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Chapter 20 Sweat

Dean found working on the Impala hard going with his limited movement in his left arm; he took his time and tried not to be frustrated. His back was also starting to throb lower down and he found himself sweating freely very early into the work. Aside from putting on the new fan belt and oil filter and putting in new oil he checked the alignment on the harmonic balancer and made some adjustments. He checked all the pulleys for wear and other problems. When he finished he put the tools away and grabbed a bottle of water and the half of his breakfast he didn't eat for breakfast eating it for lunch. Sam would pitch a fit if he knewbut Dean felt nauseous when he ate this morning and didn't feel like eating much. He was as thirsty as he had been when he woke in the hospital and drank two bottles with his late lunch.

After lunch Dean decided to give the Impala a tune as she had sounded a bit rough on the way here last night. So he grabbed the tools and set to work, starting up the car and tuning her up. He took his time but his back was not enjoying leaning under the hood so much and by the time he finished he had continuous pain above his waist that was spreading down into his groin. After putting the tools away again Dean limped inside to use the bathroom and had anther bottle of water and some Tylenol. He grabbed a jacket and his wallet and got behind the wheel. Dean stared her up again. She sounded great after the tune. Deciding to push his luck he drove the two blocks to the self service car wash carefully, knowing full well this was the first time he had driven in almost two months.

He didn't have to wait long for a bay to become empty and gave the Impala a good clean finishing with a wax. He used his own cloths to dry her off under the shade of a tree next to the vacuum cleaners. He went slowly never realizing before how much back work there was in simply drying the car off properly. After he finshed he stretched and drank more water and packed up his car cloths.

He checked his watch in his pocket to see he still had 45 minutes until Sam was due back, so he spent half an hour vacuuming the inside of his baby out. It would normally have taken only half that time but his back hated the vacuuming and he had to keep stretching it out so he could keep going. That and the fact he had sweat pouring down his face even though he was back to being in a T shirt. The weather as predicted was over cast and cold with the wind picking up as he finished the job.

When he got back to the motel Sam was not yet there so Dean grabbed his oil filter wrench and a cloth and crawled under the Impala. He had noticed some drops of oil on the ground after he had moved the car at the car wash and he wanted to check to see if the filter was seated properly. As soon as he settled under the car he heard Sam return. He paused when he heard Sam get out of the car then walk around and stop next to his feet.
"Hey Sammy."

Sam stopped when he saw Dean sticking out from under the front of the car. He could see Dean from mid chest down and Dean's T shirt had pulled up to over his belly button. Sam's breath hitched and caught in his throat when he saw the sweat beading over the tight muscles of his abs. Sam heard himself say "Hey" but it felt like a million miles away.
"How did you go?"
"Okay. No problems." still a million miles away.
"I'm just about done here and we can run the car back."
"Okay."

Sam stared as Dean's stomach stretched as he worked under the car. The top of his boxers were visible over the waistband of his jeans and Sam could see the fine hair there going down into Dean's boxers. The weight Dean had lost lately had made his jeans more low slung than they normally were and the movement under the car had pulled them down a little. The weather was cloudy and overcast but for a few seconds the sun had come out and shone on Deans stomach, further highlighting the fine golden hairs the prominent muscles and glistening sweat for Sam.

The sight of Dean lying there his stomach exposed and the top of his boxers showing Sam enough to feel very horny all of a sudden. Sam kneeled down and ran his hand over Dean's uncovered stomach. Dean's stomach jolted from the initial touch then his stomach continued stretching when he went back to work. Sam kept his hand moving on Dean's stomach as he worked, enjoying the feeling of Dean's skin and muscles. It was only about 90 seconds but felt a lot longer to Sam and Dean found it hard to concentrate finishing the job and wiping it over with the cloth. Dean crawled slowly out from under the car and Sam helped him up, going hard instantly as he took in Dean's tight sweaty T shirt and the oil and grime on his skin.

Sam pulled Dean into the motel room by his hand. Once in the door he dropped his things on the floor and yanked Deans T shirt over his head. He kissed him deeply as he walked him over to the bed. He pulled his own jacket and shirt off then his belt and quickly undid his pants but didnt bother to pull them off or even take the time to free his erection.

When he had Dean at the bed he lay him down and licked a path down to Dean's stomach muscles laving the hot, sweaty skin with his tongue.
"God, Dean."
Sam moaned as he mounted Deans right leg and pushed his erection fervently against Dean's leg while he licked, bit lightly and sucked at Dean's stomach. Sam pushed Dean's stomach up into his mouth with his hands on Deans back, pushing his back up off the bed. Sam felt his climax build with alarming speed and he pushed his hips down hard and pumped into Dean's leg fast. He wanted to scream but didn't want to take his lips off Dean's stomach. His skin was hot and sweat pooled tantalizingly in his navel and Sam drank it down. Dean raked his hand through Sam's hair and Sam climaxed, whimpering and panting into Dean's stomach. Dean gripped Sam tight as he calmed down knowing it was a bit of a one sided show but wanting Sam to take it when he wanted it. He hugged and kissed Sam letting him know verbally and physically he was okay with it.

While Sam took a quick shower and changed he thought about what had happened. He had gone again before Dean had had a chance do anything and was feeling like a teenager with how quickly he had gone and just at the sight of Dean being sweaty and work grimed. Dean was bringing all sorts of things out in Sam he didnt know he had in him. Sam knew he would worry this one to death in no time but didnt want there to be an awkwardness between them so he was determined to go against his nature and try not to think about it. Dean had certainly been great afterwards so he should to.

Dean put his T shirt and his jacket back and on washed the grime off his hands and face then drank more water while he waited for Sam. They took the rental car back, Dean driving slowly behind in the Impala. Sam checking the rearview mirror about fifty times to make sure Dean was doing okay. Then they dropped off the used oil from the Impala at the auto shop and grabbed dinner at a local bar. They talked about what Sam had found when interviewing family's of the victims that day.
"Well," said Sam, "John Worth was returning from the library was found hanging from a bridge, his car in the river. The cops are calling it a suicide but he had weird stab marks like nothing they had ever seen. They are also saying self inflicted, but no weapon was found." Sam referred to his notes "Marie Michelson , was found in her home all the doors and windows locked , she was three weeks pregnant she had strange claw marks no weapon was found, but get this the coroner is not releasing what kind of injuries she had. Mark Pethrick, out jogging one morning found two days later in a ditch with bite marks the coroner claimed were made by a dog. Jane Waites returning from a meeting with friends found in her car in the forest nowhere near where she was going not much of her left unfortunately."

Sam looked at Dean who was picking at his food his eyes had a faraway look to them.
"What's the ratio man to woman with these deaths, Sam?" Dean said slowly.
Sam looked through his notes. "These been six deaths and….four women, two men. That's strange."
"Hmm, our killer prefers women."
"But the deaths are so different and the cycles wrong for werewolves and black dogs."
"Hmm, rules out the spells and hexes and I'd say by the evidence the killer has enough brain power the make it look like a few different things making it harder to pin down. And to get into buildings yet it dosen't feel random."
Dean drank some water slowly; something was tickling the back of his brain.

Sam finished his food, and noticed Dean hadn't even got halfway through his burger. Even stranger was they were eating at a pub and Dean hadn't ordered a beer with his meal, he had stuck with water. Sam had taken his cue from Dean and stayed with orange juice. The waitress came to clear the plates and Sam asked for two coffees as she took his plate. She turned to take Deans and noticed he'd hardly touched it. Dean pushed his plate forward
"Its okay I'm done, thanks."
"Are you sure? Would you like me to wrap it up for you?" She asked.
"No it's fine. Turns out I'm not that hungry."

Dean tried to assure her with a smile that everything was okay. She took the plate and went off to get the coffees.
"Dean are you okay?" Sam was starting to worry again.
"I'm fine Sammy just a bit nauseous, probably too much activity today."
Dean got up to go and use the bathroom. His brain was going through the clues of the case so rapidly he almost walked into the women's bathroom. He actually had to shake his head to clear it enough to use the mens room. There was something about this hunt that was achingly familiar. It felt like it was dancing across his brain.

While he was gone the coffees came and Sam waited till Dean got back, then they drank them together. Sam talked about the case while Dean sat and listened. He didn't have much to say but his brain was ticking away narrowing down the creature that they need to hunt. When the coffees were done Sam suggested they have a beer before heading back, the bar was quiet and Sam felt relaxed enough sit for a while.
"Actually, I want head back and have a shower."

Dean surprised himself with the words that came out of his mouth. He'd just said no to a beer! The first one in a long time. Sam looked surprised too.
"Are you sure you're okay?"
"Well you had a shower and I haven't. I stink from being under a car all day." said Dean somewhat defensively.
And if he had to admit it, a couple of those 8 hour Tylenol had his name written on them. His back was sore and the damn headache was making a return .
"Okay, let's go." Sam wasn't reassured all and it showed on his face.
"Its okay, Sammy. I'd prefer to spend the time with you anyway."
He put one arm around Sam as they left the pub. Sam startled at first then took what he could get putting his arm around Dean and hugging back.

TBC