A/N~! Hello everyone! I know its later than I wanted it to be, but I ended up getting a case of writer's block and then my English Comp teacher assigned a paper. So needless to say, that's finished and I should be back up and running with more to add soon.

The gist of this chapter is for me to add a new character and its up to you to find out who he/she is. But with even the vague description I gave, I think it might be a bit obvious.

Hope you all enjoy~

"I'm waitin' for a package to arrive but I have to go help Rufus so I won't be here when it arrives."

"Okay, so what? You want Sam and me to come over and wait for it to get there?"

"Well, ain't it nice of ya ta offer, Dean!"

Sam snorted at Bobby's smart ass comment as that had not been what Dean meant, but then again, Bobby knew that. Dean just shot his phone and his brother a dirty look, "When is the package supposed to arrive?"

"Ta hell if I know. It's just supposed ta be here before tha week's out."

Dean nodded and sighed, "Alright, give us a few hours we should be there soon."

"Aight, see ya boys then."

And with that a click sounded, signaling Bobby's hang up and Dean took his phone off speaker before closing it and stashing it in his pocket.

"Wha'd'ya think it is?" Sam's query cut into Dean's thoughts and he shrugged a bit, "I dunno, I was thinkin' the same thing." He looked over at Sam with a bit of a grin, "But then I started to think about something else."

Sam looked at his green eyed older brother and cocked his head a bit, a grin upon his lips as well, "Oh? And what pray tell would that be?"

Dean licked his lips, "We'll have Bobby's place all to ourselves until he gets home."

Sam felt his cock twitch in interest and was about to reply when a car horn blared behind them, startling both boys and making them see the green light in front of them.

After a six and a half hour drive Sam and Dean are standing in Singer's kitchen listening to Bobby and Rufus go through a checklist and arguing about essentials.

"You think they ever...?" Sam left the whispered question hanging but Dean knew what he meant and a shiver ran through him, "Eew...God no! Besides, I know for a fact that Bobby dreams of Ellen." Sam chuckled in his ear and the two continued watching the elder hunters as they packed and planned.

An hour later finds our favorite duo watching two trucks pull out of Singer Salvage and make their way to a destination unknown. Waving to Bobby as he waves to them out his window Sam grins a bit, "Are you thinking what I'm thinking?"

"That depends." Dean smirks as the dust settles and he turns to look up into the bright hazel eyes of his baby brother. "What are you thinking Sammy?" The look on his face is that of a predator stalking his prey and Sam finds himself backing up a few steps.

"Th-the house is empty, and we've got no-nothing else to do..." He stammers as he then finds himself over the threshold and inside the house. Dean is looking at him like he's something to eat and it's having two effects on Sam. His cock is twitching in interest again and he's stuttering like he hasn't done since he was a kid.

"What's the matter Sammy? Am I making you nervous?" Dean licks his lips as he steps in such a way that Sam must turn to keep him in sight. He takes another step and Sam is once again forced to step in turn. "I'm not going to hurt you Sammy~" Dean's smirk turns into a predatory grin as he takes a step forward and Sam takes one back.

Sam knows his brother won't hurt him, but at this moment, he has no idea what Dean will do. He knows what he wants Dean to do, but that's a different matter all together. Or is it? "D-Dean? Wh-why are you looking at m-me like th-that?" Dean's grin gets wider now and he's then got Sam against a wall in the hallway and his lips are crushing those of his baby brother. All Dean can think of now as he kissing the breath out of Sam is getting him on a flat surface and fucking him hard.

Meanwhile, Sam is thinking he just wants Dean to bend him over something and take him hard and fast.

Interesting how great minds think alike, right?

"Damn, Sammy, I want you so fucking bad!" He panted as he pulled back from the kiss and began to tug as Sam's shirt to get it off. Having successfully removed the offending object he tossed it away, neither male caring where it landed as Dean's shirt followed it moments later thanks to Sam. "Upstairs-"

"That'll take too long." Sam panted, cutting Dean off with another heated kiss, "Kitchen table's closer." He grinned darkly as he led Dean into the kitchen by the waistband of his now opened jeans.

"Might break the table, Sammy."

"I'll buy Bobby a new one."

Dean grins now. He's got Sam backed against the table now and his fingers are tightly gripping the taller's hips. "Well, in that case," He leans in and nips hard at Sam's earlobe and growls out, "Lose 'em." He indicates the still fastened jeans adorning the narrow hips under his fingers. He watched as Sam's eyes stay on his while he kicks off his boots and socks and then shimmies out of his dark wash jeans, letting them fall in a heap around his ankles and stepping out of them. The elder then motions with his index finger for Sam to turn and face the table. He still watched the other as he licks his lips and his breath hitches a couple of times, almost as if her were nervous.

Once Sam is facing away from him Dean steps forward and pressed his still clothed erection against his brother's ass and places one hand on his hip while the other goes to the spot between his shoulder blades forcing him to bend over. "Hold on tight Sammy, I want to take you more than once." He informs the other huskily in his ear while he grinds his clothed hard on into Sam's ass.

Sam's breath hitches again as he feels Dean's erection pulsing against his ass crack through the other's jeans. His own exposed member throbbing in painful arousal as he waits for Dean's next move.

And he doesn't have to wait long. The next thing he feels is Dean's head sliding between his cheeks and pressing at his entrance teasingly. Is Dean really about to take him dry and with no prep? He bites down on his bottom lip as it seems that he is but he then can't bring himself to care as Dean is sliding into him painfully slow. "Shit, Dean!" He grinds out and is met with Dean's own "Fuck! Sammy!" As Sam's channel closes around his pulsing dick and begins to suck him in.

After about a burning minute and a half that seems like an eternity, Dean is balls deep inside of Sam and the younger is moaning like a two dollar whore for Dean to 'Fucking move De!' causing the shorter to grin and do just that. He pulls his hips back and snaps them forward hard causing Sam to cry out in what sounded like a mix of pain and pleasure.

The burn is enough to make Sam want to whimper in pain but the sound that comes out instead is one of pleasure. As Dean's hips snapped against Sam's ass again he groaned out for Dean to go faster. And faster he went. Dean's pace increased as did the preasure with which he thrust into the taller. Sam felt Dean thrust deeper and deeper into his body each time and Sam's moan got louder and louder as well. "FUCK! DEAN!" He cried out as one particular thrust hit his prostate dead on.

Dean let a dark grin cross his lips when Sam screamed out. Keeping that same angle he pulled back with his hips and then yanked Sam back onto his cock hard causing a similar reaction to the prior, "DEAN!" He retaliated with his own groan as Sam's channel tightened roughly around his pulsing member. "Fuck! Sammy, so tight!" He kept thrusting into the taller, fingers gripping hips so tightly they both knew there would be bruises later.

"Dean! Fuck! I'm gonna cum!"

Several thrusts later, and some questionable creaking of the table, Sam exploded over the wooden surface, his spunk coating a white line over the center of Bobby's kitchen table. "OH GOD YES! DEAN!" The scream fell from his lips as three thrusts and several grunts later Dean spilled his seed deep inside of the younger. "Fuck! Sammy!" He grouned out, dropping his forehead to rest between Sam's shoulderblades.

After a few minutes Dean slowly pulled out of Sam, the taller hissing slightly, Dean rubbing soothing circle over his lower back. The elder gave a chuckle and a grin as Sam whimpered at the loss of Dean inside of him. Dean then pulled Sam upright and trailed kisses along the back of his shoulders, "Get dressed, I wanna make a run into town." With that Dean righted himself and fastened his jeans. He was grabbing his shirt from the bottom of the stairs when a loud knock at the door had Rumsfeld barking from the junkyard. "Make sure to clean up the table, Sammy!" He called over his shoulder with a grin.

When Dean opened the door he was met by Sam's hair and his eyes. His own then opened wide in shock, "Sam!" The taller stepped into the hallway with a light laugh that was cut off by what he saw in the door.

"You're Bobby's package?"

So? What'd you think~? You all know the drill~

Love and Good Reading~

NeoCortex~