Sorry its so short

Chapter 14

"You ready?"

Sam nodded. They needed to figure out how they were gonna find and destroy this Wanyudo creature. Dean threw some money on the table and followed Sam outside. Just as they were about to enter the car they were ambushed by four demons.

"What the…?" Dean growled.

"Well, well, if it isn't the famous Winchester boys," one of the demons taunted.

"Sammy," Dean said, run.

Sam nodded not needing to be told twice. He and Dean ran bypassing the impala and away from the diner.

"Why you running? We ain't gonna hurt you. Much," another demon teased.

Sam and Dean stopped and faced the four demons with equal black eyes.

"Oh we were just making sure there were no witnesses when we killed you sonovabitches," Dean sneered.

The first demon laughed, "You kill us? I don't think so. Be lucky we don't kill you. Our orders were to bring you alive."

Sam growled which, honestly? Sounded a little like a dog. He jumped in front of Dean.

"You won't take Dean anywhere. You'll have to get past me first."

"Sammy, no."

"Oh it would be our pleasure. See our other orders were to kill you."

"Then bring it bitch," Sam growled.

Dean tried to pull Sam back as the four demons charged. Sam shook his head and turned to the demons. He gave one glare and they stopped in their tracks. Sam gave an evil smile then twitched his head and all four demons flew backwards into trees and cars and poles. Dean was shocked. The four demons got up and charged again. This time Dean got into the fight and telekinetically threw one of the demons back into the phone pole. He wanted to help Sam with the three demons but he seemed to have his hands full with just the one demon.

Sam braced himself as three of the demons charged at him. Without really thinking too much about it, he caused the demons to stop in their tracks again. He threw them again and when they got up he remembered what he did in the morgue and opened himself up and began to telekinetically kill the demons. After several minutes, there was a flash of light and all three demons were dead. He released and immediately felt weak. He turned around where Dean was still fighting the fourth demon. He stalked, well as he could be as weak as he was.

"Where's Damien?" He growled.

The demon refused to answer and Dean punched him.

"He asked you a question. Where's Damien?"

"He's not here."

"Where is he?"

"He left. Back in Hell."

Dean nodded and growled, "Tell your boss we're coming to pay him a visit."

The demon exited the body. Dean turned to look at Sam just as he collapsed. Dean caught him before Sam fell to the ground.

"Easy, kiddo. Let's get you to the car."

Sam nodded and walked to the car when he realized something.

"Dean?"

"Yeah, Sammy?"

"Want you."

"What? Now?" Dean asked as he helped Sam into the passenger seat.

Sam nodded, "Now."

Dean let out a shaky laugh, "Dude, you can't be serious. You are fucking weak right now."

"Want it, Dean," Sam growled.

"Okay, relax. You're gonna have to wait so just rest okay. Dude, what did you do to those demons?"

Sam huffed, "I killed them, Dean. Don't wanna wait, want it now," he said and tried to unzip Dean's pants.

Dean grabbed his hand and stilled them, "Sammy, we are not gonna fuck in the car on the side of the road. Just chill, man."

Sam pouted then growled. He was mad, but didn't continue. Dean sighed and started the car. Sam scooted down in his seat that Dean thought he was sleeping. Dean let his mind wander. Why was Sam all of a sudden so horny? This is twice that he wanted sex after being so weak. Why is that? Does it have something to do with him using his powers? Maybe I should ask Bobby…on second thought, Nah.

Sam noticed that Dean was not only driving to damn slow, but he was in deep thought. Smirking to himself, he shifted in his seat and rubbed his hand over Dean's cock earning a moan from his big brother. Carefully he unzipped Dean's pants.

Dean slammed on the brakes, "What the fuck, Sammy?"

"Dean, hurry up! I need you."

"No."

"Huh?"

"I said you're not getting me. What the fuck's wrong with you? Are you seriously that impatient? Sammy, I am fucking sore from last night. I have cuts and bruises on me and I really don't want a repeat of last night. I can't take it. Besides, you are fucking weak and need to rest," Dean stated as he pulled in the parking lot of the motel.

Dean exited the car and grabbed his duffel bag and stalked into the room. Sam followed.

"Dean," Sam whined.

"No, Sam. Go take a shower. Jerk off in the shower. I'm tired."

Sam walked over to Dean and placed a kiss on his lips. "Please?"

"No. Dammit, Sammy did you see what the fuck you did to me last night? Dude, you think I could stand another brutal ass fucking like yesterday? I could barely sit straight today. I am not looking for a repeat anytime soon. Go. Take. A. Shower."

Sam just headed for the bathroom and Dean flopped on the bed. Not even a few minutes later he was sleep. Sam emerged from the bathroom to find Dean sleep. He sighed and booted up the laptop. He was not surprised that Dean was asleep even though it was only 12:30 in the afternoon.

TBC...

So what's gonna happen to Sam when he doesn't get it?