DISCLAIMER: Unfortunately, I do not own Sam or Dean. They belong to Eric Kripke (lucky!) And I am just playing with the boys for my own twisted entertainment.

WARNING: For those of you who could not tell already by the context of this fic so far, this has turned out to be WINCEST! So, if you do not like it, don't continue reading. Rude comments regarding the content in this fic will not be tolerated. Thank you.

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CHAPTER THREE: SYMPTOM NUMBER...

It had been two days, and still, there was no sign of the succubus. All the research they were doing seemed to be turning up squat and Sam was getting frustrated. Even Dean had been helping with the research, which was rare. So, there were three very able hunters all researching for one crazy ass succubus, and there was still nothing turning up. Sam sighed, closing his laptop, looking at Bobby who wad been reading through books he had on succubi. A small smile pulled to Sam's lips when he saw that Bobby had fallen asleep in one of the more comfortable chairs. After all, they had been up all night trying to catch a break.

Standing, Sam threw a thin blanket over Bobby before he sat on the bed, leaning over, his head in his hands as his elbows rested on his thighs. There was nothing for him to do now. Bobby had pretty much exhausted all of his books for information, and Sam had done the same to the internet pages he had been able to find. Suddenly, he found himself wondering where Dean had gone. He heard him say that he was going to get some breakfast about twenty minutes ago, and he wasn't back yet. Sighing, he pulled his cell phone from his pocket, flipping it open and scrolling down the list of contact until he found Dean's name.

As soon as he was about to press the SEND button, Dean walked through the door, bags of food in his hands and even one in his mouth. He muttered something around the bag, and Sam walked to him, taking the bag from his teeth and following Dean with it to the table. There was no need for words when it came to Sam and Dean because they knew each other so well, that when one muttered around a bag of food, for instance, the other knew what was needed.

"S-So, where were you?" Sam asked, trying to make casual conversation as he and Dean tore into the bags. Sam was oddly hungry, and Dean, well, he was always hungry.

Dean quirked a brow, looking over at his baby brother. "Well, I was at McDonald's. Hence the McDonald's bags." He shook his head. "Why Sammy, were you afraid I was going to ditch you and leave you here with Bobby all by yourself?"

Sam chuckled. "No, I know you wouldn't leave me." He pulled out one of the double cheeseburgers and took a large bit, chasing it with the coffee Dean offered him. "So, we've been researching for two days straight and we still have nothing. She's bound to come out of hiding soon and then we'll be screwed because we'll have a deadline."

"Wow," Dean sighed, nodding his head as he bit into his burger. "Damn, when a bitch goes into hiding, she really goes into hiding." He smiled at Sam. "Listen, it's been three weeks and some change since she's had a meal, right?" Sam nodded, knitting his brows as he tried to figure out where Dean was going with this. "Well, then she had to come out soon to get more food. So, we'll go to the bar tonight and see if she's there. I mean, we already know what she looks like, so advantage Winchesters, right?" Dean flashed Sam one of his award winning smiles before he took a long swig of his coffee.

Nodding, Sam returned Dean's smile. "What time should we go?" He wondered if Dean was going to wake Bobby and have him come, but he didn't bother asking. In his opinion, they should just let the poor man sleep. After all, he was an older hunter, which meant he could use all the rest he could get. Especially if they were going to be killing a succubus soon.

"I'm ready to go now, if you want," Dean answered, licking ketchup off the side of his mouth. "She should be there in about an hour if she plans on coming out of her hiding place tonight. Better to get the jump and be ready." He stood, grabbing his jacket. "You coming, Sammy?"

Quickly, Sam jotted a note on the McDonald's receipt to let Bobby know where he and Dean were just in case he woke up. Then, Sam followed Dean out of the motel, grabbing his jacket and pulling the door closed before jumping into the passenger side of the Impala.

The bar was hopping, but there was no sign of the succubus. Regardless, Sam kept his eyes peeled. He frowned at Dean as he downed yet another shot of that purple liquid that he seemed to be addicted to. "Dean, can you focus, please?" Sam complained. "I mean, the succubus could come in any minute, and you're going to be drunk after drinking all of those purple nipples."

Dean chuckled. "Sam, they're called 'purple nurples,' not 'purple nipples.'" Sam frowned at him. "I'm not drunk! I can hold my liquor a little better than that, Sammy." Suddenly, Dean spotted a big breasted blonde on the other side of the bar. "Ooh, I think I need to order myself another round." He raised his hand and motioned the waitress over.

She came, shaking her hips seductively as she walked. "What can I get for you, sugar?" she asked, smiling as she flicked her pen open.

Sam grimaced as he watched Dean flirt with the waitress. He noticed that she was in full flirt mode as well, which made him sick. She was all over his brother, undressing him with her eyes and giggling at all of his little remarks. Also, Sam noticed that she was pushing her chest out to make her already too large tits look even bigger. Dean so had this one in the bag. But Sam didn't want Dean to have this one in the bag. Oddly, he didn't want Dean to get laid by another hoe he met in a bar.

"Oops!" Sam yelled, his eyes widening in pretend shock as he grabbed his beer glass and sat it upright once again. "I am so sorry!" He had to fight really hard not to laugh as the waitress looked at him like she was going to cry. Oh the dread, he had spilled beer all over her shoes. A small smile played across his lips as he watched her turn and run away, giving Dean a look of hatred.

"Sorry, he's got a disorder!" Dean yelled, shaking his head as he watched tonight's fuck run leave. He glared at Sam. "What the hell was that, Sammy?!"

Sam knit his brows, pretending to be ignorant to the situation. "I don't know what you're talking about, Dean. I moved my hand the wrong way and spilled my beer." He shook his head. "It's not like I did it on purpose."

Dean rolled his eyes, shaking his head. "Damn klutz," he muttered under his breath. "Next time you're trying to bag a hottie, I'm going to cock block you just like you did me."

Sam shook his head. "I didn't mean to cock block you, Dean. It was an accident." He frowned. "And besides, why the hell would you want to have sex with yet another big breasted waitress? Haven't you had enough for one lifetime? Maybe you should just settle down and jack yourself off. Less chance of contracting an STD."

Dean glared at Sam. "I use protection! I'm not a dumbass." After that little conversation, Dean didn't feel much like talking, and Sam seemed distant. So, he finished his last three purple nurples and walked out of the bar, knowing Sam would follow him. The car ride home was done in awkward silence, making Sam a little uncomfortable. Dean was pissed because his radio was broken and there was nothing else to do but talk to Sam. But he wasn't about to do that. He was still mad at that little cock block. "What?!" Dean asked, noticing that Sam was staring at him yet again.

"Nothing," Sam mumbled, quickly looking away from him. He looked out the window, frowning. His 'sad' face was in full swing.

"You've been staring at me like that since I came back from McDonald's today. Now, I didn't think anything of it earlier, but now it's getting weird. So, what do you want?" Dean glanced at Sam, rolling his eyes when he got no answer. "Whatever, Sam."

Bobby could feel the tension between the boys the minute they walked through the door. He wasn't going to ask, though because honestly, he probably didn't want to know. Instead, he shoved his nose in another book and continued researching. It wasn't too long after that Sam was in bed sleeping. "Dean, why don't you get on Sam's computer and help me with a little research?" Bobby asked, raising his brows.

Sighing, Dean sat at the table in front of Sam's computer. He had every intention of doing research like Bobby had ordered, but once the internet was up and open to him, he couldn't help himself. Making sure Bobby wasn't paying attention to him, he opened a favorite website of his 'Busty Asian .'

He could feel hands on his body, roaming over his chest and arms, snaking around to his back and moving up and down. Lips pressed against his skin, making his whole body tingle. Whoever was touching him, they were skilled. These hands definitely knew what they were doing. A tongue licked its way up his neck to his jawline and back down again, forcing a moan out of him.

"Sammy," a voice said between licks, "you're so damn hot." A moan escaped Sam's lover, sending all of his blood straight to his cock, making it ache for attention as it pushes against his jeans. Another moan breaks out of Sam's mouth as those skilled hands moved down his body and groped at the bulge through his jeans. "Want you so bad, baby brother."

Sam moaned again as he began to thrust his hips forward, into that skilled hand. "Dean, please..." he breathed, whimpering. "Need you." His hands went to the hem of Dean's T-shirt and he pulled up, removing the fabric from his brother's body. As soon as Dean was shirtless, Sam ran his hands over Dean's bare chest, feeling his brother's muscles tense.

Dean quickly, removed Sam's shirt as well, pushing him backwards, towards the motel bed. He smiled as Sam's knees hit the bed, causing him to fall on his ass. But Dean wasn't done; he climbed onto the bed with Sam, forcing Sam back further until there's nowhere left for him to go. Pushing on Sam's chest, Dean forced him to lay down, blanketing Sam's body with his own as he captured Sam's lips.

When Dean pulled away, Sam's breaths were coming out in heavy pants. "Dean, please...I--I want you," Sam begged, arching his body against Dean's, needing to feel his brother's body against his. When Dean gripped his dick through his pants again, Sam moaned again, bucking his hips. "Please..." he begged, his head thrashing back and forth on the pillow.

"Shhh," Dean shushed, kissing Sam's neck. "I got you, Sammy." His hands moved to the waistband of Sam's jeans, easily popping the button open. Slowly, he pulled Sam's zipper down, waiting to hear the soft click of each tooth coming undone before moving on to the next one. He pulled Sam's pants down, getting off the bed so he could tear the denim off at his brother's ankles. Quickly, he climbed back up onto the bed, hooking his fingers into the waistband of Sam's boxers, dipping them down just low enough to stroke the soft flesh above his erection.

Sam whimpered as he fought not to move, knowing that Dean was trying to draw this out and torture him. Closing his eyes, he parted his lips, his tongue darting out to moisten them as he sucked his bottom lip into his mouth, capturing it between his perfect, straight, white teeth. He gasped as he felt Dean kiss his throbbing member through the thin material of his boxers.

Dean smiled up at Sam, dipping his fingers further into Sam's boxers. "You like that, Sammy?" he whispered, running his index finger along the side of Sam's cock. His smile grew wider as he watched Sam nod frantically, his breathing beginning to increase. Finally, he couldn't stand to tease his little brother anymore. "Okay, Sammy, hang on, I've got you." Quickly, Dean stripped Sam of his boxers, kissing Sam's inner thighs as his hand wrapped around his leaking cock.

Sam gasped, his eyes snapping open as he bucked his hips upwards into the wet heat of Dean's mouth, feeling the tip of his cock hit the back of Dean's throat. He wanted to apologize, but there were too many sensations washing over him, and he couldn't have formed a coherent thought if he wanted to. Dean's hand pressing against his hips, holding him down, sent shivers up his spine that seemed to burst through his entire body. Watching in fascination as Dean's head bobbed up and down on his cock, Sam grabbed the bedsheets in a white knuckle grip.

With his free hand, Dean reached down lower, fondling Sam's balls as his mouth continued it's assault on Sam's cock. Rolling his brother's balls between his fingers, he smiled around Sam's cock as he heard his breath picking up, hitching in his throat. As he pulled up, he swirled his tongue over the head of Sam's cock, tasting the bitterness of Sam's precum.

Feeling his balls draw up tight against his body and heat pooling in his lower belly, Sam whimpered again. His hands went to Dean's head, trying to push him away. "D-Dean, I'm-I'm going to--" Thrashing his head back and forth again, he continued to try to push Dean away. "Dean, stop! I'm going to cum!" He bit down on his bottom lip again as he came, hard, hot jets of cum shooting into his brother's mouth, who greedily swallowed what Sam was offering him. And when it was over, Sam lay motionless, panting, feeling completely sated.

Dean crawled back up Sam's body, kissing his lips again with bruising force, allowing Sam to taste the evidence of his own pleasure. Pulling away, he lowered himself to the bed, wrapping his arms around Sam and pulling him close. Another kiss was planted on Sam's forehead, as Dean felt his baby brother curl up next to him, settling down to sleep. "Love you, Sammy," he whispered.

"I love you, too, Dean," Sam whispered, closing his eyes and falling asleep in the arms of his brother. His protector. His lover.

Sam shot up, panting, a thin sheen of sweat coating his entire body. Slowly, he looked down to his groin, groaning once he realized that he had came in his boxers like some thirteen-year-old virgin desperate to get laid. Shaking his head, he lay back down, closing his eyes as he felt his cheeks flush a slight shade of pink.

"Sammy, you're up?" Dean asked, smirking. "Because really, you were making some serious happy noises over there. Who were you dreaming about?"

Sam shook his head. "No one, Dean," he answered, annoyed. "Just drop it, okay?" He tried to think of why he would have had a dream like that about his brother, of all people, but he couldn't. He could hear Dean babbling in the background, making fun of him undoubtedly, but he wasn't listening. Suddenly, he sat up again, his eyes wide. "Holy shit! Symptom number two."