Author's Note: The bit about the spirit appearing at midnight is totally made up so I can give the gorgeous boys something to do while they wait! I can safely say you'll definitely enjoy what they get up to!

Having retreated back to the motel to "occupy" themselves until they set off again before it gets dark. It takes the duo 6 and a half hours before they reach their given destination around 11 o'clock as Dean shuts off the engine and observes Sam with his trademark smirk.

"What?"

"Seeing as this dude's not coming out until the strike of midnight, wanna "camp" out in the backseat?" He then slicks his lips with his tongue and raises his eyebrows, obviously trying to seduce him into his offer.

"Is sex all you think about?" Sam asks, endeavouring his brother's tempting offer with a firm stance but slowly failing with Dean reaching out and massaging the side of his face with a warm, soft, manly hand.

"No, but it's the only thing we can do while we wait," he replies honestly, edging himself closer so his lips are just inches away from touching Sam's.

"We could try at a conversation or listen to some music?" Sam suggests, but can only smile as Dean moves away a little, "You are such a girl when it comes to these situations," before his lips finally reach their goal.

The kiss is short, sweet and passionate, lips on lips like always, before Dean seizes this moment to force his tongue in for dominance. Yet it's not much of a battle as Sam allows him to trace every bit of his mouth with that wicked tongue of his. While all this is happening Dean's free hand traces down Sam's body, feeling the soft fabric of his jacket before reaching his intention; the undoing of his belt but before he can achieve this, Sam forces him gently away.

"What's wrong?" Dean looks with concern but can only see that alluring smile that he loves so much on his brother's face.

"Shouldn't we be doing this in the back seat?" He asked, nodding in the direction which seems to be beckoning them.

"Good idea."

With that the brothers exit from their side of the car and enter seconds later in the back, continuing straight away from where they left off. As soon as they lock lips, they both take their time in taking off each other's jackets before slinging them in the front, all the while keeping their lips firmly locked, Sam now fighting for dominance but never succeeding. They take a breath after their fighting of the tongues, Sam using this time to tug at the bottom of Dean's shirt before bringing it up and over his head, slinging it with the jackets. He observes from top to bottom before attacking his mouth again, this time finally having dominance of their hot-blooded kissing. While placing one hand over Dean's heart, he can't help but love the feel of its soft beating against his palm as he uses the other to fondle at his belt, fingering the buckle before successfully unfastening it. Letting their swollen lips part for just a second, Sam pulls at the jeans and throws them with the others once they're off, their lips once again locked. Slowly leaning Dean back until his head's resting between the window and the top of the backseat Sam's domineering lips trail from Dean's to his stubble chin, allowing the little brown hairs to tickle his moist tongue before tracing it down to his "Adam's Apple", taking it fully into his mouth. It triggers a rich "purr" deep within Dean's throat, causing Sam to continue on his urge to devour it, his hand softly tugging his brother's hair back to allow him more access to it.

When he feels that he "devoured" it enough his lips begin to trail even further down, their course set for the exposed nipples that have become hard due to the cool air that's circulating around the car. Adjusting himself in his seat to get better entrée Sam takes one into his mouth, his lips and tongue licking and sucking at the tight nub, while he plucks at the other with a hand, making sure that it doesn't feel left out before eventually swapping round.

Dean sniggers at his Sammy's relentless sucking, licking and nipping, caressing one hand through his messy bangs, which still smells of the shampoo he had used that morning, whilst rubbing small, soothing circles in different places of his back. He's just about to get lost in this pleasurable spectacle when he notices Sam's fingers gently pulling at the waistband of his boxers. Oh no you don't Sammy, not yet anyway.

He pulls Sam back up to his level, cupping his hands on his slightly flushed face before showing off his smirk, "Not just yet Sammy, I want a chance to devour you this time," and he does, doing exactly the same as he did but giving extra soft kisses to the dimples on his smile and the small moles which are picture-perfect on his gorgeous face. As soon as their lips are swollen from kissing, sucking, licking and nibbling, Sam again pushes Dean back until he can go no further before tugging at the boxers which are holding Dean's enlarged member prisoner. This time he doesn't hinder him as he tugs them off and watches as it flops onto his flat stomach. Inches of hard, enticing flesh which Sam seizes at the base before licking the underside with the point of his tongue. Dean formulates an "O" with his puffy, cherry lips as Sam takes all of it into his mouth without even a word of warning. Dean rests his hands behind his head gyrating his hips, which Sam grabs with his "Sasquatch"-like hands, to the rhythmic bobbing of Sam's head as he proceeds in taking all of it into his mouth, hearing the occasional slurp now and then. The sweet taste of his brother's pre-cum in his mouth only brings him to wanting more, trying to shove it in as much as he can before his gag reflex comes into effect.

Feeling as though he's trying to choke himself to death with it Dean pulls him out of his mouth, hearing the wet slurp as he does, his eyes now on Sam's, "Careful Sammy, you tryin' to choke yourself or somethin'?" He looks almost worried as Sam answers his concern with a dimpled smile, "Sorry, I don't know what came over me?"

Seeing that his instant concern's also softening his throbbing member Dean quickly waves it away, not wanting to lose the moment they're having, "Come on, lie back. It's time for the grand finale."

Doing as he's told Sam stretches out as best he can on the seat though being 6'3", it did have its drawbacks. Relieving Sam of his boxers, Dean heaves his muscular legs onto his shoulders before taking two fingers and applying them into his mouth, sucking on them until they're fruitfully lubricated. Bearing in mind that they didn't bring the lube from the motel with them, Dean's got to solely rely on his saliva and own bodily fluid, that's trickling slowly out from his tip, to ease himself into Sam, hoping that he won't hurt him in the process. Taking the fingers out his mouth he gently caresses them round Sam's entry, slipping them in but careful enough not to hurt as he feels the muscles gradually easing after a few minutes of preparing him.

"Please Dean, I don't think I can last much longer," Sam pants, arching his head back and groaning at his frustration. Not needing to be asked twice Dean, holding onto Sam's legs, gently slides his aching cock into the slick entrance and gradually begins to thrust into Sam. Since they weren't using lube Dean's momentum inside him didn't hurt in the slightest, only causing Sam to pant in rhythm and tug at his sweaty bangs in pure ecstasy.

Glimpsing at his moaning brother in all his glory in the moonlight, he couldn't describe how gorgeous he looks with his muscles tensing and his sweat gleaming in the light as he continues to thrust inside him. Sam takes notice of this and shows off a dimpled smile, "What?"

"Nothing," he grunts, leaning down to steal a quick kiss on this swollen scarlet lips of his, "Just marvelling at how beautiful you look, that's all."

"Careful Dean," Sam manages to get out before he lets out a satisfying gasp when Dean's hardened length touches his prostate before progressing, "You're started to sound like those chick flicks you hate so much."

"I'll let it go this time seeing as it's true," he smirks, leaning down again to expose his tongue which Sam takes into his mouth and explores every inch of it.

After a few minutes of kissing and thrusting the sweaty boys can feel that they're both near the climax, with Dean driving with every strength in his body while Sam fists his own length and jerks it in unison as they are both practically panting with exhaustion. Sam comes first as it erupts onto his chest and stomach before realizing that Dean's about to come and immediately warns him, "Pull out Dean! Pull out!"

Just realizing himself Dean does as he's told, for once, and slides out of him just in time to explode onto the safety of Sam's stomach, which is now literally swathed in both their bodily fluids. Taking this moment to lessen their panting Dean bends forward, taking one of Sam's erect nipples into his mouth, licking and sucking it, before capturing the soft lips of his brother in short, passionate kisses. Once their breathing's back down to normal Dean, with one arm resting on top of the back seat while the other rests on the front, smirks at Sam loving the sight that's lying before his eyes, never wanting this moment to end. Hell, he never wanted moments like this to end but alas, they had a job to do and in their line of work, the job comes first, the rest when it's finished.

"Dean, you got something to wipe myself with? I can't chase after Lawson's spirit with this," he gestures to the spunk that's drying up on his stomach and chest, "sticking to my clothes, can I? I might attract wildlife with its pungent scent."

Stretching his hand out to reach under the front seat he pulls out a white cloth that had been making its home under there and lobs it at Sam, hitting him in the face. He rips it off his face and whips Dean with it, smiling at his attempts of blocking it.

"Jerk," Sam laughs under his breath, wiping away their love from his naked body while Dean searches in the front for his clothes before slipping them on, one at a time, "Bitch."