Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural or the characters thereof. I do however own Catarina, although all thanks goes to Kissacazador for helping me create her and letting me add her to this storyline, thank you! John was lonely.

Warning: Unrelated Sam/Dean. Some language, graphic imagery. Sexual Content. Dark content.

If you don't like Wincest, don't read! I get graphic with most of my Wincest and I don't want to offend you.

This will be a multi-shot, not sure how many. I'll have to see. Might make it a multi-chapter, I like the boys hunting with John again this way.

Plot: They are on the hunt for an Incubus who is targeting prostitutes. They run into another hunter that ends up snaring John's interest and inflaming his body. Surely he'll get her attention, Winchester Style of course.

Not to mention our Men finally got to have their Impala Sex and damn don't they enjoy that one immensely.

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Sam and Dean talked to the pimps as community outreach counselors. They asked the usual questions. Did the girls mention anyone lurking nearby? Stalking them? Being watched? Had they been approached by anyone suspicious?

This got them some distrustful looks but eventually they got their answers. All the girls had felt like they were being watched at the bar and outside it. Some were followed. They had told their pimps what the person looked like.

Tall, blonde, male, creepy eyes. A Crazy leer on his face. They wrote this down and headed back to the bar.

They parked outside it and Dean cringed again. "You sure you don't need me? I'm not used to not being with you when you do this part. Will you be okay?" He eyed the place with worry and a touch of want. "I won't drink if it means you are safe!"

"I'll be with Dad, don't worry. He'll protect me if anything tries." Sam reassured him and kissed him hard, "Besides, I have to be okay to get my Impala Sex from you later…" He gave him a seductive look and Dean smiled a little now, it faltered soon after and went away.

"I'm sorry I fucked this up so much. So scared to go in, so don't trust myself around it…such a coward." Dean teared up and wiped them away quickly as Dad approached them now, worried. "Dad's waiting. You should go." He sounded so sad it broke a part of Sam's heart now. "I'll do some research at home."

"Dean…" Sam said softly, sensing his lover's pain and not knowing how to fix him. "It's okay. You just have to stay away from it for now. We got this part. I'll be home soon."

"Yeah, I know. Better go, he's coming to get you." Dean pointed to their Dad who was right there now.

Sam got out and shut the door softly. "I love you, D."

"I love you, too, Sammy." Dean said, smiling a little again, "Be home soon, okay?"

"I will." Sam said and waved as Dean drove off.

"He okay?" John asked, Dean seemed unhappy there.

"Yeah, the whole hiding from Alcohol thing is bugging him. He feels like a coward." Sam admitted. "I can't help him with that part."

"No, you can't. He has to do it for himself or he will never quit drinking. He had to find the strength on his own. Just love him and be patient with him, he'll be okay eventually." John said, heading back in now. "Come on, son, let's get some leads now. This place is a dive! They don't even have a pool table." John complained.

"Yeah, I miss Dean already. Let's get this over with. Anyone flirts with me, I'm sending your way; you need laid, Dad." Sam teased and John teased back.

"No need for sloppy seconds, son. I can get my own, not that old and crippled yet. I'm still a stud, you know." John joked.

Sam thought his dad was still a very handsome man and in really great shape, too. So he knew his dad spoke the truth. He was just ribbing the old man. They got the same description blond and leering from several of the regulars there. He had been inside a few times and had lurked in the alley, and gave off a creepy vibe. He had been seen in the alley before every death occurred. Then he was gone each time.

This didn't bode well for them. Next they mentioned if he'd been around lately, watching anyone in particular? Did he seem to stare at one type over another?

He had been watching a woman that had been coming in for a few days now, a prostitute of course. He had followed her out of the bar several times and they had shooed him away. A brunette. They reflected that they already had picked up the pattern of brunettes but the stalking beforehand was something they hadn't thought of before. They left soon after, both with drinks in front of them but not once touching them. Sam didn't want alcohol on his mouth when he kissed Dean Hello, didn't want to torment him that way. John just didn't drink at all, hadn't for years.

So he stalked them.

Now they just had to find the hooker, Charlotte. She was the next target and they wanted to make sure they got her away from its reach until they killed it.

They managed to find her in time but the thing had her pinned to a wall when they did find her. They killed it and waited for the thank you but were disappointed. John got a punch instead.

"You fuckers, you ruined my hunt! I had him where I wanted him and you killed him. He was mine and you took my victory. I didn't want your help!" Charlotte growled, wiping and sheathing her knife back again. "I'm Catarina."

"John Winchester. My sons, Sam and Dean. Well, Dean is, Sam is his husband." John explained offering a hand.

"Oh, the Winchesters, should have known you'd show up. Heard you were close by. Kind of hoped you wouldn't get involved with my hunt but you did, oh, well." She shrugged and headed to her truck now, a big black beauty of one, almost identical to John's. "See you around, I'm out of here." She said and John watched her go, entranced by her body and hardening but still staring in wonder at her.

The boys knew love when they saw it. The 'knock your socks of and take me now!' kind, love at first sight. John was smitten.

"We could follow her…" Dean suggested and John blushed, walking away in embarrassment.

"No, let her go." John said and slipped into the backseat, "She don't need us to." His hand still caressed the place where she'd punched him, a bruise was forming. Woman knew how to punch, he gave her that much.

"Okay, but…you should get her number, just in case she needs us…" Sam wheedled and John nodded and ran over to her. It looked like they were arguing but they saw her write her number down and hand it to him anyway. Then with an annoyed expression and an eyeroll, she pulled out and left.

"You're match making, Sammy." Dean teased and Sam nodded.

"He has a right to be happy, too." Sam protested and grinned.

"You are such a girl sometimes." Dean teased then kissed him anyway, wishing they could have their Impala sex now. "Want that Impala sex!"

"Soon, we'll leave the trailer and park somewhere I can have my wicked way with you later, you're going to scream, Dean." Sam whispered against his neck and ear now, hands slipping lower down Dean's body and making him gasp in pleasure and need.

"How about you drop me and then continue this 'wicked way' thing, shall we?" John said as he spoke through the cracked window, and they parted to let him into the backseat. "Drive, my horny sons, drive me home."

They settled for cuddling in the car and dropped him off soon afterward.

It was time for his Impala sex, Dean thought happily.

And after two hours of sucking each other and Sam fucking him on the trunk then the hood and returning the favor to let Dean fuck him, they came clawing and kissing and bodies rolling in pure lust and pleasure now, until they both came screaming and rested for a second then got in and Sam rode him dick as the dash hit him in his back as they writhed now and came once more.

Sam fell against him, head nuzzled into his neck and shoulder and smiling happily, hugging him. Dean held him there and sighed now. Both were spent but not too much so. They could make love again later if necessary. Then Sam got off him and they drove home. "That was fun!" Sam gasped, still feeling the sex in his body and in his stretched and aching ass as well. "You need to ride my horse later…."

"I love riding you, baby, you are my favorite horse after all." Dean teased and Sam grinned, nodding. It was true, he was really big but so was Dean, it was family gift really, and he loved to share it with his husband as long as he could.

"You better, no more dicks for you but mine." Sam said jealously and Dean squeezed him tighter.

"Nope, all yours." Dean said and they smiled now as they pulled up to the trailer and parked by it now. "Home sweet home." Dean said happily and he caressed the trailer's outside, like he did the Impala. "Our Home!"

"Yes, our home." Sam agreed and they went in now and they chatted with John as Dean got supper ready for them and dished it out.

"There's a demon thing here." Sam pointed to it on a map, "Bet she's headed there…"

"No, we aren't following her." John swore but did feel the urge to do just that. He was worried for her…or that was the extent he was admitting to right now.

"Uh huh, and you aren't planning to go there in the morning?" Sam asked knowingly and John blushed and glared at his annoying son now.

"Maybe, it is a demon thing after all." John said and smiled at their looks, "Not to see her, not following her! But if she got hurt, she might need us, so we should check it out anyway." john said and knew he had just talked himself into following her, something he hadn't wanted to do to begin with.

"Yeah, the demons. We have to stop the demons." Dean said smirking around his steak bite and ate it hungrily. Eyes dancing with amusement now.

"Yes, the demons must be stopped." John agreed and they let it go, knowing better.

He wasn't going for the demons, although they were important, too.

John was going so they could find that woman again and maybe John would get to talk and spend time with her more than before.

No, John wasn't in denial but he was lying to himself.

And even the boys knew it.

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Later that night, Sam felt hands on his body, and not the cuddling way either. "Dean?" He whispered and heard a gentle chuckle, "Shh, you'll wake Dad, loud mouth."

"What are you doing?" Sam whispered and moaned softly as Dean took him in his mouth and sucked him hard. "Dean…" Sam moaned and wanted more, wanted to be inside him now.

Dean stopped sucking him now and straddled him, moving down onto him and Sam struggled to keep it down, but found himself get louder as Dean rocked his hips and moved up and down his dick over and over until they both gave loud cries and fucked up into and onto each other now and the trailer rocked gently with their bodies, in rhythm to their desire now. Soon Sam came with a loud moan and guttural cry of Dean's name and Dean gave one that was Sam's. Then they lay on the bed and cuddled, kissing softly and whispering again. "I love you, Dean." Sam said, kissing his neck as he nestled his face and body more into Dean's now, arms around his back.

"I love you, too, Sammy." Dean said and put his face into Sam's shoulder and wrapped his arms around his husband's back.

They slept now and John smiled with them. They were happy and safe now. He could live with the sex as long as he had them with him now. He would protect them and would be better than he had been to them when they were little and traveling like this. He was sorry for not being around more and wanted to show them he wasn't going anywhere this time.

And he really wanted to see Catarina again.

That female Hunter was hot!

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