Title: Mother-of-All Mistakes (part 2)

Summary: Dean and Sam are in California after a hunt and a sexual wave for each other washes over them and they enjoy some mishaps and guilt. Wincest!

Pairing: Dean/Sam

Rated: M just to be safe because the SCENE is a little involved (: also some swearing. This is WINCEST if you don't like don't read because it has nothing to do with the actors just the TV series

Disclaimer: Characters owned by the writers of Supernatural(Eric Kripke and Bob Singer), Plot owned my me. I guess there is a SPOILER about the Mother-of-All involvement, but I made of the powers, of her creating the emotions and being able to make objects disappear, up.

"Well I was sorta hoping that it had a radio, at least." Dean yelled behind him to Sam who was clutching onto his brother for dear life.

"Well, that would've been friggin' amazing," Sam yelled back sarcastically, "why the hell am I sitting in the back?"

"Because we played Rock-Paper-Scissors."

"But I won," Sam shouted.

"We played a different version today." Sam slapped Dean's stomach.

"Easy, there," Dean said intentionally swerving to make his brother's stomach lurch and then got themselves back on track.

"We need a GPS!"

"Great, the only thing worse about this situation is having you tell me what to do, you're like my wife."

"Jerk," Sam muttered into Dean's back, he was seriously getting sick of the wind in his face, that if he let go he'd fall to his death and that this motorcycle scared the shit out of him. Dean was obviously enjoying himself because he got to drive it by a rigged game that they played.

Deciding who gets to drive:

"Rock-Paper-Scissors Shoot," they said in unison and showed their weapon of choice.

"Dean," Sam smiled, "You and your scissors."

"What?" Dean yelled looking at his brother who had thrown rock. "Best two out of three." And the same thing happened. Sam threw rock and Dean threw scissors.

"Looks like I'm driving."

"Bitch, no, you have no idea how to drive a motorcycle, did you want to get to Bobby's house alive and not in pieces?"

"You know as well as I do."

"I've driven one before?"

"What," Sam said, "When, Dad didn't let us?"

"Dad was on a hunt when you were in college, he left me at Bobby's and I noticed he had a motorcycle so I asked if I could fix it up."

Sam thought about it for a second, "that's a lie."

"So, I'm older," Sam opened his mouth but Dean had already climbed onto of the motorcycle and revved the engine. He tossed Sam the extra helmet. "Let's go, bitch."

"…Fine." Dean smirked and Sam climbed on after and wrapped his arms around Dean's torso.

Present…

"I'm hungry," Dean shouted.

"What? No way, we are not stopping for food."

"I'm the driver."

"Yeah, but I won!"

"You whine like a girl," Dean laughed and Sam wanted with all his might to toss Dean off of this motorcycle and drive the rest of the way to Bobby's house without looking back. "Oh look," Dean broke Sam's day dream, "there's a restaurant up ahead."

"Oh, goodie," he said sarcastically and they pulled into the lot and Dean parked the motorcycle in an empty spot at the side of the diner. Sam got up, his legs were shaking and he held onto a nearby bike rack for support, Dean laughed at him and then they walked inside.

It was a normal lunch, a flirty college girl with long hair served them and took every chance to hit on Dean who played along and winked at her a few times. The girl blushed then set down their lunch. She asked if they needed anything and then passed Dean her phone number on a slip of paper and walked away.

"This is godly," Dean moaned as he bit into his bacon cheese burger.

"You're disgusting," Sam groaned, his stomach making another twist as he watched his brother eat his sandwich. He swirled his salad around on his plate and then looked out the window. The sky was an orangish color, it was really strange. There were huge lights that were 100 feet in the sky and they were shining down on the parking lot.

Then, the lights in the diner went out.

"Dean?"

"What," he asked as if nothing had happened, but then huge spotlights shown through the window and lit up the dark room. The restaurant soon erupted into a fit of cheers and excitement as the door burst open and strange people piled in holding a boom box.

"The-" Dean began but the sound of the music cut off the rest of his sentence and the diner was quickly overcome with circus performers.

"What is that," Sam shouted in a shocked tone, and then the sides of the building fell outward to present a huge and life size carnival swarmed with people. The customers in the diner ran out excited and anxious. Sam and Dean seedily got up and looked at their surroundings.

"Dude-"

"I know…" Sam finished and they stared in 'awe' at this creation.

"Well," Dean clapped his hands together, "let's go play some games!"

"Dude!"

"Come on, live a little, Dad never took us to these types of things. Since we are already here we might as well!"

"How old are you?"

"Come on, man."

"Dean, whatever she is planning it's not going to be good. She's changed our feelings, the Impala, our location, seriously, what next?"

"Jesus, Sam, you know better than to ask that question." Sam rolled his eyes.

"If we hadn't fucking messed with her."

"And whose fault was that, huh?"

"Both of ours," Sam snapped, "don't you dare try to blame this mess on me!" the lights flashed all around them and children with their parents ran around trying to hit every single game they could.

"I wasn't, did that seem like what I was doing because it wasn't. Why don't you just friggin' relax?"

"Blow me," Sam snapped and turned to walk in the opposite direction.

"Yeah, great friggin' idea, Sammy. Friggin' desert me so then we both get transported somewhere else."

"I just need to think," he stopped and turned around, "this is really insane, Dean, even for us and you want to play carnival games? Do you even understand the situation we are in right now? We are stuck in Eve's friggin' game, we have no way of getting out and you want to go and play carnival games."

"That's it," Dean said, "we need too play along; we need to follow what she's doing to us." Dean walked forward to Sam, "everything, everything she has done: the feelings, the Impala, the Carnival. They are getting bigger and it's as if she is leading us somewhere."

"I can't seem to figure out your theory?"

"She wants us to be confused-"

"Obviously," Sam interrupted.

"-but we can one up it and find her before she can find us."

"Ok, tell me your plan."

A/N: I hope you enjoy the twist, there will be one more part to go (: comments are welcome :)