„Dean, I thought you were with Lisa?", Sam said, looking at me like a 13-year-old boy that got caught masturbating.

„I wish I were." I anwered, shockingly looking at the scene that was playing in front of my eyes. I didn't catch him up masturbating, but he was lying there, that girl riding on him as if he would be a fucking rodeo.

While Sam and I were looking at eachother, she ran through the room, getting her clothes together. No doubt, she was sexy as hell. Her dark her, her beautiful body and all. But I didn't even care. But I should start at the beginning.

~~*5 hours earlier*~~

We arrived at the motel, and Sam went out to get some food. We felt like starving, but I wasn't in the mood to go out, sitting in one of those expensive Diner's, and having half-a-million people staring at me.

When he came back, Sam ran into the door like a ninja. Oh hell, I was happy the door wasn't closed.

„DUDE! I'm having a date. Here's your food." He threw the bag of food at me, and then he ripped off his shirt, desperately searching for something chic to take on. He looked good, standing there... shirtless... OH GOD DEAN, WHAT ARE YOU THINKING?

„Well, then, who's the happy chick?" I asked him, putting a faked interested look on my face.

„Her name's Amanda, I met her at the Diner. She works there." He told me, grinning from ear to ear and putting one of his fancy shirts on.

„Wow. Really Sam. Wow. Amandaaaaaa." He was used to the fact that I was making jokes about every girl he met. It gave me some kind of confidence. Everything else is worse than you, Dean. Well, that's what I mostly think.

„Will you visit Lisa tonight?" He looked at me. And HIS interested face wasn't faked.

„I guess, yes. We're not so far away from her, I guess she'd be happy if I'd go over to see her and Ben."

Sam nodded, and then he left the room.

To be honest, I wasn't even thinking about going to see Lisa. I went to one of those overpriced strip-clubs, just to see the same whore taking her clothes off all the time. I drank 2 or 3, maybe 4 glasses of Whisky, and then I left the club again.

~~*Past Time*~~

And here we had the disaster. Amanda kissed Sam's forehead, threw a death glare at me, and ran out.

„I will never get this out of my head, Sammy. SHE WAS RIDING YOU LIKE A RODEO. And what the hell did you do with her nipples?" I said, still shocked.

„Dean, you weren't with Lisa. Right?" He looked at me with that 'Don't-you-lie-to-me-boy' face he always made when he was pissed. His 'bitchface'.

„No, I wasn't, because I'm sick of this entire relationship-bullshit she's doing with me, okay!" I yelled.

„Dude, calm down. Imma take a shower, and then we can talk, okay?" I just nodded. But to be honest, I didn't want to talk. I just wanted to forget over this. I wanted this picture out of my head, how that girl sat on my brother, and how he played around with her nipples. How she moaned, and how he was biting his bottom lip.

I was never the man that could handle feelings. And that made it worse for me. Because there was this feeling I had, and I swear, I never had it before. But I knew I was jealous. Not of Sammy for having that hot chick. I was jealous for this Amanda-Girl that had the luck riding my brother.

It sounds rude, and I know that. He is my brother, and I am Dean fucking Winchester. Nobody would've expected I'd say something like this. Nobody would've expected I'd THINK somethink like this. Not even a little bit. Not even close of a little bit. But I feel attracted by my brother. Maybe, just maybe, there's a little more then just feeling attracted to him.

Before Sammy could get out of the shower and talk to me, I fell asleep.

I pressed Sam against a wall and kissed his neck. I could feel my pants get tighter with every second, and I felt his breath in my hair. We were already shirtless, and every little piece of our common sence was already gone. He started ripping off my pants, while I was still kissing his neck.

And then I woke up. BULLSHIT! Sam stood in the room, laughing his ass off while looking at me.

„WHAT?" I yelled.

„Dude, what did you dream of?" he asked, tears of laughter in his eyes.

„What are you talking about?" I was damn confused.

„Dean, you have a boner." He said, still smiling .

I looked down and saw that he was right. Damn.

„So, you wanna tell me what you dreamed about?" He hopefully looked at me.

I just shook my head and ran into the bathroom. I took a hot shower, dressed up, brushed my teeth and then I told Sam that I'd go to get some breakfast. Guess what? He wanted to come with me.

We were sitting in the car, listening to some local radio, what barely happens. 'Sex on Fire' was on. I liked that song, but I just couldn't hear it without thinking of my dream last night.

„Dude, I know that you're trying to avoid me." Sam said after turning out the radio.

„I'm not trying to avoid anybody." I answered.

„Lisa and Ben? Okay. But your own brother? Dean, that's rude, even for you. What the hell is wrong with you?" He didn't want to stop. So I told him to shut up and turned on the radio again.

Later that day I left Sam in the Motel, I told him I need a ride in the car, for miself, which was right. Being near Sam made me feel uncomfortable, and I hate admitting this. But I knew that as more time as I spend with him, as bigger this fucking feeling inside of me will become. So better avoid him. Yes, he was right. But what should I tell him? 'Hey dude, yeah you're right, I avoid you because I'm close to falling in love with you' ? That wouldn't be great fun. Not for him, and neither for me. So I took this drive, just to think about the crappy situation I am in. But I couldn't find a fitting (and smart) solution, so I drove back to the Motel.

When I came into the room, the smell of sugar climbed up my nose. Sam was sitting on his bed, sucking candycanes.

„Dude, it's the middle of January and you are eating candycanes?" I asked him, confused as ever.

„Yeah, Amanda brought them over. Wanna have one?" He wanted to give me one, but I shook my head.

„No, I'm sure that she wouldn't want me to eat those. Have you seen how she looked at me before she left?" I argued.

He laughed, but he said nothing.

I took a bottle of beer out of the fridge and sat down on my bed. Sam was still sucking his candycane, and I doubted that he'd stop that fast. But it kinda turned me on. How he was sucking those candycanes, of course, not that I doubted … whatever.

We didn't talk anymore that evening. Except 'goodnight' and 'okay' or 'yes' and 'no' . I guess he was disappointed of my attitude in the car today. But at this moment, I really didn't care.