Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural or the characters thereof.

Dark Fic! Our Boys find each other and find killing much more enjoyable and find new ways to do it. It's gets violent and includes Rape, so don't read if this bothers you.

Warning: Wincest! Unrelated but still is Sam and Dean. Sam/Dean/John/Mary/Ash/Jo. Some language, graphic imagery. Sexual Content. Dark content. Violent scenes are included here. Menage situations, fair warning here!

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.

Plot:

Sam is lonely and keeps getting stood up for dates. Dean shows up and soon they are find undeniable passion blooming between them. Sam's family finds out and meet him. Will they get along and where will their new relationship lead them now? Killing has never been more fun, as Dean and Sam find out later. And the saying, 'Keep it in the Family' takes on a whole new meaning for this killing group.

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(Sam's POV)

Another long night, another drink I get to pour. Another night I get to go home alone and not be touched. Another false promise to meet me after work for sex and drinks, even though I'm fairly sure he wanted me a lot, and had seemed like he'd not stand me up this time.

Sam prayed the next one didn't.

Some good prospects here tonight. The tall blond and, the other one, he was a regular. Hotter than the rest but still, he dared not approach him. Spiked brown hair, blonde highlights. Sexiest green eyes he'd ever seen. And a body he could jerk off to with his eyes closed. And often did.

The tall blond beckoned now. Sam noticed. He went over. A touch of the fingers along his own as he took him his scotch. Scotch, such an awful drink, he thought but smiled anyway, not wanting to taste it when he kissed him. Sam pictured when he'd thrust in and take him hard, his mouth tasting of…scotch.

Ugh. He'd tell him he didn't like kissing, yeah, that should do it. A good fucking however was in order.

It had been a year and he could punch holes in wood with his dick from the lack of attention it had been getting. Not to mention, his family had been talking of visiting again.

Time to move on anyway. He thought tiredly. Tired of running from them, from what they were. From the trail of death and destruction they left in their wake every time. A trail that strangely enough, both followed and led straight to him as they followed him.

But for now, he concentrated on work and getting laid.

Taking the guy's number, agreeing to meet after work.

Hoping he'd show.

(Dean's POV)

Sam had noticed him again, a good dose of lust in his eyes this time. He was weakening.

Dean had been following Sam for over a year. Going where he went.

He seemed sadder tonight…he always looked this way before he left a town. Sam was moving again. What made him run so much? Was it the cops? Or some ex he feared? Dean would be glad to help rid him of the guy if he wanted…not a problem really.

Sam wanted more, Dean could tell. Such a lonely soul. Needing to be touched. But not by others, if Dean had any say in it; that was His to do. Someday.

He watched as the blond called Sam over and they whispered, touching hands. Not a good sign. But the scotch he drank was a turn off for Sam; Dean knew this. Sam hated scotch; he'd seen it enough to know. He watched him take the paper, the guy's number probably; the new guy's eyes skating over Sam's body and licking a lip as he eyed his erection. Sam was getting hard from the sight of him doing it.

The man was leaving now and Sam was watching his ass.

'Time to remove an obstacle again'. Dean sighed. Tossing back his Jack and following now, waving to Sam as he left with a smile. Sam smiled back and Dean's heart clutched. He had a nice smile, a beautiful smile really. This man he loved. So lonely. Sam should smile more.

But for now he followed the man who had picked Sam up.

Catching him in his apartment and killing him brutally. Wearing his plastic suit and gloves. Leaving to find Sam again.

(Sam's POV)

3:15 am. The guy was late.

Sam stood watching both ends of the alley, anxiously. He'd seemed interested… It wasn't Sam's overhopeful imagination. He was pretty great looking! He'd even fixed up his hair and everything….why did this always happen to him? Why did he try?

Sam decided he'd waited long enough, and sighed.

Headed to the Waffle place for something to eat, then home to his bed to sleep alone again.

Tired of being alone.

His phone vibrated in his pocket. He checked it. The guy was probably calling to say he was running late. No, it was Dad. So he answered it.

"No, I'm fine. Sorry I took so long to answer." Sam said smiling, his father worried when he didn't pick up the phone. "No, I won't be here then. I don't care if you are making a special trip here. I'm leaving tomorrow."

The man spoke and Sam listened.

"No, I'm not avoiding you. I just don't stay in one place long." Sam said.

Listening again.

"You're one to talk! You move just as much as I do." Sam said and laughed.

Listened and sighed.

"Tulsa probably. I heard they got some good bar jobs open." Sam said and chuckled, "No, no guys to bring home yet. Keep standing me up." Sam listened, "I know. They make the date and never show. I would let you meet one if you promised to behave…" He laughed again, "You scare them away or kill them, Dad. I want to keep the one I bring home. Not bury him in a clearing! Again."

He rolled his eyes at something the man said and listened. Nodding in resignation. Nosy parents!

He nodded. "Yeah, it wasn't serious but…" Sam pinched the bridge of his nose in annoyance as his father spoke again. "You had no right to kill him! I was going to confront him about the cheating after you left." He listened again and sighed.

"Dad, you have to let me do this myself…" Sam pleaded, "No, I don't hate you or them. I'm not ashamed of you. But what do I tell them? 'Hi, I'm Sam. I might love you but you should leave. See, I got this family and they're serial killers and they follow me around killing people. And, oh, by the way, if you meet them and they don't like you, they kill you, too." He sighed, "I am going to be alone for the rest of my damn life if this keeps up."

He listened again and nodded, looking like he was surprised at what he said then sighed, a soft groan passing his lips as he eyed the sky like he was praying God would just kill him now!

"Fine, the Waffle store on fifth. Heading there now. Sure, you all can come and eat with me. Just eat though. Then I'm going home to sleep, I'm exhausted, I just worked a double shift." Sam said and sighed again. "I love you, too, Dad. See you in a few. Yeah, tell her I'm coming. I won't ditch you guys."

Sam went to walk off and was stopped. A hand touched his arm.

"Sam." The voice said. Sam turned to see who it was.

And nearly fainted in surprise.

(Dean's POV)

Sam was upset but not too much. The guy not showing hadn't bugged him as much this time.

Then the phone had rang.

Dean heard everything.

Sam was from a family of serial killers, Must be the ones doing the prostitute ones here in town….

He was familiar with what Dean was…!

Dean heard him agree to the date with his family; good for him. They sounded like they missed him.

But something in him wanted to meet Sam now; not just stalk and watch him.

Something freed up by the knowledge that killing didn't bother the man. Serial killers didn't freak him out. Dean didn't have to hide what he was with Sam.

He wanted to meet him!

So he left the alley and finally touched the man he'd loved for the better part of a year.

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(They find each other.)

"You look lonely, you okay?" Dean asked as Sam paled at the sight of him.

"Fine, just beginning to hate the male sex." Sam grumped and slid him a look. An inquisitive look. "What are you doing here?"

"I live by here." Dean lied. He actually lived three miles away in a motel room. "I was out for a walk and saw you. You're the bartender here, right?" He gave him a wide smile.

"Yes." Sam said, "I've seen you inside there. You're a regular."

"Nah, I just like the bartender." Dean said chuckling. His eyes betraying his desire for the man.

"Oh." Sam said then blushed. Dean thought he was gorgeous when he blushed that way. Sam got half hard at knowing this hunk wanted him after all. "Um, in that case, would I be too forward to ask if you have plans tonight?" He licked a nervous lip. Already thinking this was such a bad idea…

"No, just can't sleep." Dean said, "Why?"

"I have to meet my folks right now but…would you like to come to my place?" Sam asked and his eyes showed his hope. Hope this guy actually said yes. He really wanted this one to want him enough to say yes. "It shouldn't be more than an hour at most."

"Sure, where would you like to meet?" Dean asked, smiling happily. Finally! Sam would be His.

"Here?" Sam suggested.

"Okay, I'll wait here." Dean said grinning, staying where he was.

"You can go home and come back. You don't have to just stand there for an hour." Sam said surprised.

"No, I want to. Nowhere else to go really." Dean said and took Sam's hand, pulling him close, kissing him softly and Sam melted. Lips opening eagerly, tongue seeking more, eyes closing. Dean doing the same, both falling into the kiss as it deepened and moaned in disappointment when it ended. Both wanting more. Dean ran a hand down his back and along his ass, sliding hands along the break in the middle but not pressing in. "I want to wait, Sam. I want you. I want to be inside you."

A needy moan escaped Sam as he pulled away, hard and ready. "I have to go. But don't leave, okay?" Sam asked worried. He really didn't want this guy to leave! He'd go home with him now and call to cancel with his folks if he thought they wouldn't follow him and kill the poor guy for it.

"Wouldn't think of it." Dean said letting him go, seeing the desire in Sam's eyes was enough.

"Be back soon." Sam said softly, "You are so sexy. You were the one I wanted to go home with anyway. I didn't dare ask. Figured you'd turn me down. You looked so straight."

"No, I'm gay. I just pass for straight really well. I just wanted to go home with you, too." Dean said softly. "I could love you, Sam. Not wanting to scare you off." He shuffled nervously and Sam chuckled.

"Too late, I already do love you. So get started with the loving me thing." Sam teased then bit a lip. "Would you like to have supper with us?" His eyes practically glowed now, "If you're going to love me, you should probably meet them."

"I have to admit something first." Dean said and Sam looked worried. "No, it's not bad. Not married or anything." Dean saw Sam relax now. "I overheard your call just now."

"How much of it?" Sam asked then sighed. "Yes, my family are serial killers. I am not."

"That's good, cause I'm a serial killer, too." Dean admitted. "I killed the men you were supposed to be picked up by. I've been in love with you for a year. I follow you around." He saw Sam's appraising look, "I just had to be around you. Please don't change your mind?"

"I don't mind. I've been watching my family kill for years, so it doesn't bother me. I just don't like to do the actual killing part; not squeamish or anything." Sam admitted "I'm a sexual sadist type. Killing makes me horny. I used to watch Dad kill someone and ended up jacking off to it. He takes videos of his kills now and sends me them; they're my porn." Sam smiled now. "No changing yours?"

"Hell, no!" Dean said gasping and kissing him hard, "I want you to watch me kill, baby."

"I'd like that." Sam said smiling, taking his hand and chuckling at Dean's erection, pushing him to a wall. "Let's fix something first." He undid Dean's pants and slipped a hand in. grasping his erection Sam sighed happily, "You're huge! Can't wait to have you inside me!" And stroked him hard, cupping his balls as he did it.

Dean panted and was kissed hard as Sam worked him, hips fucking his hand until he came into the kiss and moaned loudly. Then Sam wiped his hand off on a bar towel from his bag and refastened Dean's pants. "There, now let's go meet my folks."

Dean nodded mutely, too happy to speak; desire thrumming through him still. That gorgeous ass in front of him begging him to sink deep into it and take it already. But he still managed a grin and let Sam tug him to the diner, and went to meet the family of the man he loved.

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John liked the man immediately, would have even if he wasn't like them.

"Saw your work in Denver, the nun?" John said and nodded, "Good work on the cover up; they so bought the accidental death thing."

"I know. She had brake trouble." Dean chuckled. He draped an arm over Sam's shoulder and let his finger trace along his collar bone, then letting them caress up the back of his neck to play with the hairs at the base of Sam's neck, making Sam moan softly and eye him with desire, and amusement. Then both men looked back at his family with wide smiles.

"So, you have anything to do with my son's latest dry spell with men?" John asked and laughed, his head going back and his dark hair with some gray in it, sexily flying back. Dean was getting rid of his competition, poor Sam. John thought it was romantic though and damn wasn't that man sexy! He still thought so, even after stalking Dean himself for over a year, too.

"Yes, I killed anyone who dared to touch him or wanted to. I like to kill the men that pick him up. I do it in a jealous rage." Dean chuckled, "Mary, you are a lucky woman. I see where Sam gets his good looks. I'd so fuck you, John, If you weren't married. If I'd seen you first…mmmm."

"Thanks, let's see if that works out later." John teased and leered, "Sam, can I share your boyfriend?"

"Sure, but I get him first." Sam grinned at Dean's surprised look. If Dean was willing, he'd be happy to share him with John.

"How about tonight?" Dean suggested. "He gets me then you do?"

Mary and John glanced at each other. Shrugging and thinking.

"I do have that thing. A male one. You said I got the last kill of the cycle…" Mary said and nodded.

"We'll help you, Mom." Jo said and bumped Ash's shoulder. "Can he fuck me while you kill him? Or Ash?"

"Or both of you? it's so hot when they fuck you guys first then I kill them." Mary suggested quietly.

"Let's do that." Jo agreed and Ash nodded.

By now they were done eating. Dean took Sam's hand and they got up, giving John a hot look. "You coming?" Dean asked and grinned as John stood to join them.

"Not yet, but I will be." John said and John hugged his wife. "See you in the morning. Pick me up at Sam's place."

"Have fun, honey." She said and waved as they left.

The three men walked to Sam's car and dropped Dean at his car. He now followed them to Sam's place.

"I like him." John said, "You should keep him."

"Planning on it." Sam said, "I hope he stays…" He looked sad.

"Son, the man stalked and killed every possible lover you may have had. That man ain't going anywhere. He loves you. He's obsessed with you." John chuckled, "The obsessed ones are fun…"

"Dad, think he'd marry me?" Sam asked quietly, "Someday?"

"Maybe you should mention it." John said and hugged his son. "He's a good one. He might say yes if you asked."

"I will." Sam said and snuggled in, craving the comfort of another person right now. "I've been so lonely."

"And now you aren't." John said and held Sam. Kissing his head as he cuddled closer.

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Sam's trailer was a large two bedroom deal and was spacious. The interior was tidy and perfect. Dean looked around as Sam watched him do it. Wanting Dean to get to know him this way. This would be his home now, too.

Dean wandered around the kitchen, looking in the fridge and cupboards; and freezer. Fresh fruit and veggies, meats and steaks. Smudge of grease by a burner. Smelled of hamburger.

Sam cooked. Homemade cooking. Dean smiled, he was pleased.

Then he looked in the hall and bathroom, neatly folded, organized, and spotless. 'Perfectly Sam.' Dean thought. A faint smell of gun oil and the Vanilla air freshener lingered everywhere.

He looked in the bedroom. It was spacious and had a waterbed. He frowned. His knives could accidentally pop it. They'd have to get a new mattress. Get rid of that. He surveyed the room. Homey. A shirt here and there, books on shelves with clear locked covers to keep them from falling out. Soft curtains of blue, same as the bedding. Mirrored doors to the closet. Tidy and lived in.

He liked this room. Minus the bed.

It was just his style, too.

Sam was perfect for him. Dean thought,' I love this man.'

But the sex would be tricky, and yet he'd manage.

He had wanted Sam for too long not to.

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The men undressed silently, gathering on the bed. Sam held onto Dean. Kissed him hard and need echoed in their moans. Dean kissed down his body, sucking and nipping his skin. Sam moved into every touch. Dean touched his thighs, caressing his balls, stroking him lovingly; kissing along its length. Sam gripped the sheets and whimpered in lust.

John watched and stroked himself. Dean offered his ass to rub against. John rubbed against him now, moaning. Dean sucked Sam now, moaned from the dick in his mouth and the dick against his ass. Both made him want more and more; wanting to cum already. John rubbed in his crack, against his hole but did not enter him. John's hands pinched nipples and kissed along Dean's back. Sam's hand was on his hair, urging him lower.

"I want to fuck you." John gasped, "While you fuck him."

"Yes!" Sam moaned and so did Dean. Yanking Dean off his dick roughly, Sam ordered softly, "Fuck me." Kissing him and stroking his dick, "Let him fuck you while you do me."

"Yes." Dean agreed and lubed him up, working him open as John worked him open. He pushed into Sam, who gasped but let him adjust, and make small movements. Sam moaned as the pleasure began. Dean moaned as John worked into him, doing the same. Breathing through the discomfort and burning. It had been a while. He hadn't been with anyone since he'd seen Sam and had to have him; saving himself for Sam. A deep moan fell from his mouth now and pleasure filled him. "Move, please?" Dean begged, "Fuck me!"

"Yes." John said and moaned. "You're so tight…so hot inside." He took him slowly, letting him adjust in Sam. Feeling him go a bit faster and going faster to match it. "Fuck, you feel so good on my dick!"

"Sam…you….never imagined it felt this good…I love you….your body is so gorgeous!...Mine!" Dean moaned and Sam gasped as his orgasms stole his words but "Dean!" away, which he cried out repeatedly now. Dean's name echoing from him.

Pleasure spiked now and the men got lost in it. Going into a frenzy as they fucked harder and faster soon, and cumming hard into each other, Sam onto them. Dean licked it off him and smiled. "You taste so good, Sam." He said and then sucked him hard again, stroking John until he got hard, too. Dean hard from watching them.

John moved below him and he lined up now, running fingers through his dark hair. "I could love you, too, John." He sighed, "If I had seen you first, I'd have pursued you." Then leaned back and kissed Sam who smiled, "But I chose him, but would love you, too, If It was okay with you two."

"It's fine with me, just love me more." Sam whispered as he slipped into Dean and Dean worked into John, who moaned softly.

"You're a…a virgin?" Dean said in surprise.

"Yes, I always swore I'd only be with a guy if I loved him like I did Mary." John said smiling, breathing softly through the burn and gasping in pleasure now, "I love you, so I'll share myself with you."

"You just met me…" Dean said in confusion.

"No, you just met me…I have been stalking you for a year, too, Dean. I wasn't just following Sam to keep him safe, though that was true. I was following you, watching you kill and wanting to be with you for a year, too. Told Mary when I fell in love with you and she said I should pursue you. She likes you, Dean. Says you're good for me." John admitted and blushed as his son and his lover looked at him. "I am married but…I want you in my life, too, Dean. I want to be a threesome of sorts, with you and him now."

"Yes, Dad. Dean? You love him, too, right? You want this?" Sam asked and moved faster now, talking and fucking was rapidly deteriorating into just fucking. Need and love and desire blooming in him like fire.

"Yes, I'd be with him but, when you're in town, I'd be with you, too." Dean agreed.

"Can I kill with you sometime?" John moaned, picturing it and moaning hotly.

"Me, too?" Sam asked and smiled. "I'll pick up the men and you kill them for me."

"Isn't that what we've been doing?" Dean moaned as Sam took him hard for minute, driving him to do the same to John, "John…so good…fuck…the thought of killing with you…turns me on…Sam….more….fuck me more!"

Sam stilled for a minute. "I want to watch you kill them from now on. Then fuck me into oblivion right after…" He moved now and Dean lost all words but his and John's names.

"Sam!...John!...More…Sam!...John!" Dean moaned louder, gripping the sheet by John's head as the bed sloshed and rocked them, and came screaming as both men reached between them and wrapped their hands around his dick and jerked him at the same time over and over, getting harder and harder, several times, taking him roughly as he stilled in orgasm and John fucked him with his ass and Sam fucked his ass hard with his dick. Dean was locked and frozen in pleasure and trembling, head back in helpless lust and need, "Mine!" Screamed by both Sam and John at the same time as Dean came for them over and over, submitting to their pummeling bodies with a moaned , "Yours." His Will joining theirs as they sucked him now and laid him down.

And let him rest. Owning this beautiful man completely now. Then sucking and kissing him hard until he whimpered for more. "Don't cum until we say, baby." Sam whispered and Dean nodded, love in his eyes, desire burning there, a hot fire burning them all up from that one look.

They seduced their new lover the rest of the night, making love to him over and over, until they passed out. Then bathing the next morning and kissing as he fucked them in the sauna until they came screaming for him, as he had been brought to do for them all night long. Then they cuddled for a bit.

Then Dean sighed unhappily as he watched John leave. "Will I see you soon?"

"Of course. You follow him, and I follow you. It's the way our relationship works, baby." John chuckled, "I see no reason to change it now. It works for us."

"So, Tulsa?" Sam asked and they nodded.

"Tulsa." John grinned and hugged his son. "You take care of each other." He said and laughed. "And I'll take care of you two." He smiled wryly, "I love you, Dean."

"I love you, too. I can share with you two." He said and nodded.

"Yes, we can share." Sam and John said and laughed. Hugging goodbye.

Then John climbed into his waiting car and drove off, grinning, adjusting his seating position when his ass hurt. He'd been well fucked; Mary was pleased.

But so was he. She was well fucked, too. Jo and Ash wore her out when they fucked her. Especially while they were killing someone. He chuckled. Sam got his sexual sadism from his mom, that woman knew how to combine her sex and death, she sure did. She got off on it, too. Just like Sam did.

He'd find them in the next town. His family was ready to leave for now.

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Both men shifted awkwardly in their seats and managed to cuddle closer, Sam letting Dean lean into him while his free arm held Dean there, kissing him whenever he got the chance. Dean's Honda civic burning up in an empty field behind them. His belongings, few as they were, had been moved into the trailer and they were headed to Tulsa in Sam's Impala.

"Have you ever thought of fucking John?" Dean asked and Sam raised an eyebrow.

"Of course. We were lovers with each other long before this, Dean." Sam chuckled, "He's not my real Dad, you know."

"Oh, what happened to your real family?" Dean asked. "If you don't mind me asking."

"I killed them." Sam said. "I came out as gay and they said I was evil. Hit me and said that I was disgusting. I lost my temper and killed them for it. Turns out, I really was Evil; who knew?!"

"So when did you first sleep with them?" Dean asked and smiled at Sam's amused look.

"Let's see. John as soon as they came in and helped me clean up my trace from the scene. They were going to kill my family and take me for themselves anyway; they were already watching the house. They watched me kill them. Fucked me in a pool of my father's blood. It was so hot! Then Mary when we got to the next town and Jo and Ash a few months later when they joined the family." Sam laughed. "My own family always hated me. I was too effeminate for them. Not macho like my father and brothers. My mother was this simpering thing but acted like there was something wrong with me…like I was some horrible person for wanting to be with men. I was going to run away. That's why I was telling them. I was packing to leave and figured I should be honest with them." He looked at Dean and shrugged, "You? How about your family?"

"My Dad was the Alphabet Killer. He was shot to death by cops. My mom, she flipped out after he died. She killed with him, you know. So did I. The cops never figured that out. She got killed by the FBI guy she was trying to kill. I was put in a foster home, passed from place to place. Turned 18 and just left. I was free by then. Got my GED and began my own killing." Dean sighed, "I never had a family after Dad died."

"You got one now. We'll take care of you, baby. You got us now." Sam said softly. "Marry me? In a real ceremony. With a license and everything."

"Yes!" Dean grinned, "Let's find a state that lets us to that."

"I was thinking this little place in Vegas, small bed and breakfast that does ceremonies. Mom and Dad were married there." Sam suggested then smiled. "We need wedding bands."

"I got some cash. I'll help get them." Dean agreed.

"I love you, Dean. Thanks for stalking me." Sam said happily.

"I love you, too, Sam. You were fun to stalk." Dean chuckled, "Guess I was, too. John seemed to like it, too."

"Yeah, he did." Sam laughed and gave him a look. "Don't look now, but I think he's stalking you again."

Dean peeked in the mirror and saw their SUV and trailer in the rearview mirror. "Yep, I see him."

"Let me call them and tell them we're heading to Vegas." Sam said and dialed his Dad. "Yeah, we see you, you naughty man. We're headed to Vegas to get married; follow us." He listened, "He said he bets you look sexy in your tux, Dean." He listened again and chuckled as Dean grinned and nodded, "Uh huh, yeah, we could do that. Of course, we can. Yeah, love you, too. Tell me if you need to stop for the night, okay?" He listened and nodded, "Got it. That should work. Yeah, talk to you later. Bye."

Dean looked at him to see what he had said.

"John says we'll stop right outside of Vegas first, to rest up. Oh, and Mom wants to know if you are interested in helping her kill some showgirls." He laughed, "I wouldn't mind setting up some men for you and Dad to kill for me."

"I'd like that." Dean agreed, "You are a kinky man, baby."

"So are you." Sam said and Dean laughed again.

"We so are." Dean said and smiled, napping now. "You wake me when it's my turn to drive. I didn't get any sleep last night. I don't know why…" He winked at Sam and leered at his crotch.

"I have no idea what you could be referring to…" Sam said and cast a leer in his direction, too, licking a lip to tease him. It worked. Dean's dick stirred but couldn't get hard. He was still too spent for that.

"Just drive and keep your sex fiend thoughts to yourself, Sam. You and our other lover attacked me enough last night." Dean teased sleepily as his eyes slid closed.

"That's not how I remember it." Sam said smiling.

"You have a faulty memory, you horse dicked thing." Dean grinned with his eyes still closed.

"Go rest in our bed, baby. That can't be comfortable for you." Sam urged. He pushed Dean down until he was laying on the seat, resting his head on Sam's thigh as a pillow and Dean's arms slipped around his waist to hold himself there, smiling contentedly.

"No, I hate that waterbed." Dean complained. He really did. The sex was great but sex on the high seas made him nauseous.

"I'll get a real mattress then. It came with the trailer. I just never bothered to get another one. We'll get one in Vegas." Sam said and smiled as Dean breathed softly.

"Thank you." Dean sighed and slept again.

"Anything for you, baby." Sam promised and enjoyed the scenery as he watched it pass ahead of them. Life was good for him now, He had want he wanted.

He had Dean.

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This is a two part fanfic and so there will be another chapter.

There are still showgirls to kill, Dean is so looking forward to that. I hate to disappoint that sexy green eyed man, don't you?