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Chapter 7
"So tell me about the case again?" Dean asked as he sat across from Sam in the diner.
"Well according to what I found out, several men, I mean around our age, go to the beach and then two hours later, were found dead."
"Wow, creepy."
"Yeah. The first victim was Jason Michaels. He was found in his apartment by his girlfriend Denise."
"Denise got an address?"
Sam looked at his laptop, "Uh, yeah."
"Good, let's go," Dean said and threw some money on the table.
"So according to Denise, Jason claimed he saw a beautiful maiden."
"Yeah. So vengeful spirit?"
"Possibly. You think you can check it out?"
Sam nodded. He turned and glanced at Dean from his seat. God how I love those lips. He let his gaze travel lower. I so wanna be kissing his perky nipples right now. Sam smiled and then felt a familiar sensation down south. Nice going, Sam you made yourself hard.
"Sammy, you okay?"
"Uh, yeah. Fine."
"Sure? I mean you are pretty quiet over there."
"I'm fine Dean." Not. Damn it Sam, why don't you tell him?
Dean pulled up to their motel and Sam all but rushed out of the car and into the bathroom. Dean noticed the way Sam was running to the bathroom and smiled. He walked to the bathroom door and lightly knocked on the door.
"Sammy? Can I come in?"
Dean received no response but heard his brother whimper. He tried the doorknob and was pleased to find it wasn't locked. He pushed open the door and found Sam struggling to jerk himself off, but from the looks of it, it wasn't working.
"Aww, poor baby. Want me to help?" Dean cooed.
Sam turned to Dean with his cock still in his hand. Dean noticed how black his eyes were are. Sam whimpered again. Dean chuckled and stepped in front of Sam. Shortly his mouth found Sam's and Dean was kissing him with pure ferocity that Sam moaned from the force of the kiss and opened his mouth. Dean took that as an invitation to enter, which he did. As he was kissing Sam, his hand traveled down Sam's body 'til he reached Sam's cock. Gently removing Sam's hand, he started stroking.
"Dean," Sam moaned.
The last time they had sex Dean hadn't really noticed Sam's cock, but as he bent down to take it in his mouth he noticed how big it was.
"Fuck, Sammy. You're fucking huge! I don't know…" Dean paused.
"Dean, please?" Sam moaned.
Dean led Sam out of the bathroom and pushed him down on the bed. Latching onto his jean clad hips, Dean dragged the jeans and underwear down and off. Grabbing his brother's cock in his hand, Dean started to lick it all the way from the base to the tip.
"God, Dean!"
Dean used his tongue to draw achingly slow circles on Sam's swelling tip.
"Please, Dean!" Sam writhed.
"What, baby?"
"Just…do it!"
Dean nodded and took as much of his brother's cock into his mouth as he could. Dean sucked his brother nice and slow and it was all Sam could do to not moan and buck further into his brother's mouth.
"Yes! Please, faster, Dean."
Dean obliged and sucked faster until he felt his brother tense.
"Dean…gonna…gonna, come Dean."
Dean just sucked harder and faster. Soon Sam arched and screaming Dean's name as he came in his brother's mouth. Dean sucked Sam's cock some more until he was sure his brother was spent then swallowed his load and crawled back up to his brother.
"Feel better, Sammy?"
Sam nodded. Dean smiled and crushed his lips to his. Sam snaked his hand down to his brother's jean clad cock and rubbed gently. Dean moaned against Sam's mouth.
"Take them off," Sam urged.
Sam was lying on the bed with only his t-shirt on while Dean was fully clothed. They brushed fingers in the urgency to rid each other of clothes. Before he knew what was going on, Dean was laying on the bed with Sam on top of him.
"I want…"
"What?" Dean breathed.
"I want, I want to be inside you."
Dean grinned, "Please?"
Sam grinned back. He backed off the bed and rummaged through Dean's duffle bag where he found a tube of lubricant. Sam climbed back on the bed and immediately spread Dean's legs and stuck a lubed finger in his hole.
"Shit, Dean. You're so fucking tight," Sam groaned as he stuck his finger deeper in his brother's hole searching for that spot.
"Holy fucking hell! What was that," Dean whimpered and bucked as Sam hit the bundle of nerves.
Sam just grinned as he stuck another finger inside and began scissoring him.
"Fuck, Sammy. Hurry up," Dean mumbled.
Sam quickly worked up to three fingers and penetrated his brother again.
"Now, Sammy. Gotta…have…gotta…now," Dean mumbled again.
Sam withdrew his fingers and then slicked up his cock and using his hand, gently guided his cock inside Dean.
"Ow! Fuck, Sammy. Too…gotta stop. Too big…can't," Dean whimpered and tensed.
"Shit, Dean, breathe," Sam said as he felt Dean clamp shut against his head seemingly cutting off the circulation. He began to rub circles on his brother's back, "Relax, Dean and just breathe."
Sam remained as still as possible as he felt his brother start to relax his muscles. Sam began to inch inside again.
"Relax, Dean, we'll go slow," Sam said as he inched further in and stop.
Dean was clearly trying to relax but fuck that burns! Soon he felt Sam inch in further and stop. He had the weirdest sensation of feeling full and he knew that Sam was all the way inside.
"Tell me when," Sam said.
"Now. Move, Sammy."
Sam moved. He withdrew slightly before slamming back into Dean. He did again aiming for the bundle of nerves.
"Oh, Shit! Do it again, Sammy."
Sam soon worked up a steady pace aiming for the bundle every time.
"Fuck! Harder, Sammy, harder," Dean panted.
Sam obliged, slamming into his brother harder and harder until he felt himself getting close.
"Dean, I'm close," Sam moaned.
Dean who had been massaging his cock this whole time felt it too, "Me too."
Dean tugged on his cock faster until he released, coming all over his and Sam's chest. This sight caused Sam to come hard inside his brother. Neither moved for a long time just staring in each other's eyes and breathing hard. Sam soon pulled out of his brother and laid on his back. Dean followed suit.
"We better shower and get our asses in gear. We still have a case to do," Dean said.
Sam nodded and pulled Dean into the shower. After they dressed and left the motel room.
"So three men, all different from looks to ages, claim to have seen a maiden at the beach?" Dean asked as he clambered in to the car after Sam.
"Yeah, looks like it."
"So what is it? You see this woman and two hours you kiss your ass goodbye?"
"I guess so."
"This doesn't make sense."
"I will check and see if any one died in this lake when we get back to the motel.
Dean nodded and started the engine. When they got back to the motel, Sam rushed inside and booted up his laptop.
"I'm gonna run to the diner and grab some food while you do that," Dean said.
Sam just nodded. Dean grabbed the motel key and left the room. Half an hour later, Dean returned with bags of food.
"Tell me you found something, Sammy."
"Yup. Her name is Arlene Jonas."
"She related to the Jonas brothers?"
"Dude, you listen to those idiots?"
"Not really. Whatchu got?"
"Like I said her name is Arlene Jonas. She was murdered ten years ago and her body was never found. And since the guys see her at the beach, I am assuming that her body must have been dumped in the beach."
"Damn, sounds like Lake Manitoc all over again. It say who killed her?"
Sam shook his head, "No, but my guess is that it was her boyfriend. Freddy Hampton."
"Why would he do that?"
Sam shrugged.
"Dude got an address?"
"Yeah."
"Cool. Give it to me and I will check him out. You stay here and see if there ain't anything else you can find about this woman and why she's killing these men."
Sam nodded and handed Dean the address.
"Mr. Hampton, my name is Eric Carr and I am with the FBI," Dean said showing his badge.
"What can I do for you Agent?"
"I would like to ask you some questions about your late girlfriend Arlene."
Freddy hesitated, "Why?"
"Because we at the FBI don't like cold cases and we've decided to reopen this case and find out what happened to her."
"But I don't see what that has to do with me."
"Mr. Hampton, you were her boyfriend and the last person to see her alive, correct?"
"Uh, yeah."
"So it has everything to do with you. Can you tell me about the last time you saw her alive?"
"Well, it was just like any other date night we had except this time she really wanted to go to the beach. You know have a picnic. I really wasn't feelin' it ya know? But she insisted, so I agreed. Anyway, once we got there, she wanted to take a dip in the water, even though it was cold. I told her I was staying on dry land where I was warm and safe. She got in the water and I turned away for a minute to prepare the food. When I turned back I couldn't find her anywhere. I screamed her name several times and I never found her."
"You didn't think to dive in after her?"
"Are you crazy? The waves were outta control. If I had gone in, I would be dead like Arlene."
Dean shook his head Stupid idiot. "Thank you Mr. Hampton. I will be in touch."
Dean headed back to the motel and found Sam lazing on the bed watching some TV show.
"So either Freddy murdered Arlene or he just let her drown."
"Huh? What do you mean?"
"According to Freddy's story, they went to the beach for a picnic date and she got in the water. He turned around for a minute and when he looked back she was nowhere to be found. He claims that the only reason he didn't dive in the water was because the waves were outta control."
Sam sat up on the bed, "That doesn't make sense. I mean water is a lot more peaceful at night, unless there's a storm. Which is why people like to go to the beach at night."
"Dude!"
"What?"
"Nothing, never mind. If her body really is in the ocean, then what the hell is keeping her here?"
"I don't know, could be anything Dean. Could be something Freddy has or it could be Freddy himself. Remember at Lake Manitoc and the sheriff?"
"Yeah, so you're saying that Arlene is acting revenge on Freddy? That still makes no sense. If she was then why is she killing innocent men."
"I don't think Arlene is acting revenge on Freddy per se, but it has something to do with him."
"Well, what do we do? I mean its not like we can salt and burn the bones."
"Why don't you see if Freddy has any of Arlene's belongings on him."
"And what are you gonna do?"
"I'm gonna go to the beach."
"The hell you are. You're not going there alone."
"Dean, relax, I am just gonna sit and observe."
"Yeah, and what happens if you see Arlene? You'll be dead within two hours."
"First of all, Dean. We're demons now, remember? We don't die that easily. And second of all, you'll be there to protect me, right?" Sam teased.
"Damn skippy."
"Well, I'm glad that's over."
"You're glad it's over? I'm the one who nearly died, Dean."
"Yeah, well, if you had listened to me in the first place, that wouldn't have happened."
"So it's my fault?" Sam said getting angry.
"Dude, chill out. I didn't say it was your fault."
"Dean?"
"Yeah, Sammy?"
"What now?"
"What do you mean, kiddo?"
"I mean what do we do about all of this? Us being demons and all."
"My suggestion is to track down Damien and find out if all of what Yellow Eyes said is true."
"Dean, if what Yellow Eyes said is true, Damien is the king of Hell. How are we gonna find him?"
"Easy, track down some of his demon followers and have them tell us where he is, and if he's in hell, then we go down there and kick his sorry ass."
Sam laughed and nodded, "Okay."
TBC...
