Another chapter hot off the press!

First I want to thank all of my reviewers:

The Bubble Verse: Thank you for the rain tip. It'll definitely work well for the time the boys spend in Michican. I do try to keep them in character as much as possible. Dean is a little technical to work with with his macho tough guy persona.

random-is-awsome: I did shift in to Dean POV in this chapter but briefly this time. We'll dig deeper into Dean in future chapters.

Stevie: You're going to love the Dean action in this Chapter.

strawhat1227: A little teaser for you

I appreciate all the reviews. Keep em comin for more lemony action. I threw some in here even though I wanted five reviews first.

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Hope

Rain showered down outside casting a damp and gloomy atmosphere over the city of Dearborn, Michigan. Sam sat cross legged on his bed scrolling through recent news articles of people turning up dead around The Henry Ford Museum. Each of the victims were so different from the last, almost like whatever was killing them was simply choosing based on random selection. All of the victims were men and women between the ages of 20-30. From what Sam had gathered they were decent hard working folk. Some had families with children, others single with booming careers. No past criminal charges or extraordinary family histories. The only thing they had in common was that they had went to The Henry Ford Museum and turned up dead somewhere on site. No signs of struggle or physical injury. It was as though their hearts just stopped working and they collapsed on the spot. Sam navigated to The Henry Ford Museum website. On the home page was an ad featuring Hallowe'en in Greenfield Village, a man made Halloween fun attraction for the family. The ad promised a thousand carved jack o lanterns along the pathways as you meet witches and enjoy various treats. The spirit of the Headless Horseman rode by periodically adding an extra element of spook to the experience. Seemed like your average Halloween attraction. Or what it? Something about the Headless Horseman didn't sit right with Sam. He was about to look more into the legend when the motel room door swung open. Dean stumbled in soaking wet, the smell of cigarettes and whisky oozed off his clothing.

"Back so early sunshine?" Sam asked sarcastically.

"Yup bar was dead," Dean said staggering a little as he shrugged his wet jacket off and threw it in the corner. "I did make a whopping $300 playing pool though." Dean tossed the wad of cash on Sam's bed and started taking off his wet clothes. Sam's mouth ran dry as Deans chiseled muscles come into view. Dean stripped off his jeans and tossed them aside stretching and groaning.

"I need a shower and then a massage from my favorite little brother," Dean said with a wink.

"Massage yourself," Sam retorted trying to sound disinterested. He tousled his long brown locks as he shifted his gaze back to the laptop. Dean chuckled as he walked into the bathroom. Had he just seen a twinkle in Sam's eye? A glimmer of interest? The hot water swallowed Dean up as he ran the bar of soap along his aching body. Yes, a massage was definitely what he needed. He ran his hands down his chiseled six back to his long hard cock. He loved his dick, long and fat with a plump pink head at the top. Midway it curved slightly giving him a little extra hook that sent his sexual partners mad. He would love to watch Sam kneeling before him sucking his cock like it was the last thing he would ever do. He slowly stroked himself biting back the moan that rose up in his throat. Yes, Sam did things to him that no one else could. Made him hornier than any slut he ever banged outside a bar or in the back of his car. He wanted Sam, wanted to throw him flat on his back, bind his hands together and feast on his body. He wanted to suck him, taste him, devour him before plunging his cock deep into Sam fucking him till they both saw stars. He clamped his eyes together tighter, his orgasm building as he pictured fucking Sam, kissing and biting those arms, that face, and the spot on Sam's neck right before his shoulders started marking him as his forever. Dean lost it and cried out as he came into his fist. The water began to turn chilly and he quickly shut it off, hoping Sam didn't hear him.

Sam's breath caught in his throat as he heard Dean moan and yelp from inside the bathroom. At first he thought Dean was in some type of trouble but then a heard it again. A low animalistic moan that made it clear what Dean was doing I there. Question is what, rather who was he thinking about. Desire clouded over Sam as he pictured his naked brother in the shower jerking off while thinking of him. He wanted to feel Dean's warmth, his lips all over his body, to feel that love and acceptance he craved from his sexy older brother.

Dean emerged from the bathroom filling the room with a warm wave of air that smelled of soap and deans personal fragrance. Beads of water dripped down his back, off his arms, and down his legs. He grabbed a pair of boxers and slipped them on under his towel before allowing the thin piece of fabric to slip off his waist. He wiped the rest off the water off his body and he walked over to Sam's bed.

"Those hands ready for this?" Dean asked collapsing on the bed next to Sam. "My back, my legs, shoulders, everything."

"Everything?" Sam whispered.

"Do happy endings cost extra?" Dean sounded serious for a moment before breaking out into laughs. Typical Dean. "C'mon fruit loop less chat and more rubbing." Sam rolled his eyes and reached over to the night stand for the bottle of baby oil he had left there after his shower early. Sam lathered up Dean's broad muscular back and began kneading the smooth skin in circles. Dean moaned and Sam gradually increased the pressure, running his hands slowly up and down his back. Sam rolled the palms of his hands around Dean's shoulders and proceeded skillfully down to his ass and legs. He rounded Dean's firm globes squeezing them firmly as he coursed his way down to Dean's upper thighs. Sam shifted uncomfortably as his cock spring to life, painfully hard in his pajama pants. He tried to focus on the task, coursing his hands up and down Dean's calves and down to the balls of his feet.

"God Sammy, that feels so good," Dean moaned. "This really should end with a hapy ending." Before Sam could reply Dean chuckled lightly, too relaxed to give his usual Cheshire grin.

"Ok, done," Sam said gently cracking Dean's toes before shifting away from his older brothers practically naked body.

"What about my chest?" Dean whined.

"No Dean, I'm tired," Sam said thinking about how hard it would he to control himself massaging Dean's front. Dean turned himself over, his eyes locking with Sam's as he grabbed Sam's hands and placed them flat on his chest. Neither brother broke the eye contact as Sam began to run his hands firmly up and down Dean's muscular chest. Dean's head spun from the mixture of alcohol he had consumed and from his painfully erect cock as he became more and more horny. Sam become bolder in his ministrations and circled and tweaked Dean's nipples.

"That's it Samantha!" Dean groaned. Sam let out of a low growl as he repeated the act. Dean bucked his hips a little, his hard cock coming into contact with Sam's elbow. Sam glanced down to see Dean's massive cock tenting in his boxers. He wanted so badly to reach down into his shorts and feel the hardness, the feeling of Dean in all his glory. Sam leaned over and bit Dean on the neck causing Dean to roar and buck again, this time his cock rubbing up harder against Sam's forearm. In a flash, Dean pushed Sam down into his back and climbed on too of him. The smell of state whisky filled Sam's nostrils as Dean's face hovered over him. Dean's eyes were crazed with lust as he angled himself and began dry humping Sam, their hard cocks rubbing together painfully and Dean moved his hips against Sam. All the movement had stirred Dean's stomach up. As his orgasm built he began to feel nauseous, the whisky sloshing around in his stomach rising up to his throat.

"I'm sorry Sammy," he muttered. He swung himself off of Sam, fell onto the floor and threw up everywhere. The smell of whisky and throw up hit Sam's nostrils bringing him out of the shock he was in. A mixture of pleasure, excitement, fear, and hurt coursed through him. Had the experience disgusted Dean so much he threw up? Was Dean just that drunk that he didn't know what he was doing? Sam got off the bed and picked Dean up off the floor. As he cleaned his big brother up his mind flashed over everything that happened between them these past few there was hope after all..

And scene. What did you think? I wasn't going to go so far with the massage scene but I couldn't stop myself once I started. Breaks up my initial projected flow a little but I have a constant stream of ideas so no worries.

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