Chapter 2

Metallica was roaring out from the speakers when the '67 Chevy Impala made its way through the heavy rain in west Tennessee. Dean Winchester tapped his fingers on the steering wheel, feeling the beat of the music. His brother absentmindedly browsed through their father's diary, not reading anything in particular. Neither of them had spoken for almost the whole day, there were still unpleasant memories left from their last case in Louisiana that held a tension between them.

Suddenly the dark road was lit up by a lonely streetlight, showing a small roadhouse. Dean slowed down and turned left onto the parking lot without consulting his brother. He pulled his jacket on and reached for the door handle.

"We could use a couple of drinks, what'ya think, Sammy?"

"Sure, um.. go ahead, I'll be there in a minute."

Sam made sure that Dean had entered the roadhouse before he pulled out his cell and dialed a number. He waited unpationally as the signals went through and took a deep relieved breath when he heard Ellen's familiar voice in the other end of the line.

"Hi Sam, what's up?"

"I was just wondering something about a case Dean and I've been working on. Do you know anything about the "demon of dreams"?"

"Geeky name", Ellen answered. "No, I can't remember I've heard of it. Why? What's it about?"

"Nothing life threatening", Sam answered and hung up.

He grabbed his coat and headed for the roadhouse. It was loud and crowded inside even though the place had a deserted location. Beer seemed to be the big attraction and when Sam found Dean he saw that his brother had gone with the crowd – his right hand was holding a glass of beer and the left was connected with a waitress' neatly manicured fingers. Sam sighed and went to the reception to get a room. He needed to be alone, to think and most of all find more information about the "demon of dreams". He was no longer so sure that it was gone.

Dean stumbled up to the hotel room the brothers had rented for the night. His flirt had gone home, sadly she'd turned out to be engaged, and he now tried to walk up the stairs without losing his grip. He hadn't had so much to drink in quite a while. Dean luckily made his way up and wobbled into bed.

"Dude, it is three only o'clock in the morning." Sam lit the bedside lamp and eyed his brother. "I'm guessing you didn't get laid?"

"Shut up", snarled Dean, "she was busy."

Sam sighed and got up to help his brother get undressed. He pulled off Dean's shirt and took off his shoes and socks. When he drew off Dean's pants he discovered that his brother had a hard on.

"Dean!" he exclaimed. "God, you're so embarrassing!"

Dean chuckled. He helped himself out of his boxers and showed off his member to the world. Sam groaned and looked away. He glanced back at his brother and his heart suddenly skipped a beat as he saw that Dean had begun to jerk off. Sam's cheeks started to burn and he hastily looked away. To his horror he felt how his own cock started to grow. He only had boxers on and Dean moaned when he saw his brother's reaction.

"Come here", Dean said and reached out is free hand to Sam.

Sam sat down on the bed without hesitations. Dean's intensive eyes were too exciting to resist. Dean stroke his brother chest and released his member from the boxers. The way he touched Sam nearly made Sam loose his mind. His movements were too attractive and Sam felt blood rushing through his body.

"How're you feeling Sammy?" Dean smiled. "Is it good?"

"Too… much", his brother moaned.

Sam gasped when he felt how Dean sped up the pace, the movements growing faster and harder.

"No, Dean!" he cried and twisted, "I'm going to come!"

"Come then."

Sam felt his heart beating faster and faster and it was insufferable. He felt the release coming and with a loud scream he came all over his brother's hand.

"What an erotic sight", Dean said and smiled. "Although I'm still hard over here. Do you mind helping me out?"

Sam was too happy, he didn't resist for one moment when Dean placed himself over his brother and slowly entered him.

Ellen was busy mopping the floor when the phone rang. She leaned the repulsive mop to the wall and picked up the receiver.

"Ellen? It's Sam. Is it possible for an exorcism to go wrong?"

"What?" Ellen said, taken aback by the sudden question. "Has anything bad happened?"

"I think…" Sam started, "well, actually I know that that demon I was telling you about is still around."

There was a pause in the on the other end of the line.

"How do you know?"

Sam sighed. He had a dream to provet it - a dream that made him very uncertain about his feelings.

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