The two of them had been driving for two hours down a scenic highway, headed to nowhere in particular, when Sam finished telling his story to a very incredulous-looking Dean. "Crowley? That's the demon's name? Well, that's original. So, did Chuck happen to mention in any of his books where we might be able to find this Crowley?"

Sam shook his head. "No, Becky said Bella handed the gun off to him at a crossroads outside of Des Moines, but that was it."

"Great." Dean rolled his eyes. "You know Sam, it just pisses me off. The only thing that bitch ever did was screw us. Man, I really wish she was still alive so I could shoot her ass."

Sam snorted. "Yeah, well, I still owe her from the time she shot me, remember?"

Dean growled. Yeah, he definitely remembered. She had to have been the only person who had ever hurt his Sammy and lived long enough afterwards to tell the tale. "So anyway, this Crowley, we don't know where he is or how to find him but we do know that this thing is a crossroads demon and he has the colt. Anything else?"

"Well, apparently, this Crowley is pretty high up on the crossroads demon chain of command. Becky said he was Lilith's right-hand man and she thinks that he might have also been her lover."

Dean wrinkled his nose in disgust. Whatever that Lilith bitch really was as a human, Dean couldn't help but only think of her as a little girl and that…that was just sick. "So, if Lilith is dead, then I guess right now he's his own boss."

"Uh, yeah, I guess, maybe."

"Alright, well, either way I think we should call Cas in on this one, what'd you think?"

Sam nodded. "Yeah, sounds good. I mean, I don't know how we're going to be able to find him otherwise without us having to just summon him."

"Yeah, and what good is that gonna do, right? I mean, it's not like this thing's gonna be carrying a demon-killing gun on him."

"Exactly."

Dean turned off a highway and onto a gravel road that was densely overgrown with a thick cover of trees and foliage. As far as Dean could tell there were no houses on this road, but it was wholly possible that there were and they had just been swallowed up by the forest that lay on either side of them, so full and grown-in that it almost completely blocked out the sun overhead. After about a quarter mile though, the trees unexpectedly opened up to the sun and he saw a little shoulder on the right side of the road with little dock and a bridge that overlooked an expansive lake. He pulled off to the shoulder and shut off the car. "Well, this looks as good a place as any to give Cas a call." With that, he pulled his cell phone from his pocket and flipped through his contacts until he found the right number.

Castiel picked up on the second ring. "Dean?"

"Yeah Cas, it's me. Look, Sam and I think we might have a lead on the colt. We're on Laurel Road in some little Podunk town called, uh, Eaton way out in the middle of nowhere, Nebraska. Do you think you could –"

"I'm there now."

Castiel's voice travelled to him both through the phone and also from the backseat of the Impala where he had suddenly appeared, still clutching the phone to his ear. The angel looked at them with his usual calm yet intense expression.

Dean turned his body to face Castiel, sighed and quickly shut his phone. "Jesus, Cas."

Castiel then also shut his phone. "Hello Dean. Sam."

"Hey Cas," Sam said. "So, we've got a lead on the colt, we think it's with a demon named Crowley."

Castiel nodded. "I've heard of him."

Dean's eyes widened in surprise. "You have? So, you think you can find him then?"

Cas stared back at Dean. "Fortunately, he should be relatively easier to find than most. Unlike most demons, he has a permanent residence."

Dean blinked in surprise. "Demons keep a permanent residence?"

"This one does. Crowley has a distinct style. He prefers to possess those who can afford him a lavish lifestyle when he's not making deals. I don't doubt that he'll be covering his tracks through some sort of magic so that he can't be found while he's at his residence, but there should still be times when I can track him. Once I find him and track him to his residence then I can try to get inside and get the gun."

"Okay then." Sam shrugged and looked over at Dean. "Sounds great."

"There is one thing. Crowley is cunning; if he has the gun, then he will know that others are trying to find him to get it and I may not be able to get in. In that case, I will need the both of you to find a way inside and I don't suggest going alone."

Sam nodded his head. "Okay, great, yeah. We'll make some calls."

"I'll start looking." They heard Castiel's wings flap and felt a gust of wind on their faces and then he was gone.

Sam shifted his eyes from the empty backseat over to Dean. "How long do you think it'll take him?"

Dean shrugged. "With Cas, who knows?"

Sam leaned over and kissed Dean on the lips. "Well, in the meantime, I guess we'll just wait here, then."

Dean kissed Sam back for a moment but soon pushed him away. "Come on, Cas could call us at any second now."

Sam shrugged and leaned in again. "Well, if he calls, we'll stop."

"Yeah, and if he suddenly shows up when we're naked in the backseat? Come on, we just had sex, like four hours ago." With a final shove, he pushed Sam away and got out of the car and Sam followed.

At that moment, oddly enough, Castiel did call and Sam sat on the hood of the car, turned away from Dean and looked out at the lake while Dean had his conversation. He wasn't sure if it was his imagination or not, but he was starting to worry about Dean; something felt off. He expected Dean to sometimes turn down sex, but since yesterday, Dean seemed to be avoiding touching him and almost even seemed annoyed at Sam's attempts to initiate close physical contact.

His mind flashed to the night before as he had climbed into the king-sized bed that Dean had fortunately gotten for them, at his urging. Dean was already lying in bed, still dressed in his jeans and faded blue button-up shirt, TV remote in hand as he channel-surfed. Sam had expected Dean to just fall asleep the minute his head his head the pillow, so the fact that Dean was still obviously awake and a little restless had given him some hope for sex. He stripped down to his t-shirt and boxer shorts and climbed into bed next to his brother.

"You might not wanna do that, Sammy. If the police get too curious about the dead dude in the hallway and we end up needing to run in the middle of the night, I think you running out in your underwear might draw some attention."

Sam sidled over to Dean and gently kissed him on the side of the neck as he slid a hand down Dean's chest and stomach, finally stopping when it met the crotch of his jeans. He then pushed his lips to Dean's ear. "Am I drawing your attention?" He swiped his tongue along the shell of his ear and then moved his mouth back to Dean's neck, kissing and sucking on it while he also began to slowly drag down the zipper of Dean's jeans. As he did so, he felt Dean's semi-hard length beginning to grow larger.

Dean aimed the remote at the TV and flipped it off and then turned on his side, away from Sam. "Come on Sam, leave me alone; I'm tired."

Sam hadn't been all that surprised to be turned down; after all, he knew that Dean really was tired, but the way he'd done it surprised him. When Dean had turned down sex before, he hadn't acted like this, almost as if he was angry that Sam was touching him.

Sam had decided not to push the issue. "Okay, yeah, I know you are. Would it be alright if I held you?"

"Sure, whatever."

Sam wrapped an arm around Dean's middle, pushing their bodies together. He knew Dean had to be feeling his erection pushing up against his ass, but he really couldn't help it. He wanted sex. He knew Dean had to, too; after all, it had been a little while, but then again, he understood that sometimes sleep had to take precedence. As his erection came into contact with Dean's ass though, he felt Dean's breath hitch a little and his body tensed ever so slightly. Dean definitely wanted this as badly as he did, but he was fighting it. Maybe it was so he could sleep, but being horny and with a hard-on usually wasn't very conducive to getting a good night's sleep. With his arm that was already draped over Dean's body, Sam began rubbing small circles on Dean's stomach, his hand making wider passes with each rotation. He leaned forward until his nose was in Dean's hair and inhaled deeply, taking in Dean's scent, and then began to slowly lay hot, wet, open-mouthed kisses on the back of Dean's neck.

"Are you sure you don't want sex?"

His hand made a circle wide enough that his hand brushed Dean's erection through his jeans. Dean stifled a moan that it seemed he didn't want Sam to hear but also made no attempts to stop him as Sam pulled down his zipper and unbuttoned his jeans. He worked his hand into Dean's pants and rubbed his hard length through the boxers as he continued kissing the back of Dean's neck. Then he moved his mouth to the spot right behind his ear and Dean let out a moan and rolled onto his back.

"C'mere," he growled as he grabbed Sam by the back of the head and brought their mouths together. After that, Dean hadn't put up any more of a fight and, despite his obvious fatigue, the sex that night was great. Of course, the second round the next morning was even better, all hard and vigorous as Dean used all his new-found energy to kiss his back and neck and grab his hips as he drove into him from behind, grunting and holding onto him the entire time.

The sound of Dean's voice broke through his thoughts. He was still talking into his phone. "Going down?" His tongue was practically dripping with mocking sarcasm that Castiel probably wouldn't pick up on and Sam wondered what kind of outdated or otherwise odd turn of phrase that the angel had used this time from his strange repertoire. "Right. Okay huggy-bear, just don't lose him."

Sam turned to face him and watched as Dean shut his phone. "So, what's up? He found him?"

"Yeah, he's making a deal right now. Cas is going to call me back when he gets –"

Dean's phone went off again, playing its usual ringtone of The Scorpions' "Rock You Like A Hurricane" and Dean held up the phone in front of Sam for a second before answering it. "Yeah." There was a pause and then, "That's okay, you did great. We'll take it from here." He hung up and looked up at Sam. "We got him. Cas managed to follow him to his house, but he can't get in. Some Enocian spellwork's keeping him out, so that means we gotta go in there ourselves."

Sam nodded. "How about I'll call Bobby, you call Ellen and Jo?"

Sam fished his phone out from his pocket, dialed Bobby's number and was surprised when Bobby picked up on the first ring. "Hey Bobby, it's Sam."

"Yeah, how ya doing, boy?"

"Good Bobby, real good. Actually, I'm calling because Dean and I think we have a lead on the Colt –"

"Yeah, I know"

"What? You do? How?"

"Could have something to do with Cas standing in my living room."

Sam snorted. Good ol' Cas. "Yeah, I should've figured."

"Cas was filling me in on the details when you called. I can help you with the planning, but with my legs I'm not going to be much help otherwise. You call Ellen and Jo about this? Something this big, they're gonna want in on it."

Sam looked across the car at his brother, who was sitting on the hood, phone held up to his ear, brows knit together in a thoughtful look of concentration while nodding his head. "Yeah, Bobby, Dean's on the phone with them now."

"Well get him to tell them to get their asses over here pronto so we can work something out. If what Cas is telling me is true then we're going to need a good, well thought-out plan before we try and deal with this thing."

"Okay, I will. Dean and I are in Nebraska, so we should be by in a couple of hours."

"Alright, well, you know I ain't going anywhere. See you when you get here."

"Bye, Bobby." Sam shut his phone and then turned his head toward Dean and snapped his fingers at him. Dean didn't stop his conversation but he did look over at Sam who managed, through a few mouthed words and vague hand gestures, to effectively communicate Bobby's message.

Dean nodded at him and then turned away from him again. "Yeah, hey, Ellen, how fast can you and Jo could get over to Bobby's so we can work this whole thing out? Great, see you then." He shut his phone, stuffed it back in his jeans pocket, and looked up at Sam. "They're in Minnesota packing up after finishing up with some werewolf thing. Ellen says they should be at Bobby's in about four hours."

Sam sighed. "Alright, let's get going, I guess."

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Two and a half hour later Sam and Dean were grabbing their duffels out of the trunk and heading up Bobby's drive-way. Bobby opened the screen door and rolled out in his chair to meet them.

"Hey boys; good to see you again so soon."

Dean came up beside Bobby and patted him on the shoulder. "Hey, Bobby; how's life been treating you?"

Bobby rolled his eyes and gestured to his chair. "How do you think, ya idjit?"

Just then Sam came up, bent down, and gave Bobby a hug. Bobby reached out and wrapped his arms around Sam's shoulders, crushing Sam's neck against the old man's bony shoulder. "Ough!" Sam released Bobby and stood back up to his full height. "Hey, Bobby; good to see you."

Bobby smiled at him and then began rolling himself back inside the house. "Well, come on, get in here, I'll bet you boys want to unpack."

Sam and Dean followed Bobby inside and then both of them made their way up to their room to start unpacking.

"You don't think we should take the other room?" Sam asked as he uncertainly grabbed a shirt from his duffel bag.

Dean, who was unpacking with gusto, smirked at Sam. "Nah. This is our usual room. Besides, this room is the one with the private bathroom; they snooze, they lose, Sammy."

"What are you, eight?" Sam laughed and then grabbed a few more articles of clothes, this time with much more confidence, and brought the already folded items over to the same dresser where Dean was already hurriedly packing his things in one of the top drawers. Dean moved to the side as he jammed shirts and pants into the drawer so that Sam could also begin to put away his things. Sam crouched and then got down on his knees so he could start putting his clothes away when he looked over and saw Dean's crotch in his face. He dropped the clothes and grabbed the backs of Dean's thighs.

"Hmm, I can think of a few things we could do in that private bathroom," he growled.

"You know, we don't have a lot of time before Ellen and Jo get here." Dean's words sounded hesitant, but his tone was deep and gravelly with arousal and god, if that didn't make Sam want this all the more.

"That's okay." With a quick flick of the tongue he flipped up Dean's zipper and then leaned forward, caught it in his teeth, and slowly brought it, tooth by tooth, all the way down.

"Mmm." Sam looked up and saw Dean staring down at him, his eyes heavily lidded and pupils blown wide with lust. "You look so fucking hot right now. Shit, Sam, what're you going to do, you gonna suck my cock right here, gonna do it right now where someone could hear us?"

Sam moved his hands from the backs of Dean's thighs to his ass, firmly grabbing a hard, muscled globe in each hand. "You think you can be quiet?"

In reply, Dean reached down and unbuttoned his jeans and Sam gruffly pulled them and his boxers down and they fell to the floor. Dean's cock was already hard and swollen and Sam slowly ran the tip of his tongue along the tip of the head, and then in the slit, teasing him. With one hand he reached up and began rubbing a finger against the sensitive area behind Dean's balls.

Dean closed his eyes and stifled a moan. "Shit, Sam. Pants off, on the bed, now."

Sam hurriedly toed off his shoes, ripped off his socks, pulled off his pants and boxers, rushed over to the bed, and climbed onto it, getting down on his hands and knees. Dean was there in an instant, standing by the bed. "Get on your side. Face me."

His side? Feeling a little confused now, Sam did as he was told. "What're you going to do, Dean?"

Dean lay down on his side so that his head was facing the foot of the bed, his hard cock in Sam's face and he then bent his left leg at the knee and rested his foot behind his right leg so that Sam had full access to him and he finally understood what Dean was getting at. He felt Dean massaging his hard length and then the soft wetness of a tongue as it slid along every inch of his head and then Sam moved his legs into a similar position to Dean's so that his hands and mouth could roam anywhere he wanted around his aroused, sensitive flesh. Sam looked down for a moment to watch Dean's tongue as it gingerly licked him, darting in and out of those perfectly full lips and then he pushed the head of Dean's hard cock past his own lips and stopped. Instead of moving, he kept the head in his mouth, sucking and licking it, until he felt Dean move his hips forward, forcing more of it into his mouth and that was when he began to move, sinking his mouth down further and further along the hard shaft with each movement of his head until he had Dean as far as he could comfortably fit inside his mouth. Dean, in turn took Sam in as deeply as he could and started up a steady rhythm, sucking him nice and slow. Sam could feel warm air gently ghost across his balls with each time Dean exhaled through his nose and when he began using his free hand to massage Sam's balls, Sam let out a muffled moan that vibrated around Dean's dick. Dean moaned in response and his mouth slowly picked up the pace. Within minutes, Sam let out a muffled shout and then he was coming, wave upon wave of hot come filling Dean's mouth. Dean swallowed and then licked his lips, catching any extra drops that might have been lingering there.

Sam gave an extra hard suck and Dean threw his head back in pleasure. "Fuck yeah, mm, Sam, a-ah, that's it, just like that!"

Dean's words brought another moan out of Sam as he brought the pace up to a feverish pace, sucking Dean hard and fast in a way that almost begged him to come.

"Saaaaammm, aahh, fuck, baby, yes, gonna –"

Dean exploded into Sam's mouth and Sam swallowed it down and continued to suck until Dean was completely spent and starting to go a little limp. Sam released Dean's cock and then Dean turned around and climbed on top of Sam, kissing him passionately. Sam could taste the salty musk of both of their releases mingling in his mouth. They were both so busy with each other that they didn't notice when the door to the bedroom opened and Jo stepped into the room.

When she saw them, she gasped and both brothers whipped their heads toward the door and in her direction.

"Shit!" Without thinking, Dean quickly jumped off of Sam and began grabbing for his pants beside the bed, while Sam, feeling his entire body flush red in mortification, grappled with the covers in a desperate attempt to pull them over his half-naked body.

Jo's cheeks turned bright red and she squeezed her eyes shut in obvious embarrassment. "Sorry, didn't mean to – we just got here, I heard voices, thought I'd say 'hi,' – so sorry!" She turned and bolted from the room, taking care to shut the door behind her.

In the meantime, Dean had finally managed to get his pants back on and he raced out of the room behind her, leaving Sam alone and horrified.

Jo raced back to her and her mom's room and shut the door behind her. She had been in the middle of throwing sheets on the bed when she'd heard some muffled sounds coming out of Sam and Dean's room and realized that they must've already arrived and thought she'd pop on over to their room to greet them.

Wow, what a terrible idea that had been. She turned back to the bed and began smoothing out the clean sheet she'd just thrown over it.

Dean burst into the room, fully dressed and a little breathless, and held his hands up in front of his chest, palms out. "Jo, wait a minute, I –"

Jo shut her eyes and shook her head. "Please, not now, Dean."

"Just, Jo, please, don't freak out."

Jo looked down and began tucking the bottom of the bed sheet under the mattress. "Do I look like I'm freaking out? I just really don't want to talk about it. You're with Sam, whatever, it's fine."

Dean gaped at her in open-mouthed shock. "It's…fine?"

Was it fine? No, not really. It was kind of gross and, if she was being really honest with herself, she still had a little crush on Dean. But they had bigger problems at hand, like getting the Colt and hunting the Devil, so any kind of discussion about Sam and Dean's sexuality or their incestuous relationship, not to mention her personal feelings about it, would just have to take a backseat. She looked back down to the bed and began tucking the bottom edge of the bed sheet underneath the mattress. "I mean, three years ago I probably would have had some sort of nervous breakdown over it, maybe even as recently as a year ago I would have seriously freaked out, and God knows what would have happened, but –" She looked up at him and shrugged. I grew up, she thought. "People change."

Dean was standing still, giving her a hard look. "What changed?"

What changed? A few things. She'd grown up in the past couple of years since she'd started hunting with her mom and in that time, she'd realized a few things about Dean, like that no matter how much he flirted with her that he would still always treat her like a little sister instead of a lover. She'd also finally met enough men along the way to figure out the difference between a man who calls a woman the next morning and one who doesn't and unfortunately Dean wasn't on the right side of that dividing line. And then there was that thing with Sam. When she'd first met the Winchesters, she'd been too interested in laying a claim on Dean to see it, but there was something about Sam and Dean's relationship that was…different. She'd never quite figured it out, but it was definitely there, and as she'd sat thinking about Dean during stake-outs, long hours of research, driving, and down-time, she'd realized with increasing clarity that it was probably something that she shouldn't get in the middle of. And then when she'd walked into that room and saw the two of them laying on top of each other, half-naked and frantically kissing each other, it was like the last piece of a complicated puzzle had finally clicked into place.

She looked Dean in the eye. "I just realized that you could never be mine."

"I'm not gay."

Jo stepped into Dean's space and cupped his cheek in her hand. "Oh, Dean." She sighed. "Tell Sam to get dressed so we can work out our plan for tonight." With that she stepped out of the room and headed down the stairs.

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Alright, so please let me know if you see any typos or anything that's out of character. Also, if any of you are reading "Knock Next Time!" as well as this fic, you'll see how differently Jo responds to Sam and Dean's relationship. She's meant to be the same Jo, except by now she's a little older and a little wiser, having really grown up from the temperamental kid she once was, but please let me know if she seems a little OOC. We'll talk.

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