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Warning – Detailed sex scene happens in a motel in Rockford, Illinois.

Hunter's Moon

Chapter 15

Sex Along the Highway

The long and winding road

That leads to your door

Will never disappear

I've seen that road before

It always leads me here.

Leads me to your door

ooOoo

The wild and windy night

That the rain washed away

Has left a pool of tears

Crying for the day

Why leave me standing here?

Let me know the way

ooOoo

Many times I've been alone

And many times I've cried

Anyway you'll never know

The many ways I've tried

ooOoo

And still they lead me back

To the long winding road

You left me standing here

A long long time ago

Don't leave me waiting here

Lead me to your door

ooOoo

The Long and Winding Road was written by Paul McCartney and appeared on the "Let It Be" album.

The 1970's song was the last single released by the Beatles while all four of them were still alive.

"We about ready to go?" Dean looked at Sam. "I think we're just about finished with the friendly parking lot denizens of Fargo, North Dakota. Let's push on the Twin Cities"

"Yeah, there isn't much here for us. We might as well just keep on going." Sam smiled. "I can't even be distracted by Fargo. I looked it up last night and the most interesting thing I found was that the Red River flows North through the center of town on its way to drain into Lake Winnipeg in Manitoba. North flowing rivers are kind of rare in the states."

Dean drew back. "That's it? What do they do for fun around here?"

"Don't have any idea and we definitely want to be out of here before that storm hits. The River freezes over and creates ice damns that flood the city and surrounding flat lands in the winter. Cold, wet and nasty,"

"No hunts?" Dean was surprised.

"The only things I came up with were a haunted trailer park and the Riverside Cemetery." Sam flashed a smile. "Voices only, no apparitions or attacks; seems like even the ghosts find the place boring."

Dean laughed and smacked his hands on the steering wheel. "Alright, we're out of here. God, a haunted trailer park. Really? That takes trailer trash to a whole different level."

They pulled out of the lot and found I-94 East to Fergus Falls and on to Minneapolis. The Impala loved interstates and her tires hummed happily, engine rumbling and the wind blowing through her open windows. Music surged out onto the road and that made it as close to a Winchester happy family gathering as they could get.

The Minnesota country side was wet and green and full of streams and lakes but the trees were changing colors and winter was on the way. The cows standing knee-deep in grass would soon have their backs turned to the wind and the bright fall sky would be loaded with rolling angry storm clouds.

Minneapolis was only about 4 hours or 225 miles away and they decided to skirt the metro area, have lunch and keep driving on to Rockford, Illinois, an additional 350 miles or 5 hours further along. That would make their day on the road about 10 hours long but the back of the trip would be broken. West Lafayette was only a little more than 200 miles from Rockford.

I-94 shot right through the center of Minneapolis so they didn't avoid the city traffic but it was the middle of the day when they passed through and it wasn't so bad. They stopped on the other side of the city at a highway rest stop that sported a gas station and a 50's looking diner. Dean felt like all they needed was a rowboat tied on the roof and a couple of kids in the back seat to blend right into the Minnesota life style.

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It was almost 10 by the time they found a motel on the South side of Rockford. Dean stretched the kinks out and yawned. He felt like falling straight into bed now that his back was uncurled from the car seat but his stomach was beating a big bass drum.

Sam laughed from across the room. "I can hear your stomach from over here. What do you want to eat?"

"My ass outright refuses to get back in that car." Dean responded. "Any delivery places listed on that card?" he pointed at a 'Visitor's Information' card lying on the table.

Sam picked up the card. "Pizza, spaghetti and antipasto or Chinese or chicken and fries. Take your pick." "Get whatever you like, Sam and wake me when it gets here. " Dean fell like a harvested tree onto their bed.

The smell of pizza woke him up. "Getting led around by my stomach, now," he complained. Sam came over and gave him an arm up off the bed.

"Come on. Dinner's all set up on the table. You aren't eating it in our bed. Move it."

They ate and then moved to the bed. Dean reached and touched Sam's face, outlining sculptured cheekbones and sweeping a finger over soft lips.

"All happy now?" Sam asked him and started removing their clothes. Boots first then a swift kiss. Socks next and another kiss. Sam went along, taking turns, his body then Deans' body. Dean just lay there; he felt cared for, well fed and warm and long, strong fingers were messaging his naked feet. Sam knew where to hit the nerves so that little frissons of electricity ran up his legs. His muscles began to relax and he sank into the softness of the mattress.

Sam stood and turned out all the lights then opened the curtains so that moonlight flooded into the room. He stood in front of the window and stripped. The moonlight painted every muscle with light and shadow. A glow reflected off the long flat sheaths of his thighs and ass. His shoulders, waist and crotch flowed together in a perfect V . Dean though of every marble statue he had ever seen.

Sam was beautiful and definitely not made of marble. His skin was warm and tinted gold from the sun.

"When do you go sun bathing?" Dean wondered.

Sam laughed and came back to the bed. "Never you mind. Come on. Warm up. I want to feel you get all hot and bothered." He ran his hands up and down Dean's body then pulled at his clothes.

"I'm not going to do all the work. Get up and strip, lazy ass. I want to watch." Sam lay on his side; his head propped up on one hand while he played with his cock with the other. Dean's eyes went right to Sam's crotch and he watched his brother lengthen and swell.

He stripped off the remaining pieces of fabric and lay back down on the bed, reaching out to touch that cock himself. Sam rolled on his back and let Dean fondle him. "That's good. Keep it going."

He reached out and took possession of Dean's head. Pushing it down, he murmured, "Go on. Kiss it. Run your tongue down it and then…" Sam paused. "Take me in your mouth."

Dean felt owned. He obeyed Sam's every order. He willingly suckled and Sam's hot, hard flesh filled his mouth. He dragged his fingers down broad thighs and held on, trying to sink into the tender flesh.

Sam responded with wandering hands. "Go on, big brother, keep sucking. Make me hard and I'll take care of you."

Dean heard the snick of a bottle of lube opening and Sam's hands became slick and damp. His cock was surrounded with a moist, firm hand and fingers made traces all over his ass, finally sliding down the valley and finding the promised land. First a single finger breached his opening, forcing itself in and out, over and over, until his muscle relaxed.

Then there were two fingers, stretching and pushing, The fingers made a direct prostrate hit and a thrill ran through his body, stiffening his cock .He sucked Sam harder and moaned and arched his back, trying to get those fingers in deeper.

Sam pulled him up to his lips, fingers still working him open "I love you, Dean. I'll never, ever leave you again." Sam kissed him, holding his head with his hand in his hair, fingers never leaving his ass. His head was dragged back; stretching his neck which Sam attacked with tongue and teeth.

His collar bone fell victim to Sam's lips. Dean knew there was going to be a huge bruise there tomorrow but he welcomed the mark of possession.

Sam pulled him closer, and continued to abuse his neck and shoulders, peppering marks all over the soft, sweet skin. A third finger was inserted and the burn and pain increased.

"Lay on your stomach." Sam pushed to roll his brother over. Dean cooperated and tucked his face into his pillow, fingers knotting into the sheets on either side. He felt Sam rise up to his knees and his hips were manhandled and lifted up. Now he was positioned on his spread knees with his chest on the bed and his ass on offer in the air.

Sam's tongue slid down his ass crack and stopped at the abused hole, circling and licking. He pushed in, soothing the burn a little and Dean wiggled and moaned, wanting more. In a minute he had more, a lot more. Sam's cock was a hell of a lot bigger than either the fingers or the tongue.

Sam grabbed his shoulders and held on, pounding his ass. Every thrust drove him up the bed then his lover drew him back down to meet another thrust. Each time his prostate was struck a thrill ran up his dick and the sensations were so mixed he no longer could separate them. They all felt good, He even welcomed the pain of the beating his ass was taking

Sam moved his hands to his hips and held on as he drove into Dean even harder than before. Now Dean didn't slide up. He was frozen in place and Sam drove his climax right out of him with three heavy blows to his sensitized prostrate . Dean came all over the sheets and there was an explosion of sparkling light in his head. He screamed as he came.

Sam worked through Dean's climax, reaching after his own with more heavy, hard thrusts and he emptied himself in his brother's tight, clenching channel with a deep long moan. They froze, locked into position while they caught their breath.

Sam pulled out with a little tug and fell on his back. Dean lay on his side, staring at the man who had just pounded him into submission and gave him the best fuck of his life.

Now that they could hear again, they noticed a pounding noise that wasn't their fault. Evidently the neighbors felt audience participation was needed. They heard a man's voice say "Thank God. I think they've killed each other."

Sam giggled and reached over and pulled Dean closer. He kissed the top of Dean's head, "I guess we put on a show for the people."

The brothers fell asleep in each other's arms.