There he was sitting across from me. Ever since I had ordered that Chili dog, I had felt that heat yet again nip at my groin. God this really was going to bug the hell out of me. Sam was wearing his tight hip hugging jeans, which clung so snuggly to his lower half. I averted my eyes from him and tried to focus it on anything else.

I could hear the tinks of the silverware on plates all around me, almost as if my scents were hightened. I had to laugh silently, cause no matter what. That would be cool for me anyhow.

I couldn't help but look over at Sam once more. He was now leaning back into his chair. Those eyes focused on the wrinkled newspaper he had bought earlier.

I felt my eyes slowly start to drink him all in, slipping over every inch of his body. From the way he sat down to his expression. But let's al be truthful here, my eyes were lingering over his groin area. My tongue snaked out of my mouth.

Licking over the dry parched lips. They were dry with passion, but with thirst as well. My eyes were betraying me but I liked it. I moved my hand under the table, digging at the button on my jeans.

I had to stop the pain from the sweltering heat that had ahold of me. I was finding it hard to sit still because of it. I gave a light cough, felt the sweat beading up on me. But luckily it wasn't visible to others.

I watched Sam stand up, I don't even think he noticed me, or focused on that familar expression on my face. I am glad that he wasn't. I gave a small grunt, trying to act innocent in case he decided to look me in the eye.

He bent down, placing his warm mouth against mine and whispered.

' I'll be right back.'

That was fine with me, cause now my mind was again starting to wander. My hand had now removed the button from my jeans and my hand had found it's way into the top of my jeans.

Not enough to touch yet, but in my minds eye I saw Sammy return to the table. Those soft warm fingers of his running down slowly over my own. The heat pushed it's way slowly up my body and onto my face. He took his hand and engulfed it around me.

His thumb caressing the tip of me, those eyes of his filling up with passion. He slowly started to rub me between his fingers, pumping me off. I tilted my head back, gripping ahold of my legs. A soft groan rolled from deep down with in me.

I could feel my eyes begin to flutter. Short sharp gasps rolled from within me as well. I kept my mouth closed tightly, knowing if I let it open then the whole Diner, inclusing my brother would have heard.

I needed this to be anything but a daydream. I really wanted him to touch me this way. But damn it, it was wrong, so damn wrong. I gave a slight shudder, as i felt my body becoming swept up into the daydream. He now climbed onto my lap, hands moving away from me slowly, and sliding up under my shirt.

His hands caressing my muscles, fingers pushing the fabric of my shirt up until you could see my bare chest. Those wett lips and hott tongue pressed against my chest. And it was all I could do, to keep from moaning out loud, as I thought of his probing tongue painting along my chest. And down onto my soft belly.

" Dean! Let's go. We got something we need to go see."

I stopped, my eyes tearing back open as I ran my hand over my face trying to bring back the normal look and not the aroused one. I smirked, trying anything as I stood up from my seat.

I was sure that Sam had not seen my actions while he was away, or I would have seen the uncomfortableness in his expression, but by all the looks, I think I alerted the rest of the customers.

But they didn't matter to me, Sammy did. I followed him out to the car. My hand reaching inside my pants pocket to retrieve the keys. Panic and confusion flickered across my eyes. They were gone, but where the hell did they go.

Then that is when I heard Sam laugh, that smile of his painted so gently across his pink subtle lips. I shook that thought off quick. He was holding my keys, dangling them at me from the tip of his index finger.

But how could that be. He had given them back to me when we ordered our food. Ohh the thought of how he got them raced through my mind. And if he had saw my reactions in the Diner. or not?

I closed my eyes a second as I raced up to him, snatching the keys from his hand. I tried to look annoyed, even angry so he would buy into it. Of course I was a bit mad. But nothing like before, just more at myself.

" Sam! Did you steal these from me."

His laugh was so inticing to me right now, and that smile he threw at me wasn't helping. He had no idea that the simplest things, he did, turned me on.

" Relax Dean. When you got up I took them from your coat pocket."

That's right, I had left the table for a minute.

I unlocked the door and slid in behind the wheel. Sam had already hoped into the passengers seat as I closed my side. His Laptop sat in his lap as usual. I really needed to make him loosen up.

God that was a bad idea.

I pulled out onto the road and my mind returned to the day dream in the Diner. I had to stop this, really needed to bring it under control. I mean what if Dad found out.

I shuttered at the thought of what Dad would do. He would knock the hell out of me that is what. And not only that, but he would also blow a fuse, if you would.

I glanced down at the radio, and quickly, before changing my mind, changed the channel to that country music he loved so much. God I would do anything for him. Even suffer through that.

He never even budged but I did see him smile. And yet again I melted. His expression, as he flipped through the paper, and his laptop, was Brooding as always.

Serious and Brooding, that look alone should have landed him a woman, by now. But then again there was always Sarah! But he stayed to himself, and never even tried until then.

" I got something."

He stated, as he shifted in his seat, turning enough so he could look at me. And god help me, I glanced down at the object of my Lust. The way he sat made it, buldge, if you get my drift. I shot my eyes back up, played it off as nothing.

"Yea Sammy? What is it?"

I turned my attention back to the road every so often. Of course I didn't want to crash. But god he was a good distraction. He placed the paper in his lap, and I was relieved.

" This. That thing we killed before, you remember the Skin Shedder. Well this Demon, is just like it."

I almost slammed on the brakes, cause I remember quite clearly that we killed that son of a bitch.

"Wait, what Sammy?"

He nodded as he turned the paper around for me to see, and I read the Head line.

' Massacre at New Hampshire.'

" You see the people saw this man, Michael Lewis, acting differently. In fact they say he murdered tons of people, but when he was found later on. He was decayed and dried out. Like he had been mummified."

I shook my head, I agreed. This was definetly one of our deals. Cause a person just dont dry up and shrivel like that.

" Ok, so is there anything in Dad's journal about this thing?"

" Yea there is actually. Dad has dated here january 12th, 1982. He goes on to say that this thing feeds off the Essence of people. It eats there souls so it can grow and have strength. Snd hre is the funny thing. You ready."

He had no idea how ready I really was. But that wasn't what he meant and I knew it.

" Yea, give it to me Sammy."

Bad Dean!

" It sleeps for twenty four years. Then it wakes up, Hungry! It just can't stop until it gets it's fill. Not only that but it is alive for twenty four days then it goes back under. Dad said he couldn't kill it, but there has to be a way to stop it."

God did he have to say Hungry.

I scrunched my face up. This was reminding me of that movie, Jeepers Creepers. I shook my head, and couldn't help but laugh.

" No Dean, this is not like that movie."

How did he know I was thinking it. This puzzled me now, and it would bug me all day long. But I played it off, ignoring it.

" Alright. So, what shall we do now."

He reached into the arm rest and pulled out two fake F.B.I ID'S.

"We go talk to Mrs. Lewis. Maybe she can be some help on tracking this thing."

He was right, but that means we were going to have to try on Suits. And god he will look so good in one of those.

Stop it Dean.

" Alright, let's go rent us some suits forst then we are gone. Cause we are not that far from New Hampshire anyway."

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It didn't take us long until we found a Suit place. I had already found mine. Now I just stood outside Sammy's dressing room waiting for him to hurry up.

That day dream returning. When I heard Sammy call for me. But I could hardly hear what he was saying. His voice was low and it came out whispered.

" I need you Dean. My zipper is caught."

That 'I need you Dean.' Part really got my attention but I couldn't hear the rest.

" What Sam, I couldn't hear you?"

I heard him grunt and then sigh, pushing the curtain back a little.

"The zipper is stuck, I need you to help me get it up."

God that was a bad idea. But he needed me, so I took a deep breath and stepped behind the curtain. I looked down and saw it hanging open, that object staring me in the face.

But I ignored it as I gripped ahold of the zipper in my hand, and gave it a sharp tug, my other fingers holding the tops of Sam's pants. I felt them give, but I didn't. I just stood there, leaning forward into him.

My forehead pressed against his, my breathing was slow, and Aroused. My hands remained where they were, on him. But what took me by surprise, he didn't tell me to get off. Or even ask what I was doing.

I had to fight every member in my body to not pin him back against the wall. I could practically taste his mouth on my own. My eyes were clouded over with Lust and this time I couldn't hide it from him.

" Dean! What are you doing?"

He finally managed to say as he pushed me back, but not harsh enough. Almost like he wanted it. No,. that was ridicoulous we were brothers Damn it! He was just surprised, that's all.

I stepped back from him. I could feel my jeans tightening. I flung the curtain back and waited for Sam outside. We decided to leave our suits on, since were going there now anyway.

He didn't take long, but now this ride to Mrs. Lewis's house was going to probably be in akward silence.