A/N I want to say quickly, that I am so very sorry for the hold up, I have been a bit stressed with classes and still trying to find a job, but I am working on the next chapter as soon as this one is posted. It too shall be up as soon as it is finished.

Now, I know that you are all looking for some hot Wincest action, but I had a hunt idea stuck in my head that just wouldn't let me go till it was in the story, so I created one and here it is. But I also had to do this one so that you all could get Bobby's reaction. Since he kind of didn't ask why Dean was tied up and just hinted at Sam being the cause of that.

So here it is, the next installment. And I promise you all, chapter 11 will certainly have what you all are hoping for. And I have a feeling it will have lots of it. ^_^

There they sat, all three hunters, at one table. Sam and Dean on their computers, and Bobby pouring over one of his ancient looking books. Bobby had called them in to help him deal with a Monster that they still had no clue what it was. All they knew was that it feasted on human flesh and was a right pain in the ass.

At the moment, the only sound in the room was their breathing, Bobby's turning of pages, and the soft clicking of Sam and Dean's keyboards.

The elder hunter looked up from his book with a silent sigh. They were getting nowhere. All that they knew is what the monster was eating. And that helped them all of none. Human flesh was a delicacy to most monsters they dealt with. With a shake of his head he turned his attention to his 'sons.' Sam gave a light grin as he tapped something out on his keyboard and hit enter. Hearing Dean give off a snort had Bobby turning to look at his eldest. Bobby frowned a moment and it dawned on him. Instant messenger crap. Shaking his head he continued to watch them for a few minutes before it also hit him. They were talking to each other. Had to be. Or at least that was what Bobby figured. After a few minutes of this Bobby gave a heavy sigh and then, "Would you two shut the hell up?" Both boys looked at him with identical looks of surprise. "Bobby, we're not saying anything." Sam remarked, "Not out loud you're not." He parried, "But the incessant clacking of the keyboards and the annoying tapping of the enter button is enough to drive a sane man to drink."

"Bobby, you already drink."

Singer looked at his eldest again and cocked a brow, "Then I'm not sane am I?" Both brothers looked to one another and gave a 'this is true' look to the other. Sam turned to his 'father' and spoke up, "Well, since we didn't find anything, did you?" Bobby just shook his head as he rose from his chair and walked to the mini-fridge. "Its flesh eating, that's all we know."

"And that could be any of a number of things that we hunt on a regular basis." Dean said as he sat back in his chair, lifting the front two legs off the floor. "Keep that up boy, and one 'a these days you'll fall, and I'll laugh." Bobby brandished a beer at him as he set two more on the table for the boys, taking his seat again. As Dean dropped his chair to the floor again as he snatched up a beer, his turn to move around. "Maybe it's not from here?" He offered.

"You think we're dealing with something foreign?" Sam asked as he too took up his beer, also standing from his chair.

"Could be, I mean, we've dealt with Greek and Rufus has taken out a Japanese bady, so why not?" Dean turned in time to see his brother catch his bottle top on the counter's edge popping it open. "Show off." He muttered as he closed his lips around the neck of his own.

Sam gave his brother a grin and looked at Bobby, "He has a point. I mean, so far, we've dealt with shit that shouldn't have left their countries of origin, so this would make sense." Bobby gave a nod and sighed, "Alright, you boys take Europe, I'll deal with all of Asia." When both sat down Dean asked, "What about Africa? Aren't there some pretty nasty ones there?" Bobby looked up at Dean and raised an eyebrow. "Good point. You take that one."

When all that was squared away all three went about their research in silence.

It was a solid forty minutes later when Bobby spoke up, "Ha! Got it!" the brother's looked up from their own research.

"What is it?"

Bobby looked over to Sam, "Looks like we got ourselves a Taotie." Sam looked a bit confused. "A Taotie?"

"Pretty much a gluttonous monster. Said to eat anything it could. Human's included. One legend went so far as to say that it was so gluttonous that it ate its own body." Both Sam and Bobby looked over at Dean as the elder brother spoke. "If you look at Chinese motif, that's pretty much why all that's depicted is its head." Dean looked up now and noted that both men were looking at him. Bobby's face looked as if Dean had stolen his thunder, and Sam looked utterly shocked. "What?"

"And you got your GED why?" This from Sam.

"Because I'm ADD and school couldn't keep my attention."

"Well at least he admits it." Bobby quipped as he lifted his earlier neglected beer to his lips. The older male just chuckled as his eldest glared at him.

"Well how do we kill it?" Sam tried to stretch his legs out in front of him as Dean did likewise, knocking his foot against Dean's shin. Both grinned at one another slightly, Sam's more shy than Dean's as Bobby looked at the information in his book. "All it says is that the Taotie is the fifth of nine sons of the dragon." Sam frowned, "So how do you kill a dragon?" It was Dean who answered again. "Well, if you payed attention to the movie we watched, even though it was only animated," he chuckled a bit as he started looking through some research of his own. "The wings and the tails are what determine a dragon's flight." He clicked on a link and read through it really quick. "But since a Taotie has no flight ability, I'd say disconnect the head from the heart." He looked up to see both men looking at him again in mild shock and amusement. "What? I'm not as dumb as I pretend to be!" He huffed and was swiftly rewarded by a kick to the shin from Sam and a ball of paper hitting him in the head from Bobby.

"You're not dumb at all Dean." Sam snapped as he finished off his neglected beer. "So Mister Mythology Buff, is there anything specific that we may need to kill this thing?"

"Now that is where I have no idea." Dean and Sam now looked to Bobby.

"A silver sword blessed by a Chinese Monk."

"Oh great, and where are we going to get that?" Dean sighed as he scrubbed his hands over his face.

"The back of my van." Was the elder man's reply.

"Why does that bother me?" Sam asked his brother who just shrugged and drained his own beer.

It was the next day at about midnight and all three hunters came in covered in sweat, grime, blood, and some kind of goo that they could only assume had issued from the Taotie.

Dean flopped to the large king sized bed in the center of the room.

When he and Sam had arrived in Newark and got to the motel they were informed that all that was left was a single King. Without hesitation Dean had informed the woman at the front desk that they'd take it. Sam had just grinned a bit at the slightly crestfallen look on the woman's face as she realized that he might not be so in to her.

"I think I don't want to deal with anymore of those uglies ever again." The elder grunted from his position on the bed.

"Especially if the end result is going to be covered in Taotie sludge." Sam grunted as he peeled out of his jacket. Yeah. They so had to do laundry tomorrow. "I need a shower." He sighed heavily.

"That and sleep." Bobby agreed from behind him. "Alright boys, I'm goin' ta my room, try to remember ya idjits, these walls are thin and I'm right next door." With that the older hunter left the room with two pair of shocked eyes following after him.

"Ya think he knows?" Dean asked after a moment. "I have an odd feeling he does." Was Sam's reply as he now began to peel his two layers of shirt off.

When both shirts were off and in a pile with his jacket he straightened and looked at Dean. "So he's right next door...I have an odd feeling he'd be able to hear anything we did in here..."

Dean watched Sam and at his last words he frowned a bit, "Why does that bother me?"

Well, you all know the routine~ Tell me what you think. Again, I promise, Wincesty goodness in the next chapter. Patience will be rewarded.

Love and Good Reading~

NeoCortex~