Now they were unwinding in a bar, sipping a few beers, letting the tension flow from their bodies. Only Sam wasn't sure whether he was releasing tension or building it up. Dean smiled and Sam followed his line of vision to make out a blue eyed girl, dark hair all the way down to the small of her back, eyes accentuated with moderate use of eye-liner and a physique that was definitely right down Dean's alley. Sam sighed.
Sure enough the dark haired beauty strolled over towards Dean, smiling back and openly looking his brother up and down, nodding approvingly. Sam knew exactly what the girls liked about his brother. He knew from experience. Short, neatly styled hair, a strong jaw line, startlingly green eyes deeper than the Mariana Trench, lips so full they didn't belong on any male. The five o'clock shadow that Dean was sporting certainly didn't dent his attractiveness and despite the two layers underneath his leather jacket it was obvious that soft wasn't the word to describe Dean's body.
"Hi," the girl said in way of greeting, eating Dean up with her eyes while giving Sam a fleeting glance and a nod. "Name's Gina," she offered, sitting on the stool that Dean had pulled up next to his. Sam got a whiff of her perfume, subtle, pleasant, not overpowering. Definitely something he would smell on Dean once he found their motel room again in the morning.
"Hey Gina. I'm Dean," the older Winchester replied in a voice that sent shivers down Sam's spine. And Gina's as well, it seemed. His brother knew how to turn on the charme. Dean inclined his head, nodding at his brother. "That's Sam, my brother."
"Hi Sam, nice to meet you," Gina purred, all polite. "And especially nice to meet you, Dean." She let her finger trace the seem of Dean's torn and worn jeans. Dean watched her finger for a moment, savoring the feeling.
"Want a beer, Gina?" Dean asked, honey thick in his voice.
"Love to," Gina smiled back, her finger never stopped moving. It was obvious to Sam he'd have to walk back to the motel later. Luckily the bar was only a mile or two down the road. Sam scoffed to himself. Who was he kidding. He might need to take a detour to walk off the hard-on that was starting to form in his own jeans.
Stealing a glance at Dean's crotch, Sam subdued a groan in reaction to the bulge he glimpsed. He had to tear his eyes up before he got caught and sipped on his beer. Looking at Gina, Sam noticed she was also checking out Dean's package. Obviously she liked what she saw, because her purring cranked up a notch and her hand miraculously wandered up Dean's thigh.
Sam had no idea what the two were talking about. He was busy trying not to let Dean notice his discomfort and the hint of jealousy he was sure he couldn't hide. He had no idea when he'd started reacting to Dean but he knew his brother would freak out ten ways to the North Pole if he'd know.
Sam's eyes were glued at Dean's knee, almost touching his own. The way he felt right now it wouldn't surprise him if he'd spontaneously combust should they connect. Sam realized his bottle was empty. He considered ordering a new one but opted for something stronger. Pointing at the empty glass next to him, Sam held up three fingers and soon got his order of tequila.
Gina smiled at Sam when she accepted her glass and Dean nodded and winked. Sam was sure he blushed slightly but immediately blamed it on his buzzed state. The bar got fuller and Sam had to move closer to his brother, who had Gina practically sitting in his lap, to avoid anyone getting the idea he was there alone. He wasn't in the mood for a random fuck.
Great, Sam, he scolded himself, when the thought alone made his half hard cock jump with interest. He had to get out of there before he embarrassed himself. A hand on his shoulder drew him out of his condemning thoughts. Sam looked up to see Dean leaning closer to talk in his ear.
"Gina and I are going to find a place with more privacy, Sammy. You okay to get your ass home yourself?" Dean drawled, a subtle mixture of his cologne, beer and tequila teasing Sam's nostrils. Placing the motel key in his brother's hand, Dean gave Sam no time to object. Without waiting for a reply, he patted Sam on his back before lacing his hand into Gina's to lead her out of the lively bar. Sam watched until the door closed behind them and got himself another tequila. Downing it quickly, he smacked the glass on the counter and paid. He didn't feel like company at that moment.
When the door closed behind him, Sam stepped into the darkness and headed towards the road back to the motel. He didn't get far, however, because his eyes caught the familiar shape of the Impala. It had been raining earlier, and the black car was still littered with droplets that glistened in the light of the moon. That wasn't what caught Sam's attention, though.
Dean had parked his Baby close to an old fashioned street lamp and the dim light was giving off just the right ambience for what Sam saw unfolding in the car. With the combination of moon and street light illuminating the scene, it was obvious Dean and Gina hadn't wasted much time at getting down to business. His brother was just breaking the passionte kiss long enough to allow Gina to free him of his t-shirt before their mouths clashed again.
Sam lifted his foot, fully intending to leave. He didn't want to see his brother being intimate with some random chick. He didn't want to have to deal with that picture burned into his mind's eye for eternity. And yet he couldn't leave. His dick started throbbing in his pants, just seeing Dean's well muscled back moving in the pale light of the moon. Sam made a decision he was sure he'd regret in the morning. He knew the chances he would ever have such an intimate moment with his brother himself were slim to non-existant, so this was the only way he could have a part in Dean's pleasure.
Taking a step back into the shade, Sam leaned against the wall of the bar. He was positive he couldn't be seen from the Impala, but being only about ten yards away, he had no trouble following what was happening inside the car. Sam knew he should leave, but he couldn't. He was just going to watch, he promised himself.
Dean had wasted no time getting Gina naked, her pale skin reflecting the light as Dean roamed his hands over her bare tits. For a moment Sam envied the backseat of the car. A soft moan floated over to him. Whatever his brother was doing, Gina sure liked it. Sam supressed a groan and stuffed his hand down his pants to readjust his dick before he hurt himself. Placing both hands behind his back on the wall, he watched, lips slightly agape.
Dean had his back to Sam and the younger man could see the muscles ripple under the velvet skin as his brother gently turned Gina around. For a split moment Sam caught sight of Dean's rock hard erection and the tight ass. Biting down a gasp, Sam felt his own cock harden fully.
Mesmerized, Sam couldn't tear his eyes off his brother lining up his cock to take Gina on a doggy style ride. He was curling his toes in his shoes, keeping rhythm with his brother's measured thrusts. Every now and then one of Gina's moans would reach Sam's ears, making him throb with desire. He couldn't believe how much he longed to be in Gina's place. Dean's hands were holding on to her hips, pulling her back against him with every push of his own, leaving his brother wondering whether he'd leave bruises on her delicate skin.
Sam could see a glistening film of sweat forming on his brother's back. Please don't let the windows fog up, he thought. Gina's moans were getting louder, more frequent, occasionally joined by one of Dean's. Sam felt like a light touch would be enough to make him explode. His hands fisted behind his back in an effort to not completely embarrass himself by coming in his pants, just from watching his brother fuck a chick in the back of the Impala.
Dean leaned forward, never stopping his tantalizing rhythm, reaching around Gina's slender waist, burying his hand between her legs. Sam couldn't see it, but from the way she threw her head back it was clear Dean's talented fingers had found her clit. And Sam knew that Dean was a pro in treating a girl.
Closing his eyes, Sam pictured himself in the car, naked as the day he was born, ass raised to meet his brother's thrusts. Dean keeping good pace, hitting all the right spots, making him moan with pleasure, making him shout in ecstasy. Sam pictured Dean leaning forward over him, just like he did with Gina right now, his strong hand wrapping around his straining erection, jerking Sam's hard as steel dick in tandem with his own cock brushing over Sam's hot spot. Sam groaned.
His eyes shot open when he heard Dean grunt heavily, fixated on the accelerating speed of his brother's thrusts. The guttural sounds tearing from Dean's throat went straight to Sam's cock and Sam knew there was no way he could walk away from this. Gina was keening non-stop, Dean's hand still wrapped around her waist. A shudder ran through her body and Sam was sure he heard her moaning his brother's name as she came hard.
Heart threatening to pound through his chest, Sam's right hand abandonned its place behind his back, unerringly finding its way to his crotch. Sam had to consciously make the decision to rather grab his jacket since he intended to keep his promise to just watch. It was hard. Dean straightened up in the black car, fucking the girl through her orgasm, thrusts getting sloppy and Sam knew he was close. With one last push, Dean threw his head back and grunted out his pleasure just as Sam's hand fisted in his own jacket. That sound was enough to draw a matching one from Sam, cock pulsing in his jeans, coating his boxer briefs with hot spurts of his cum.
The wave of pleasure racing through Sam's body was so intense that he didn't even feel the back of his head connecting with the brick wall behind him as he copied Dean and threw his head back. Sam's eyes closed and in his mind he saw Dean's face, eyes shut tight in the throes of lust, mouth forming his name.
Breathing heavily, Sam opened his eyes at this thought. How he wished he'd ever hear Dean shout his name while cumming. He started to measure his breaths, coming down from his peak. The Impala was quiet. Sam could just see the top of Dean's head as he rested it between Gina's shoulder blades.
"Shit," Sam muttered. The sticky warmth in his pants would soon cool down and be an uncomfortable reminder that he came untouched watching his brother having sex while walking the two miles to their motel. Sam knew he'd almost fucked up and broke his promise not to touch himself, but damn him if staying all hot and bothered in the shadows hadn't been worth it. With a smile on his face, he started his march down the road, hand wrapped around the motel room key.