Sorry it took me so long to post another chapter. I am working on this story and my other story Past Is Relative at the same time. So please forgive me.

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Chapter 2

After burning their father's body, Dean and Sam spent several weeks at Bobby's due to the fact that the Impala needed fixing. Dean spent the majority of his time underneath the car or under the hood. He didn't quite understand it, but he knew he needed to stay away from Sam. It seemed like every time they were near each other, Dean's mind filled with lustful thoughts. Yeah he loved his brother and wanted to have a sexual relationship with him, but for the most part he had tried to keep those thoughts hidden knowing how Sam would think of him. But it seemed that recently, every time he even looked at Sam, his mind would go into thoughts about how he wanted to fuck his brother senseless. He couldn't let Sam see him like that, so he spent his time outside fixing the impala.

"Dean? You okay?" Sam asked coming out of the house.

"I'm fine, Sam. Really."

"You sure? Cause it seems like you're avoiding me for some reason. Did I do something to make you mad?"

Dean rolled himself from under the car and went to grab another tool, "No, Sam. I just want to get this car fixed so we can be on the road."

"Dean, I don't believe that. Something's wrong. I mean, man you won't even look at me. Dude, talk to me, what's wrong."

Dean glanced at Sam. God his lips. I wonder what he tastes like. Shit! Dean turned away mad at himself for the way his thoughts went. He purposely ignored Sam.

Sam wasn't convinced that Dean was alright. Maybe he's angry because I tried to pick a fight with dad before he died. Crap, what if he heard me jerking off last night? He probably thinks I am a sick, twisted freak. "Well, I'll leave you alone. Bobby made some sandwiches if you're hungry," Sam said and went back into the house.

Dean shook his head to clear the thoughts running through his mind. He really needed to get things together. He didn't understand what was going on. Not only were his sexual thoughts about Sam on full blast, but he felt that the rest of his emotions were out of wack also. When they burnt his father's body, he felt absolutely no emotions. He should've felt sad like Sam, but the fact is that he couldn't. And he didn't know why.

Damien watched from far away the interaction with the brothers. He shook his head from displeasure.

"How on earth can I have fun and continue my plan if this boy continues to avoid his brother? I wanted them to grow distant from each other, but I wanted them to have their sexual relationship first, that way it would be that much more heartbreaking when Samuel dies."

Dean finished with the car for the day and headed into the house. Sam was sitting at the table with his laptop in front of him and a sandwich and beer next to him.

"Hey, Sammy. Where's Bobby?"

Sam looked up, "In his study, doing God knows what."

"What are you doing?" Dean asked sitting down and reaching for a sandwich.

"Trying to find us a hunt."

Dean nodded and stared at his brother's face. God I just want to kiss those lips so bad and find out what he tastes like. I wonder how it would feel to have those lips around my cock. Unbeknown to Dean while he having these sexual thoughts, his eyes turned black.

Sam noticed Dean staring at him and wondered what his problem was. He was about to ask, when he saw Dean's eyes flash black. What the hell?

"Dean?"

Dean shook off his thoughts and his eyes returned to their normal green, "What?"

"Uh, never mind." What the hell was that all about?

"Sammy, what's the problem? Why are you looking at me like I have two heads?"

"Uh, no reason. Sorry."

"Whatever. I'm going to take a shower," Dean said and headed to the bathroom upstairs.

Sam just nodded and stared at Dean's ass and smiled to himself.

Dean stood under the shower and tried to clear his thoughts. He wanted to fuck his brother so bad, but he couldn't. He wanted to kiss Sammy's lips, but he couldn't. He wanted to have Sammy's lips around his cock, but he couldn't. He realized that he was now sporting a hard on. Thankfully he was still in the shower. He grabbed his cock and started jerking himself off. Since he was in the shower, he couldn't see how his eyes were pitch black. As he jerked himself off, he pictured images of Sam. Sam wet and hot from the shower, Sam naked underneath Dean, Sam giving Dean a blowjob. Dean began to tense as he felt his orgasm hit and moaned out Sam's name.

Stepping out the shower, he wrapped himself in a towel and glanced in the mirror. He saw that his eyes were black briefly before returning to green. What he fuck was that? He shook his head then headed to the bedroom to get dressed.

"What on earth was that? I mean did I really…"

"Dean? You okay?" Sam asked peeking in the room.

"Fine, Sam."

"You sure? I heard you talking to yourself."

"I said I was fine, dammit! Leave me the fuck alone!" Dean screamed his eyes flashing black once more.

Sam flinched, especially when he saw Dean's black eyes. "Dean?"

"What the fuck do you want?" Dean growled.

"Uh, your eyes…"

"What about them?"

"Uh, never mind," Sam said and left the room.

Dean calmed down and his eyes returned to normal. Oh my gosh! Where did that come from? Was I really that mad? Dean finished getting dressed and ran out the room to find Sam. He found Sam fiddling with his laptop.

"Sammy, I'm sorry. I don't know what came over me."

"Forget it, Dean."

"I can't. I didn't mean…"

"I said, forget about it. I'm fine," Sam said not looking at Dean.

Dean sighed, "Fine." He went back outside.

Sam shook his head and went to look for Bobby. He found him still in his study.

"Hey, Bobby?"

"Yeah, Sam? Everything okay, son?"

Sam shook his head, "No. Bobby, I think Dean's possessed."

TBC...

Oh, and just in case you didn't guess, Dean's eyes turn black with anger and sexual thoughts. Hope you liked it.