A/N: Ok my first fanfiction extremely nervous hopes it doesn't suck completely. classics never go out of style so this is a Wincest but I am mostly a Destial fan nonetheless so hope you like it and R&R and rated M for other chapters.

Dean sat back in the impala, radio blasting 'Kansas'. Humming slowing, the song came to an end and his thoughts began to wonder. He glanced over at Sam, His green eyes scanning his brother, even though he knew it was wrong to think about his brother like that, he let his imagination go wild on what was under the thick layers of clothing.

"Dean." The word fell out the perfect cherry lips. God it was so-

Dean snapped his attention back onto back onto road, gripping the wheel as he kept his poker face on. Sam continued looking at Dean, silently probing him, but gave up when he got no reply. Dean turned up the next song, trying to get the thoughts of his brother out of his head. He forced himself to think of Bobby. Naked. Yup, that brought his erection down to hell.
Both Winchesters were tired and it was dark, and they stopped by a shady motel. Dean, walked up to the clerk.

"1 room, two twins" He asked.

"Sorry Sir" The clerk said in a smooth voice." We only have one room with a queen sized bed".

Doing a double take, Dean asked. "Are you sure that's all you have?"

"Sorry, Sir that's all we got." The tall clerk said apologetic.

Dean finally looked at the clerk. He was fairly tall, dark skinned and, well handsome. To him, the man was looking at him in a way he did not fairly like. Dean weighed his options. The clerks eyes trailed up Dean`s body and licked his lips. Looking out the window, the clerk saw Sam and frowned slightly.
Well, it's not like we`ve never slept in the same bed before.

"Fine, we'll take it" Dean finally answered.

"Thank you Sir" The clerk's voice slightly dampened. Begrudgingly, the clerk swiped the card. "Room 365, Sir. My name is Antonio, and call me if you need anything."

"Thanks" Dean replied. Walking away, He exited the hell, and walked out.

"Did you get the beds?" Sam asked, not peeling his eyes off the Journal.

"Bed actually." Dean corrected calmly.

"W-what?" Was Sam`s incoherent reply, but Dean managed to understand it.

"It was all they had, don't worry it's a queen bed." Dean said as he grabbed the credit card from the clerk before, putting it in his wallet. "Why do they call it a queen bed?"

"Come on!" He left out the door heading for the room. Sam muttered something and cheeks tinting, as he headed towards the room.

Sorry for making it short and promise next chapter will be better please rate, review and comment