The Death of a Beautiful Tape: Avenging Alice

Dean's loss of words was apparently only temporary as his eyebrows shot up toward his hairline and he bellowed: "SAMMY! THAT'S MY FAVORITE GADDAMN TAPE!"

"uhh.. Hee.. Err.." Sam mentally spanked himself for his loss of vocabulary.

Dean took a slow, calming breath. "Just tell me what happened to it."

Sam didn't answer. How could he even think of answering when he was hard again and Dean was so… Dean. Sam dove into Dean's personal space, grabbing his head with both hands a ravaging his mouth. Stopping when the need for air became overwhelming. Grabbing at Deans shirtless shoulders, Sam pulled Dean on top of him. A muffled whimper was heard, and neither was sure who it came form.

Sam sighed in relief, Dean had, at least momentarily, forgotten about his poorly departed Alice Cooper tape.

But then, Dean really loved that tape. No matter how needy Sam's touches and kisses were, it was ALICE COOPER! Snaking his hand under the front drivers seat, Dean grinned when he found what he was looking for.

Sam gasped as Dean's teeth found that sensitive spot of flesh behind his left ear. Moaning his brothers name as he thrusts up into Dean, needing to find his sweet release.

Dean thrust into his brothers groin with his own, holding him there, grinning at the long whimper coming from his brothers lips. Biting Sam's left ear, seeing him squirm beneath him. Dean moved Sam's hands, making reassuring noises at his brothers protests.

Sam stopped moving, stopped breathing, and looked up at his brother with wide eyes as he heard and felt the handcuffs securing his wrists. Looking up, seeing that he is now HANDCUFFED to the door handle, Sam started to beg Dean for his freedom.

"shhh, Sam, normally I love to hear you beg, especially while in handcuffs, sorry about that by the way, the fuzzy ones are in the trunk." Dean's look was unreadable.

One thought ran through Sam's overactive brain. 'Oh shit! Oh shit! Oh shit! Oh shit! Oh shit!'

"Sammy, baby, where is my other baby?" Dean is still unreadable.

Sam knows Dean wouldn't really hurt him, but there is the chance that he would really beat the crap out of him. 'Oh well' thought Sam. "Deany-poo, were on your other baby." Sam was so going to die for this.

"Sweetie, I mean my other, other baby. Not you, not the car, not my favorite knife, not even my sunglasses. Where is my Alice?" Dean is really getting angry now. His normally pouty lips now form a thin line.

"I uhh, err…" 'Oh shit! Oh shit! Oh shit! Oh shit!'

"Ok, be that way." Dean unzipped Sam's pants, pulling out his hard cock. Blowing on the head, Sam shuddered. Kissing the tip, Sam made a deformed half moan half gurgle. Licking from shaft to tip, Sam sounded like he was possessed, every curse word he new, not just the ones in English either, came flowing out of his mouth.

Dean stopped, Sam whined. Dean sat up on his knees, Sam did the 'fish out of water' thing. Dean got out of the car, Sam screamed. "DEAN WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOUR DOING! GET BACK IN HERE! NOW!" Dean got back in… the drivers seat.

Sam whined like a little girl for 15 miles of cold air hitting his exposed dick.

"Sammy, Sammy, Sammy. How did Alice die?" When Dean received a very angry and aroused 'Fuck you' he reached behind the drives seat and waved his index finger, although it could have been his middle finger, at Sam. "No Alice, No come. It's that simple.

'Why did Dean have to be right?' Sam thought to himself. 'I'm still aroused that nothing I can think of will make it go away, but I'm not aroused enough to come by myself.' Sam was screwed.

The sounds of Ziggy Stardust calmed Deans nerves to a certain degree. Sam was really starting to irritate him. Pulling onto the side of the road when he saw that the next town was only 5 miles away, Dean turned the radio off. "Last chance Sammy, I promise that if you tell me what happened, I will suck your dick until your ears bleed." He let the sound of Sam's panting breath fill the car for a few moments. "Otherwise, I un-cuff you and you jerk yourself off on the side of the road. Your choice."

"I sort of, umm, used it to scrape the ice off the window in Minnesota last month. It got all wet and chipped, I didn't want you to see it like that so I threw it away." The last few words came out in a rush of excitement as Sam remembered how good Deans lips felt wrapped around hi cock..

"YOU USED ALICE COOPER TO SCRAPE OFF ICE? THEN YOU THREW HIM AWAY LIKE A PIECE OF TRASH! ARE YOU FUCKING INSANE!"

"B-but you said…"

"IT DOESN'T MATTER WHAT I SAID!" Dean got out of the car, ripped open the back door, uncuffed Sam's wrists, and tucked him back into his pants before zipping him up. Throwing his brother into the front passenger seat, mumbling the entire time: "Gonna fuck you hard in the ass you sorry little bitch. Teach you to mess with my shit. Gonna make you beg for more, your not gonna be able to sit for a month after I'm done with you…"

"…Dean? "

"Make you scream and moan and beg me for more and I'm gonna leave welts all over you ass from my belt…"

Sam, hornier, and a little nervous, "Dean?"

TBC-maybe