The storm conjuring up began to worsen with every second as the Winchester boys were on the road following another lead.
"Dean, this storms getting pretty bad… maybe we should rest up and let the storm pass." Sam said.
"We can't waste any time sam, who knows how much time we have to settle this thing." Dean replied.
"Look… it's not going anywhere… let's just find some place to grab a bite to eat or rest and wait for the storm to settle down atleast." Sam answered
Deans stomach growled, beckoning for sustenance. "….Fine" Dean agreed.
The boys drove up to the next roadside motel that caught their attention. They headed to their room, thunder and lightning filled the air and skies, the rain heavily drenching every inch of their physique. They entered their room and the exhausted dean threw himself on the bed, without even realizing, it was the only bed in the room.
"…did the clerk say it was a one bed room…" Sam said, much concern in his voice.
" who cares… im exhausted…" Dean's muffled voice said from his face buried in the pillows.
"Well… it's not like were sleeping here anyways… im gonna go get us something to eat, don't go anywhere without letting me know" Sam said.
"Will do…." Dean answered.
Sam headed back out into the rain, locking the door behind him. He knew dean wouldn't lock it, he was passed out on the bed by now.
Dean looked up to make sure his brother had left. He got up off the bed, and checked out the window to make sure.
"Heheh…. Let's see what's on skinemax…"
Dean turned the television on and browsed the channels, he found what he was looking for.
"…now this is more like it…"
With little time to get finished, dean reached into his pants and began to stroke himself. As he became erect, the pleasure grew slowly. His hand gliding up and down the long, thick shaft of his. He began squirm and moan, his genitals hypersensitive to his stroking, the pleasure rising and rising, he couldn't hold it in any longer. He lifted his shirt, exposing his bare chest which was now cascaded in his warm juices. He let out a sigh of relief and cleaned himself up just before sam could catch him in the act.
He shuffled to turn the television off and rested on the bed.
Sam returned, burgers and fries in hand. Thunder and lightning still ruling the skies, it didn't look like it was letting down anytime soon.
"Dean, food's here… get up" Sam placed the bag of food on the generic table of the motel and went to turn the television on.
Sam was not amused to what channel it was automatically tuned to.
"Dean… seriously…" Sam said, sounding a bit annoyed.
"I didn't touch the damn thing, must have been the last people who were here…" Dean replied.
Sam scoffed, not believing it one bit but sam was used to his brother by now.