Just a little something that was kicking around in my head.
A/N- Thoughts are in italics.
Disclaimer: Own nothing. Would like to borrow them, if even just for a couple of hours... There is profanity. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!
THOUGHTS ARE IN ITALICS!
Thanks to everyone who provided reviews! I am glad you liked the story. Sorry it has taken a while to get the next chapter, but I just had to work on it.
To clear up a question I have received from several people: When Sam and Dean are referred to, it is the consciousness, soul, spirit, or whatever term floats your boat, not the body.
Tell me what you think.
Dean knew what he needed to do. He needed to relax and think about this. The only way to do that was to be in a place that had liquor, women, and loud music. He started looking for a bar.
He found one and smiled. He thought something rude about Sam to test the waters. He wondered if Sam could hear him. When he received no nasty responses or threats, he felt safe that Sammy couldn't invade his mind.
Dean walked into the bar. The sexy strut he was so accustomed to was gone. In it's place was a long gait that felt totally off. Dean tried to make it sexy, but ended up looking as if he had a limp. He decided to just walk as normally as possible.
Dean scanned the room and smiled happily. The beer was flowing and the ladies were waiting.
He strolled to the bar and ordered a beer. He then turned to the girl next to him. She was blond, with brown eyes, long legs, a nice full rack, and enough butt to sink his hands into.
"It looks like we are both alone here. It could be less lonely if you let me buy you a drink."
"I don't think so. Thanks."
Dean Winchester does not get turned down! Oh man, if this is what it's like to be Sammy, life sucks. No wonder he doesn't get laid.
Dean took his beer to a table in the corner. He realized that Sam had his gift of beauty. Without it, the charisma was useless. Sam was trapped in that gorgeous package that belonged to Dean. Dean was relegated to being in this too long, too lanky, too...not cool body and if you asked him, the trade was unfair.
"Umm, do you mind if I sit down?"
Dean looked up and saw a cute brunette. She was pretty, with hazel eyes. Her chest was a bit on the flat side and her butt was even flatter, but she seemed ok. It wasn't like he had other prospects. He had to work with what he had been given, which wasn't much.
"No, not at all," he said and tried to do the sickening puppy dog thing Sam was so good at. Dean looked more like he had a tic.
"You're new here?"
"I'm just passing through."
"I'm Lindsay."
"I'm De..Sam. I'm Sam Hudson," catching himself just in time and using the last name of Slash from Guns and Roses.
"Nice to meet you."
"Likewise."
Dean and Lindsay went through the idle chitchat that they both knew was just a prelude to meaningless, mind blowing sex. Who wanted all that emotional shit anyway?
About an hour later, after learning way more than he wanted to about her, Dean finally got her to the car. Lindsay was a total freak.
Dean wanted to have fun, but didn't want Sam having to spend weeks visiting free clinics. He avoided kissing her on the mouth. Even to him, this girl seemed too easy!
It wasn't long before Lindsay had Dean's pants down and his dick in her mouth. Sammy got the Winchester blood alright. Almost as nice as mine.
Lindsay sucked him to total hardness before moving herself into position to mount him.
Dean produced a condom. "Oh no, sweetheart. I don't bareback."
"Ok," she said as Dean slid the condom on.
"Time to ride a cowboy," Lindsay said as she slid down the best cock she had had in weeks. She rode it until Dean came, making a weird squeaky sound in his throat.
What the fuck was that? Tell me he does not sound like a little bitch when he fucks! Sam, you are totally insulting the Winchester name! Dude!
Dean got Lindsay out of the car, collected her number with a false promise to call, and drove off into the night.
If Sam wouldn't have fun, Dean would do it for him. Now who is a pansy? This is the closest you will ever get to being a stud, you whiny ass.
Dean laughed
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Dean parked in front of the room and got out of his baby. He walked to the door and listened. He heard nothing and the lights were off. He slowly opened the door and looked.
Sam lay on one of the beds. His breathing was deep, indicating he was asleep. My gorgeous body, ran through Dean's mind.
Dean crept to the other bed and sat down. He was removing his shoes when Sam's voice appeared in his head.
"What did you do, Dean? You smell like a dive bar!"
"Nothing Sammy! Hey, I thought you were asleep! Bitch!"
"Screw you Dean."
"Heh heh, yes she did!"
"What! You did not go pick up some bar skank and fuck her with my dick!"
"If you say so..."
Sam got up and turned on the light. He looked a disheveled Dean. His mouth was a slit of anger. Damn, don't I look like a badass when I am angry, thought Dean proudly.
"You bastard! That is my body and you can not go around fucking everything that moves!"
"Sure, I can Sammy! You have permission to go out and get some. It should be easier for you now. HAHAHAHAHA!"
"Fuck you!"
"No thanks, one person per night is enough for me these days. HAHA!"
"Come here Dean. I want to show you something!" Sam now had a mischievous look in his eye. I am fucking frightening, thought Dean. Cool!
"Can't we just talk like normal people, Sam?"
"We aren't normal. Just come here."
Dean moved to the table, not before he hit his knee on the chair. Being tall had it's disadvantages.
"You see, I knew you would do something like this, Dean When I push this button, payback is mine."
"What the fuck are you talking about?"
"Look at those pictures, Dean. See the pics of your boxers hugging your package, your pervie smile, and your butt?"
"Yea. I am so much hotter than I can see in a mirror! Damn, if it were someone else in that body, I would do me, you, them...you know what I mean." Dean grinned proudly.
"Yea, Dean, while you were out, I took them. I took the liberty of creating a personal ad for you, too. 'I am a horny devil. I like America's Next Top Model, fashion, and the color pink. There is nothing better than being on top of a hot, taut body, except one being on top of me. I can ride and be ridden. If you like what you see and want a piece of me, top or bottom, send me a message.' Like that, Dean?" Sam asked as he clicked the button.
"Why are you helping me get girls?"
"Who said anything about girls?" Sam asked innocently.
"What!" Dean shouted angrily.
"The boys that read it will like it. HAHAHAHA," Sam threw his head back and laughed.
"You bitch! I. AM. NOT. GAY!"
"They don't know that!"
Dean looked at the address. Oh, this was a gay site alright and now his pictures were in living color, waiting to be drooled over by horny guys.
"That is so low, Sam. I am going to kick your ass!" Dean lunged, but Sam, in Dean's body, was too damn quick.
"Fucking some dirty slut you don't know with my dick is ok?"
"At least it got some use!"
"Well, better learn to relax your muscles Dean! With this pretty face on the screen, you will be booked solid for days! You son of a bitch!"
"Fuck you!"
"Not me, Dean! Them!" Sammy laughed like a psycho and pointed to the computer screen.
"This is war you pussy bitch!" Dean spat.
"We will see who is the bitch. So Dean, do you prefer top or bottom?"
"Sam, I am going to fuck you up! You remember, you started this. Don't forget that when I finish it!"
With that, Dean went into the bathroom to shower.
Sam laid back on the bed and laughed himself to sleep.
I hope this was as good as the last. I had a writer's block on this story, so I am sorry for taking so long to update.