A/N: Right... So heres another chapter. I had fun writing this one, so enjoy!


Leah walked into the brothers' trailer screaming at the top of her lungs. Startling Dean, who nearly choked on his Lucky Charms, she looked directly at him, still screaming. She reached down and grabbed the bowl of Lucky Charms before sweeping it off the table and letting it crash to the floor. Dean stared wide eyed, holding a full spoonful of his cereal as she continued to throw the items on the table at the floor and screaming.

"I HATE YOU!" She shouted before slamming the door behind her as she left.

"Okay…." Dean said aloud, dropping his spoon and letting the milk splash across the table. He looked around the trailer, watching pieces of his breakfast stick to the wall and slowly slide to the ground.

Sam walked out of the bathroom, seeing Dean seated at the table with their possessions scattered across the room. "Dean? What the hell are you doing?"

Dean looked up at Sam, his brow twitching, "You didn't hear that?" He asked in bewilderment. 'How def do you have to be to not hear that shrieking.'

"I was in the shower and thought you were watching something on TV…" Sam spoke, "What the hell happened?"

"The most random thing… Leah is crazy!" Dean explained, waving his arms to emphasize 'crazy.' "She ran in here screaming and started throwing shit around."

"And you just sat there?" Sam asked. "In nothing but… your boxers?"

"What would you have done? I was thinking about throwing holy water on her, but figured this is just her being normal." Dean spoke. "Although it might not be such a bad idea to put up some salt circles." 'Might keep her from randomly walking in here.'

Sam chuckled as his brother went on about demons and spirits. They hadn't talked about hunting anymore; it seemed like a life time ago, a past life.

'Is he even listening to me?' Dean thought as he continued babbling about capturing her in a Key of Solomon and exorcising her. Sam looked like he was deep in a trance. Dean stopped talking and stared at his brother, his hair still damp from his shower, and water droplets sliding down his chest and neck.

He stood up and walked over to Sam, wrapping his hands around the small of Sam's back and pulling him close. Sam jumped at the touch, being abruptly forced back to reality by the feel of his brother's tongue on his neck. He relaxed into the touch, allowing Dean to lick up the drops of water before breaking apart.

"Feeling better, Dean?" Sam asked, slapping his brother's ass playfully.

"Never better." Dean answered. 'Not a complete lie… I'm not totally better, but I'm fine. Sam doesn't need to know that.'

"Good." Sam answered, mouthing Dean's jaw line. Dean moaned, letting his brother nip at his neck. "We have time?" Sam asked, pulling away from Dean's neck to look his brother in the eye.

"Still early," Dean answered eyeing the clock. They didn't have to be on the set for another hour.

Sam smiled and reclaimed Dean's neck, humming as his lips traced Dean's jaw line. Dean groaned, feeling his boxers begin to tent as Sam continued to nip at his neck. Sam grinned as he felt Dean's arousal poking him in the thigh. Sam captured Dean's lips, hooking his fingers on the band of Dean's boxers and pushing them down. Dean did the same for Sam, letting his towel slip off and pool at their feet next to his boxers.

Sam pushed Dean towards the wall, trapping him between it and himself. Dean whimpered as Sam's hands ghosted over his erection. "Come on Sammy." Dean pleaded. Sam grinned and wrapped his hands around both his and Dean's erections, pumping them in time, feeling their cocks slide deliciously together. Dean fell against the wall, wrapping his hands around Sam's, following the pace his brother set. Sam groaned as he felt the pre-ejaculate begin to lube their erections.

Dean rested his head against the wall, leaving his neck exposed as Sam darted in to claim it. Sam stilled his hands, hearing a disappointed gasp escape Dean's lips before running a finger over his older brother's entrance. Dean's breathe hitched and he relaxed against the wall, letting it hold his weight. Sam teased Dean's hole before pressing the tip of his finger in, feeling Dean tighten around him and the sharp hiss that followed. Dean lifted his legs and wrapped them tightly around Sam's waist, pulling him in closer and feeling Sam's erection slide between his cheeks. Sam groaned and pressed Dean against the wall to help hold his weight before plunging the rest of his finger in.

Dean inhaled sharply, feeling his brother's dry digit seek for that special place inside him. "Sammy…" Dean gasped, feeling his brother's mouth blow kisses over his adams apple. "Sammy, need the lube." Dean strangled out, feeling his brother press against his prostate.

Sam grinned, feeling around on the table next to them for the small tube. His smile widened when he found it and squirted some of the clear liquid onto his fingers before plunging them back into Dean's willing hole. Dean gasped at the feel of Sam's second finger as well as the feel of the cool liquid.

Dean gasped as both of Sam's fingers hooked up into his prostate. Sam pressed Dean more insistently against the wall, allowing him to bite at Dean's clavicle. Dean made a high pitched groan as Sam worked his third finger into Dean's prostate. "Sammy…" Dean groaned, hitting his head against the wall of the trailer.

"Oh fuck!"

Dean's eyes opened as he looked into Sam's. "Did you say that?" Dean asked.

"Thought it was you." Sam answered. Dean's eyes widened as Sam stilled his ministrations. Sam turned his head as Dean moved his own to see around Sam's.

"Hi… Robert." Dean answered, untangling his legs from around Sam's waist. He pushed Sam off of him and ran to hide under the covers of the bed.

"Is now a bad time?" Robert asked.

"If you haven't noticed already… Yeah." Sam replied, searching for his discarded towel.

"I only stopped by to tell you that you guys are going to be moving." Robert spoke. 'Holy shit.' Dean thought, 'He doesn't have his fucking megaphone! He has to be a demon… Robert without his megaphone?'

"CHRISTO!" Dean shouted.

"Where to?" Sam asked, giving Dean a dirty look. Dean was hidden under a mountain of sheets, the only part of his brother he could see where his bright green eyes starring through a small hole in the sheets.

"You'll be taking over Leah's trailer." Robert announced.

'Well that explains a lot.' Dean thought, poking his head out from under the sheets.

"You can start to move in after we finish on the set today." Robert explain before exiting the trailer.

Sam looked at Dean, concern in his eyes. "Do you miss hunting, Dean?" Sam asked.

"What?" Dean asked, pulling the covers off of himself and crawling into a fresh pair of boxers.

"I mean, do you miss our old life?" Sam spoke.

"Yeah. But we can't exactly pack up and leave. Once it's done, we can go back to our old life." Dean answered, pulling out a new shirt and slipping it on.

'I don't know if I can go back to our old life… not if it means loosing you.' Sam thought. He sighed and followed his brother out the door to a new day of work.


A/N: Thanks for reading, I hope you enjoyed it. Hope to hear from you guys.