He's a one stop shop, make my cherry pop
He's a sweet-talkin', sugar coated candy man
A sweet-talkin', sugar coated candyman

"I can't handle this anymore, Sammy, we need food." Dean moaned clutching his stomach as it gave an audible gurgling growl. Sam rolled his eyes in response.

"Dean where do you put all that food?"

"I eat it?"

"I know! You eat and eat and eat but you never put on any weight."

"I'm a hunter, I kill evil things, it burns a lot of calories." Dean explained reasonably.

"Alright, there's a dinner we'll stop and get a bite to eat." Sam replied pulling the Impala into the parking lot of the shabby little dinner. The moment the car rolled to a stop Dean bowled out heading for the door like a starving man. Sam shook his head in fond exasperation and caused his famine stomached brother into the restaurant. The boys took a booth near the back and Dean sat fidgeting with his eyes locked imploringly on the languid waitress. Sammy feared that Dean would do something embarrassing to draw her attention but she rescued from this fate the old woman hobbled back to their table.

"I'll have a double cheese burger with ketchup, fries, and a piece of that blueberry pie." Dean ordered before she could even ask what he wanted. She stared wearily at the young man before writing down his order and turning to Sammy.

"I'll have a chef's salad and milk." The younger hunter added apologetically. The waitress nodded and trudged back towards the kitchen where she handed the notebook page through to the fry cook.

"Why do you always order rabbit food?" Dean asked.

"I like rabbit food, it tastes good and it's good for you." Sammy replied suppressing a sigh.

"Okay, I'll take your word for that…why do you never order desert?"

"I don't want desert." Sammy replied looking out the window.

"But you do, Sammy boy, you love sweets but you never order desert or get candy." Dean replied triumphantly. Sam rolled his eyes but ignored the question. "You're afraid you'll get chubby again aren't you?' Again Sammy ignored the question suddenly finding the dirt beneath his nails horribly fascinating.

"I don't want to be a chubby, shiny twelve year old again." He mumbled after a few moments.

"Sammy babe, you will never be a chubby 12 year old again, you'd be a chubby twenty four year old." Sam rolled his eyes before looking out the window again.
"Sammy, a piece of candy now and again won't cause you to balloon out."

"It's not one piece of candy, Dean. Once I start eating candy I can't stop myself."

"Really?" Dean asked his eyebrow cocked in interest.

"Really, I could never put down a bag if it had more candy in it."

"I always thought you squirled away your Halloween candy."

"Nope, always ate it all right away." Sam replied slightly shamefully.

"Wow you're an addict."

"I'm on the wagon." Sam admitted relieved as the ancient waitress returned with their food. Perhaps if Dean's mouth was full he'd stop asking questions. The moment the waitress placed the plate in front of Dean he grabbed the burger and began stuffing it into his mouth forcibly. Sammy watched the display with a hint of disgust before spearing a bite sized piece of lettuce on his fork. Dean had polished off his burger and half his fries whilst Sam had barely made a dent in the pile of wilted lettuce and soggy crotons. Soon after; Dean crammed the last of the fries into his mouth and moved on to his pie pulling it towards him with great gusto. He carefully took one shriveled blueberry on his fork and very carefully, very delicately licked all of the thick, dark syrup away before popping the berry in his mouth to suck. He continued to eat the pie one berry at a time taking great care to clean every bit of purple syrup away before sucking in the wrinkled fruit. Sam watched this process through half the pie with his salad laying forgotten before him. Sam was beginning to wonder if his brother always ate his pie so slowly, torturously, teasingly when the other man looked up with an impish grin and sucked another berry between his full lips.

"You jerk!" Sam whispered harshly.

"Bitch."

"You're doing it on purpose!"

"Doing what?" Dean asked his languid eyes betraying his attempt at innocence.

"You're tongue fucking that pie to tease me!" Sam growled pointing accusingly at the half eaten pie.

"Oh what's the matter, Sammy baby, you want some sugar?" Dean asked grinning wickedly. Sam responded with a silently scathing stare.

"You find weakness and you just have to pick at it."

"It's my prerogative as your big brother."

"This is something different, Dean; this isn't clowns or classical music. This is about me being healthy and staying in shape."

"Sammy, you are an adult now, you have more self-control than you did at twelve…one bite of candy is not going to turn you into a sugar fiend." Dean replied indulgently.

"I don't know that for sure, and if you're wrong I'm back to being chubby Sammy." He replied desperately.

"You'll always be Sammy to me chubby or not."

"Why is it so important to you for me to eat candy?" Sam asked staring at his brother suspiciously.

"'Cause you never let yourself have any fun. You don't eat candy, you barely drink, and you don't get laid. You need to loosen up a little."

"I'm find, I'm loose, now eat your pie and let me enjoy my salad."

"Whatever, Sammy." Dean finished hi pie without the flourish and allowed Sammy to eat his salad. Dean was pleased to note that though his brother finished the droopy lettuce each bite he took was favored with a look of bitter loathing. When both brothers finished eating Dean signaled for the check and laid enough cash on the table to cover the bill and a small tip. As they left the dinner and head for the car Dean held his hand out to Sam.

"What?"

"Keys, dude, I'm driving."

"But I'm not tired yet." Sam muttered fishing around in his pocket for the keys.

"Got a quick stop I wanna make."

"I stop when you ask me to."

"Not without bitching or asking questions you don't" Dean replied snatching the proffered keys. I was rare for Dean demand the keys. The normal routine was for was to drive until they couldn't stand it anymore then hand off the keys. Sam was fairly used to the routine but he was also fairly used to Dean shredding through them so he folded himself into the passenger's seat without further comment. Dean slid behind the steering wheel and popped a cassette into the deck.

"Do we have to listen to Blue Oyster Cult again this week?" Sam whimpered.
"Driver picks the music and shotgun shuts his salad hole." Dean smirked before gunning the engine and tearing off onto the highway. They had gotten several miles down the road and through the best of Metallica twice and Sam was beginning to wonder exactly what kind of stop Dean wanted to make. When they came across a convenience store pulled into lot and shut off the car.

"We just got food and the tank is full." Sam commented glancing at the dash.

"I gotta pick up some stuff, okay?"

"No, you're acting funny and it's making me nervous." Sam admitted fixing Dean with a searching stare.

"I'm out of condoms."

"You plan on getting lucky, tonight?" Sam asked snarkilly.

"My luck has always been better than yours so you never know." Dean responded with equal ire before closing the door and walking towards the store. Usually the older hunters comment about his sex life would have sent Sam into a brooding funk but Dean's unusual behavior was really putting him on guard. His brother was acting just like he had during the prank wars. Sam wasn't sure he could endure another round of practical jokes…especially not after he had an allergic reaction to Dean's itching powder. Not long after Dean returned with a white plastic bag hanging full. Sam tried to see what was in the bag but Dean stuffed it into the trunk before he slid into the driver's seat.

"That was a lot of condoms."

"I plan to get really lucky." Dean murmured not bothering to even smirk. Sam felt a chill of anxiety trickle down his spine. The car lapsed into silence as Dean drove quietly and dread began to fill Sammy. Neither spoke a word during the intervening miles between the hotel and the convenience store. Sam could not imagine what horrors awaited for him in that sack. By the time they pulled into the hotel the younger Winchester had decided not to fight back this time, no matter what Dean did he would not respond…then maybe Dean would stop he ended up with hives in his boxers. Sammy sat in the car while Dean went into the hotel office a room. He seriously considered checking his brother's duffle so he would be forewarned but Dean took the keys with him. Sam was beginning to very nervous and was squirming in his seat; he could almost feel the itching powder irritating his skin. Dean returned and unlocked the hotel room door. Sam's attention was drawn instantly to the single king sized bed.

"Dude, what the hell?" Sam asked turning towards his brother.

"They only had the single room left; we can double up for one night." Sam's anxiety ratcheted up another notch at the thought of sleeping in the same bed as the small, wiry trickster king. What unspeakable acts of trickery would Dean be able to unleash upon him during the night if they were forced to share a bed?

"What's the matter, Sammy? You look like a chicken in KFC," Dean inquired searching his brother's features. The tall kid's eyes followed him closely as he moved about the room and his face was pale and drawn tight. Sammy merely shook his head and began unpacking what he would need for the stay, he didn't want Dean to know he was afraid, if his older brother scented fear Dean would worry at it like a dog with a bone. After Dean finished unpacking he stretched out on the bed rereading John's journal once again whilst Sammy sat at the table with his laptop. Dean read but also watched the younger man over the top of the leather bound notebook. After nearly an hour Sam's shoulders finally unclenched and smoothed and the tension that suffused the young man ebbed away. Seeing the rigidity flow from his brother Dean walked over to his duffle and pulled out the white plastic bag. By the time Dean returned to the bed he saw that Sam's shoulders had stiffened once more and his eyes were still pointed at the screen but all his attention was on his brother. Dean was slightly annoyed but had to fight back a chuckle. It irritated him that the kid knew him so well as to fear the bag but amused that he could be brought to utter terror by the unknown contents of a shopping sack. Dean never moved his gaze from Sammy's face as he drew a bag of MnMs from the sack.

At the sight of small yellow bag Sam's trepidation shifted to annoyance. He had feared the threat of another prank war and Dean had simply bought ten bucks worth of candy to torture him with. Dean watched with detached interest as his brother's shoulders relaxed then reclenched before finally settling. When Sam returned his whole attention to the lap top Dean began biting through the candy like a steal trap making sure each piece mad a satisfying crunch as it was ground between his molars. Sam flinched ever so slightly with each bite but still refused to acknowledge his brother's existence much less that of the candy. Seeing this Dean strengthened his resolves and began making small moans of pleasure as he chewed each bite. He finished the entire bag of MnMs and his brother still sat stoically. With a small frown of frustration Dean pulled a bag of gummy worms from the bag and tore them open. Sam had always been particularly fond of gummy candy, worms in particular, so he couldn't quite help watching from the corner of his eye. Dean barely managed to suppress a smirk when he caught the small swivel in Sam's eye meaning he finally had the kid's attention. He had merely been popping the worms into his mouth and chewing them but his new found audience Dean Winchester's exhibitionist side kicked in and he began sucking the worms between his lips slowly like spaghetti noodles. The display caused Sam to cock his head slightly towards the bed, spurred on to greater heights Dean pulled the next worm from his mouth and sucked it in twice causing the lucky candy to slide between his full lips five times. Finally Sam turned in his seat facing the bed. The animalistic hunger that glinted in his eyes should have warned Dean he had gone too far but the feeling of triumph that well up within him left no room for second thoughts or caution.

"Want some candy little boy?" He asked villainously proffering the half eaten bag of gummies to his brother. Sam sprang from the chair and Dean barely managed to stifle a very unmanly squeak as Sammy pinned him to the bed by his shoulders.

"Sammy…"He managed to gasp before his brother's lips smashed into his. Shock overtook him and he did not resist as his little brother's tongue snaked its way into his mouth. Sam moaned as he swirled his tongue around Dean's mouth the long un-tasted tang of sugar bursting across his taste buds. For many years he had been able to resist the twin temptations of candy and his big brother's sensuously pouting lips but in true Dean style he had found a way to mate the two and burn away Sammy's last resolve. The kiss lasted for what seemed like an eternity and a mere instant before Dean began to fight against the pinning hand and penetrating tongue. Finally Sam rocked back releasing Dean's lips but not his shoulders.

"What the hell?" Dean bellowed accusingly his lips bruised candy apple red and swollen from the ferocity of the kiss.

"You shouldn't have done it, Dean. I been so good for so many years. I told myself that candy couldn't taste that good and that your lips couldn't be that soft. But you ran so much candy over those lips that I couldn't help myself…and candy is that good and you're lips are that soft." Sam finished before swooping in for another swift but searing kiss.

"Stop that!" Dean shouted struggling to free himself. "We are brothers and brothers don't do that kind of thing, Sammy, you need help."

"I don't care who you are, Dean, I want you and I can feel how much you want me." Sammy growled thrusting his hips against the hardening in Dean's jeans. Dean gasped as thrumming pleasure shot through his groin.

"Please, Sammy, let me up. We can't do this, it's wrong." Dean begged half heartedly.

"Does it feel wrong, Dean?" Sammy asked grinding their throbbing cocks together once again. Dean was unable to control himself and bucked up against his brother with a short, strangled shout.

"I have a worm you can suck on, Dean. I want to see it sliding between those beautiful, full, cock sucking lips of yours." Sammy growled punctuating the last five words with thrusts of his hips. The barrage of pleasurable waves shot from Dean's groin to his brain scrambling it beyond all reason so that he could only muster a small loose nod in response. Seeing the ascension no matter how small and dreamily given Sam released Dean's shoulders and unbuttoned his jeans. A thousand different thoughts ran through Dean's mind as Sammy struggled impatiently with the confining clothes but they all fled before the wave of anticipation and lust that flowed over him as the denim fell away and Sammy's manhood sprang out weeping for joy.

"You always I need to get laid." Sammy murmured huskily as positioned himself over Dean's chest and waved his swollen dick playfully and enticingly under his brother's nose. Dean was too far gone, too caught up in the raging lust that crept over him, to argue against this infallible logic so he opened his mouth and ran his tongue gingerly over the seeping head of Sammy's cock. He had never had much experience with men, nothing more than a drunken slap and tickle in high school, but the warm, stiff, silky flesh felt so good…so natural rolling between his lips and over his tongue. He couldn't help but wonder at the beautiful blessed out look that took hold of Sammy's face. It didn't matter who the man was kneeling over him, shared blood was no issue, the new ability to bring such peace to his little brother's all too often worry creased face made Dean happy…happy and hard.

Dean could not help but smile a little around the silken length as is glided between his lips. Sam reached down and ran his large hands through the gelled spikes of Dean's hair who responded by tugging at Sammy's jeans and allowing his fingers to roam over the firm globes of the younger man's ass.

"I can't last anymore." Sam moaned causing Dean to redouble his efforts, he was soon rewarded as Sam went stiff with a moan, his face with utterly slack, and his eyes blind as geysers of scalding, sticky, salty com rocketed into Dean's waiting throat. Sam sighed dreamily and rolled sideways off Dean's chest lying spent. Dean lay shocked and amazed as he rolled the seed around on his tongue. He could never have imagine something that seemed so wrong could be so wonderful. He rolled on his side and smiled to see his brothers face locked in that mask of sluggish joy.

"I've never seen you look so happy." Dean murmured stroking a fingertip over his brother's lips.

"I've wanted this so longer," Sammy replied his voice sounding thick and far away. "I love you, Dean."

"I love you too, Sammy baby." Dean replied dropping a small chaste kiss on those prone lips. "Sammy?"

"Yeah, Dean?"

"It's my turn." He growled rolling on top of the longer man pressing his over sensitive cock between their bodies.

"I want you in me, Dean." Sam moaned writhing from the too sharp pleasure rocketing through him. Dean was all too willing to comply and stood to strip. He stood naked by the bed and Sam drank in the sight his eyes smoldering with languid hunger. Dean bent down and tugged off the younger man's shirt his eyes hungrily devouring each new inch of tawny flesh revealed. Sam's jeans and boxers were already pooled around his knees; Dean pulled them away leaving his brother lying so large and so boneless on the bed. Dean took in the sight of the large man committing each curve and dip to memory. Satisfied that he would be able to remember each smooth, hard plane of Sammy's body Dean went to the foot of the bed and began to crawl up dropping kisses and nips from Sam's ankles to his inner thighs before raising up on his knees and lifting his brother's legs to his shoulders.

"Take it slow."

"You're a virgin?"

"It could only be you, Dean. No one else was good enough." Dean nodded proferring his fingers to his brother. Sammy sucked on three of them coating each with moisture. Once the fingers were well covered Dean withdrew them. He took his index finger and made small circles around the tight pink rosebud making Sammy squirm as the slick finger caused the circle of nerves to spark.

"Please, Dean." He begged, Dean stopped the slow torturous ministrations and began to slowly, gently push against the tight ring of muscles biting back a moan as they clenched so tightly around his finger. He gingerly worked the finger in and out hooking it so that its tip caressed the bundle of nerves nestled inside Sammy's tight satin tunnel. As Dean's finger massaged that little node of pleasure Sam gasped as white hot pleasure flashed through his body and his spent and limp penis flinched against his stomach. As Sam's muscles loosened Dean added his second and third finger.

"Enough, Dean, please I need to feel you." Sammy pleaded bucking against his brother's fingers.

"Are you ready, I don't wanna hurt you?"

"I've waited for this for so long; I couldn't be any more ready." Sam moaned thrusting again seeking the soft and rough caress of Dean's fingers against his prostate. Dean felt warmth creep across his groin and chest at these words of devotion. He had always sought a person who could love him wholly, sought even when he told himself he wasn't. Finding this depth of desire in Sammy made him feel whole and slightly foolish, he had always known Sammy loved him better than anyone else in the world.

Dean pushed into his brother slowly inch by inch watching his face for any sign of pain. At first Sammy winced as he was stretched and Dean stopped but the larger man begged him to continue. He pushed until he was hilt deep completely sheathed in the tight warmth of the man he had ever truly loved. Sam lay on the bet biting back moans as for the first time in his life he felt completely fulfilled. Dean pulled back and began thrusting in a slow rhythm. The crawling pace was torturous even from the start, the way Sammy gripped him so tightly drove him insane.

"Faster, Dean, faster please." Sammy begged bucking his hips to draw more of the throbbing cock in. Dean let go forsaking the rhythm and began pounding away reveling in the sound of his thighs slapping against his brother's ass.

"Oh god, Dean." Sammy shouted coming, spraying glistening droplets of semen up hi chest. Sammy's muscles contracted squeezing down even more tightly on Dean's shaft milking a roaring orgasm from him. Dean shouted and buried himself deap shooting wave after wave of searing semen deep into his brother. Tired and spent he fell forward between Sam's legs, his cock still sheathed and Sammy's pressed once more between them.

"He's the one stop shop, he makes my cherry pop, he's the sweet talkin' sugar coated candy man." Sam laughed hoarsely kissing Dean on the neck.

"Oh, we are so going to hell." Dean chuckled.