A/N: This my first err…Wincest Fic. Please enjoy…and review, so I know whether or not to continue on!

SOMETHING NEW

Dean groaned low in his throat as Sam swallowed what seemed to be his entire dick down his throat. Sam chuckled softly, and the vibrations made the feeling of his hot, wet mouth on his brother's cock all the more intense.

In the back of his mind Dean knew this was not the time or the place for this, and that they had work to do, but it had been over a week since he'd had a moment alone with his brother. When they weren't investigating leads, they were holed up in the library, and when they weren't in the library, they were with Bobby.

Now don't get him wrong, Dean loved Bobby like a father, and he loved his job as much as his father, Poppa Winchester, had before him, God rest his soul…he just loved his alone time with his Sammy even more than both things combined.

He absentmindedly stroked a hand through his brother's shaggy auburn locks, as his head continued to bob up and down on his cock. He ended up having to shove a fist in his mouth to keep from crying out when Sam started humming.

"Sammy…"

Hmmm? Sam's brown, puppy dog eyes gazed up at him from his place on his knees.

Dean grit his teeth to keep himself from tettering over the edge.

"We—" he hissed when Sam released him long enough to blow a cool stream of air on his spit-slicked member.

"—Should probably groan finish this later."

Sam's swollen lips released him once more, and it was all Dean could do to keep himself from hauling his little brother to his feet and slamming him against the wall of the rickety bathroom stall.

"What?"

"Bobby." Dean forced himself to say, when all he really wanted was his brother's mouth back on his aching cock. "Can't leave Bobby."

"Mmm…not even for this?" Sam grasped Dean's thick member with his calloused hand and gently caressed the tip, before his tongue began doing the same.

"Nngghh…!"

Dean, overcome by the sensations of Sam's hand and tongue, could only prop himself up against the bathroom wall in a fleeting attempt to stay upright.

"Mmmnn…Sam. God yes!"

Sam smiled as he ran his tongue up Dean's shaft before sucking roughly on the tip. "You like that, big brother?"

"Fuck!" Dean hissed as he fisted a hand in his brother's hair.

He licked his lips and placed a soft kiss on his older brother's throbbing erection.

"Doin' a good job?" He mumbled as he nuzzled the dark blonde curls at the base of Dean's member.

"Hell yeah, baby boy."

"And Bobby?" Sam whispered through hooded eyes before grazing his lips against Dean's balls.

" Forget Bobby."

...

Bobby sighed as he watched Sam work his 'mojo' with their latest witness. He grunted something unintelligible to nobody in particular as he took another gulp of his beer.

And then another.

And another.

He watched with curious, hooded eyes as their witness rested a coy hand on Sam's knee. The offending hand paused, before continuing its journey up to rest high on Sam's thigh.

Sam didn't even bat an eyelash.

And Bobby took another, even bigger gulp, draining the contents of his beer before casting a sidelong glance at Dean, who seemed to be even more uncomfortable than he was.

"That, uh, happen to you boys often?" He nodded almost imperceptibly toward Dean's brother and their witness.

"More often than we'd like." Dean grumbled darkly, taking a final swig of his beer.

"You'd better slow down boy, or your brother and I are gonna be carryin' you outta here."

Dean managed to drag his gaze away from his brother's table long enough to glower at the one man loved nearly as much as his own father.

"You do yours the way you like it, and I'll do mine."

He sighed again. "Just don't want anyone to take advantage of you, boy."

The only response he got from Dean was a single quirk of his eyebrow.

The two men lapsed once again into a strained silence.

...

Five Minutes Later

...

"He sure is handlin' that guy awfully well. Better than you are anyway."

"Good for him."

"I mean if I were Sam and he was…eh, flirtin with me like that, in a crowded bar like this…probably would have shoved that fruity little drink a'his up his ass."

'Hmph. That's not the only thing that guy would like to have shoved up his ass.'

Dean thought moodily.

"Well, Sam's always been known for 'people' skills."

...

After they had dropped Bobby off at his respective room at the same motel, they had no sooner shut the door to their own room before Sam's phone was wrestled away from him.

"Did you save his number?" Dean demanded darkly.

"Dean!"

"Did-you-save-his-number?" Dean enunciated slowly. "Not a hard question, Sammich."

"It's Sam. Saaaaam. And come on, man…he's a witness!"

"Witness my ass…actually more like 'your ass'."

"Okay Dean…you know that made no sense, right?" He made a quick lunge for his phone.

He missed. By a lot.

"You are completely overreacting!"

See, I don't think I am. It makes sense to me, Samuel. That "witness" of yours looked like he wanted to do tequila shots off your ass, man." He paused and pinned Sam with a patented Winchester glare. "And you know the real kicker? You didn't seem to mind, little brother." Dean flipped open Sam's phone and scrolled through his contacts with deliberate slowness.

"Mmm…here we are." A hard light came into Dean's already jealous eyes. "Tell me, Samuel, are you that hard up for a dick to suck? Sucking my cock not enough for you anymore?"

"Dean…I…you know…I wasn't—Damn it, Dean!" Sam threw up his hands and wished he had something big and heavy…so that he could bash his brother's thick skull with it.

He gave up and resorted back to his original request.

"Give me my phone back you jerk!" He made another grab for his phone and fought back a growl when his brother managed to dance out of the way of his long arms, yet again, and settle himself on the bed.

"Or did you want him to fuck your sweet ass? Or maybe you wanted him to make you get down on your knees and suck him off? Which one? Or was it both?"

"You're one sick fuck, you know that?" Sam ground out through clenched teeth.

He took a moment to ponder Sam's accusation, pursing his lips in classic Dean-like fashion. "Takes one to know one. I guess you'd have to be kinda' sick to be fucking your little brother." Dean crossed his legs and shrugged. "Oh well."

"So how's about we try something new for once Sammy?"

"And what would that be Dean?" Sam grumbled angrily.

"You delete this fucker from your phone…"

He trailed off, knowing Sam would take the bait.

Sam stood there, looking down at his brother who rested just a little too comfortably on one of the cheap motel beds, and seriously thought about whether or not he had the strength to endure one Dean's fits of jealousy. He was tired, his head hurt from the alcohol he'd drank combined with the smoke from the bar, and all he really wanted to do was take a quick shower and fall into bed. And none of those plans included pacifying an angry lover who also just so happened to be his brother.

Dean quirked an eyebrow at his little brother as he playfully tossed Sam's phone in the air and, much to Dean's delight, he finally caved.

"Or what?"

Dean smiled just a little too sweetly.

"Or…I'll pound that tight little ass of yours into the ground."

Sam blinked once, then twice, and felt his lips twitch.

"Uh Dean?" Sam scrubbed a tired hand over his face. "How is that trying something new?"

"Because Sammy," Dean spoke slowly, almost as if he was talking to a confused child, "it's the first time I'm giving you a choice."

"Ah, I see." He paused thoughtfully. "Okay, fun's over Dean! Give. Me. Back. The. Phone."

"Mmm…no."

"Dude!?" Sam cried, suddenly fed up with Dean and the entire situation. "What the hell's your problem? How old are you? Twelve?"

"What's my problem Sammy? Really? Do you really have to ask? I mean come on!"

"Well I'm not deleting his name from my phone until we're done with this job! And you know what, Dean?" Sam went on sarcastically. "As much as it 'pains' you, you're just going to have to deal with it."

"Oh Sammy, Sammy, Sammy." Dean grinned roguishly as he slowly rose from the bed, still grasping the phone. "I'll deal with it."

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