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Lust for Revenge	By : FireSage Category: Supernatural > Slash - Male/Male Views: 13182 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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"Damnit Sam, I said I'm fine! Quit askin'?" Dean shouts at the younger Winchester, sick of Sam asking for the ump-th time if he was alright.

"Geez sorry, I'm just trying make sure you're ok. Sorry for givin' a damn." Sam said, trying to appear flippant and uncaring, but the look of concern seeming to be permanently ingrained on his face gave his manly bravado away. He hunches his shoulders and spins the bottle of Sam Adam's he had gotten when he and Dean walked back into the bar between in his palms. A little more canvassing and another beer couldn't hurt, Dean had said.

"Look, I said I'm fine, that means I'm fine, ok Sam." Dean says, lifting his bottle his lips and trying to look macho as he leaned against the tattered bar; sitting down was out of the question at the moment. As Dean took a long pull of his beer, his face broke out into a grimace and he all but slammed the amber glass back on the bar. "Something just touched my leg."

Sam looks up from his beer and tilts back to look behind his brothers legs. "I don't see anything."

"No, something touched my leg inside my pants." Dean hissed, trying to keep his voice low and looking seriously at Sam through his lashes. Sam face broke out into a puzzled furrowed before realization dawned on him and his eye grew wide before focusing back on his beer.

"Oh…yeah…that-that happens sometimes…." Sam stammered, mentally cursing for sounding like some prepubescent teenager in his first sex-ed class. But hey, how were you supposed to confidently or casually addresses the fact that your brother, who you just had the most amazing fuck of your life with, has your cum dribbling out his ass because you came hard enough to see the stars and back? Oh, and did Sam mention the fact that just thinking about it was making him hard again? Yeah, he would totally take helpful pointers here if anyone was offering.

"Ah! Sick!" Dean cries, maybe a little louder than necessary for the two of them judging by how the bartender arched a brow down the bar at them. Dean's cheeks flush momentarily and he polishes off the rest of his beer as a distraction. "I'm gonna...go to the bathroom or something…" He mutters and tries to walk with his typical swagger to the back of the bar, but failing miserably.

Bar bathrooms were not the most hygienic place in the world. They were only ever good for taking a quick piss or puking up that last shot that sent you over the edge. That's why Dean tries to avoid them as much as possible when he's in a bar unless he has to 'break the seal'. He thinks absently, as he's wiping the back of his thighs and ass of sticky come, who the hell thought it was hot to fuck in a bathroom stall. Dean had fucked a lot of people in a lot of places, but a dive bar bathroom was not one of them.

Dean grimaces a little as the last of the cum residue is cleaned off. He thinks for a moment that made he should carry wet naps or something, but squashes the idea because he thinks maybe that makes him look like he's asking for it. And Dean is definitely not asking for it! He's not gay, he think to himself. Yeah, ok, in the heat of the moment Dean may have wanted and been into but now that he had tried it, he knew that he was definitely not gay. Well…maybe only top gay…and only for Sam. 'That sounds worse doesn't? I'm only kind of gay 'cause I like to fuck my younger brother up the ass and kinda liked it a little when he fucked me up mine? God, I'm pathetic! So fucked up!' Dean angrily throws the used tissues into the toilet and flushes the wasted paper.

Dean goes to the sinks and stares blankly into the dingy basin while cool water rushes over his hands. 'Sammy, why would you go and say a stupid thing like that? How am I supposed to be around you after you say something like that? How am I supposed to act? Like I didn't hear? That's probably best. Sam probably didn't mean it anyway. Slip of the tongue, nothing more. After all everyone knows when someone says 'Love you' during sex it only mean 'I love having sex with you' not 'I love you'. Sammy doesn't feel that way. I don't feel that way. God! I'm so pathetic!'Dean maybe hits the air dryer a little harder than necessary, but stands there while it pretends to dry his hands.

After deciding that his hands are dry enough, he rubs the lasting cool water across his face and decides that he and Sam had wasted enough time and it was time to go back to the motel and catch some shut eye before they hit it again tomorrow. Dean was about to push the swinging door open when a pair in the booth beside the narrow hallway that separated the bar from the bathrooms catches his attention.

"Come on baby! Didn't we have a fun time last night?" The voice of a desperate man carries back through the narrow space and Dean sneers a little at how pathetic he sounds. He can only see the back of the man's head and the side of his face. He looks like he hasn't slept in days and has been strung out on something for at least that long

"Sorry sweetheart, I don't do repeat performance." The voice of a woman, who Dean can't see but sounds like she's examining her finger nails in boredom, replies.

"Come on, please! Please baby, just one more time! No one can do me like you do! I can't even look at my wife without thinkin' of you!" Dean sneers full on at the man's desperate words. 'Lousy cheatin' bastard'

"Look sweet cheeks, I said no. Why don't you go home and fuck that pretty wife of yours? God knows she probably needs a good poundin'?"

"No! I want you!" The sound of glasses being knocked over and a small shrug over an arm being grabbed follows the desperate man's demands and Dean almost jumps out to rescues what he thinks is a poor girl in distress, but there's no further struggle. In fact, there's a chuckle.

"Tell you what sweet cheeks, you wanna win me over?" The man's face seems to light up like a kid in a candy store and nods edgerly. A hand cups his face under his chin, right red nails almost cutting into the skin dirty up by 5 o'clock shadow. "Then go stick your dick in a meat grinder, fuck that for a while, and get back to me." Dean's eyes grow wide and his brows knit into a tight crease as the man seems to almost skip out the bar in joy at an attempt to prove himself.

'What the fuck….' Dean almost, almost wants to ask this chick that question that filters through his mind. However, when he looks back at the booth his eyes grow wide and his brow unknots and shoots up to his hair line. There, drinking one of those girly umbrella drinks, for all the world to see, sits Lust.
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