Sam moaned his body arching toward his mouths captor, needing more, he had dreamt of this man since he was a young bodies writhing with pleasure, all twisting hands and thighs. Sam's body was coated in a sheen of sweat his muscles taut with his eminant release. Even after waking up, he would be left craving the ever so familiar shadow mans touch. " Please... more... don't.. ah! Don't stop..!" He begged and kept begging even through the filth slipping past his gritted teeth in ecstasy, no shame came with his words, this man was safe, he was like no one else, no man or woman, he was perfect, he was Sam's. Sam arched his back in to the touch, keening for more, his desires flooding, his body hot, begging for release. He gripped the shadow mans back, nails searching for traction as long red rips peel down the mans spine, Sam losing all control. Nothing keeping his attention more than a second as his senses were oh so thoroughly fucked, his brain reeling at the feelings his shadow man brought to him, his body full to the brim with pleasure, his plump full ass filled to the hilt with his shadows mans hot leaking dick, bare skin brushing against his prostate, he screamed as he finally came. " Ah...s'good…more...!" Slowly the shadow began to fade giving way to a devastatingly beautiful but oh so familiar smile. "Sammy."

Sam awoke in a rush his brother staring at him from across the small motel room sitting on his moth eaten quilt on top of his bed, with a look of disbelief colored with... was that amusement? "Hey Sammy, good dream?" He quirked an eyebrow with a slightly uncomfortable smirk hanging on his soft tan lips, his eyes thier usual pools of gorgeous green. Sam shook his head, now was not the time to be admiring his brother this way, this situation was already bad enough to begin with. "Listen if you feel these 'Things' coming like a night in advance could just… Tell me? I'm glad your..." He coughs giving sam a perplexed look at his brothers riviteted stare. "Sex life is so livid but seriously man, way to much to take." He hedged awkwardly and stood up and scratched the back of his head while clearing his throat as a sign Sam had learned through the years as an escape tell. Dean was going to leave, as he always did in these situations. "I'm just gonna... uh... go get some breakfast." Dean grabbed his keys and left the dingy motel room, just as Sam had expected. Sam fell against the bed rolling his eyes, 'Great job Sam' he thought. 'Todays going to be awkward as hell.' Dean had always been one to joke to hide his feelings: it was necessary for his survival. And Sam knew that but he still got frustrated each time he knew Dean was jealous, Dean just didn't know but he had let Sam know very early that they were not under any circumstances allowed to talk about this. Sam had always found Dean attractive and once Sam figured out Dean had caught onto that, some conversations became off limits like his sex life of any sorts it always upset Dean. Though he didn't really mind that at all he was a somewhat private person his conquests, were wll his conquests for instance he would never tell his amazing well together brother about his shadow man as Sam had come to know him. Sam blushed as memories of his shadow man filled his mind so fresh and new it was overwhelming, he felt his already sticky boxers tightening. He sighed and headed to the shower with it's beckoning relief. His misguided thoughts for Dean could wait.

A small laugh came from the corner silenced from anyone but the man it came from, oh how he loved watching the brothers reel, this was guaranteed to be a lot more fun than he originally thought, so much more. The figure became visible after the shower door shut, the smaller man with a candy cane is his mouth smiled a wicked grin as he snapped his fingers causing all of Sam's clothes to shrink down a size to small for the larger man. He snickered as he faded back into invisibility ready to watch the chaos ensue. He rarely got a vacation, and the Winchesters and quickly become his favorite past time as of recently. And they just egged it on with their well practiced dance they did, never talking about their obvious feelings. Gabriel had always found this amusing and finally was taking the liberty upon himself to settle the matter for them once and for all.

Dean hit his head on the steering wheel as he started his baby, sometimes even she couldn't comfort him. He had watched Sam have these dreams for years, and he was never quite sure why they bothered him, he sighed, Sam was his brother so of course it was awkward but... it had always been something more , somthing so complex he refused to deal with it, complex and touchy feely things were so not his thing, he was Dean fucking Winchseter he didn't do awkward or... or whatever this was...'You know why they bother you man, you know what this is, of course you do, why not just face it.' Dean growled outwardly at the voice. 'No I do not know and this discussion is over.' He frowned. Great, he was talking to himself. His line of work had definitely started tugging at his sanity. He looked towardsthe road attempting to focus on getting breakfast and a well-needed coffee.

Sam had climaxed over and over again to no avail; his throbbing cock would not go down. He was covered in cum, a little bit of cold water and an air of shock as he stood just outside the shower oblivious to the havoc he had wrecked in his plight to relieve himself, growling under his breath Sam began to jerk off again gritting his teeth and moaning softly his fingers sliding down to his already wet entrance tracing his hole. He rarely teased himself there because it always set him over the edge too quickly but he needed it right now, lust was coursing through his slick muscular body, made hard from years of training. His ass firm beneath his palm, his index finger slick with water breached the first ring of muscles, Sam moaned out not even stifling himself knowing Dean was out and would be for a while. Soon he had three fingers in and was scissoring and stretching his hole as he slumped against the wall containing a towel rack. He groaned out gripping his shaft, "Dean, oh god, Dean s'good... need you so bad..!" As he climaxed he came hard all over his hand and chest shouting out his brothers name in ecstacy. As he road out his orgasm wringing his cum out of his member he looked down but to no surprise he stayed hard as a rock, and it was so damn painful and so damn good he couldn't help but be furious, this couldn't be happening. Then he heard the motel door open, and then the towel rack gave way.

Dean opened the motel room door to hear the shower running and a million curses flying from inside the small room. "DAMMIT, the fuck is wrong with me! It won't fucking go away!" Dean then heard something that suspiciously sounded like a towel rack being ripped out of the wall and more cursing. Dean rushed to door. " Sammy, is everything alright?" Sam froze in the nearly destroyed bathroom as he in his blind panic and ecstasy had ripped, fallen, and plain torn apart the whole room. He then looked at his own permanent hard on, it hadn't even faded when he came, all six , it was seriously wearing at his stamina. "Dean... uhm...I think.. I think ... I've been cursed." His voice hoarse and a whole new level of freaked, it was the only explanation he could think of yet they happened been involved with witches in weeks... this made no sense, panic started seeping in. "Sam what do you mean cursed? Get your ass out here." Hissed Dean. Sam internally cringed no use avoiding it, he wrapped the largest towel he could find around his waist to try to stay calm and put together as he tried to hide his huge throbbing erection. As he opened the door Deans mouth dropped open in shock. "Dude what did you do to the bathroom?" Sam ground his teeth. "Not the problem right now Dean."

Dean sat on the bed frowning and drinking his coffe on the dingy bed against the motel wall... his brother had been cursed, and had a permanent and very painful hard on that just wouldn't go away, how much weirder could this day get. Pulled out of his thoughts by a car drving by on the nearby road Dean looked up, Sam sat at the small dining table at the entrance of the room to embarrassed to say anything and to big to fit in any of his pants for some unforseen reason, this seeemingly included his boxers and pajamas, so he sat cold hard, furious and miserable in a towel as his brother just stared at him. "Sam, has anything strange happened recently, any strange people?" "No Dean." Sam said for the sixth time in the last twenty minutes. Dean smiled in amusement. "Hate to say this Sammy, but we need to call Bobby." Sam's shoulders slumped, he had seen this coming and had been dreading those since the hour before when Dean had arrived back at the motel. "Dean please no..." Sam looked on with a furrowed brow and a frustrated set of his mouth. Dean sighed trying to avoid theb laughter ready to bust at his gut. "He's the only one with the resources… You know we have to." And that is when Sam died inside a little more. The more Dean thought on this the funnier it got, and the funnier it got the more angst Sam fumed. This was definitly going to be a wierd ass day.