A/N: Short ass chapter... For Lisa, because she's impatient and needed a little extra tonight ;)

They were in the Impala, following behind Spangler as they made the trip back up to the camp site. "Sorry we had to leave you hangin', Sammy," Dean said, glancing over to his brother. "I thought this ghost crap was taken care of."

"We missed something," Sam replied. "And uh...it's not your fault, ya know. I think I'll live, anyway."

"What are we doing, Sam?" Dean looked at him, then back to the road. "I mean...do you want this?"

"Was I unclear about what I want, back at the hotel?" Sam asked, incredulously.

"No! I mean...no," Dean said. "I just... This is... This is kinda big," he looked over at him, again.

All frustration left Sam's face. "Yeah, I know. I didn't mean... I mean, I know I said this wouldn't change us. I'm sorry... If you don't want this-"

"Was I unclear about what I want, back at the hotel?" Dean retorted.

Sam thought back, about what happened in the room before they were so rudely interrupted. He thought about how Dean lost control; how he fucked himself on Sam's fingers, and up into his mouth. How he shouted his release, holding Sam's head...

"No," Sam said, breathlessly, shaking his head, as if the word hadn't actually formed. His palm pressed down the length of his re-hardening shaft through his jeans, absentmindedly relieving a bit of the tension.

Dean saw this and swallowed against a suddenly dry mouth. He focused his eyes back on the road. Then he let out a small laugh. "Ya know," he started, "All the years I forced any thoughts or feelings that ever popped into my head about you...and here we are, anyway..."

Sam's head shot in his direction, eyes wide. "What?" his voice cracked. His chest kinda burned, and something in his stomach fluttered with a mixture of disbelief and eternal joy.

"Yeah, I...I wasn't gonna tell you this, because it kinda makes me a freak."

"I've been in love with you since the seventh grade," Sam spat out. The look Dean tossed him, was priceless. The car swerved a bit, and Dean got it under control, before Sam continued. "I just...would never let myself think about it. I shoved it all down, and never let it stay in my head, because if I let myself feel that way, then I really was a freak. So I ignored it. I ignored it my whole damn life, Dean. And what happened in that warehouse," he shook his head in disbelief, "I didn't want that- I mean, I didn't want it to be how it... uh... I'm trying to figure out how to word this..."

"You didn't want it to give you away."

"No," Sam said, without hesitation. "No. I didn't want it to bring it all back out again. And then after... when you made me..." his breathe sped up again. "I didn't think that would happen. That'd it'd feel so... But it did. And then I couldn't stop thinking about it..."

Dean tried to play it off cool, like Sam's words hadn't just melted through him and made everything in the whole fucked up world suddenly okay. He tried to concentrate on the road, but could see Sam's hand moving in his lap again, and he glanced over. "Geez, Sammy. Can't go up to the site like that," he motioned to the ridiculous bulge in the front of his pants. "Go ahead. Take care of yourself, Sam. We've got another ten minutes of drive time."

Sam's breath sped up as nerves washed over him, and he looked over at Dean, fully now, maybe suddenly a bit sheepish.

"Aw come on, Sammy. Don't be shy," Dean smiled. "Napkins in the glove compartment," he winked.

Sam saw past the cockiness, and saw the desire in his brother's eyes. That gave him a sudden burst of confidence, and suddenly he found himself unfastening his jeans and yanking them down some.

"Atta boy," Dean said, just short of his voice cracking in the process. Sam got straight to work, gathering the glistening precome from the head of his cock, and stroking firmly all the way down the shaft, letting out a light groan of satisfaction. He knew it was turning Dean on. He bit down on his bottom lip and looked over at him. Dean was trying really really hard not to look away from the road.

"Dean?" Sam said, innocently. "You wanna watch, don't you?" he asked, knowingly. He watched Dean's jaw work, and his hands tighten around the steering wheel. Sam didn't look away from him as he continued to stroke, lazily yanking, then reaching down to his balls. He tugged on them, making another groan that caused Dean to glance over, without turning his head. That's when Sam moved his finger lower, back behind his balls, and let out an open-mouth groan of pleasure as he circled his hole with precome-slick finger-tips.

"Geez, Sam," Dean breathed. "Kinda gettin' me all worked up over here."

"Good. I want you to help me," Sam told him.

"Yeah? What do you want me to do?" he glanced over.

"Want you to fuck me," Sam told him.

The car jerked, wildly, and Dean brought it under control again, "Sam, I'm kinda drivin'..."

"So, pull over," Sam pleaded. "We can catch up to them." Dean looked torn. "Please, Dean. Won't take too long. I'm already close. Just...wanna feel you inside me..."

Dean screeched the car off the road, pulling up beside a shut down gas station, and decided to go around back. He threw the car into park and barely turned the ignition off before Sam was meeting him halfway to crash their mouths together. Sam's hand grappled at Dean's jeans, practically tearing them open.

"Glove compartment," Dean said, between kisses.

"Can get napkins out later," Sam argued.

"Condom, Sam."

"Don't need it."

"You wanna walk around camp all day with come dripping out your ass, be my guest." That seemed to make Sam stop and think. He decidedly reached over to the glove compartment and fetched the condom, handing it to Dean. Then he flipped over, turning around in the seat, facing away from Dean, and yanked his own jeans down, almost to where his knees touched the seat. He reached into the glove compartment and grabbed the napkins, throwing them down on the seat, before setting his hands on the door where it met the window.

Spit-slick fingers didn't need to work long, to stretch Sam enough, before the younger Winchester was begging for him to start already. And Dean realized, as he buried himself into his brother, that this was the first they were actually having sex, uncoerced, voluntary, full-blown sex. In the Impala, at that. In public. This was so many kinds of illegal where they were right now. Dean couldn't find it in himself to care.

"Fuck yes!" Sam shouted, once Dean was fully seated. As if Dean's cock was a heroin fix Sam had been dying for for days now. "Please...Dean, please..."

"God, Sam... Feels so godamn good..."

"Please... fuck me, Dean, come on. Come on!"

"Fucking bossy," Dean retorted, pulling out and slamming back in.

"Mmm... We've got a job, remember- fuck!"

"Yeah, yeah..." the banter seemed ridiculous, and soon died out amidst the overpowering cries of pleasure. Sam came first, his head slamming against the side of the door as he lost balance in the intensity of it. And the clamping, pulsing of Sam's ass around Dean's cock, pulled Dean over with a shout and a grunt and a "Fuck, Sam..."

*...*...*

"Took you so long?" Spangler asked, as Sam and Dean piled out of the Impala and strode toward them. "One minute, you were behind us. Next thing, you're no where to be found."

"Had to make a pit stop," Dean explained. "Don't be a bitch. We were like five minutes."

"Yeah, just...show us where they found the body," Sam suggested.

"Fine," Spangler replied, and turned to head up the trail. Sam and Dean shared a glance, then followed behind him...

(to be continued...)