Chapter 2
Dean was no longer as young as he used to be, the deepening crinkles around his eyes were a testimony to the passing of time. Nevertheless, his innate charm and the perceived hint of danger that glimmered beneath the Hollywood good looks still held an undeniable attraction for women, young and old.
So it came as no surprise that the curvaceous blonde waitress was eying Dean up like a slice of prime meat.
The older Winchester had been checked out by many beings, not only females of the human variety, but it still sent a thrill through the part of him that enjoyed flirting with a beautiful woman.
It fuelled his vanity and although Dean had many positive attributes, it was the bad boy image that made him so attractive to the fairer sex.
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The waitress's interest in his sibling didn't go unnoticed by Sam. "If you're in the mood for company tonight, Dean, you're not going to have to work very hard to get it."
"Since when have I needed your input when it comes to picking up a girl?" Dean snorted, even if he didn't seem particularly interested in responding to the woman's open invitation.
Sam shrugged. "Just sayin'. If you want the motel room to yourself, I'm fine to sleep in the Impala."
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As if pondering the issue, Dean hummed absentmindedly. "Sam, do you remember the time with Bobby when we were waiting to meet up with that female hunter, Annie Hawkins?
"How could I forget! " Sam screwed up his nose as if to purge the image from his mind. " Uh…She slept with Bobby…and with both of us. At different times, thank god!"
"Dude. Bobby needed to get his rocks off too," Dean chuckled.
"Sure," Sam replied. "But I rather not have dipped my cock in the same place Bobby dipped his."
"Oh, so you're okay with me having had sex with her, but not Bobby?"
Sam sighed. "I guess we've shared enough bodily fluids that I don't find it quite as gross."
"Body fluids, huh? Sounds kinda kinky when you put it like that, " Dean grinned, clicking his tongue.
"I meant, blood, sweat, and tears, " Sam scowled, understanding exactly what his brother was referring to.
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His mind went back to the supernatural books, or Winchester Gospels as Castiel had called them. The books in themselves were bad enough but the fan fiction that had resulted and gone viral, inferring that he and Dean had a sexual relationship, still gave him the heebie-jeebies when he thought back on it.
And to think he'd been drugged into marrying the genre's number-one writer by Becky Rosen herself!
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Sam shook his head to expel the memories. "Yeah, Dean., I love you, bro, but exchanging body fluids isn't on the agenda."
"Ah. Sammy, Sammy. Too bad you'll never get to experience what makes me so irresistible to the female sex." Dean waggled a finger in his brother's face, a grin on his lips.
"Just shut up, Dean. That's not funny."
"Huh. I think it's hilarious. But far be it from me to fill your young innocent mind with impressionable stuff like incest!"
"Then you shouldn't have roped me into watching Game of Thrones," Sam retorted.
"Fine. I see you can't take a bit of brotherly banter, dude. Why do you have to take everything so seriously, Sam? If the day ever came when I was so desperate for sex that I had to fuck my brother then that's the day I'd put a bullet in my brain!"
"Who's being a drama queen now, Dean? And don't talk of putting bullets in brains. We're supposed to be on a leave-it-all-at-our-backs road trip."
"You're right." Dean declared, getting to his feet. "And just to get it off to an enjoyable start, I'm gonna take up the invitation from that soon-to-be lucky girl over there. Have a great night in the Impala, Sammy. But always remember, I'll do the same for you when you need some privacy!"
Sam rolled his eyes. Dean was incorrigible and Sam loved the hell out of him!
The End
