They had followed her out of the parking lot and out onto the country highway, until she turned down a street lined with sagging bungalows and old farmhouses. She parked and Dean, out of instinct, backed in the Impala. "Damn," he whispered. "Fine."
They got out of the car and she was seated on the hood. "This is sweet," she said, patting the hot steel. "And it feels, oooh, nice." She wriggled suggestively.
Dean laughed and looked across at Sam who just raised both eyebrows.
"That right?"
"Mmmmm....C'mere, both of you," she purred and Dean moved inbetween her legs and Sam hoisted himself up beside her, his arm around her shoulders tangling with Dean's arms.
"Now, before we go inside and you both get your minds blown," she laughed wickedly and Sam got even harder than he already was, "I need to know that we're going to play this my way."
"I'll play anyway you deal the cards, baby," Dean said and kissed her deeply. Sam leaned over and buried his face in the bend of her neck, his ear pressed against Dean's forearm.
She pulled back and looked at Dean through her eyelashes. She reached out and grasped Sam's chin in her hand, her thumb rubbing hot circles at the corner of his mouth. "Okay, then. Kiss this guy."
Sam almost laughed out loud at the look on Dean's face.
"Sweetheart, that guy is my brother," Dean said.
She shrugged and pulled Sam down to her and kissed him. "And?"
For a long moment, time stretching itself as thin as flesh over bone, both men feeling their hearts still, Dean considered. He looked at Sam's face; let his gaze drift down to his brother's mouth, then back up to his answering look.
"Sammy?" he whispered. And his heart rate pounded through the top of his skull with the sound of his brother's name in his mouth.
Sam nodded slowly, the beats of his own heart counting each impossible second as Dean moved out from between the legs of the girl and sidled up against Sam's knees. The girl let go of his face and Sam took his arm from around her shoulder, both large hands dropping to his thighs, palms up, fingers in reposed supplication. He tilted his beautiful head away from her and the long column of his throat lay exposed, the streetlight playing off the thick tendon there and glinting across the drum tight skin over his clavicles showing above the worn collar of his t-shirt.
The hot metal hood of the Impala clicked as it cooled.
"Brothers?" whispered Dean and again Sam could only nod in answer, his voice lost in a shivering delicious anticipation.
With deliberation, Dean pressed himself up against Sam's knees and with answering intent; Sam pushed his legs open and then tightened his knees against his brother's thighs as he slotted himself between them. Hands moving now, finally freed, up to Dean's hips, index fingers hooking into the belted waistband of his jeans, thumbs pressing like brands below his hipbones. Licking his top lip, waiting.
Dean reached out and took Sam's face in both his hands, cradling, long fingers brushing against Sam's ears, his jaw line, thumbs ghosting the corners of Sam's mouth. Sam closed his eyes and Dean's cock jerked watching the fluttering of his thick lashes against his cheekbones. Expectation. Closing his own eyes, he leaned into the kiss, slanting his mouth across Sam's, pushing himself towards his brother, tasting salty sweat, beer and whiskey. Sam moaned his name through their closed lips and Dean fell forward, out of his skin, away from his arching back bone, into his brother. Soul of my soul, he thought and the line spun through his head, uncoiling, the words fish-tailing through his mind. His shoulders slumped and feeling him falling, Sam was suddenly there, his size, his strength, sliding forward on the hood, knees bent around Deans legs, arms coming up fiercely and wrapping Dean into a straightjacket of need and lust and love. Above all, love. Their mouths were locked, fused, tongues searching desperately. Dean dropped his hands to the edge where Sam's ass met the hood of their car and he pulled himself even closer against his brother's body, grinding his erection into Sam's heated cock, growling down, through his teeth, breaking the kiss, gasping out Sam's name like a prayer.
He brought a quick hand up to the back of Sam's neck, pulling at the long hair, pulling Sam's head back, exposing his throat again, then burying his face there, biting hard the thick muscle roped across the back of Sam's shoulder.
"Let's get the hell out of here," he said dragging his lips up the long length of throat, burying his tongue into the deep whorls of Sam's ear.
He answered with a turn of his head, finding Dean's mouth again, holding him fast and hard. Not letting go, ever. He broke the kiss and rubbed his forehead against Dean's, eyes still closed, tighter now, whispering wishes, breath skating across Dean's lips.
"Yeah," he said and slid all the way off the hood, searching out one of Dean's hands with his own, locking their fingers.
"Uh?" the girl stammered out. She was standing, hands in her back jean pockets, hip canted, watching them through slitted eyes.
"Thanks, Tammy," Sam said softly, Dean moving him to the car, opening the door for him.
"It's Tanya."
"Whatever," Dean said, walking back around the front of the Impala, past her.
"Really, though, thanks," Sam called leaning out the door.
"Fuck you. And fuck him." Her voice was quietly furious.
"Oh, we intend to," Dean said and climbed into the driver's seat, pulling Sam against him, waiting for her to sidestep out of his way before gunning the car out of the driveway and towards Home.
