Dean and Sam pulled up to a local 24 hour convenience store. Dean anxiously got out of the car and entered the store, while Sam was busy checking over their list. Sam exited the car and started towards the store. Once he was inside, he went straight for the spices. Dean had already stuffed an entire candy bar into his mouth and was now following Sam.

"Don't you find it weird that a normal store has exactly what we need?" Dean asked, stumbling over his words trying to swallow.

"Don't question it." Sam snapped back. He was quickly putting items into his hand basket, trying to get this over with as soon as possible.

"Hey, I got some whipped cream." Dean happily added, "I remember you talking about it yesterday."

Sam spun around to look at Dean and his face turned impossibly red. Memories of the fantasy he had involving the whipped cream surging back to him. "PUT THAT AWAY!" he yelled with a little more enthusiasm than he wanted.

"I could come up with several things to do with this," teased Dean. He pretended to spray it all over his body while attempting to pose. "What do you say big boy?"

Sam nearly fell over from the display his brother was putting on. The look on his brothers face was to much for him. He leaned in and captured Dean's lips in a kiss, noting that Dean had shaved. Dean was busy dancing and acting sexy that it took him a moment to realize someone was kissing him. Dean opened his eyes and let out a deadly yell.

"WHAT THE FUCK!?" Dean hollered. Sam stepped back, realizing what he had just done. He kept thinking he would wake up any second, but each second he waited just proved how awake he really was. Dean's expression had changed from anger to confusion.

"Uhm, I'll be waiting in the-the-the car." Dean struggled for his words and spun around to exit the store, but knocked a few items off the shelf. He bent over to pick them up, but changed his mind and quickly left the store.

Once Dean was outside, Sam decided to take his time getting the rest of the items on his list. The more time he gave Dean, the better, or so he hoped. 'I can't believe I actually kissed him.' he thought as he reached out to grab a package of salt. 'I wish that black dog would kill me.'

He finished his shopping and paid the clerk who eyed him suspiciously. Turning towards the exit, he inhaled deeply. 'I can't put it off any longer.' He took his first step and exhaled, then continued towards the car and his now scarred brother.

Dean was outside, leaning against the black hood of the Impala. Sam took one look at his brothers face, but couldn't read the expression. It was as if Dean had completely shut himself down. He didn't blame him for it either.

"Hey, Dean," Sam began slowly, "I, I just, I-"

"Don't say anything." Dean replied without a hint of emotion. "Get in the car."

"Right." Sam was hurt. He didn't expect a warm welcome, but somehow felt like his brother wouldn't hold it against him.

The ten minute ride back to the motel seemed like the longest trip of his life, and he had gone from New York to California. He would occasionally look at Dean and try to say something, but would be torn apart by Dean's emotionless expression. Dean was withdrawing his entire self from him, or so it seemed, and there was nothing he could do about it.

Once they made it back to the motel, Dean rushed to the bathroom and locked the door. Sam decided not to question him, and started setting up the salt pentagram. It didn't take him long to finish his creation. 'Damn I'm good at making these. They always look perfect!' Once he was finished, he reached into the bag and started to pull the ingredients out one by one. 'I wonder if Dean is alright. No, I can't think about him right now. I have to put everything I have into this, I can't let this get between the hunt.' He finished creating everything, and all that was left was to recite the words. He shakily stood up and made his way to the bathroom door.

"Dean," Sam questioned, "everything is ready."

He knocked on the bathroom door, but there was no reply.

"I'm sorry, Dean." Sam started and knocked on the door one more time. "I can explain, but you have to come out."

Sam waited a few more minutes before saying, "Jerk." hoping for his brothers usual reply of, "Bitch." He waited, but no reply came. He turned slowly, ready to give up when the door unlocked and Dean slowly exited.

"Bitch," Dean softly added.

All Sam could do for the moment was smile. "I'm glad you decided to give me another chance. You have no ide-"

"Don't start." Dean interrupted before closing the distance between them. Dean put his left arm on Sam's shoulder. "I really don't want to know."

Sam understood why his brother didn't want to know. It wasn't every day that you had to deal with your own brother kissing you. His mind went back to the moment, and his stomach started to knot. 'I really fucked up this time. How am I ever going to be able to work with--'

Sam's thoughts were interrupted by Deans lips connecting with his own. Before he knew what was happening he was kissing him back. Dean moved his arm around to the small of Sam's back and pulled him closer. Sam made a small squeaking noise which only made an opportunity for Dean's tongue to move in.

Sam's arms wrapped around Dean's neck and eagerly battled Dean's tongue with his own. Sam took every second to explore Dean's mouth. Wanting to know every single detail about it, before he needed to break away to breathe.

"Holy shit," Sam said with full lips, resting his forehead against Deans. Dean was breathing heavily, trying franticly to regain composure before diving in again.

"I've wanted this... so long." Dean explained, nipping at Sam's neck. Sam groaned and tightened his embrace around Dean's neck, only fueling Dean's need.

"Wanted... This... Too..." was all Sam could get out before capturing Dean's lips in another deep kiss. Their tongues battled for what seemed like forever, but not long enough. Sam could feel Dean's erection poking him through their jeans, noting just how hot he made his brother.

Dean reached towards Sam's belt with his free hand and started to push his shirt up, running his hands up Sam's stomach. 'We have a hunt to finish.' It didn't take long for Dean to get Sam's shirt off, revealing his toned abs and strong arms. 'We have work to do.' Sam reached down to return the favor, pushing his hands up Dean's shirt, feeling his muscles ripple with each movement. 'People could die while we are bumping uglies. Get your priorities in order.' He pulled the rest of Dean's shirt off, breaking their kiss for but a second.

"Oh, Jesus Christ." Sam swore, the lack of contact allowing his mind to register that they had work to do. "We can't do this right now. We need to finish the ritual."

With that, Sam broke apart from a less than willing Dean, and started to search for his shirt. He found Dean's and threw it to him. "Put it on, or I'm sure we won't get very much done."

Dean started to pout before reluctantly putting his shirt back on. "I think we would get more done with them off."

Sam started to recite the chant, while Dean sat at the table watching. "Nik alta recemta leorda nasata." Dean chuckled, he could never get through one of these without at least a grin. Sam shot him a glare before finishing the chant.

They waited a couple of minutes before Dean broke the silence, "I don't think it worke-" A blue flame suddenly started to incinerate all the ingredients, leaving the carpet a little less than what it was. The flames gave off a noise similar that of a fog horn, deafening the brothers. Dean became enthralled by the brilliant blue flames burning up the ingredients before shouting, "Never mind. Man that stuff smells."

"We have to hurry, the black dog will only remain visible for a short time." Sam shouted over the dying flames. Dean grabbed his coat and they started out the door and jumped into the Impala. Dean threw the car in reverse and pulled out of the motel parking lot. They drove down the road with REO Speedwagon's Back on the Road Again blasting in their ears.

"Do you have any ideas on where to look?" Sam asked., turning the music down so he could be heard.

"No, but its a big black dog. I'm sure it won't be that hard to spot." Dean smirked. He then turned to Sam and punched him for touching the stereo. "So how do we kill this son-of-a-bitch?"

"The website said that a silver bullet should do the trick." Sam answered matter-o-factly, and rubbing his shoulder where Dean had punched him.

"Should?" Dean's smile turned into concern, "No Sam, I need a sure way to kill it."

"The website seemed pretty accurate so far, so we'll just have to trust it." Sam tried to explain, still nursing his injured shoulder.

Once Sam finished nursing his arm, he crawled into the backseat, and through a secret compartment, was able to get to their lockbox of weapons. He grabbed two revolvers and the box of silver bullets. Climbing back into the front seat, he began to load the revolvers clips with the black dogs death sentences.

"So, are we going to talk about what happened?" asked Sam, fighting a rogue bullet into the clip.

"Can this wait?" Dean retorted, "We have other things to worry about."

"I just figured we could explain our sides of the story while we search," Sam explained, feeling a little hurt. 'It's my fault we're in this to begin with. Try to stay focused on the job.' Damn his thoughts. He wasn't going to let them sidetrack him this time. He wanted to know Dean's side of the story. "It's almost morning, so the search will be easier in the daylight. I just wanted to know when you-"

"Ever since you came back." Dean answered, making a left turn onto a back road. "Ever since I made that deal with the demon and saw you sit up on the table. Right then I knew that I wanted to be there for you, more than ever."

Sam was struck by his brothers sincerity. 'That would explain the awkwardness between us lately. Why Dean always seemed to withdraw when we fought.' "You're gonna laugh, but I've been daydreaming about you since yesterday." Sam confessed.

"I figured as much, You spent ten minutes staring at my ass in the library" Dean grinned, "and that thing with the whipped cream? Must have been pretty hot to get a kiss out of it."

"Don't even start with that" Sam blushed, "But what about all those girls you've been with since you decided to live your life a little more wild?"

"Not so hard when I pictured your face on them." Dean explained, "I figured that I would probably never have the real thing, so I'd have to make due with what I could get."

"Pervert." Sam answered with a laugh.

Dean drove slowly around the town, glancing at the clock. It was 6:25, the sun was just rising. It gave enough light to see out the windows without the aid of the headlights. It was a little foggy, but would most likely clear within the next half hour.

"Damnit." Dean swore, subconsciously tapping the steering wheel with his thumb to the beat of Back in Black. "This is like trying to find a needle in a haystack."

He threw the car into park and wrestled himself out of the car, needing the fresh air and a chance to stretch his legs. He scratched the back of his neck before turning his attention to Sam.

Sam was falling asleep in the front seat. He hadn't slept in a few days, his thoughts keeping him up. This was no exception. He finally noticed how beat up his body was from the lack of sleep. He lethargically opened his door, notably slowing down. Dean noticed how exhausted his brother really was. 'This is going to be one hell of a morning.'

Dean noticed movement out of the corner of his eye and spun around, gun in hand to see a squirrel franticly searching for breakfast. He let out a relieved sigh.

"You're on edge," Sam noted.

"Better safe than dead." Dean grinned. "Lets take another round. I'm guessing that ritual will only last about one more hour."

"About that long." Sam confirmed sleepily, before climbing back into the passengers seat. Dean climbed back in and drove down the street. 'I need to stay focused. Come on Sam.'

Dean pulled up to a nearby park, checking the time one last time. It was 7:15. They had less than ten minutes left to wrap this hunt up. He turned his lights off and climbed out of the Impala, looking off in the distance for any movement.

That's when it hit him, like a brick wall. Dean fell to the ground, loosing the grip on his gun, as a massive five foot dog bore down on him. "SAM!" Dean shouted, trying desperately to push the creature off. The creatures claws dug into his chest, tearing his shirt open. Long bloody stripes appeared across his chest where the dog's paws had been. It's big black eyes looking right into Dean's soul.

Sam, lost in thought, was shocked back to reality by his brothers scream. He turned to see the giant midnight black dog ripping at his brothers flesh. "Oh shit," Sam stumbled out of the car, searching for his revolver. 'Where is my gun? Oh god, where the hell is my gun?'

The dog had bit into Dean's shoulder, as Dean let out a bloody scream. Sam dug through the piles of fast food wrappers and cassette tapes searching for the only weapon that would save his brother. He glanced quickly at his bloody brother fighting desperately with the enormous beast. 'What was that?' He saw a metallic shine out of the corner of his eye, and turned to see his brother's gun lying off to the side. He glanced at the dog ripping at Dean's chest with its front claws. 'You have to get to that gun.'

Sam made a run towards the gun, but the black dog caught on. It made a rush for Sam, leaving a bloody motionless Dean on the ground. Sam reached the gun but was tackled by the giant animal. He wrestled with the creature, it's strength overpowering his own. 'Dean, I can't let him die.' He looked at Dean, who lay motionless on the road, before grasping the hilt of his gun and pushing it against the dog's chest. He closed his eyes before pulling the trigger. The dog seemed to sense the power shift and moved to free itself. The ringing blast of the shot echoed through the morning sky, followed by fierce growling.

'Dean?'


A/N: This chapter took a darker turn, but I'll make it up in the next chapter! Next chapter with have some pretty heated stuff, so beware. Comments are always appreciated!