Hey sorry this was so delayed! and short... school has been a bitch but I'll do my best to have another update really soon. So Love y'all and hope to hear from you.

All my wonderful love 3 -Jen

"Fuck! Dean!" Sam panted bucking down against the three finger's Dean had in his brother's ass, stretching him wide open in the back of the impala. "Dean I need you, I need you in me now, so fucking bad! Please…" he begged and he felt Dean's fingers pull out, only to be replaced by the head of the older boy's cock. Dean groaned, even after all this time fucking Sammy was still practically virgin tight, muscles clenching around Dean's hard cock.

"So fucking good Sammy," he groaned out once he was balls deep in the boy. Sam shifted so he was straddling Dean. "I can ride you…right? You'd be okay with it?"

Dean was flabbergasted, his little Sammy wanted to ride him, "Fuck yeah I'm okay with it!"

Sam gave a bit of a shy smile before slowly starting to rock his hips, just grinding and getting used to the feel of it all. "Nnnnn…So good De." He whimpered. He lifted himself up, so only the head on Dean's cock was in him, before slamming back down hard. They moaned in unison.

"Holy fucking shit Sammy this is amazing," he panted watching as Sam lifted himself up again slamming over and over again, on Dean's cock.

"Dean, t-talk to me, I wanna hear you talking again," he begged as he rode Dean hard and fast.

"Fuck, I don't know what to say baby, so speechless, you riding my cock like this. Oh god. It's so fucking hot Sammy, you're so tight around me, " he bucked his hips angling to slam against Sam's prostate.

"Holy fuck!" Sam panted coming hard against his brother, splattering both their chests with his cum.

Dean was coming moments later, hot and hard inside of his brother. He kissed Sam.

"Your mine. Don't you ever forget that. That bitch can't have you. "

He pulled Sam into his arms, holding him close, just hearing his heartbeat.

"So," Sam looked over at Dean after they had gotten dressed, sitting up and turning to face his lover. "I'm…yours?" He bit his lip to hide a smile. Now that Dean had calmed down and got off, he'd gotten a chance to realize the impact off his words.

"Well…yeah, if you wanna be. Fuck Sammy, you know I hate those bullshit hallmark moments." He ran a hand through his hair, sighing in discomfort.

"De, there's nothing I want more than to be with you…" he moved to wrap his arms around the older boy's neck, laying his head on Dean's chest. Dean laced his fingers in Sam's hair smiling and breathing in his brother's post-sex scent.

"I wanna be with you too Sammy. So stop kissing stupid girls, okay?" Sam nodded grinning brightly. Dean licked his lips giving a satisfied smile.

Once they'd both gotten dressed, they split up heading in each direction to interview witnesses.

"Excuse me Ma'am," Sam walked up to one of the younger female teachers, she was the art teacher, a pretty brunette with curly hair. She turned to smile at Sam; she had black wire frame glasses and dried neon blue paint splatters on her left cheek.

"Can I help you?" She gave a warm, almost maternal smile.

"Can I ask you a few questions about the missing kids? I'm doing an article for the school paper."

"Of course you can," she gestured for him to come inside the teacher's lounge with her. She took a seat, crossing her legs at the ankles and folding her hands in her lap in a very ladylike manner, "Ask away."

"About how many students have you noticed that have gone missing?"

"Twelve that I know of."

"And has the administration taken any action to search for them?"

"Well of course, a lot of us teachers get together and look after school, poor kids; I sure hope they're okay."

Sam wasn't getting a bad vibe from her, she seemed genuinely concerned.

"Is there anything else you can tell me about the missing kids."

She shook her head, "I'm sorry, but only maybe two of those kids had my class."

That gave Sam an idea, "Do you know if they shared one teacher in particular? Someone they all went to?"

She thought hard for a moment, "I wouldn't know, but there are class schedules in the main office you could check."

"Really? Thank you so much. You've been a great help."

"Anytime."

Sam left without another word. As he looked around, he started to notice that no one else was here. Not one person. He made his way into the office, it was empty too. He figured he'd help himself to the records he needed then, ruffling through files until he found the universal student schedule.

He searched up the names of missing students, too distracted reading and writing them down to notice a hand come from behind grabbing him and covering his mouth, he gave a sharp inhale at the shock of it all. He smelled something sickening sweet. And then everything went black.