Strangely enough, once the brothers got home, neither of them felt sick. True, the thought of being in close proximity to the other brother naked was nauseating enough, but it was overpowered by their mutual arousal for Chalice. Cas never said she was immortal or she was going to live through the chemical attack. Both brothers realized that this may be the last time they would be able to taste her, to touch her, to hear her voice. They were both so addicted to her that the awkwardness of the situation almost seemed like a minor price to pay. Each of the Winchester brothers got cleaned up without knowing that Chalice was doing the same. As Chalice, Sam and Dean took their showers, they felt each droplet of hot water kiss every inch of their luscious bodies, their luxurious flesh…realizing that this may be the last time that any of them ever felt that sensation again.
Later that evening Chalice heard a knock at her door. Of course it was the Winchesters; she let them in. She wasn't wearing any make-up, but she was still breathtakingly beautiful. She didn't fix her hair, but it didn't matter. All she had to do was wash and brush it, and she looked like a Pantene commercial. She was more radiant than she had ever been, accept…
"What are you wearing?" Sam asked, trying not to be rude. It was orange and blue and shapeless. It was hideous.
"It's a moo-moo," she told them.
"Why would you even own something like that?" Dean asked.
"I figured if I looked pretty it would make it harder for you to kill me." She started to cry. "I'm not human, alright! I don't know what the fuck I am! I don't know why I betrayed you two, I knew it was wrong…I know it doesn't mean anything, but I love you both so much…but I'm a monster and you'll have to decapitate me. I've been trying to kill myself all day, so if we can just make this quick…"
"We aren't here to kill you," Sam told her. The brothers could feel the blood pumping to fill their manhood, even in her ugly moo-moo. Each man had to use all their willpower not to rip off her clothes and do her, right in the center of the room. Dean was holding a small bag.
Chalice wiped away her tears. "Why are you both here then? What's in the brown paper bag?"
Dean took a deep breath and pulled out the contents of the bag: a bottle of K-Y Jelly.
"I thought you might want me to use this," he said quietly, looking guilty.
Chalice squinted, confused.
"How do you want us to work this?" Sam asked slowly, shaking.
Chalice thought she knew what they might be getting at, but she didn't see what this had to do with her being a monster. She opened her mouth to speak, but nothing came out.
"Cas said you had limited psychic abilities," Sam explained. "Maybe they only work if we're touching you…" He reached out his hand and held Chalice's face. First she felt pleasure in his touch but then pulled away in dismay.
"I can't, I can't be the Holy Grail!" she stammered to herself, knowing it was true but not wanting to believe it. "And the ritual…it's-it's wrong! I can't do it!"
Dean couldn't take it anymore. He walked up behind her and moved the hair off of her back. He ran his soft lips across her back, between her shoulder blades. Her body broke out in goose bumps; her nipples became hard and tingly. Dean learned that the best thing about the moo-moo is that it was easy to remove, and it fell to the floor. She was wearing nothing underneath. He nibbled on her neck while he ran his hands down her arms. He wrapped his arms around her and fondled her breasts. She was like butter in his arms. Sam realized he should have been repulsed by this, or be envious; instead he just watched, feeling his mouth water.
"You can't do this, or you don't want to?" Sam asked Chalice breathlessly.
Chalice pulled him in for a kiss. Dean removed his hands from her breasts so Sam could rest them there, along with his face and mouth. Dean's hands traveled south to frolic among the neither regions. She helped Sam remove his clothes, and then turned around to kiss and undress Dean. This gave Dean the opportunity to suck on her nipples, while Sam kissed her ass. She performed phelatio on them separately; when it was her turn, they both went down on her, one at a time. It really wasn't much different than sharing a bottle of beer. Eventually they all crawled into bed together, but only after Chalice brushed her teeth (from Sam's urging.)