eyes at them.

"Yeah, never thought you'd take it that far." John said and saw their exit coming up. "We're here."

They found the campground and checked in, paid for a week. Then got their permit and found their spot. Once they let Dad show them how to hook up the power, water, and tube for the sewer, They headed out. They dropped Dad at the bar and headed to the coffee shop for the free wi-fi. They checked into the pimps and got some addresses, got their costumes out of the trunk, changed then headed to the first one.

They all hoped this panned out or they would have to look somewhere else. Dad was right, the pimps might know more.

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Up next: Interviews and Impala Sex. Plus they hunt it down. Stay tuned.