It took less than an hour for Sam to find him. Typical beer joint - too much smoke, too many people, music too goddamned loud - typical Dean joint.

Glowering, Sam watched as his brother leaned over the honey-blonde young woman sitting at the bar, white teeth flashing in a wide grin, green eyes teasing. His eyes darkened as Dean's strong hand cupped the girl's chin, soft lips teased her mouth, and hard, muscled body crowded in, wrapped around her.

Sam started across the room toward them, six -foot-four of pissed-off Winchester, weaving quickly in and out of the crowd, not seeing anything but the pair at the bar. Seeing the look on his face, people started to move out of his way, and by the time he reached his brother, most of the room was watching.

Honey-Blonde smiled at Sam when he joined them. Sam smiled back at her, but it wasn't a nice smile, not at all, and she turned a little pale, and looked at Dean questioningly.

Dean glanced over at him casually. "Hey, Sammy, what's up?"

Growling, Sam jerked his brother roughly away from Honey-Blonde, pulled him in close and covered his mouth with his own. He sent his tongue in - no scouting mission, a full-out invasion, assaulting, conquering, raping.

There was dead silence in the room. Sam pulled out of Dean's mouth, leaving him gasping, and looked at Honey-Blonde, who was wide-eyed and gaping incredulously.

"Piss off," Sam said succinctly.

She turned and fled, not even waiting until she was out of the bar to burst into tears, which was fine with Sam. He patted Dean's hip possessively and turned to the slack-jawed bartender.

"Beer."

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