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Disclaimer: Once again I do not own anything Supernatural related. But oh how I wish I did.

Pairings: Sam/Dean, That means Wincest folks so if you don�t like, then don�t read. Back to the good stuff.

Summary: Dean and Sam are back on the road again and decide to stop for a couple of drinks to clear the air. In true Winchester fashion however, things only get murkier.

Author�s note: Yep it�s me again. Anyways, this chapter is dedicated to jka1 because it is with their suggestion that I write this. Hope it comes out okay...

Finally, I have no idea who sings �Take My Breath Away� or if that�s even the song title, but it doesn�t belong to me either way so don�t sue.

Chapter 4- In Bar Fights and Bathroom Stalls

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They had been driving for days and they had barely gotten past pleasant small talk.

Even after all that had been said Dean still felt awkward and Sam still felt betrayed. Neither one of them could come up with a good enough topic to stay on for longer than a few minutes so after a few hours they had settled into an uncomfortable silence. The only reason they both hadn�t gone crazy yet was because Led Zeppelin had taken on the charge of filling the silence between them. And now, after hours on end, Sam was still about to lose his mind.

The sun had set about three hours previous and Sam was getting tired of staring at the same damn cornfields blanketed by darkness. Finally he couldn�t take it anymore and reached out his hand to turn off the radio.

�Hey, it was just getting to the good part!� Dean glared at Sam for a moment before focusing his gaze back on the road. Sam just sighed in response.

�Look Dean, this is getting ridiculous. Either we stop for the night or I�m going to blow my brains out all over your nice leather upholstery.�

It was Dean�s turn to sigh.

�Fine. The next motel I see I�ll stop.�

�Good.� And with that the silence settled itself between them once again.

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It was another hour and a half before they saw any sign of civilization at all. The only problem was that the civilization they came upon consisted of a bunch of motorcycles parked outside a run down old bar.

The glowing neon green sign hanging above the door read �Stinky Pete�s� and Sam�s mouth fell open in muted horror as Dean pulled the Impala in beside a rusty �86 Ford pickup and a brand new red Harley Davidson. Dean immediately opened the door to step out and Sam regained enough of his senses to grab him by the arm.

�You can�t be serious. I thought you said we�d stop at a motel!� Dean glared at him quietly until Sam let go of his arm and then straightened his jacket before replying.

�I don�t know if you�ve noticed Sammy but I haven�t exactly seen any motels situated around here. So unless you want to sleep in the car tonight I suggest you let me go inside and ask somebody where the hell we are and where the nearest one might be.� Sam�s mouth opened to protest but when he saw the look on his brother�s face he stifled it and opened the passenger side door instead.

Before he closed it though he steadied himself against the doorframe and pinned Dean with his own glare.

�It�s Sam. And fine, but you�re not going in there by yourself. Knowing you you�ll end up three sheets to the wind before you even make it around to asking anyone.� Dean snorted and shook his head.

�You know, you�re probably right. But that�s beside the point.� Dean shut his own door loudly and started walking toward the door. �Move your ass Sammy or you�re on your own for the night.�

Sam just sighed loudly, shut his door, and flipped Dean off quietly behind his back before opening the door that Dean had just walked through. The smell of beer, bad breath, and something indistinguishable wafted into his face and he closed his eyes against the cigarette smoke. �God, it�s going to be one hell of a long night.�

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Sam found Dean at the bar just like he knew he would. Dean had ordered a couple of beers and slid one over to Sam as soon as he sat down in the barstool next to him.

�I thought you said....� Sam had to shout to be heard over the country twang blasting from a couple of decrepit speakers that were hanging precariously on the ceiling on each side of the bar.

�I know what I said. I just figured that we could have a couple of beers first. You know, relax a little. You do remember what relaxing is right?� Sam rolled his eyes in response and took a sip of his beer. Dean meanwhile had set his sights to taking in the rest of the bar and when his eyes landed on the dartboard across the room he stood up abruptly.

�Come on, I�m going to have some fun.� He grabbed lightly onto Sam�s jacket and tried to drag him with him to the dartboard. Sam had other ideas though and lightly extricated Dean�s hand from his sleeve.

�I don�t think so Dean. I�m just going to finish my beer and then try to find out where the nearest motel is. You do know that is the real reason we�re supposed to be here right?� Dean scowled at Sam�s use of repetitive sarcasm and shrugged.

�Have it your way then.� And with that he was making his way through the crowd, leaving Sam to stare after him and think about what the hell was wrong now.

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Sam had been so ingrained in his thoughts that he didn�t even notice when someone else suddenly filled the barstool that Dean had previously occupied. Of course it didn�t help matters any that Sam had consumed more than the one beer he had told himself he would.

Now that he was on his third round and comfortably buzzed he wouldn�t have noticed if Dean had come up to him wearing a pink sweater and singing the opening lines of �Take My Breath Away.�

So, when another beer was placed in front of him he didn�t really acknowledge the advance and simply picked it up and continued to drink. It would have gone on this way to if the someone that had sat down beside him didn�t speak up first.

�Hi. How�s it going? My name�s David.� Sam looked slightly taken back when a nicely manicured hand entered his vision. He looked at it hard for a minute before he swung his head to the right and noticed an extremely attractive young man smiling at him. The alcohol he had consumed might have dulled Sam�s hunter instincts but his radar for good-looking guys hadn�t failed him yet.

His brain quickly took in the stranger�s brown eyes and longish blond hair before moving on to his slight build and tan skin. He looked nice enough, clean and everything, but Sam�s mind couldn�t quite connect that he was the one who had bought him the extra beer, and thus, offered the advance. So the first thing out of his mouth took them both a little by surprise.

�What the hell do you want?� The stranger known as David blinked for a second, smile faltering, before he lowered his hand slowly and chuckled a little.

�Well apparently not to get to know you or anything.� It was Sam�s turn to blink as he turned back around to face his beer, and then look back at David, and finally settle on the beer again.

�Did you do this?� He held the bottle up as if David needed clarification and looked at him hazily with a confused smile.

David�s smile returned full force and he laughed again. �Yeah I did. Just thought that since it had been your beer of choice so far, that I couldn�t really go wrong.�

Sam nodded his head slowly in approval and when he found that nodding caused him to become a little unbalanced he stuck to smiling.

�Well thanks man, it�s appreciated.�

�No problem. So...I believe I�ve covered my name, what�s yours?�

Sam�s brow furrowed in thought for a moment trying to decide what to tell him. Finally, his brain decided that it just didn�t have enough energy to come up with anything original so he just stuck with what he knew.

�My name�s Sam. It�s nice to meet you.� He stuck his hand out cordially and smiled again as the blonde Adonis beside him shook it warmly.

�So Sam, what brings you here.....�

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Dean had been throwing darts for over an hour and he still had no idea what he was going to do to fix the rift that seemed to have widened between him and Sam.

He had thought that after the chick flick moment at the last motel everything would be fine again. Sam had even said it was. And yet here they were, Dean throwing darts pretending that the bulls-eye was Sam�s face, and Sam sitting at the bar by himself.

Dean sighed quietly and scrubbed his hands over his face. �It�s my own damn fault� he muttered under his breath. �Stupid Sam�s got to go and be so damn hot.�

He sighed again and resolved himself to fixing things up between Sam and him before they got back into the car. He was tired of the silence and wanted to put an end to it before they both went crazy. He picked up his beer from a nearby table and took another swig before turning around to head back toward the bar.

It was then that he noticed that Sam was no longer alone. In fact he was probably the farthest thing from being alone that he could be.

Sitting next to his brother was one of the most beautiful men that Dean had ever seen and he was only seeing him in profile. Now, Dean could forgive the guy for looking handsome, he could even forgive him for talking to Sam, but as soon as he saw him nudge Sam playfully with his shoulder all bets were off.

Dean forgot all about his beer as he made his way across the bar in record time. He had consumed as many beers as Sam but wasn�t even close to being buzzed. No, he was running on pure jealousy at the moment.

It was the strength of that jealousy that had Sam sobering up fast as he felt Dean�s presence behind him. When he turned around he was faced with a look of the most terrifying controlled fury he had ever seen.

�What the fuck is going on here?� Dean�s voice had lowered in pitch and Sam shivered at the icy tone. He had never heard Dean more pissed off in his life. It wasn�t as terrifying as the emptiness but it was damn close.

Sam opened his mouth to try and calm Dean down when he heard a voice pipe up first. He tried to think of who could be so blind as to not notice the pulsing ball of repressed fury standing right in front of them.

�Who the hell are you?� It was David. Sam closed his eyes as he waited for Dean to either pounce on the guy or beat the crap out of Sam. Before either could happen though Sam tried to diffuse the situation.

�It�s nothing Dean. I was just having a conversation.� David looked at him questioningly.

�What�s going on here Sam, who is this guy?� He put his hand on Sam�s in a protective gesture that at any other time Sam would have been grateful for. At the moment however, he knew that David had just poked the proverbial tiger with a stick. A very large, very pointy stick.

It had the desired effect of it too. Faster then either of them could register Dean had grabbed David�s wrist and twisted sharply. Nothing popped, for which Sam was eternally grateful, but he knew it was only a matter of time before Dean lost all control and started beating on something. He decided to become the martyr and draw Dean�s attention away from David.

�Dean, stop. You�re hurting him! Just let him go and we�ll leave.� He grabbed onto the wrist that was slowly continuing to twist David�s and pulled on it. It had the effect of trying to move a ten ton boulder. Instead of getting him to let go Dean just turned his glare on him. Sam froze like a deer in the headlights. When Dean was satisfied that Sam had gotten his point he turned his attention back to the scrawny boy in front of him.

His brain registered the fact that the kid couldn�t be any older than Sam but at the moment he didn�t really care. All he cared about was the fact that the hand he was trying to detach had dared to touch his Sammy. All of the control that he had been maintaining was slowly beginning to slip and suddenly he didn�t want to just break David�s wrist, he wanted to mangle his entire body.

As if Sam could sense the change taking place in his brother he did the only thing left that he could think of. He lowered himself underneath their locked arms and slowly situated himself in between David and the now homicidal Dean.

It took a moment for Dean to register the fact that a very tall somebody was now blocking his view of his target. When he looked up to see who was crazy enough to stand between him and his kill his green eyes locked with those of his brothers.

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Sam was getting extremely anxious. The energy that his brother seemed to be unconsciously giving off was prickling along Sam�s skin and making his breath hitch. He could feel the fabric of Dean�s leather jacket brushing against his arm, and the weight of Dean�s eyes was giving him goose bumps. For a moment Sam wondered if he had just made the situation worse for both him and David.

However, when he heard David�s gasp of shocked relief at having his wrist back Sam almost sighed. That is until the full weight of Dean�s fury came to rest on him.

Before Sam knew what was happening Dean had grabbed him roughly by the arm and was shoving him in the direction of the bathrooms. He tried to catch Dean�s eye again and ask him what the hell he was doing but he didn�t have enough concentration to do that and stay on his feet.

Soon enough he was being slammed roughly into the bathroom doors and without so much as a squeak they opened to reveal a mildly clean restroom. Sam thanked God for small favors.

There were a couple of guys using the urinals in the corner when they slammed in but as soon as they took one look at Dean�s face and heard him bellow, �OUT!� they barely took the time to zip up before they beat a hasty retreat.

Dean shoved Sam roughly into one of the sinks before turning around and locking the door. The sound reverberated ominously throughout the room as Dean turned around to face his brother.

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Sam was breathing heavily from both the physical exertion of having to practically run to stay ahead of Dean, and the emotional energy it was taking to simply stand in the same room as him.

Dean had taken stock of this as well and the nice flush that Sam�s cheeks had taken on. Sam�s panting coupled with his flushed cheeks and slightly glossy eyes only served to both further enrage and further arouse Dean.

�What the fuck did you think you were doing Sammy?� Dean�s voice hadn�t lost its icy chill from the bar and Sam would have taken a step back if the sink hadn�t been there to deter him. As it was, he could only stand helplessly as Dean advanced on him.

�Did you think that because we had a little fight that you could just go whore yourself out to the highest bidder?� Sam opened his mouth in indignation and his own anger made him stand a little taller.

�I wasn�t whoring myself out to anyone. He bought me a drink Dean, we were just talking. Besides, since when am I not allowed to talk to someone. You don�t own me Dean!� Dean�s eyes narrowed angrily and his muscles tensed as he grew closer.

�See, that�s where you�re wrong Sammy. I do own you. You�ve been mine since you were 2 months old and I carried you out of that fire. And no one, especially not some pretty boy in a bar is going to put his foul hands anywhere near you.�

By this time Sam had lost his height and Dean seemed to have gained it as they stood little more than a foot apart. The sink had come to terms with the fact that it now had to support some of Sam�s weight and Sam had come to terms with the fact that he had probably done something stupid even if it hadn�t been his intention to do so.

�Look Dean, I�m sorry. I didn�t know that I was doing anything wrong. We were just talking. He bought me a beer, that�s it.�

Dean laughed mirthlessly and took a step closer so that Sam could now smell the alcohol on his brother�s breath. It wasn�t nearly strong enough to indicate that he was drunk and Sam begun to fully realize how extremely screwed he was.

�I wasn�t doing anything wrong. He just bought me a beer.� Dean mocked cruelly. �Give me a break Sammy you were falling all over yourself in front of him and he had his hands all over you. Do you think I�m stupid? I don�t care if he was the most beautiful guy on the planet, he doesn�t have a right to touch what�s mine.� To bring his point home Dean wrapped his hand in Sam�s hair and pulled his down to eye level. �Mine� he growled before he finally smashed Sam�s lips together with his and kissed him roughly. Sam was so taken by surprise that he didn�t fight it at first. Then, after what Dean had said finally sunk in, he pushed Dean as hard as he could away from him. Dean had been expecting it though and he only stumbled back a couple of feet.

�Touch what�s yours? I�m yours now? What, so suddenly another guy finds me attractive and suddenly I�m yours?! It doesn�t work like that Dean! You can�t just lay a claim once another guy comes calling!� He threw his hands up in exasperation and anger.

�Wrong again Sammy...�

�It�s Sam!�

Dean continued on as if he hadn�t even heard him. �You were mine before you even realized you had grown up. You were mine when you fell off your bike when you were ten. You were mine when you had your first kiss, and you were mine when you first started to grow facial hair. You�ve always been mine Sam, you just didn�t realize it. Now....now it�s time to make you see, time to make everyone see. That way there will be no more mistakes that you belong to me and no one else can ever touch you again.�

With that said Dean covered the space between them again and collided with Sam in a wave of lust, fury and undying love. His teeth ripped and where blood spilled Sam simply licked it up and attacked with equal viciousness. At this moment, in this place, tenderness wasn�t a concern.

All that either of them knew was that if they didn�t get the aggression out somehow they were going to eat each other alive.

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Alright, I know I�m evil for stopping there but I promise the next chapter will be better. I�m just exhausted and not really sure how far I want them to take it in the bathroom of a bar. I will try and post as quickly as possible and not make the next chapter too crappy. Try not to kill me and I promise the next chapter will be worth the wait.
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