Well, spring break did not go exactly as I planned, but I hope that this smut chapter will make things up to you.

For dinner, they wound up at another bar slash restaurant. Sam wouldn't mind finding some place with a little less grease on the menu, but Dean would throw a fit if he ever suggested such a thing. At any rate, it wasn't exactly feasible to go looking for a less shady establishment. This was cheap and they could hustle some pool afterwards. He hated hustling, but they couldn't pay for everything in illegitimate credit cards and honest work didn't pay very well.

The scene in the bar was about the same as last night and most any night before. The brothers found a table, might take a glance at their menu, and then Dean commenced his nightly flirtation with the waitress. Sam suspected that the only reason they were eating at this joint instead of the one they'd patronized last night was because Dean needed some fresh meat. And didn't that thought just sit sourly in Sam's stomach.

And, sure enough, when the waitress approached it wasn't some grizzled woman who'd been working for tips since the first tavern opened its doors. No, it was a gorgeous red head with legs up to there and a bust to make stronger men than Dean weep. Even as wrapped up as he was in his brother, Sam wasn't immune to her charms. Six months ago, he might've actually considered picking her up himself. This wasn't six months ago.

She smiled at them, flashing straight, pearly white teeth. "Hey boys, my name is Vivian and I'll be your waitress. What can I get you?" The way her eyes slid over Dean made even Sam in his multiple layers feel like he needed some more clothes on.

Dean gave her a hot once over and didn't even try to hide the sex in his eyes. "You mean besides your number?" He flashed his classic smile, the one that got him out of so much trouble. She pursed her lips, but the corners of her mouth twitched up, like she was fighting a smile. "Well, I suppose I'll have a burger and fries." He shot Sam a look that said, Say something. Sam just rolled his eyes.

Vivian jotted his order down before she cast her blinding smile Sam's direction. Somewhat to his surprise, she gave him the same hot look she'd given Dean. Sure, Sam knew he was more than passably attractive, but, usually, once a girl laid eyes on his older brother, their blinders came on. "And how about you, sugar?"

Not really sure what made him do it, Sam let his eyes start at her toes (encased in strappy fuck-me pumps) and slide slowly the rest of the way up, lingering at her breasts and lips. "I'll have a rib-eye. Side of fries. And a beer." He smiled at her, his sweetest smile. "Thanks."

Dean narrowed his eyes on Sam. "A beer for me, too."

"I'll be right back with that," she veritably purred.

After she had gone, a noticeable spring in her step, Dean turned on him. "What the fuck was that?"

Sam suppressed a grin. Honestly, he didn't know what had made him do it, but he'd be damned if he admitted that to Dean. "What was what?"

"You know damn well. Go find your own if you're in the mood again already. This one's mine."

"'This one' has a name, you know, Dean." Now that he had opened the door, he didn't really want to close it. And, as he looked at his brother, an idea formed. He could never have what he wanted. He knew that. It was sick and perverted. He'd go to his grave with that secret. But…Vivian hadn't exactly made it a secret that she was attracted to both of them. Sam thought she was beautiful. He was attracted to her. If he couldn't have Dean, maybe he could have the next best thing, so to speak. A threesome.

He wasn't sure if it was a good idea – honestly it probably wasn't. He'd be able to look, but not touch, what he wanted. He'd have to watch as Dean lost himself in the one he really wanted. At the same time, this would be the closest he could possibly get to actually being with Dean. Who knew when an opportunity like this one would arise again?

Dean huffed, drawing him from his thoughts. "I know. But, come on, you just got laid last night. Isn't that usually enough to last you for a year?"

"Very funny." Sam leaned back in his chair. "You're just going to have to share, Dean."

The older man leaned on the table towards Sam. "What do you mean 'share'?" Sam answered the question with a pointed look. "Oh…hell." Dean fell back in his chair. One hand disappeared and Sam realized Dean had just had to adjust himself. It seemed he liked the idea. "Have you ever…?"

"Nope. First time for everything, I guess. You?"

Dean shook his head. "Who the hell would I trust to do that with?" He glanced around the bar, finding Vivian working another table. "You really want to share her?"

Sam's voice came out a low growl. "Yes."

When Vivian returned to their table with their meals, the dynamic had changed. Sam and Dean were both in on the game. They knew what they wanted. The air seemed to crackle around their table. They called her back frequently for one thing or another, any excuse to get her back to their table.

Finally, when she came to pick up their plates, Sam leaned forward and snagged her hand before she could pick anything up. "My brother and I," he paused a heartbeat to emphasize their relationship to each other, "were wondering what time you got off tonight." At least the first time.

She swayed towards him, her full lower lip caught between her teeth. "I get off in an hour." She slid her pretty blue eyes from Sam to Dean and back. "You guys feel like waiting?"

"Darling," Dean drawled, "We got nothing but time when it comes to you."

Sam was pretty sure he saw her shiver.

She collected the plates and they decided to kill the time by hustling pool. Dean's eyes stayed focused on her as she moved around the room, paying little attention to the game that Sam was playing. Sam slid her a few glances, but, when he didn't have his attention on the game, his eyes were on Dean. Which obviously he knew was wrong, but all the rules were just a little bit off tonight, weren't they?

Dean felt strung tighter than a bow. Sure, he'd had dozens – hundreds – of fantasies where he was part of a threesome. Most of those involved two girls, of course, but still. This was different. He wasn't looking forward to this quite as much as he would've been half a year ago. What he really wanted was to take Sam back to their motel room and fuck until they both passed out. He supposed, in a way, they were about to do that – only with a girl between them. A barrier. Bright yellow "Police Line: Do Not Cross" tape. He supposed he at least wouldn't have to hide the boner he'd have from having a very naked Sam in bed with him. But that was kind of the point of this whole thing, at least to him. He had no idea why Sam had orchestrated this, but, for him, it was all about the chance to be with his brother without being with him.

Which, you know, was probably pretty unfair to the girl…whose name he totally remembered…but as long as she had a good time, it would hardly be the worst sin he'd committed.

Despite Dean's distraction, they did manage to hustle a few bills before Vivian (see, Sam? Dean thought to himself. Totally remember her name) came over to them, jacket draped over her arm.

"So, boys, are you still up for getting out of here together?" She looked between them, eyes heavy lidded.

Dean pushed away his royally fucked thoughts and gave her his most seductive smile. "You bet your pert ass, sweetheart." He put his arm around her shoulders and pulled her into his side. "I hope you're ready for a wild ride."

"Sound more cheesy, Dean," Sam said as he came around the pool table.

Vivian just let out a purr-like hum and eased into Dean's side. "You might be the one in for a wild ride."

One of Sam's giant hands settled on her lower back. "I, for one, hope we all are."

"Now who's being cheesy?" Dean led their little group from the bar. "I'm Dean, and that's Sam."

Her hand came to rest on his ass. "Very nice to meet you both." A quick glance back to Dean that Sam was getting similar treatment. He felt a flicker of jealousy, but quickly smothered it. He had no right to that feeling. None at all.

As they approached the Impala, Vivian broke away and stroked her hand over the hood. "This is your car?"

Dean grinned. "Yeah, she's my baby. Isn't she gorgeous?"

"She is. Man, you two are smoking hot and you drive this car? What's the catch here?"

We hunt and fight monsters for a living. And I have incestuous feelings for my brother. Oh, and all the girls that Sam sleeps with tend to end up dead, so there's about an 80/20 chance of you making it out of this alive. "What can I say? We're perfect." He flashed another toothy grin. "Or, at least, I am."

Sam snorted softly, opened the back door, and slid onto the bench seat, pulling Vivian in with him. "You'll find that my brother has an awfully inflated opinion of himself."

"No idea what you mean, Sammy." Dean got into the driver's seat and started the Impala. He glanced into the rearview mirror and found Sam and Vivian already locked in a heated kiss. Jealousy flared, but was drowned out by lust. For Sam, for the girl. It all blended together. His jeans got tighter. Very soon, they'd be back at the motel. Clothes would be shed. What better night could he have?

Pretending, of course, that "better" in his new, perverted mind would be a night with just a naked Sam and no girl between them. Yeah. Forgetting that part.

He drove the rest of the way to the motel, one eye on the road and one on the lovers in the back seat. Sam had her heavy breasts cupped in his hands when Dean shut the car off. "Hold that thought. We're here."

Vivian slid out of Sam's lap and got out of the car. She didn't look terribly impressed by the cheap motel, but neither did she look like she was going to walk. "So I guess you're not from around here."

Dean pulled her against him and slanted his mouth over hers, tasting his brother on her tongue. "We're not from anywhere." He claimed her mouth in another kiss while Sam got the door to their room. He maneuvered his buxom waitress into the motel and pressed her back against the door. This is what he was good at. Kissing, touching, fucking. It was as natural to him as breathing. There was an edge now, and it wasn't all just the twisted things he'd been feeling. It felt good to have Sam's eyes on him, felt good to be watched. He'd never thought himself a voyeur, but he may need to reconsider. Of course, he knew that Sam was really looking at the girl; it felt like something else, though. Either way, it was hot. Kissing this beautiful, willing woman while his brother looked on, waiting his turn.

He felt Sam's heat come up close, at his back but not quite touching. "You have to share, Dean."

Dean smiled up at him. "Hey, you got her all to yourself on the ride over."

Vivian laughed throatily and looked up at them, eyes hazy with passion. "We've got all night, boys." She put a hand on each of their chests and pushed, stepping away from them. "You're both wearing too many clothes." She sat down on one of the beds and removed her heels. "Come on, show me my prizes."

Dean's dick throbbed and his hands rushed to pull off his jacket and shirts. Fuck, she was just the kind of girl he liked to go to bed with. She knew what she wanted and wasn't afraid to say it.

Next to him, Sam seemed to share his thoughts. "Where have you been all our lives?"

His voice pulled Dean's eyes over to him. Sam's shirts were gone, his bare chest rising and falling with his heavy breaths. Dean swallowed hard, struggling to hide how much he wanted to touch that smooth expanse. Instead, he tore his gaze away and bent to remove his boots. He had to focus on the girl. She was exactly his type. A welcome distraction from his ugly desires. He could steal looks at his brother, but his focus had to be Vivian.

"God, you two are fucking gorgeous, aren't you?" She pulled off her top, leaving her in only a lacy bra and her skirt. She crooked a finger at Sam, who had just finished removing his pants. "Come here."

Vivian watched the huge, muscular man cross the room in a heady mix of awe and desire. A foot away, his brother, Dean, was stepping out of his worn jeans. They were both drop dead gorgeous, though differently. Sam was a mountain of a man, with longer, brown hair and brooding, hazel eyes. Dean, on the other hand, was shorter and slimmer. Stocky was probably the word. Dirty blond rather than brunet. And the most amazing green eyes she had ever seen. They had matching, inky black tattoos over their hearts. Both of them, so heartbreakingly beautiful. How had she gotten so lucky as to have them to herself for a night?

A voice at the back of her head told her to be wary. These men were strangers and they weren't from around here. They could be any kind of psycho. They could kill her and leave her body in the tub. She couldn't feel afraid, though. Not even when they removed guns and knives along with their clothes.

When Sam reached her, she ran her hands over his chest. He dipped down and kissed her again. He was fantastic at that, kissing. Coaxing her tongue into his mouth to suck on it, then pressing forward and taking over. A moan escaped her as two hands came up to cup her breasts from behind and a warm chest pressed against her back. She looked back to find Dean there, his face pulled tight in an intense expression.

His mouth came down to murmur at her ear, hot breath puffing against her skin, making her shiver. "Is he a good kisser, Vivian?" It was posed as a question, but didn't sound much like one. It sounded more like he knew the answer already. She didn't have any time to ponder that, though, because Sam drew her attention back to another kiss.

Dean's lips, tongue, and teeth teased her ear while his hands opened the clasp on her bra and pulled the scrap of material from her arms. Warm, callused fingers played around her nipples before his hands cupped her breasts and kneaded slowly.

Vivian had never done anything like this before, and now she knew why. Having two men focused only on her was intense. Four hands mapped her body. Her own manicured fingers traced a muscled chest while another one pressed against her bare back. Sam's mouth left hers and glided down her neck to her breast and took one of her nipples between his lips. A nipple that was already between Dean's fingers. She watched as his lips met Dean's rough fingers and it sent a surge of heat between her legs, though she couldn't have said exactly why the sight was such a turn on.

"Fuck," Dean uttered hoarsely. He attacked her neck, sucking at her throbbing pulse. Against her lower back, she could feel his hard length. It kicked against her as Sam continued to suckle her, tongue flicking out and sliding over Dean's fingers.

It turned him on to feel his brother's touch while they touched her? That probably should have sent up a red flag, turned her off, something, but it didn't. It was incredibly erotic, actually. She could feel the lines between the appropriate and the not blurring.

Sam switched between her nipples, sucking and tonguing them, Dean's fingers always there. A moan falling from her lips, she let her head fall back onto Dean's shoulder. "God, boys, you're killing me."

Sam smiled around her taut flesh. "You'll die happy." His large hands ran up her thighs and came to the top of her skirt.

She arched between them, reaching back to tangle her fingers in Dean's short hair. "I'll die frustrated if you don't get a move on."

"Bossy woman." Dean cupped her jaw and turned her head so he could pull her into a slow, searching kiss. Sam, meanwhile, drew her skirt and panties down her legs. Totally unabashed, she spread her legs wider.

Sam knelt next to the bed and roughly pulled her hips to the edge. Dean pulled back from the kiss and murmured, "Do you want his talented mouth on you, Vivian?" She caught his eyes straying down to and lingering on Sam. Not on her bared pussy, but very definitely Sam. A rush of wetness bloomed in her core in response.

"God, yes," she said throatily. She nipped his jaw lightly. "But how do you know his mouth is talented, Dean?" She wasn't sure what made her ask it or what answer she wanted. But she did catch a quick, heated glance between the brothers. There was something there.

"Isn't it?" was all Dean said before he kissed her again. She wanted to press, wanted to know what existed between these two beautiful brothers, but she didn't. It wasn't her business, after all.

Coherent thought flew out of her head when Sam's mouth closed over her and his tongue slid through her slit. She moaned into Dean's mouth and tugged at his hair. "God, yes." He bit her lower lip lightly and eased her back onto the bed. When she reached for him, wanting his heat and hardness against her, he smiled and dodged her.

"I need a taste now." He leaned down and took one of her nipples into his mouth. She moaned at twisted under him. A mouth at her breast and at her pussy was almost too much to stand.

She did manage to notice, through her impassioned haze, the way Sam's hazel eyes came up to watch Dean.

Sounds that she couldn't control escaped her. Her hands found Dean's hair and held on. She might have worried she was pulling too much or too hard, but the way his hips thrust against the coarse bedsheet told her that he was feeling no pain. He nipped and gently tugged at the taut flesh of her nipples, making her writhe beneath them.

"God," she moaned brokenly as Sam's tongue danced over her clit, "don't stop. I'm so –" She couldn't finish her train of thought because two of Sam's long fingers entered her, stretching her in the best way.

Dean's mouth left her and his gleaming green eyes looked down at his brother. His voice came out as a rough growl. "Move over." Sam's eyes snapped up, briefly meeting with Dean's. His wicked tongue drug its way up through her slit before flicking free.

Dean slid down her body and shouldered Sam over. Their sides pressed together in the close confines between her spread legs. The sight of these two men bent close to her aching center was almost too much, especially on top of Sam's fingers still thrusting deeply inside her. Vivian let out a soft cry as Dean closed his mouth over her.

The orgasm started at her toes and then took the rest of her by storm. As the spasms washed over her, she couldn't contain her cries of ecstasy, or the way her fists clenched in Sam and Dean's hair. It seemed to go on forever, Dean's talented tongue teasing her clit and Sam's fingers working inside her drawing her release out, amplifying it. Finally, she had to beg for a reprieve before they eased away from her, large hands rubbing soothingly over her trembling legs.

"Fuck," she was finally able to breathe out.

Dean smiled, but it wasn't his usual, easy one. This one was tense, needy. Both of her new, temporary lovers still needed release. "That's the general idea."

That drew a little laugh out of her. "How do you want me?"

Dean caressed her with his eyes, from her head down to the place still glistening from their mouths. "I think Sammy would appreciate it if you'd suck him."

Oh, fucking hell, that was hot. Sam was barely able to keep from moaning. Hearing Dean tell her what to do to him…it was almost like she'd be doing it for Dean. At least, that was how his lust-filled brain interpreted it. Still, he was reluctant when he moved up the bed. Down where he was, his right side was flush with Dean's left, his breather's heat seeping into him. He wanted to stay there, pressed up against him, but that was out of the question. This thing was about stolen looks, innocuous touches. Staying in place would hardly be innocuous. Despite what he wanted, he moved up the bed.

He bent to kiss her, nipping her lower lip lightly. "Don't you think you taste good?" He was pleased when an aroused shiver ran down her spine.

"Turn over, sweetheart." Dean said, hands on her hips to coax her over onto her hands and knees.

When she was up, she grinned at Sam and shook her ass at Dean. "You've got quite an act to follow after that opening performance."

A smack rang through the room as Dean gave her pert ass a quick spank. "Don't worry, honey, you won't be disappointed." He left the bed and grabbed a condom from his duffle. Sam's eyes watched him roll it on from under his lashes. He couldn't even tear his eyes away when Vivian nuzzled his aching cock and took the head into her mouth. He just remembered doing the same thing to Dean. The memory brought one of his hands up to tangle in her long, thick hair and he forced himself to look down and watch her. It wasn't fair to think of being with someone else when she was so willingly going down on him.

The bed dipping drew his eyes back up just in time to see Dean line his cock up with her slit and thrust slowly inside. Sam's breath punched out of him and the jealousy he'd almost forgotten about came raging back. He wanted to feel Dean inside him so badly that he could nearly feel Dean's thighs against his ass. His memories crept back to the forefront of his mind. The feel of Dean's cock between his slicked up thighs. His hard length rubbing across his balls and that sensitive spot behind them. His strong chest at his back and the way his arm had wrapped around his chest and held him tight. Sam couldn't tear his eyes away from Dean's hips, his stomach. The way his muscles moved and flexed as he buried his length inside their willing lover. With the tiny portion of his brain that was working, he tried to hide his stare as well as he could beneath his lashes.

Vivian worked him with her mouth, her moans vibrating around him. Sam vaguely wondered if he'd been as good at sucking cock as she was. He still couldn't focus on her, not really. He was absorbed with the movement Dean's hips, the grip of his hands on Vivian's soft hips. The same hands that had clutched him close in the heat of the moment.

He lifted his eyes to steal a glance at Dean's face to find his green stare already on him. A flush chased up Sam's neck into his face and he dropped his eyes down to Vivian, praying that Dean just thought he'd absently glanced up or something. Vivian turned her eyes up and met his. They gleamed with knowing, though he had no idea why. She hummed around him, pulling a groan from his throat.

"Fuck, Vivian, yes." Sam let himself shallowly fuck her mouth, watching his cock slide between her lips.

Dean's pace increased, the sound of his thighs slapping against hers loud in the relative quiet. Sam's attention was yet again drawn to him. His hold on his self control was less than negligible under the intense pleasure of Vivian's mouth on him. He let himself fall into a dream – half fantasy, half reality – where Dean was thrusting against him. Instead of reaching down and stroking Vivian's clit, he reached around to stroke Sam's cock.

Words fell from his lips, hopefully none of them incriminating. "Close, Vivian," was the most coherent thing he could string together, just barely managing to give her the chance to pull back and finish him with her hand if she wanted. She didn't pull away, though; instead, she redoubled her efforts.

So quietly, Sam wasn't sure if it was really said or only in his fantasy, Dean murmured in his gravelly voice, "Yeah, Sammy, come for me." Even though he was sure he'd imagined it, it drove Sam over the edge, a loud moan breaking from his lips as he had the best orgasm he'd had in six months.

When Vivian finally released him, he fell back against the bed. He watched through slitted eyes as Dean pulled Vivian up onto her knees and kissed her hard. He drove himself into her while his fingers played over her clit. After a minute, she broke apart in his arms, jerking back against him as she cries out. Dean's arm came up between her breasts and clutched her close, just like when he'd clutched Sam tight, as he moved in short, sharp thrusts against her until he jerked and went still. His head fell back on his shoulders with a deep moan.

It was silent for a moment except for their panting breaths, then Vivian and Dean separated. The former going into the bathroom to clean up while the latter disposed of the condom. This was the part Sam had always hated. It was even more awkward since he felt fucking guilty. He'd used her. Especially there at the end, when the only thing he'd been able to think about was his own brother. He felt like he should apologize, but then she'd know he hadn't been thinking of her.

He got up and found a dirty shirt in his duffle to clean himself up with real quick, avoiding looking at Dean. This had been a bad fucking idea. A very bad idea.

Vivian came out of the bathroom, looking gorgeous and well fucked. "How long are you guys going to be in town?" she asked as she slipped back into her panties, drawing the scrap of lace up her long legs.

Dean shrugged. "Don't know yet."

Her skirt went on next, then the lacy bra that revealed more than it covered. "If you stick around, you two should give me a call." She grinned at them as she pulled on her top. "Because that was fucking amazing."

Dean gave her a lazy smile. "We just might do that." But Sam knew his brother, knew the tone of his voice. He wouldn't call. He never called.

Vivian found a pen and the hotel stationary and wrote her number, leaving it on the night stand. Then she kissed each of them. "I'll see myself home," she said after kissing Dean. She grinned. "Thanks for the wild ride."

Sam watched her leave, thinking Dean really ought to marry that girl. He'd never find anyone more suited to him. Except me, the voice at the back of his mind muttered.

The brothers looked at each other, awkward silence spreading between them. Dean finally cleared his throat. "So, did you want to shower first?"

Sam shrugged. "You go ahead."

He waited while Dean had his shower and then took his, scrubbing away all sign of the sex the three of them had just shared. When he came out of the bathroom, he found Dean in the mussed bed. The one that had to smell like Sam and Vivian and sex.

Neither of them said anything. Sam just shut out the lights and got in the untouched bed. The one that didn't smell like sex or like Dean.

That probably wasn't quite what you were anticipating, was it? I won't make any promises on when the next chapter will be up. I've got a storm of papers that I need to write, so I shouldn't spend time writing fanfiction. Don't forget to drop me a review or a message to let me know what you think.