*SAM'S POV*
I heard the Impala roar and fade into the distance. What the hell? I put on my pants and realized that I was hard. Did I think of Dean that way? I shook my head. No. No way in hell that I felt that way. But did I? He had been with me my whole life and I would die for him in an instant. But did I really want him like that? I shook the thought out of my mind and grabbed my jacket. I needed to find Dean before he did anything stupid.
I was walking down the main drag when I saw Baby outside of one of the bars. I walked in and saw that there were no women here. A guy walked up to me. He had on leather skinny jeans and a bright red shirt on.
"Hey there hotty," he slurred. He petted my shoulder and I wiped him off.
"Hi. What is this place?" I asked. He just looked at me.
"Honey, you in a gay bar!" He slurred again.
"Um…a what?"
"You in a gay bar darling. You ain't gay?" I shook my head. "Damn. All the cute ones are straight. Except for that hotty over there." He pointed at Dean in the corner.
"Yeah. Thanks," I said. I walked to Dean to find him slobbering all over some guy. "Dean." He didn't move. "Dean!" I said again louder. He looked up and that's when I saw the other guy's face. He looked like me. He had semi long hair, green eyes, and was a lengthy build.
"Hiya, Sammy! What're you doing here?" Dean said. I could barely understand what he said and I could smell the alcohol on his breath.
"I came looking for you. We need to go," I said. I pulled him off of the guy.
"Sammy come on! Join the fun! This is Mark by the way. He's pretty hot right?" Dean looked at me and I could see in his eyes he was trying to read whether or not I was jealous.
"No, Dean. I'm not joining any party. We have to go. Ellen called wondering where we are. Said there was an emergency."
"Son of a bitch! We're late." Dean grabbed his jacket and began to stumble outside. He pulled the keys out of his pocket and dropped them. I swiped them up before he could.
"I'm driving."
"Sam, are you mad?" He looked at me with a crooked grin.
"You could've told me Ellen was expecting us and I wouldn't have let you leave the motel."
"Oh, come on. You know what I'm talking about. Are you mad I was with Mark? Are you jealous?" He walked around the car and leaned against the top.
"Just get in the car, Dean." I opened the door and sat down. I slammed it behind me and looked to the passenger side. Dean's bulge was right in my line of view. I rubbed my hands on my legs trying to control myself. There's no way I was jealous, right? Reluctantly, Dean got in the car.
"Sam, you seem mad. I don't like it when you're mad. I'm the mad one not you."
"I'm not mad, Dean," I replied. I stuck the keys in the ignition and started her up.
"Well then why are you so moody? Ah Sam. Is it your time of the month?" I couldn't help but crack a smile. I leaned over and locked lips with Dean. He was hammered so I knew he wouldn't remembered. At least I prayed he wouldn't. He was taken aback at first but then he began to get into it too. I was holding his face in my hands as he wrapped one of his around my waist. A small groan escaped his lips and entered mine. I took that as an opportunity to move my tongue into his mouth. He took one of his hands and put in on my bulge outside of my pants. I let out a moan as he began to rub. I put my hands on his thigh and began to trail kisses down his neck. He let out a groan and started to breathe harder. I unbuttoned his jeans and he unbuttoned mine. I slipped my hand around his shaft and began to massage. He shuddered under me. I began to move faster while he was gripping me tightly. He put his head back with a loud groan.
"Shit, Sam!" Dean said. I could tell he was close. I worked faster and grabbed his head with my free hand. I moved my lips against his and he kept moaning into my mouth. We were both breathing harder and I knew I was close too. I moved my hand as fast as I could and he began to tense up. Right before he went, I leaned over and closed my mouth around the head. He squirted into my mouth and the warm cream ran along my tongue. I came back up and looked at him. I smiled and made a big deal about swallowing.
"Sammy, that was amazing," Dean said. He leaned in and kissed me. He pushed me up against the seat and started to climb on top of me.
"Dean, no. Not here. Not like this," I said. He kissed me again and pushed me back against the seat. He moaned into my mouth and started to tongue fuck my mouth. I got hard again.
"No, Sammy," he said. "It's your turn now." He kissed me again. "And I've got some ideas in mind." He pushed me back and leaned over and grabbed the lever on the side of the seat. He leaned the seat back and grinded his ass on my bulge.
"But Dean," He covered my mouth with his. "There's too many people. I just want this to be done right." Did I? I could tell that I wanted this more than anything. I wanted Dean inside me but was I really being rational? He's drunk and won't remember this in the morning. I'll know every detail of what is happening. Dean unlocked his lips from mine.
"Sammy, we can go back to the motel. It's ok. Don't be mad at me little boy," Dean said. He jumped off to the passenger seat. I grabbed the lever and pulled the seat back upright. I gunned the engine and tore off into the night to the motel.
