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Sam opened the door to the motel room and nearly fell over in surprise. The room was covered in rose petals, candles sat on every surface creating an unearthly glow. Dean felt Sam's breath hitch as he circled his arms around Sam's waist from behind. He shivered as Sam's taught stomach tightened and moved under his fingers. Dean smirk and slowly traced Sam's muscles, trailing his hands up to nipples and pinching lightly, pulling out a moan.

"Fuck" Sam whimpered as Dean scraped his nails from his collar bone to his abdomen.

Dean trailed small kisses across Sam's neck and behind his ear, before nibbling on the ear lobe. He gripped Sam's arms and pulled them behind his back, causing Sam to arch his back. Dean smirked and reached out behind him, grabbing a pair of black fluffy handcuffs. He snapped them into place causing Sam to jump. Sam tried to move his arms but found he wrist were cuffed together.

"Dean what?"

"Trust me" he whispered into Sam's ear.

Sam paused for a second before nodding, and pushing himself into Dean. Dean pulled away slightly, not allowing Sam to make contact.

"Dean . . ." Sam whined.

"Not yet Sammy"

Dean led Sam over to the bed and pushed him down on the bed, so he was facing him. Dean reached into the bedside table and pulled out a small jar.

"Dean, what's that?" Sam asked breathless.

"Body paint" Dean smirked.

Dean spent the next twenty minutes drawing patterns on Sam's naked, flushed skin. He drew swirls around Sam's nipple's and wrote 'Property of Dean Winchester' across his chest.

"Oh fuck Dean, please" Sam begged.

Dean just smirk and stepped back to admire his work. Sam lay with his hands handcuffed behind his back, his entire body sweaty and flushed. Every muscle was tense as he begged Dean to take him. Sam's cock stood out proud from his body, red and glistening. It was beautiful a mushroom shaped head, wet with pre-cum. A think vein ran from base to tip, Dean's mouth began to water at the thought of having that gorgeous cock in his mouth.

Dean leaned down and cover the head of the cock with his mouth, suckling gently. He bobbed his head up and down, switching between slow and fast driving Sam crazy with want. He traced the vein before swirling his tongue around the head and dipping it into the slit. God he loved the taste of Sam, hot and heavy in his mouth, the weight of Sam against his tongue.

Dean rubbed a lube slicked finger around Sam's entrance, teasing the wrinkled pink whole.

"Fuck Dean please"

Dean smiled around the cock still in his mouth and pushed the finger slowly inside, amazed at Sam's tightness. As he felt Sam loosen, he pushed in another, slowly moving then in and out. He angled his fingers at just the right angle and brushed against Sam's prostate.

"Holy fucking Christ" Sam yelped, arching his back.

Sam strained against the cuffs, "Dean please . . . I want to touch you" he begged.

"Alright baby" Dean flipped Sam onto his back and grabbed the key from his pants pocket, put the key in the lock and . . . . . . .

"Shit" Dean whispered.

"What?" Sam asked pushing up into Dean, "Take the cuffs off"

"I . . . . . can't" Dean was hesitant.

"What do you mean you can't?" Sam laughed.

"Um . . . ."

"Dean, take the cuffs off" Sam gritted through his teeth.

"Sammy, don't freak out . . . ."

"Don't freak out? Freak out about what?" he demanded.

"The key broke.. . . . ."

"Well then pick the lock"

"In the lock" Dean finished.

"What?" Sam's voice was shaky, a lump rising in his throat.

"The key snapped off in the lock. I can't get them off" he rushed, knowing Sam would kill him.

"Are you telling me that I am stuck like this?" Sam voice was getting higher in pitch.

"It's not that bad"

"Dean, I have lube dripping out of my ass, covered in body paint and I'm handcuffed." Sam shrieked.

"I know, I'm so sorry" Dean said, his voice full of regret.

"It's Ok, these things happen" Sam tried to calm down.

"Just stay here, I'll get something to wipe off the body paint" Dean jumped off the bed and in his haste stepped on the body paint jar which had fallen of the bed. His foot rolled and he lost his footing, crashing to the floor, but not before hitting his head on the corner of the bedside table.

"Dean?" Sam whispered softly.

Dean was not moving, a large amount of blood was poring out of a gash in his head.

"Dean?" Sam begged, his voice shaking. "Fuck"

Sam struggled off the bed and over to Dean's phone. He bent down and picked up a pencil with his mouth, dialling their dad's number.

"Yeah" John's answered.

"Dad, it's Sam"

"What's wrong?" John heard the fear in Sam's voice.

"It's Dean. He fell and hit his head on the corner of the table. There's so much blood"

"Where are you?"

"Still in the motel room"

"Why haven't you taken him to the hospital yet?" John asked angrily.

"I'm . . . . .incapacitated"

"What?"

"Dad, please just help" Sam begged.

"Ok, I'm on my way"

It took John ten minutes to get to the motel room. He entered the room and nearly had a heart attack. Sam was standing naked covered in paint and some clear liquid running down his legs. For the first time in a long time, John was absolutely speechless.

"Dad please" Sam begged.

"Ok, but we are so talking about this later" John warned.

He rushed over to Dean and picked him up, taking him out to the car. He placed Dean in the back seat. Half way to the hospital, Dean began to waken. He groaned and opened his eyes.

"Sammy what . . . ." Dean asked, blinking

"Shhhh, Dean it's fine. You hit your head" Sam said softly.

"I'm so sorry" Dean whispered, "I wanted a romantic evening and instead I gave you the date from hell"

"It wasn't your fault"

Dean just gave Sam the 'don't lie look'

"Ok, so it was partly your fault, but shit happens." Sam amended. "But why Dean? Is our sex life really that boring?"

"No! I just wanted to make you happy. You're always talking about how you want romance and passion, I thought I'd give it to you" Dean admitted.

"Dean I love you. Everything you do is romantic. And as for passion. Well I think the blow job you gave me yesterday proves we still have passion"

"Marry me"

Sam nearly fell off the seat, "What?"

"Uh, Marry me?"

Sam sat and looked at Dean. "No" he whispered.

Ohhh,cliff hanger. the time it takes for the next chapter to come out, depends on how many people review.