"Where do you want to stay the night?" he asked Ben.

They had been on the road since 9:30 this morning. Deciding to take their time, he Dean wanted to be completely on game for when they got to the area they need to be to find a cure. Usually, if there was anything that could go wrong, it would. So to make sure they had the best odds, he wanted to be well rested and in a good mood before the operation. He still didn't quite understand how all of this would work, but he had to give it a try. He would do anything to save Lisa, even though he no longer thought of her as a potential partner. For that role, it would be Ben, and it would last for the rest of his life on earth. Loving Ben was his life now and forever.

"Dean?" Ben asked, looking over.

"Yeah?" he replied.

"Do you really think we're going to be able to save my Mom?" he asked, quietly, looking down at his lap.

Feeling a bit teary-eyed, he reached over and rubbed the back of his neck. Pulling him over a little bit, Ben finally unbuckled and scooted over in the spot next to him and buckled up again. Leaning his head on his shoulder, he snuggled as close as he could. After a minute, he maneuvered himself and laid his head in his lap. The act wasn't remotely sexual, but was just for comfort. Turning his head, Ben smiled softly up at him.

"I love you Ben, and I sure hope so. The way Cass talked, I think it could be the real deal." he said softly, glancing down and wrapping a large hand around his chin.

"That's what I think...but I don't want to get my hopes up." he replied, voice returning to a normal tone.

"That's probably smart thinking." he said approvingly,"so where do you want to stay?" he asked again.

"Would it be too expensive in New York City...like actually in Manhattan?" he asked, sounding exited but cautious.

Grinning, he thought of all the money he had saved up from multiple jobs and crooked dealings. He even still had money from those lottery tickets he had won from when Sam was lucky. Sure, Bella had taking $40,000 worth of those tickets. He had been smart enough to keep three or four hidden in his another pocket. The remainder had been around $6500. He had also made money from pool tournaments...and even from fake credit cards. It wasn't a risk as long as he didn't use them very often. The last time he used one of them had been several months ago. So, Manhattan was actually in the budget.

"Which hotel you want to stay at? I've never been there but, I've always wanted to." he said excitedly.

"Really?!" Ben sat up, giving him a kiss on the cheek. He gave a nod and handed him his smart phone to look at different hotels.

"Just don't go wild!" he said, suddenly feeling nervous.

"What? You don't want me to book a ..."he stared down at the smart phone and shuffled through some pages before he continued in a lofty like voice" the four point five star Plaza Hotel with a starting room price at $675 a night stay?" he finished, sniggering.

"YES! Way too much!"he chuckled nervously.

"Dean, you know I wouldn't do that." he said, sounding a bit off put.

"Sorry..." he said, smiling down,"Just be smart about it." he finished.

Nodding, Ben went back to shuffling through deals.

"How about St. Marks, it's only $93." said looking up.

"We can get a better one than that. Just don't go more than $250-300. OK?"he said calmly.

"Dean, that's expensive." he said, sounding shocked.

"Don't worry about it, I've never been there either and I wanna look around." he said.

"OK..."he said, looking back down, trying to hide a smirk.

Reaching over, he ruffled his hair and watched for an exit that would take him further east into NYC.

"Is $305 too much Dean?" Ben asked, sounding hopeful.

The way he said it, Ben really wanted to stay there. Though he didn't know what it must be something special.

"That's fine, let's do it." he glancing over, wanting to see the reaction.

"Awesome!" he said, reaching under Dean's ass.

"Whoa now,"he chuckled."you can touch me all you want but let's wait to get to the hotel." he chuckled.

"I'm trying to get your wallet so I can get the card to purchase it." he said flatly.

"Oh," he said, trying not to sound disappointed as he rose off the seat so Ben could retrieve his card.

"Don't worry, I want to touch it all night." he said, reaching over and squeezing his crotch.

Feeling better, he nodded and watched as Ben purchased the room. The traffic was incredibly bad. Though he had traveled in other downtown cities such as Chicago, Kansas City, St. Louis, downtown New York City was all together out of this world. Unbelievably, he forgot to ask Ben what hotel he had chosen before he turned off on the right street. It seemed Ben had booked them at the W Downtown Hotel, right next to the new World Trade Center. For a few moments, he was stunned. Sam and himself may not have been the most well cultured people, but even they knew the significance of 9/11.

Once they emerged from the I78 tunnel, he was struck by the gigantic surroundings. Glancing over, it appeared Ben shared the same expression. When they finally found the hotel, they parked in an underground garage and made their way in. Inside, the receptionist looked a little skeptical when they approached her, but once he pulled out the ID, her attitude changed completely. The elevator took them up to their 43rd floor room. Opening the door, the room was modern with a large queen size bed. The white walls glowed and seemed to lead directly to the two large windows that overlooked the 9/11 memorial pools.

"Wow."they said at the same time, staring down at the elegant landscape below them.

Turning, he pulled Ben in for a hard kiss."I love the room Ben. It's perfect."he said, smiling at the blush creeping up his face.

"Thanks." he muttered, looking down.

Setting down their luggage, they sat down on the bed. Stretching, they laid back and stared at the ceiling, Ben's head resting on his chest.

"I love you Dean." Ben whispered.

Patting his head, he pulled him up for a kiss. He had figured once they got into their room, they would be all over each other. However, they felt so comfortable, the sexual part wasn't what defined them. Being on the road for over seven hours, they were both drained. Sighing, he rolled over and picked up the phone on the desk. Pushing the receptionist number, the line picked up right away. While on the phone, he told her to go ahead and book them for a second night. She seemed thrilled, why wouldn't she, the hotel was making more money. Thanking her, he hung up and turned to Ben, who was grinning sheepishly.

"What? I can afford it. It also means we can take our time." he said, getting up and undressing, looking for shorts and a shirt.

"Dean." said Ben.

Turning around, he rose and eyebrows, as he continued to dig.

"Just...strip into nothing. I"ll do it to." he said, pulling off his clothes in record time.

Chuckling, he did the same, his thick uncut cock swinging between his thighs as he joined Ben. His member, unlike his own, was hard and pointed straight up. Chuckling, he scooted over and lifted Dean's hand and placed it right around his cock. Eyeing him, he wrapped his hand around his length and pumped slowly. Precum was already leaking out the head as he increased his speed. He jumped when he felt a tug on his groin. Looking down, Ben was playing with his foreskin, watching the shaft increase in hardness and length. Just a few minutes ago, he had planned to take a nap.

That thought evaporated as Ben leaned down and took as much of his dick in his mouth as he could. Releasing his dick, he lifted his hands and placed them on either side of Ben's face. Luckily, he was going slow enough he didn't have to worry about cuming too quickly. A couple minutes later, he lifted Ben's face and brought their lips together. Kissing hard, he forced his tongue into his lover's. Moaning and groaning, Ben crawled atop him and they ground their shaft's together. Movement's becoming jerky, he rolled over so Ben's back was lying on the bed.

Grinning, he lifted Ben's thighs and dove down. Using his tongue, he dug into his opening. Above, Ben moaned and whimpered as his tongue began to hit close to his prostate. Ben reached down and pulled on his hair, trying to force more of his tongue into his ass. Pulling back, he wrapped a hand around Ben's weeping cock and pumped slowly. Eye's glazed from lust Ben's limps pursed, begging for more. Smirking, he sat straight and aligned his thick cock with Ben's entrance. Tilting his head to the side, he pushed enough to put pressure on the puckered opening.

Growling, Ben begged and tried to pull him in. Deciding to give in he nodded. With one hard thrust, he embedded his thick member to the hilt into Ben's hot ass. Gasping, Ben's eyes seemed to bug out with the impact. Biting his lip, he closed his eyes and felt Ben's heat surrounding his cock. The feeling, as always was amazing and intense. His hairy nuts resting against the cool silk sheets of the bed. After a few moments, he pulled out and slowly pushed back in. Feeling a tight pinch on his nipples, his eyes opened widely to see a smirking Ben.

Pulling out, he rammed back in with great force, loving the whimpering grunt from Ben. Smirking, he continuing his furious assault as Ben's moans continued to build. Deciding to give in a little, he started to increase the pressure on Ben's cock. Jerking it faster, he grabbed the ball sack under them and massaged the area between them and his own shaft.

"Dean..." Ben said, staring at him, facing turning a pink color.

"Hmm" he asked, pulling out and pushing in again but at a slower rate.

"Harder." he pleaded, eyes locking into his own green ones.

Nodding, he jerked his cock harder.

"No..fuck me...harder." he said wistfully.

Nodding, he rammed in.

"That's it." he whispered.

"You're such a slut." he told Ben, loving the way his face scrunched up with each thrust.

"I'm a bitch." he agreed.

Loving that, he pounded even harder until the sound reverberated around the room.

"Ohh.." Ben groaned.

Dean felt his hands go wet with Ben's cum spraying out of his cock. That was all he needed to shoot his own load inside Ben's ass. Grunting, he moaned and buried himself, feeling the last remnants of Ben's cum hitting his chin as he continued to released his jizz. Grinning, he collapsed into a sticky mess atop Ben. Cock still buried in him, he lifted up and kissed a lazy eye Ben. Chuckling, Ben reach down and wiped the cum off his chin. Kissing his forehead, he sat up, pulling him up with him. Bringing Ben up to him into a sitting position, he pushed his head to the right.

"Switch?"he asked Ben.

Nodding, clumsily lifted himself off Dean's still hard cock. Reaching down, he played with his foreskin again before jumping off the bed. Shakily, he felt Ben try to pull him off the bed. Chuckling, he scooted himself backward and attempted to stand, but Ben pushed his hands back down. Lifting his ass, Dean leaned on the bed as he felt Ben push his cock against his hole. With a single thrust, Ben buried his own member in him. Grunting, he smiled, knowing Ben couldn't see his face. No matter how hard he liked to fuck him, it seemed wanted to match if not go beyond what he had done. His grunting also were deepening as he was growing more into an adult.

"Yea." said Ben from behind.

"That feel good Ben? Is my ass still tight and hot?" he teased.

"So tight..."he grunted, sounding out of breath.

"Jerk my cock you little shit."Dean told him, then felt ashamed with what he had just said.

"That's so hot."Ben muttered, his thrusting slowing for moment.

Feeling a tug, Ben jerked him off, hard and fast. Thrusting returning to a furious pace, he felt Ben playing with his foreski-" he grunted as he came suddenly.

"FUCK!" he cried. "How the hell does he do th-" he grunted again, a second loud.

With that, he felt his ass fill with hot liquid as Ben released inside his ass. Shaking, they both sank to the floor. Not knowing how long they laid there, eventually, he turned and stared into a lazy faced Ben. Grinning, he leaned in and kissed hard. Sighing, he shakily rose to his feet, pulling Ben with him. Stumbling, they entered there bathroom and took a nice hot shower in Manhattan.