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Warning: Wincest! Sam/Dean graphic imagery. Sexual 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. PWP, for the most part, really! Very very smutty, don't look so shocked, you know that's the way I like to write it, lol!

Plot: Sam and Dean are on a Incubus hunt. Not to mention, looking to play with Dean's latest public sex kink.

Winchester Porn, anyone?

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Sam and Dean were sitting on separate sides of the bar, thinking naughty thoughts about each other. Eyes on each other and daring the other to drag the other out of the bar. It was a Incubus hunt but that didn't mean they couldn't enjoy themselves! Fucker was a no show, so they were now wasting time until the bar closed so they could do what they really wanted.

Public sex, on the wall out back and possibly all over the hood or trunk of the Impala. The first one giving in was bottom this time, and so they played their game.

The tightest jeans they owned and the ones that best accentuated their asses and bodies. The shirts that best fit them were also chosen. The sexiest cologne they owned was also wafting around them now. Both men looked sexy as sin and as soon as they closed that was just what they were going to do.

Sex in an alley, specifically that alley.

The one with the most cameras, of course.

Dean blamed cops for this latest foray into kink. They had been after them since the thing with the spirit killing cops…and the guy's daughter that had called them in to help.

Sam blamed the cops too. For taking Dean's confession.

'Hi, I'm Dean Winchester, I'm an Aquarius. I like Frisky women and men, and walks along the beach. And lots of sex, a lot of it!' Dean had said. Somewhere frisky and walking on beaches had evolved to sex on beaches, which may or may not have gotten sand in places that Sam still hadn't gotten it out of yet. Then had led to sex in the life guard stand, on the walkway around it…under the moonlight, of course.

This led them to the sex on steps of buildings and fountains. And then to being bent over a bannister as Sam shot the poltergeist with salt while Dean fucked him and shot him full of his cum, then watched it burn up as Bobby burned the bones for them. Sam may have instigated that one, but one would never get him to admit that. How was he to know that pulling Dean's pants down and sucking his dick would lead to that? Yeah, sometimes Sam joined Dean on his usual cruise up the Denial, a willing passenger at times.

Now they figured if they fucked in the alley, the Incubus would probably show. Both held knives in their belts to do the job when the time came. Speaking of cumming, Dean watched Sam take a drink of his frothy girly drink, the white foam coating his lips now. Sam ever so slowly licked it off and now his lips were plump and shiny. Like they were when he sucked Dean and came into his mouth.

Dean broke then and there!

Sam just grinned as Dean crossed to him and tugged him out of the bar, swearing under his breathe. "Fucking sexy brothers!" was heard, his usual response when he lost the game. Sam knew that would do it. Dean never stopped thinking of Sam sucking his dick. Next to kissing him, it was his favorite thing for Sam to do to him!

Sam let him press him to a wall and kiss him hard; his hands pulled his body tight against Sam's. Dean was hard already…and so was Sam.

Sam had mercy on the man, going down on his knees and sucking him now, lips and tongue working him the way Sam knew he liked best, teeth scraping his balls and up the bottom of that juicy dick of his. Dean arched and cursed loudly, moaning harshly as he felt the pleasure sear his body now, making him thrust deeper and Dean felt fingers press against his hole before thrusting in at the same time as Sam sucked this way. Now Dean really lost it and shouted, body writhing exquisitely for his brother, cumming hard into his throat and feeling tingly and languid from his orgasm.

Now Sam flipped him around and thrust in, going at a medium pace until Dean writhed again. Then took him hard and fast, fucking that perfect ass for all he was worth. Dean's body thrust back to meet his thrusts and hands clawed the wall as he thrummed with ecstasy at Sam taking him this way. Pounding him with his huge dick so hard he felt it in every bone in his body.

They both turned at the same time, hearing it cumming from watching them, and threw their knives into its heart and crying out as they came at the same time.

Then they retrieved their knives, cleaned them off and sheathed them again. With oil and salt they burned the Incubus to ash now. The Incubus burned quickly so it didn't take long at all.

Then Dean was tossed hard onto the hood of the Impala and Sam thrust in, Dean's legs already wrapping around his waist. Sam's hands gripped his hips and took him hard again, leaning forward to suck that neck and chest, sucking those nipples and neck, up to his ear. Then kissing him deeply as he stroked him in time with his thrusts into Dean now.

Both knew the cameras were catching them for sure now and, man, did that make it even hotter for them! Sam twisted a hip and hit his prostate now. Dean arched and screamed in pleasure over and over until he forgot to breathe, cumming hard and multiple times as Sam kept fucking him over and over, finally cumming inside him again, and his own multiple orgasms ripped through him as well. Dean of course came with him for these orgasms, like a good brother should.

Then they cleaned off and got in the car, after waving at the cameras and grinning proudly.

That black beauty of a car carried those naughty men away, leaving the bartender spent and sated as he came for the fifth time from watching them fuck that way. Then leaning forward, he erased the tape and drank half a bottle of whisky in three deep drinks.

No one else needed to know what they had done together in that alley. No one needed to know how good those men looked fucking each other that way.

But most of all, no one needed to see them kill the Incubus that had been taking his customers as they left his bar and had driven him to call them in to stop it for him in the first place.

Stan was a Hunter's son. Not in the business but not ignorant of the supernatural. His father had taught him all he knew but had never pushed him too hard to join the family business. Then his father had done something else.

He had given him Dean's number to call if he needed his help with something.

Now, as the memory of them fucking so gloriously in that alley spooled through his mind again, Stan couldn't help but think that not only were they good Hunters.

They did some pretty terrific porn, too.

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