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Lust for Revenge	By : FireSage Category: Supernatural > Slash - Male/Male Views: 13182 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Hello all. So I have decided to continue this from a one-shot to a full-fledged story ^_^. I hope everyone enjoys! Also, this is not betaed. My original beta for this and my other story had to drop. I’m working on getting one now that this is going to be a real story. Any takers….?

            The problem with cheap motel curtains was that they were well….cheap. Cheaply looking, cheaply made. So when the harsh light came in contact with the sickly, asparagus green curtains, it did little to stay off the day’s sun shiny welcome.

            Dean was the first to be greeted by the bright hello. He had always been the one to sleep closest to the door. A force of habit from having to protect his little brother as a child and be the first line of defense against whatever might burst through the door. He always slept in the bed closest to the door, on the side closest to the door, facing the door, and right now he was sourly cursing that habit in his brain. The older Winchester groaned and rubbed his face with a tired, heavy hand. When he opened his eyes into very thin slits he glared at the light that poked him away. Why did the sun have to be so goddamn sunny today? Why couldn’t it be fucking cloudy?

            Dean sat up on his opposite arm and glanced at the clock on the night stand. The bright red numbers shone 12:13. God, had they really slept so late? The thought of they brought a bone crushing realization to his mind that stopped Dean in his tracks. He suddenly realized that he was not in what was to be his bed, which was in front of him. His body was relaxed but slightly soar, the feeling that you got when you’ve had a really good fuck. He was naked, something he preferred not to do if he could help it in motel bed. The bed was moving slightly in tune with the sound of breathing that was behind him. Dean free hand, that had been rubbing the back of his head, found its way to his mouth in an effort to keep him from screaming or vomiting or…he didn’t know. Whatever it was, he made sure to keep his hand there when he looked over his shoulder to confirm who was behind him.

            And there, dead to the world for all to see, lay Sam. His face relaxed in peaceful sleep that he so rarely got. Hair tousled from having fingers ran through it and mussed from tossing in his sleep. One arm was propped over his head while the other lay limp against the edge of the bunched up sheet at his belly button. His bare chest rising and falling in an even, hypnotic manner as he continued to sleep unaware of his brother’s scrutiny.

Oh God, Dean’s mind could only seem to think as he moved to sit on the edge of the bed, slumped over his knees with his head in his hands. For one brief, fleeting moment Dean tried to deny that anything had happened last night. But in retaliation his mind saw fit to flash every graphic detail of what had happened before his clenched eyes. Oh God! Dean’s hands ran to the back of his head as he tried to take a few deep breaths to stay off the freak out he was about to have. When I find that bitch I’m gonna kill her! Dean thought, already plotting vengeance in his mind of a thousand ways for her to die! He wasn’t looking forward to when Sammy woke up and they had to talk about…this now that it was over. Dean mentally shuttered and groaned, already disgusted with the idea of talking to Sam. No one should ever have to have this kind of conversation with their brother. Have to….sort something like this out so they could pretend to be normal. But then again, Sam and Dean had never been normal, but this….

While staring at the aged carpet, he noticed through the bundled edge of sheet on his waist that his down stairs brain was up and “thinking” too. Goddamn it! He cursed mentally at his penis as he tried to will it away. Now was not the time for Mr. Happy to put in his two cents. But it wouldn’t go away. He tried to think of everything but it just wouldn’t go away.

Behind him the bed shifted and a mumble was heard. Dean turned around to see if Sam was wake now, a thought that probably should have terrified him, but the feeling he felt was not fear. Sam was not awake but nearly close. He groaned lightly as sun light invaded the darkness behind his eyes. His head thrashed to the opposite side to keep it away, but soon arched his back in an effort to stretch out the kinks and licked his dry lips that sleep had given him after finding it had abandoned him. All completely innocent, normal moves that Dean had probably seen his brother do a thousand million times and never thought of, but today was not that day. Today, Dean seemed to notice everything about Sam.

“Oh God…” Dean said quietly, almost like a whimper, as he turned back around and braced himself on his knees to try and regulate his breathing. The older Winchester grit his teeth as warmth shot down his spine as he heard Sam unconsciously moan in his fleeting sleep. Dean shot up from the bed and all but sprinted into the bathroom, slamming the door.

He slumped against the plywood door, thankful that the cheap material could hold his weight. He panted aggressively as he looked around confused and afraid. It wasn’t gone. It wasn’t over. Those feelings…what that bitch did to them, it wasn’t over. It wasn’t as strong as it was last night, but still burning inside him and wouldn’t go away. Telling him to go back into the other room and…No! Dean thought angrily and banged his head against the flimsy door. No, he was stronger than this! He could fight this now! The hold wasn’t blinding like last night. He wasn’t going to do…that to Sam again. He wasn’t gonna hurt Sam like that. Not his Sam, never his Sammy.

            Dean looked around with a sense of purpose and practically threw himself off the door and over to the tub. He turned the shower on frost bite cold and stepped in, regardless of the pain. He had to take the edge off. He couldn’t fight this like he was, all hot, horny, and hard enough to beat the band. When his back had become partially numb from standing under the spray, arms stretched out to brace himself against the tile as he tried to focus his breathing, Dean opened his eyes and sneered in disgusted. “Aw come on!” This wasn’t working either. His dick just continued to stand, long and hard, unabashed by the cold or his owners wants and needs. It was starting to become painful too. That color was probably not a good color for it to be. “Son of a bitch!” Dean cursed angrily before straightening up and wrapping a firm hand around himself. He groaned shamefully as he started to jerk himself aggressively under the icy spray. This must be what being on ecstasy was like. Everything he felt, everything he breathed, everything he thought shot waves of pleasure up and down his body. Masturbation hadn’t felt this good since he’d found out about it those eighteen some odd years ago.

            Dean moaned again, louder this time, and fell to his knees unable to remain standing as another burst of heat coursed through him. Behind his eyes, he tried admirably to picture some blonde and busty co-ed. But as soon as she came into focus she would start to turn. First into a blonde guy, which didn’t really freak him out. He could appreciate attractiveness in all forms and had on occasion indulged in the idea secretly about trying it with another man. Then it would change into a brunette man. He would grow taller, stronger. And eventually it would be Sam. Dean moaned as the picture in his head became his younger brother again and finally just gave up and began jerking himself off faster to Sam’s face. He felt bad, like he was tainting his little brother somehow, but he rationalized that this was better than doing all the things that his mind offered up for his viewing pleasure and God if it didn’t feel good.

            His cock was leaking pre-cum something fierce, lathering up the motion of his hand so that it pistoled like a well-oiled machine. He was moaning like a whore the entire time, probably too loud, but he didn’t care. All the mattered right now was the intense pleasure we was feeling and how close he was too the edge. He felt like the was suspended there for hours before he finally fell. A few more tugs and Dean’s head fell back with a great moan as his cum splattered over the tub bottom and sides.

He sat there for a minute, on his knees panting with his head pressed against the cold tiles that felt wonderful against his flushed face. This wasn’t as intense as his orgasms from last night, but it was definitely in his life time top ten. The water was becoming painfully cold to him now. So with a limp arm he turned it off. He stay there for another moment before begrudgingly pulling himself up out of the tub and drying off. He felt better, he guessed…Granted, the edge had been taken off but he knew somewhere inside him that this was far from over. He and Sam were going to have to figure this out soon before something awful happened. Well, more awful than what had already happened….

            Wrapping the towel in his hands around his waist, Dean exited the bathroom with full intention of putting clothes on and mentally prepping himself to fight this thing for the rest of the day. He made it out the door and two whole steps before that plan went completely out the window. “Dean…” Sam looked at his brother with shocked, lust blown eyes, his face flushed with embarrassment and arouse as he was caught with his hand around his cock. “….I…I heard you…and I couldn’t….” Sam stammered to explain, but just looked at his big brother with pleading eyes as if begging him to understand.

            Dean understood. He could feel it too. He couldn’t fight it either. Which was why he hoped and prayed that Sammy didn’t hate him and understood when he dropped his towel and pounced on him.

Yay new chapter! Sorry it isn’t as long as the last one. Reviews and feedback would be greatly appreciated! ^_^
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