Disclaimer: I don't own supernatural. I just have a big imagination.

The Winchester boys had spent the day going around the town of Jericho trying to get information about the case. They had a run in on a bridge just outside of town with law enforcement where the latest missing person's car was left abandoned. Finding out that the only connection between the victims is that they are all male. Luckily they hit a lucky streak when they drove into town to question the girlfriend of the victim. Amy was hanging missing posters around the town. The boys gave a small lie about being related to her boyfriend Tory, saying they were looking for him as well.

Sitting in a café with her and one of her friends they learned about a local legend of a woman who died on the bridge who was said to hitch hike, whoever picks her up goes missing forever. Bingo they had a ghost. The boys thanked the girls and returned to the motel to research. It wasn't long until they found their ghost, a young woman who committed suicide on the bridge after her two children drown. That night they would return to the bridge to check for clues.

The boys stood looking over the railing into the water while Sam attempted to start a conversation. "So you really think Dad would have been here?" Dean gave a shrug of his shoulders, turning around , taking a few steps away from Sam. "Well he was chasing this lead and we are chasing him so…" Sam interrupted his brother, "Dean I told you I got to be back by Monday." Dean turned to face Sam. "Yeah I know, what you think you're just going to live a normal life and marry your girl? Does Jessica know the truth about you? The things we hunt? The things we've done?"

Sam took a forceful step towards Dean saying "No and she's never going to know!" Dean had anger in his voice when he spoke, "You have a responsibility Sammy." Sam scoffed, "To who? To dad? To you? We hunted evil things Dean! And the things we've done were a mistake. It never should have happened." The anger and hurt inside the older brother boiled over. He grabbed Sam by the front of his coat pushing him back into a support beam on the bridge. His face was serious, "Don't talk about it like that. What we had wasn't a mistake." Dean let go of Sam and turned away just in time to see a woman in a white gown standing on the railing , watching them. Had she heard what they said? "Sam…?" The younger brother turned his head, noticing her too. She looked Dean dead in the eye just before she jumped from the edge. They ran to the rail looking down into the water but nothing was there. The boys looked at each other. "We gotta find where Dad was staying. There's another motel here in town let's check it out."

As the boys pulled up to the shady looking motel Dean got out to go to the office and rent a room. He returned wearing a smile. Apparently the name on his fake credit card matched the name of another man who rented a room here for a month. Sam picked the lock to the room and they walked in to find a mess. There was the smell of old food that had started to rot, salt on the floor in front of the door and in the window sills. Missing persons papers on the walls and dad's journal sat on the foot of the bed. Dean rushed over picking it up flipping through it to find a page in the back the read Dean 35-111. "Dad wouldn't have just taken off and left this unless he knew we would find it, see he left these coordinates. This is where he's gone."

Sam was looking at a print of the article about Constance, the woman from the bridge. "Looks like Dad figured it out. She's a woman in white. That's the connection between her victims." Dean came to stand behind Sam, who quickly moved away from the older man. Dean gave a sigh, "Great Dean why did you have to go and try and seduce him last night. He can't even stand to be close to you." Dean cleared his throat choosing to ignore Sam's need to be far away from him. "Yeah a woman in white that means she was cheated on in life. That's the connection between all her victims. They've all been unfaithful." Sam continued to look around the room for clues. "Maybe Dad couldn't find the bones and left it here for you to finish The job.", said Sam. Dean moved to sit on the edge of the bed. Flipping through the journal again. "No, dad wouldn't leave unless he thought the job was done. She had to have another weakness somewhere."

Suddenly Dean realized that the room was small, with only one bed. He needed to get away from Sam before the feelings he was trying to bury surfaced. "Hey I'm gonna go get some food from the dinner down the street want some?" Sam who was flipping through some papers on the night stand gave a quick "No thank you." Dean stood pulled on his leather jacket walking out of the room. It was late but the dinner was just up the road. He hoped it was open twenty-four hours. He turned the key in the ignition and baby roared to life. He turned the wheel left to head to his destination but the car turned right instead. Spooked he pressed the brake but the gas floored, the car was driving itself. Dean looked up into the rearview mirror to see the ghost of Constance sitting in the back. "Take me home." She said.

The impala pulled up in front of an old farm house that looked like it had been abandoned for years. The car shut off, the doors locking . Dean tried to pull up the lock and take off running but the locks were stuck in place. The ghost in the back spoke again. "I can never go home." She suddenly appeared in the front with Dean, straddling his lap. She kissed him passionately, but he shoved her back. "You can't kill me, I've never been unfaithful." She gave a wicked sneer, pressing her body into him. "No, but your boyfriend took a new lover before ending things with you and he will come for you." Dean struggled to reach the door lock , but she held him down. "He made things loud and clear when he took off, it was my choice not to move on." "She dug her fingers into his chest, trying to grip his heart. Dean screamed in pain. "Still I've seen into your soul. You've sinned by sleeping with your brother, that I can not forgive. I will have you both." Dean reached instead for the keys and started the car, flooring the gas. "Im taking you home." The impala jerked forward speeding into the house crashing through the wall, coming to a stop in the living room. Everything went black.

Back at the motel Sam had found a note in John's journal with the location of where Constance had been buried. He glanced up at the clock. An hour had passed, Dean should have been back already. Something was wrong. He ran out to the parking lot finding a car unlocked he quickly hotwired it. Speeding off towards the old farm house where her bones were located in the back yard. Something in his gut told him Dean had found out she was buried there and had gone to burn her bones himself. Something had to have gone wrong. Upon arrival his stomach sank as he took in the scene. The impala was parked inside the house. He threw the stolen car in park, rushing inside. "Dean!", he called out. He heard a weak groan coming from the front of the impala. Running over to the passenger door to find Dean coming to in the driver's seat. He opened the door, "Come on I got you De." Dean looked up at him as he pulled his brother from the car. The look on Dean's face was…sad. Sam using his nickname for his brother when they were lovers stung. "You ok?" Dean stood a bit shaky rubbing the back of his head. "Yeah but you shouldn't have come. She wants you." Sam was confused. "What? But I haven't been..." The ghost appeared in front of them before he could finish his sentence. A look of hatred on her face. A heavy wooden desk slid across the floor pinning the boys against the car. This ghost was powerful, they needed to escape fast. As they struggled to break free water started to pour down into the room from the stairs. The ghost turned in fear as the apparition of two small children appeared before her. Wrapping their arms around her she screamed. Suddenly the three ghosts seemed to catch fire, melting into the floor. They were gone.

The pressure holding the desk against the boys was also gone. Sam pushed it away and climbed over, helping Dean around it as well. They pushed the impala out of the house to find her in decent shape, she would need a new headlight but that was the only damage considering she went through a wall. Dean looked up at Sammy. "What the hell just happened in there?" Sam explained the second part of the woman in white legend. "The article said her children were drown in a bathtub upstairs. She killed them after finding her husband was unfaithful and feared returning here where their spirits awaited her. Eager to drag her soul to hell where she belonged." Dean shrugged. "Remind me to never have kids."

Back in the car Sam was mapping out the coordinates John had left in the journal as Dean drove, the radio playing softly in the background. "Ok so it looks like Dad went to Blackwater Ridge Colorado. I've circled it on the map you should have an easy time finding it." Dean glanced over at his younger brother, "Sounds charming, hey if I shag ass we can make it there by morning." Sam refused to look at him, afraid that if he saw his face he wouldn't have the strength to do what he needed to. "Dean my interview is in ten hours." Dean looked back at the road in front of him. "Fine I'll take you back to her." Sam spoke softly, regret in his voice. "Dean it isn't about her, I have a life. Look I'm sorry about what I said earlier. What we had was real…but that's over now. I've moved on and you have too." "Hey no chick flick moments. Don't worry I have." Dean lied, humor in his tone. Sam smiled with a reply of, "Jerk." To which Dean answered, "Bitch."

The impala pulled up just in front of the entrance to Sam's apartment. Dean put it in park and got out, walking around to Sam's side just as Sam shut the passenger side door. Dean leaned against the car door standing just in front of his brother. It was silent for a minute as they just looked at each other. They were so close Sam could feel the warmth coming from Dean. The youngest was the first to speak. "So…maybe I can meet up with you later?" Dean nodded his head a toothy grin on his face, "Yeah alright." Before Sam could think about what he was doing he leaned down bringing his face closer to Dean. Their lips barely an inch apart. His voice cracked as he spoke the words, "I guess this is goodbye…" Dean's own voice was deep and lust filled. "If that's what you want." Sam could feel his breath mixing with Dean's. One slight movement from either of them would mean no turning back. Sam's heart raced, palms sweaty. He pressed their lips together timidly.

Any strength Dean had summoned to hold back vanished. He grabbed his brother by the coat, pulling their bodies flush. They were a mess of limbs as Dean returned the kiss fiercely, he gently bit Sam's bottom lip, causing the younger to gasp, parting his lips. Dean took advantage of the moment to slide his tongue into Sam's mouth. Sam pawed at Dean's leather jacket with a desperate need for their bodies to be impossibly closer. He could feel Dean's erection starting to grow, pressing into his leg. Dean spun them around picked Sam up by the hips, placing him so he was sitting on the hood of the impala, sliding between Sam's legs. "Fuck Sammy…" the words came out raspy, desire had completely taken over logical thought. " Gonna fuck you right here." His hands went to work on the button of Sam 's jeans but were halted by Sam placing a hand over his own. Dean knew it was over the moment he looked into Sam's eyes, so full of shame.

He saved himself the pain of being pushed away, stepping back. Once his path was clear Sam walked away he opened the door to his apartment without a look back. Dean watched his entire world walk away from him. He leaned back against the impala, furious with himself for losing control. "So much for leaving him alone you fucking idiot." He thought to himself. More than likely he would never hear from his baby brother ever again. Perhaps that was for the best. Sam was out of the hunting life. He was safe, Dean could live the rest of his life with that thought. Even if he would never feel a moment of happiness ever again. Suddenly he heard the sound of Sam screaming inside the apartment. He rushed forward, kicking the front door in.

Sam closed the door behind him. What had he done. He had meant to just give a goodbye kiss. Closure for the way he had left things between them two years ago. How could he let his feelings for his brother cloud his judgement like that. He wasn't sure how he would act when he had to face Jess but he could never tell her. He had never cheated in his life so the desire to fess up and be honest was strong. He could never tell her. Cheating was one thing, but admitting to her that it was his brother…never happening. He walked down the hall into the bedroom. "Jess?" He called out to her but no reply. The shower was running so she probably couldn't hear him over the water. He laid down at the foot of the bed. His eyes closed trying to erase the past few minutes from his thoughts. Something dripped from the ceiling onto his cheek. "Great a leak in the roof." He thought. When he opened his eyes fear over came him. Jess was pinned to the ceiling just like his mother had been the night she died. "NO!" he screamed at the top of his lungs. In an instant she caught fire. Flames exploding forth consuming the ceiling along with her body. He screamed her name just as Dean ran into the room calling his name. Dean grabbed Sam , "We gotta get out of here." Dean drug his brother from the apartment, Sam screaming Jessica's name repeatedly the entire way out.

The flashing of police lights could be seen bouncing off of the apartment building as Dean stood watching smoke rushing out of the windows of Sam's bedroom. Sam stood at the back of the impala loading a shot gun from the trunk. As Dean came to stand next to him Sam's face was void of anything but anger. He tossed the shotgun into the trunk. "We got work to do." Was all he said before he slammed the trunk shut.

Weeks had passed since the night that Jess burned to death. The Winchester boys had worked every case John had left on his trail. They had hunted a wendigo, ghosts, a skinwalker, but they were no closer to finding John. Or to figuring out why Jess suffered the same fate as their mother. They were spending the night in a crappy motel room after just taking out a nasty Indian curse involving bugs in Oklahoma. It was dark in the room, both Sam and Dean were fast asleep. But Sam seemed to be having a nightmare. He tossed and turned in bed, sweat forming a shine over his features. He woke suddenly, bolting upright in bed. "Dean!" The older Winchester rolled over giving a groggy "What?" Sam stood pacing the floor as Dean sat up watching him. "I just had a dream about a family living in our old house. Something is haunting them." Dean laid back down, covering his head with a pillow. "Sam you were six months old the last time we were there, are you sure it was our house?" Sam pulled the blankets off his brother. " I've seen it in pictures I'm sure." Dean sat back up as Sam went on. "Dean I feel it. Somethings out to get the people living there." Dean sighed before saying, "Will you feel better if we drive by, check things out?" Sam gave his brother a thankful look. "Please." Twenty minutes later their duffels were packed. They hit the road towards Lawrence Kansas.

Dean sat in the driver's seat obviously pissed. "I swore to myself I'd never go back there." Sam sat silent for a second before he finally spoke. "Dean I have these nightmares…and sometimes they come true." Dean wasn't feeling it. "Yeah well people have weird dreams all the time." Sam turned to look out the window. "I dreamt about Jessica's death for days before it happened. We have to check…just to make sure." Dean's anger melted away. "I know we do." It was just past noon when they pulled up in front of the house where their lives changed forever. They both sat in the car for what seemed like forever before Sam opened the door, shortly followed by Dean. They crossed the path leading to the front door, giving an anxious knock.

When a blonde woman opened the door Sam took over before Dean could. "Hi I'm Sam Winchester this is my brother Dean. We used to live here we were just wondering if we could take a look at the house?" the woman gave a warm smile introducing herself as Jenny, inviting them in to the kitchen where her two children were. " So how do you like the house?" said Sam. Her reply was modest. "Well no offense to your childhood home but it needs work. The wiring is bad, lights flicker constantly." Dean gave a nervous smile. "That's to bad." He was beyond uncomfortable. The little girl sitting at the table spoke up timidly. "Momma ask them if it was here when they lived here." Sam looked at her. "What is it sweetie?" She responded with the classic kid line, "The thing in my closet." The woman jumped into the conversation. "No sweetie there wasn't anything in their closets you were having a bad dream." "I wasn't dreaming! It came into my bedroom and it was on fire." The little girls words shocked the brothers who locked eyes in silence. "Well thank you for letting us visit the house again. We better be on our way." Dean practically drug Sam from the house.

Once they were back in the impala Sam started going on about the activity in the house being a malevolent spirit. "Look I'm just freaked out by your creepy visions man ok." Dean said, sounding a bit agitated. "Well do you think it's the thing that killed Mom and Jess?" Sam was just as agitated. "I don't know." Dean pulled into a gas station parking the car. They got out as Dean started to fuel the impala. "We have to chill out man. We gotta treat this like any other job." Sam agreed, "Yeah we need to look into the history of the house." Dean replied, "Yeah but we already know it." Sam hated to ask but he had too. "How much do you remember." Dean's gaze was straight ahead yet he seemed to be looking into the memory of another time. "I remember the fire…the heat…then carrying you out. You were crying. So small wrapped in a blue blanket. I knew from then on I had to take care of you. Be whatever kind of big brother you needed me to be." Sam's heart skipped a beat. "You did?" Dean sniffed then cleared his throat. "Yeah I did."

They drove around talking to a few of John's old friends coming up with no leads until one guy pointed them in the direction of a psychic named Missouri Mosley. Dean mentioned that the first line written in John's journal read "I went to Missouri and found out the truth." They arrived at he door step but before they could knock it was already opening a man walked out followed by a middle age African American woman speaking in a voice as sweet as sugar. "Don't worry your pretty little head about it your wife loves you." She turned to the boys. "Well Sam, Dean come on in I ain't got all day." They looked at each other before stepping in. Missouri closed the door behind them. "Poor bastard. His wife is banging the mailman." They followed her into the living room where she continued to speak. "You two sure did grow up handsome." She gripped Sam's hand and sadness took over her face. "Aww Sam your dad's missing? And I'm sorry about your girlfriend but you need to follow what your heart is telling you it needs." Her eyes darted over to Dean as she said the last part. Dean chuckled, Sam swallowed hard. She took a seat in a recliner while motioning for them to sit on the couch. As they did so Dean's thoughts strayed to if she knew about him and Sam. Could she see the times they had made love? Guess none of that mattered now since Sam could hardly bare to look at him. She pointed a finger at him, "Boy don't you have those pervy thoughts about your brother in my house. And you need to have more confidence in yourself. Those scars on your back are proof that you're good at what you do." She smiled, Sam's jaw practically hit the floor, Dean made a shocked choking sound. "I…I wasn't thinking." She laughed. "Mmhmm, you can't lie to me boy." She told them everything she knew about what had happened the night their mother died. As well as the fact there was indeed a bad spirit in the house. She recalled everything she could for them about John coming to visit her. Most importantly she told them that she didn't know what killed their Mom but that it was pure evil. She invited them for dinner where they fully enjoyed a home cooked meal. Just before sending them on their way she hugged them both before saying, "Don't worry your secret is safe with me. Love doesn't know wrong, you two need to talk about your feelings."

They booked a room at a motel in town, settling in for the night. They both sat on their own beds in silence for awhile. Dean looked over at Sam, clearing his throat. "You wanna talk about what Missouri said?" Sam tried to play dumb. "About dad?" Dean rose and sat at the foot of Sam's bed. "About us?" Sam laughed it off. "What were you thinking about when she called you a perv?" Dean gave a serious look before saying bluntly, "Fucking your brains out on this bed." It was meant to be a joke in bad taste. "Then do it." Dean laughed for a second before he gave Sam a confused look. "Wait what?" Sam noticed the look of hope in Dean's eyes. But right now Sam just wanted to forget everything. Sam bit his bottom lip, "Do it." He took the invitation, laying Sam back on the bed, climbing on top of him, pressed between the younger man's legs. He sealed their lips in a passionate kiss. Sam arched his body up against Dean, wrapping his legs around his brothers hips. Dean moved his mouth to Sam's neck, kissing and licking the soft skin there, biting it with force but not enough to cause real pain. Sam moaned at the sensation, running his hands down the length of deans strong back, up under the shirt tracing the slight rise of the scars up to the shoulder blades lifting the shirt and pulling it off his brother. Dean worked his tongue up Sam's neck to his ear where he whispered, "God I've wanted to feel your hands again for so long Sammy. Gonna fuck you so good all night long." Sam moaned in response as Dean pulled his younger brother's shirt off putting his tongue back to work down Sam's chest to his stomach pausing just above his jeans button. His hands went to work undoing the button along with the zipper in a flash.

He pulled the jeans down along with Sam's boxers to his knees. Sam was already fully hard. He licked his lips before taking it into his mouth. Sam gasped bucking his hips up into Dean's mouth. And Dean took him to the hilt like a pro. Working his mouth up and down Sam's length, deep throating him. Sam's fingers ran through Dean's hair as he groaned. "Fuck Dean, feels so good." Dean picked up the pace, wrapping a hand around Sam's shaft, quickening his movements. Before long he had reduced Sam into a whimpering, moaning, mess. Sam couldn't take much more. "De…gonna cum…fuck!" As soon as the words left his lips he came into Dean's mouth. His big brother continuing to suck him down to the hilt as he swallowed the load, intent on getting every single drop out of Sam. When he was finished he pulled Sam's cock out of his mouth with a wet pop sound, swallowing. Sam was still whimpering, shaking from the shocks of his orgasm.

Dean pulled Sam's jeans and boxers the rest of the way off, throwing them on the floor to be forgotten. He left the bed long enough to retrieve a bottle of lube from his duffel bag returning to stand at the foot of the bed. His eyes never left Sam's as he undid his belt and jeans pulling them off along with his boxer briefs in one swift motion before returning to rest between Sam's legs again. He kissed his brother passionately. Sliding his tongue into Sam's mouth making him taste his own cum. "You really want this Sammy? Want big brother to make love to you?" Sam ran a hand down Dean's chest, "No, fuck me…hard." Dean stroked his full hard cock as Sam watched. "Want me to fuck your brains out? I promise you're gonna walk with a limp tomorrow." Sam licked his lips nodding a yes. Dean popped the cap of the lube pouring some out onto his fingers , pressing his middle finger against Sam's entrance. "You sure?" Sam replied with a yes, bucking his hips against Dean's finger.

Dean pushed one finger in. Sam's eyes grew wide, he hissed, gritting his teeth together. Dean waited a moment for Sammy to adjust. It had been two years since Sam had sex with anyone but a woman and would need to be stretched again to take Dean. He worked in a second finger, scissoring them back and forth, stretching Sam's hole before adding a third and finally a forth. If he was really going to take Sam hard he needed to be sure he was open. With the forth finger Sam tensed up, Dean held still for a few minutes waiting before he continued. Once Sam started moaning and reached down taking his own once again hard cock into his hand and began stroking it Dean knew he was ready. He pulled his fingers out of Sam. Earning a whine of complaint. He once again popped the top on the lube this time coating his cock with it. He tossed the bottle onto the floor and arched Sam's hips for a better angle.

Sam's height was much different than the last time they were together and he would have to adjust for it so that he could still reach Sam's face as he fucked him. He pressed the tip of his length against his lovers entrance, leaning down to kiss Sam before pushing in past the first ring of muscle. He hissed out a sharp breath while Sam squirmed beneath him. "Fuck Sammy, you're tighter than I remember." It took a moment before he was fully surrounded by Sam. Looking into his brothers eyes he asked one final time, "Ready?" Sam locked eyes with him and responded. "Fuck me De…hard. Don't hold back." Dean pulled out to the head. Slamming back into Sam. The headboard crashed into the wall behind it at the same time as Sam let out a yelp. Dean repeated, pulling out to the tip and slamming back into Sam with each thrust. He placed Sam's legs over his shoulders, one palm flat against the wall behind the bed, finding a rhythm he sped up his movement. Pounding Sam ruthlessly. The bed creaked beneath them as the headboard continued to slam into the wall.

Sam was coming apart under Dean. He had already cum again twice his stomach slick with it, yet Dean wasn't close to stopping. He pushed Sam further and further towards climax again with the words he spoke as he pounded his brother's ass. "Fuck Sammy, so tight. Yeah that's it baby boy cum again for big brother. Gonna fuck you til you pass out." Dean scooped up some of Sam's cum from his stomach. Pushing his fingers into the younger man's mouth, Sam eagerly closed his lips around Dean's fingers, sucking and licking them clean. "How's that taste? Want some more? God you're so fucking hot Sammy. You're loving it. Me feeding you your own cum." Sam came a forth time the mess on his stomach spilling over onto the sheets. Sam moaned loudly riding the high of his orgasm. "De can't take anymore please. Need you to cum." Dean smirked a devilish grin. "Oh no baby boy I'm not there yet." Dean couldn't stop. He slammed into Sam so hard the bed shifted. The headboard was pressed flat against the wall now only making a dull thump from lack of space to give under Dean's hard thrusts.

Sam was finished he couldn't take anymore. He'd cum two more times and now he was so exhausted he wouldn't even get hard again. Dean finally gave a deep grunt and said, "Gonna cum for you baby boy. Want me to cum in your tight little ass?" Sam somehow found words to say, "De please!" and Dean delivered. He slammed into Sam one final time spilling his load into the younger man with a loud moan. Sam whimpered and squirmed under Dean. He could feel Dean's cock throbbing, feel the liquid heat of cum shooting out into him. Once every last drop was inside Sam the older Winchester pulled out, his cock glistening with cum, still rock hard for the moment. His load leaked out of Sam onto the bed, Sam's hole red and open still. Sam relaxed into the mattress as Dean leaned down he gently kissed his forehead, cheeks, lips. He leaned over picking his shirt up off the floor and used it to clean Sam's cum covered stomach before picking him up and laying him on the other bed where they could sleep. He crawled into bed next to Sam who snuggled up close. "Love you De." Dean smiled and replied, "Love you more baby boy." Sam was asleep almost immediately. Dean held him for awhile before he drifted off himself.

There we go. We are done with chapter 2. Thank you for reading. I'm currently halfway through writing chapter 3. More updates coming soon. Please review. It give me the strength to continue.

Kyna.