SPN Fic: Heart's Desire II: 1b/4
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gilascaveContinued from part 1a
part 1b
It didn't take them long to grab showers and clean -- clean enough -- clothes, and head out to get breakfast. Bert's Tacos was one of the reasons Dean had talked dad into getting an apartment in this particular complex. He'd said it was because it was safe and cheap, but really he'd had one of the tamales that first day in town, and Dean had fallen head over heels in love.
He wished they served tamales before ten, but he would take a breakfast burrito and be content.
"We're going to have to do laundry soon," Sam observed as he settled into the passenger seat, his long legs and long arms as always making him look cramped in the space. "Maybe after breakfast...?"
Dean gave him a bright grin. "Thanks for volunteering." He started the car and, as always, hesitated a second as he listened to the motor catch. The thing sounded like it was made out of aluminum and he missed the low rumble of dad's truck.
Sam opened his mouth to protest, then closed it again with a shrug. "Whatever, dude."
"Don't use that smelly crap, either." Dean made sure to buy laundry detergent that didn't smell like flowers or rain or whatever the hell else it was they thought people wanted their clothes to smell like. Most artificial scents were just like wearing a neon sign to the spirits they hunted, saying "human here, come eat me!" But despite the fact he never bought it, once in a while Sam managed to bring back laundry that smelled like flowers, or some such shit.
Strangely, it was only ever Dean's clothes that smelled.
"And what are you going to be doing when I'm slaving away?" Sam asked.
Dean raised an eyebrow at him. "Eating burritos and watching soaps." He stretched a little, as though anticipating doing nothing but lounge on the couch. The GEO driver's seat was barely big enough for him as it was, though, and he scowled at it. "Maybe I'll putter."
Sam snickered. "Soaps huh? You watch Oprah too?"
With a sneer, Dean retorted, "Please. Do I look like an Oprah kinda guy?"
As though he would ever admit to it. And no way in hell would he admit it to his little brother.
He should call Jerry Springer, though. "Hey Jerry, I'm having sex with my brother...." Nah, they'd probably already done that one.
"You don't really look like a soaps kinda guy either, and yet..." Sam trailed off leadingly.
"I have to find out if Laura is carrying Jessie's baby, or if it's the evil twin of her dad's first cousin who got her drunk that night, which led to her miscarriage. Dude, you have no idea." He said it seriously, because despite the fact Sam would tease him for fucking years... well, he really did want to know who Laura was secretly in love with.
It wasn't like Dean had a lot to do while Sam was in school, anyhow. Taking care of the weapons and making sure the car was still running really didn't fill a whole day.
Sam was staring at him like he'd just sprouted horns or something. "You're serious. You're actually hooked on a soap."
He glanced over and gave Sam a sad, serious look. "You never knew, did you? Sam, I've been watching All My Children for ten years."
"You have not."
"You remember when you were eight, and we stayed with Mrs. Duncan for a few months? Dad was in the hospital with a couple broken legs? I was home sick one day and she was watching...." He shook his head as if at the memory. He'd really only been watching for a few months, but Sam didn't need to know that he really was hooked.
The look Sam was shooting him now was tinged with suspicion.
"Seriously, Sammy, why do you want to have that kind of life? It may be 'normal' but it's freaking strange." He paused, as though realising the same could be said for their lives already. "Well, except for 'Passions'."
Sam seemed to give the question serious thought. "It's not so much the normal bit as that... Most people don't know what we know. They're not scared all the time."
The sudden veer in conversation caught Dean off-guard; he nearly yanked the steering wheel of the car. "Are you telling me if you went to college and left all this, you wouldn't be scared?"
Sam was a long time in answering and when he did, it was in a voice barely above a whisper. "I think I'll always be scared."
Dean didn't mean to - had his brain kicked in sooner he wouldn't have done it. But his hand was out and taking a hold of Sam's. "Nothing bad will happen to you while I'm here, Sam."
He meant it -- even though he knew he couldn't control the world, or the things in it. But he did know he'd give everything he was to keep Sam safe.
"I know," Sam replied, squeezing his hand tightly. "That's not something I've ever doubted."
"Good." Dean nodded, then fought the urge to let go of Sam's hand and go back to pretending they didn't do this sort of thing. It was nice, for the moment, to let himself pretend they did.
He saw the sign for Bert's Tacos up ahead.
"We should get out of town for a few days," Sam said suddenly. "Go someplace fun."
Dean glanced over, then pulled his hand out of Sam's and put it back on the wheel, turning easily into the parking lot. He considered Sam's suggestion. He'd been thinking they would go meet up with dad, after Sam finished his exams and was free of school.
Now, though....
"Someplace fun?" It occurred to him that the only thing he knew about the local area was which places had recently been haunted, which places hadn't had a sighting in decades, and what spot just north should be avoided at all costs unless he had an army behind him.
"Yeah. Like an amusement park or something," Sam said. "Or... there's the lake just northeast of here, we could drive up for a day at the public beach..."
"You own swim trunks?" It slipped out before Dean could get control of his mouth -- because the idea of watching Sam lay around on a beach in nothing but a pair of Speedos was doing very bad things for his ability to get out of the car and walk up to the taco stand without being arrested for indecency.
Sam shrugged. "We could buy some."
Dean nodded, absently. If he hit Club 81 tonight, he could maybe score enough for them to go for a couple days, maybe get a motel room or whatever they had up there. There was no way they'd be able to afford something like a cabin on the lake, but a couple days hanging out, swimming, eating hot dogs and drinking beer and not killing anything evil?
Sounded like a hell of a plan to Dean.
"Let's get breakfast," he said, figuring the lady selling burritos had probably seen a guy sporting a hard-on before, if the three little kids who called her 'mama' were anything to go by.
Sam nodded and they got out of the car. They were halfway to the taco stand when Sam suddenly moved off in another direction. "I'll be right back," he tossed over his shoulder. "Order me whatever you're having."
"What?" Startled, Dean watched Sam walk off, wondering what insanity had possessed his brother this time. He saw another car parked several spots away, a brand new Jaguar, bright blue and shining so hard it hurt Dean's eyes. Sam walked up and spoke to the guy behind the wheel and Dean frowned. Who the hell did Sam know that drove a car like that?
He turned and stormed up to the taco stand, and ordered two burritos. Let Sam starve.
Then he sighed, and ordered two more.
He'd gotten the food and was heading back to the GEO by the time Sam finally returned, eyes sparkling with triumph. He tossed a set of keys to Dean. "I've got us a cabin for the weekend."
Catching the keys by reflex, Dean looked back at the car, and stifled the urge to go over and beat the crap out of the guy driving it. He shoved the bag of burritos at Sam. "How'd you manage that?" he growled.
Sam took the time to get out a burrito and unwrap it before answering. "It belongs to Alex's family." He nodded in the direction of the car and took a bite, having to chew for a moment before he could continue. "I know Alex from school -- we have some of the same classes. Anyway, their family has this cabin up on the lake. Supposed to be really luxurious too, with all the amenities. They used to go up there every summer." Another bite, another pause while he chewed and swallowed.
Dean just stared at him. Sam had never mentioned Alex before. And why the hell would this Alex be offering Sam the use of a luxury cabin?
He thought about all the favors he got, from both women and men, and knew exactly what it entailed. Dean shoved the ugly feeling that thought created -- telling himself he should be relieved that Sam had someone else to be involved with.
"You'll like this," Sam continued, oblivious to what Dean was thinking. "Two summers ago weird shit started happening. Things going missing and then turning up in the most unlikely places, problems with the power supply, weird noises, that sort of thing. Then his mother thought she saw a strange figure in her daughter's bedroom one night and it freaked her out so much that they left the next morning and haven't been back since."
Dean stood straight. "So it's a job. Anyone get hurt?" Whether or not Alex would be collecting his favor was irrelevant for the moment -- or so Dean firmly told himself. For now he had something more important to focus on.
A hunt.
"Nope. As these things go, it seems pretty benevolent. More like a little kid playing pranks than vengeful spirits out for blood. Sounds like it shouldn't be too hard to deal with." Sam grinned around a mouthful of burrito. "And for once we're going to get paid to do so. We get rid of it, we get the use of the cabin for every weekend this summer."
Nodding, Dean agreed that it sounded mostly harmless, though he knew better than to assume it would be easy. Then the rest of what Sam said sank in. "Every weekend?"
Which meant Sam wasn't thinking about getting back on the road.
Sam nodded and shrugged. "Well, every weekend we want it. Figured maybe we could even swing back this way occasionally after we leave, take breaks and all."
"Oh. Um. Okay." Dean felt like he'd been hit with a sledgehammer. Which was normal, for the Sam-shaped hammer in his life. "And Alex?"
"What about him?" Sam asked, looking confused.
"You, um..." Dean started to make a gesture with one hand then stopped himself. The taco lady's five year old girl was staring at them from the back door of the stand. "You know. You gonna be... heading up to the cabin with him, too?"
If anything the confusion on Sam's face deepened. "Why would I do that?"
"You know. In exchange for us using the place." Dean shrugged like it didn't bother him, though he couldn't quite fake being proud of his brother for turning on the charm, like Dean so often did.
Sam's eyes widened and the realization on his face was almost comical. "You think that I... whored myself out to get us the cabin?" he asked, his voice rising in pitch with offended disbelief.
"I wasn't going to say it like that," Dean protested. "It's called using your charm, and having fun along the way."
"I used my brain instead," Sam pointed out. "I find it works better. And besides, the only person I want to be having that kind of fun with is you."
Dean started to shrug off Sam's comment about brains versus good looks, when he realised what Sam was saying. A weekend at a luxury cabin, alone with Sam. And an unknown spirit, but that shouldn't be a problem for long.
Alone with Sam, at a cabin on a lake.
Stammering, Dean spoke without thinking, "Hey, don't knock it, it got me two thousand bucks off your car."
The eyes that Sam turned on him then were sad. "You're worth a lot more than that."
"Yeah, but the guy had to show a profit." Dean gave the GEO a head-shake. "I really wanted the Mustang, though."
"Dean?" Sam asked hesitantly. "Just how much... charm did you have to use?"
Raising an eyebrow, Dean gave his brother a look. "What the hell have we been talking about, Sam? I slept with the guy, gave him a couple of those blow jobs you liked so much, and I got a car we could afford."
He'd never minded that sort of thing -- hell, he liked sex, and he picked his partners with a modicum of discrimination. Most of the time he'd have done it anyhow. Getting something out of it was just bonus, and if it was something he needed, or that Sam wanted....
His stomach twisted, and he grabbed the bag of burritos out of Sam's hand, not feeling hungry but not about to let Sam eat them all. Not that Sam seemed to be eating any more. Instead he was staring off into the distance, expression closed and guarded.
Dean pulled out a burrito and unwrapped it; the smell was heavenly, but his stomach twisted again at the thought of taking a bite. Sighing, Dean wondered if hot sauce would help.
He put the burrito back in the bag, and walked around to the driver's side of the car. "Come on, we got things to do if we're gonna get this cabin cleaned."
Sam nodded and got into the car. He stayed silent until Dean had got in beside him and put the key in the ignition.
"Dean?"
"Yeah, what?" Dean felt tired for some reason.
"That guy could've given you every car on his lot and he still wouldn't have paid what you were worth."
The funny feeling in his stomach had changed into something he wasn't sure he remembered ever feeling before. "He didn't have anything on his lot worth driving anyhow." Dean paused and rubbed his hand over the GEO's dash. "Not that you don't do a great job, sweetheart."
He heard a snort of laughter from beside him and turned his head to see Sam grinning at him, eyes warm with affection. "So do I have to be jealous of the car now, too?"
"I just don't want her throwing a rod because I said something stupid." He gave the dash another pat, just in case. Then he blinked and looked over, smiling. "You're jealous?" He preened a little, hamming it up to avoid thinking about what they were saying.
"Maybe."
Dean smiled as smugly as he could without breaking his face, and reached out, stroking the dashboard gently. "She's such a fine car," he said, putting a bit of husk in his voice. He glanced over at Sam to see him swallow hard. "Makes me wanna... drive," he said, using his best bedroom tone. He shifted his hips a little, drawing Sam's attention to certain parts of his body.
Mentally, some part of him gave himself a huge fucking thump for flirting with Sam. Leading him on and... well, then, he'd already had sex with him, more than once. Maybe protesting that he would never do such a thing was futile.
Sam shifted uncomfortably in his seat and cleared his throat.
Dean glanced over, then started the car and pulled out of the lot. He licked his lips, slowly, and said, "Man, those burritos are really good, aren't they?"
Ignoring the fact he hadn't eaten his yet.
"Dean? Drive faster."
"Why, you got someplace to be?" He glanced sidelong at Sam, totally recognising the condition Sam was in. Dean smiled, charmingly. Somehow it didn't feel like it did, all those other times. Sam was the only one he'd ever had sex with that he'd-- Dean swallowed, and let himself finish the thought. The only one he'd loved, after all.
"Yeah." Sam was looking at him, eyes dark with want, and his voice was deep and growly in a way that went straight to Dean's cock. "Somewhere with you where we can get naked."
Dean found himself swallowing his comeback -- he couldn't be sure what it was he would have said, anyway. The way Sam was looking at him made him want to pull the car over to the curb and get naked right there.
Too bad the GEO wasn't big enough, not to mention the middle of the morning on a city street wasn't the best place to avoid getting arrested.
"Sammy?" he asked, casually.
"Yeah?" Sam growled.
"Are we gonna even need swim trunks?"
~~~
end part one
on to part two
part 1b
It didn't take them long to grab showers and clean -- clean enough -- clothes, and head out to get breakfast. Bert's Tacos was one of the reasons Dean had talked dad into getting an apartment in this particular complex. He'd said it was because it was safe and cheap, but really he'd had one of the tamales that first day in town, and Dean had fallen head over heels in love.
He wished they served tamales before ten, but he would take a breakfast burrito and be content.
"We're going to have to do laundry soon," Sam observed as he settled into the passenger seat, his long legs and long arms as always making him look cramped in the space. "Maybe after breakfast...?"
Dean gave him a bright grin. "Thanks for volunteering." He started the car and, as always, hesitated a second as he listened to the motor catch. The thing sounded like it was made out of aluminum and he missed the low rumble of dad's truck.
Sam opened his mouth to protest, then closed it again with a shrug. "Whatever, dude."
"Don't use that smelly crap, either." Dean made sure to buy laundry detergent that didn't smell like flowers or rain or whatever the hell else it was they thought people wanted their clothes to smell like. Most artificial scents were just like wearing a neon sign to the spirits they hunted, saying "human here, come eat me!" But despite the fact he never bought it, once in a while Sam managed to bring back laundry that smelled like flowers, or some such shit.
Strangely, it was only ever Dean's clothes that smelled.
"And what are you going to be doing when I'm slaving away?" Sam asked.
Dean raised an eyebrow at him. "Eating burritos and watching soaps." He stretched a little, as though anticipating doing nothing but lounge on the couch. The GEO driver's seat was barely big enough for him as it was, though, and he scowled at it. "Maybe I'll putter."
Sam snickered. "Soaps huh? You watch Oprah too?"
With a sneer, Dean retorted, "Please. Do I look like an Oprah kinda guy?"
As though he would ever admit to it. And no way in hell would he admit it to his little brother.
He should call Jerry Springer, though. "Hey Jerry, I'm having sex with my brother...." Nah, they'd probably already done that one.
"You don't really look like a soaps kinda guy either, and yet..." Sam trailed off leadingly.
"I have to find out if Laura is carrying Jessie's baby, or if it's the evil twin of her dad's first cousin who got her drunk that night, which led to her miscarriage. Dude, you have no idea." He said it seriously, because despite the fact Sam would tease him for fucking years... well, he really did want to know who Laura was secretly in love with.
It wasn't like Dean had a lot to do while Sam was in school, anyhow. Taking care of the weapons and making sure the car was still running really didn't fill a whole day.
Sam was staring at him like he'd just sprouted horns or something. "You're serious. You're actually hooked on a soap."
He glanced over and gave Sam a sad, serious look. "You never knew, did you? Sam, I've been watching All My Children for ten years."
"You have not."
"You remember when you were eight, and we stayed with Mrs. Duncan for a few months? Dad was in the hospital with a couple broken legs? I was home sick one day and she was watching...." He shook his head as if at the memory. He'd really only been watching for a few months, but Sam didn't need to know that he really was hooked.
The look Sam was shooting him now was tinged with suspicion.
"Seriously, Sammy, why do you want to have that kind of life? It may be 'normal' but it's freaking strange." He paused, as though realising the same could be said for their lives already. "Well, except for 'Passions'."
Sam seemed to give the question serious thought. "It's not so much the normal bit as that... Most people don't know what we know. They're not scared all the time."
The sudden veer in conversation caught Dean off-guard; he nearly yanked the steering wheel of the car. "Are you telling me if you went to college and left all this, you wouldn't be scared?"
Sam was a long time in answering and when he did, it was in a voice barely above a whisper. "I think I'll always be scared."
Dean didn't mean to - had his brain kicked in sooner he wouldn't have done it. But his hand was out and taking a hold of Sam's. "Nothing bad will happen to you while I'm here, Sam."
He meant it -- even though he knew he couldn't control the world, or the things in it. But he did know he'd give everything he was to keep Sam safe.
"I know," Sam replied, squeezing his hand tightly. "That's not something I've ever doubted."
"Good." Dean nodded, then fought the urge to let go of Sam's hand and go back to pretending they didn't do this sort of thing. It was nice, for the moment, to let himself pretend they did.
He saw the sign for Bert's Tacos up ahead.
"We should get out of town for a few days," Sam said suddenly. "Go someplace fun."
Dean glanced over, then pulled his hand out of Sam's and put it back on the wheel, turning easily into the parking lot. He considered Sam's suggestion. He'd been thinking they would go meet up with dad, after Sam finished his exams and was free of school.
Now, though....
"Someplace fun?" It occurred to him that the only thing he knew about the local area was which places had recently been haunted, which places hadn't had a sighting in decades, and what spot just north should be avoided at all costs unless he had an army behind him.
"Yeah. Like an amusement park or something," Sam said. "Or... there's the lake just northeast of here, we could drive up for a day at the public beach..."
"You own swim trunks?" It slipped out before Dean could get control of his mouth -- because the idea of watching Sam lay around on a beach in nothing but a pair of Speedos was doing very bad things for his ability to get out of the car and walk up to the taco stand without being arrested for indecency.
Sam shrugged. "We could buy some."
Dean nodded, absently. If he hit Club 81 tonight, he could maybe score enough for them to go for a couple days, maybe get a motel room or whatever they had up there. There was no way they'd be able to afford something like a cabin on the lake, but a couple days hanging out, swimming, eating hot dogs and drinking beer and not killing anything evil?
Sounded like a hell of a plan to Dean.
"Let's get breakfast," he said, figuring the lady selling burritos had probably seen a guy sporting a hard-on before, if the three little kids who called her 'mama' were anything to go by.
Sam nodded and they got out of the car. They were halfway to the taco stand when Sam suddenly moved off in another direction. "I'll be right back," he tossed over his shoulder. "Order me whatever you're having."
"What?" Startled, Dean watched Sam walk off, wondering what insanity had possessed his brother this time. He saw another car parked several spots away, a brand new Jaguar, bright blue and shining so hard it hurt Dean's eyes. Sam walked up and spoke to the guy behind the wheel and Dean frowned. Who the hell did Sam know that drove a car like that?
He turned and stormed up to the taco stand, and ordered two burritos. Let Sam starve.
Then he sighed, and ordered two more.
He'd gotten the food and was heading back to the GEO by the time Sam finally returned, eyes sparkling with triumph. He tossed a set of keys to Dean. "I've got us a cabin for the weekend."
Catching the keys by reflex, Dean looked back at the car, and stifled the urge to go over and beat the crap out of the guy driving it. He shoved the bag of burritos at Sam. "How'd you manage that?" he growled.
Sam took the time to get out a burrito and unwrap it before answering. "It belongs to Alex's family." He nodded in the direction of the car and took a bite, having to chew for a moment before he could continue. "I know Alex from school -- we have some of the same classes. Anyway, their family has this cabin up on the lake. Supposed to be really luxurious too, with all the amenities. They used to go up there every summer." Another bite, another pause while he chewed and swallowed.
Dean just stared at him. Sam had never mentioned Alex before. And why the hell would this Alex be offering Sam the use of a luxury cabin?
He thought about all the favors he got, from both women and men, and knew exactly what it entailed. Dean shoved the ugly feeling that thought created -- telling himself he should be relieved that Sam had someone else to be involved with.
"You'll like this," Sam continued, oblivious to what Dean was thinking. "Two summers ago weird shit started happening. Things going missing and then turning up in the most unlikely places, problems with the power supply, weird noises, that sort of thing. Then his mother thought she saw a strange figure in her daughter's bedroom one night and it freaked her out so much that they left the next morning and haven't been back since."
Dean stood straight. "So it's a job. Anyone get hurt?" Whether or not Alex would be collecting his favor was irrelevant for the moment -- or so Dean firmly told himself. For now he had something more important to focus on.
A hunt.
"Nope. As these things go, it seems pretty benevolent. More like a little kid playing pranks than vengeful spirits out for blood. Sounds like it shouldn't be too hard to deal with." Sam grinned around a mouthful of burrito. "And for once we're going to get paid to do so. We get rid of it, we get the use of the cabin for every weekend this summer."
Nodding, Dean agreed that it sounded mostly harmless, though he knew better than to assume it would be easy. Then the rest of what Sam said sank in. "Every weekend?"
Which meant Sam wasn't thinking about getting back on the road.
Sam nodded and shrugged. "Well, every weekend we want it. Figured maybe we could even swing back this way occasionally after we leave, take breaks and all."
"Oh. Um. Okay." Dean felt like he'd been hit with a sledgehammer. Which was normal, for the Sam-shaped hammer in his life. "And Alex?"
"What about him?" Sam asked, looking confused.
"You, um..." Dean started to make a gesture with one hand then stopped himself. The taco lady's five year old girl was staring at them from the back door of the stand. "You know. You gonna be... heading up to the cabin with him, too?"
If anything the confusion on Sam's face deepened. "Why would I do that?"
"You know. In exchange for us using the place." Dean shrugged like it didn't bother him, though he couldn't quite fake being proud of his brother for turning on the charm, like Dean so often did.
Sam's eyes widened and the realization on his face was almost comical. "You think that I... whored myself out to get us the cabin?" he asked, his voice rising in pitch with offended disbelief.
"I wasn't going to say it like that," Dean protested. "It's called using your charm, and having fun along the way."
"I used my brain instead," Sam pointed out. "I find it works better. And besides, the only person I want to be having that kind of fun with is you."
Dean started to shrug off Sam's comment about brains versus good looks, when he realised what Sam was saying. A weekend at a luxury cabin, alone with Sam. And an unknown spirit, but that shouldn't be a problem for long.
Alone with Sam, at a cabin on a lake.
Stammering, Dean spoke without thinking, "Hey, don't knock it, it got me two thousand bucks off your car."
The eyes that Sam turned on him then were sad. "You're worth a lot more than that."
"Yeah, but the guy had to show a profit." Dean gave the GEO a head-shake. "I really wanted the Mustang, though."
"Dean?" Sam asked hesitantly. "Just how much... charm did you have to use?"
Raising an eyebrow, Dean gave his brother a look. "What the hell have we been talking about, Sam? I slept with the guy, gave him a couple of those blow jobs you liked so much, and I got a car we could afford."
He'd never minded that sort of thing -- hell, he liked sex, and he picked his partners with a modicum of discrimination. Most of the time he'd have done it anyhow. Getting something out of it was just bonus, and if it was something he needed, or that Sam wanted....
His stomach twisted, and he grabbed the bag of burritos out of Sam's hand, not feeling hungry but not about to let Sam eat them all. Not that Sam seemed to be eating any more. Instead he was staring off into the distance, expression closed and guarded.
Dean pulled out a burrito and unwrapped it; the smell was heavenly, but his stomach twisted again at the thought of taking a bite. Sighing, Dean wondered if hot sauce would help.
He put the burrito back in the bag, and walked around to the driver's side of the car. "Come on, we got things to do if we're gonna get this cabin cleaned."
Sam nodded and got into the car. He stayed silent until Dean had got in beside him and put the key in the ignition.
"Dean?"
"Yeah, what?" Dean felt tired for some reason.
"That guy could've given you every car on his lot and he still wouldn't have paid what you were worth."
The funny feeling in his stomach had changed into something he wasn't sure he remembered ever feeling before. "He didn't have anything on his lot worth driving anyhow." Dean paused and rubbed his hand over the GEO's dash. "Not that you don't do a great job, sweetheart."
He heard a snort of laughter from beside him and turned his head to see Sam grinning at him, eyes warm with affection. "So do I have to be jealous of the car now, too?"
"I just don't want her throwing a rod because I said something stupid." He gave the dash another pat, just in case. Then he blinked and looked over, smiling. "You're jealous?" He preened a little, hamming it up to avoid thinking about what they were saying.
"Maybe."
Dean smiled as smugly as he could without breaking his face, and reached out, stroking the dashboard gently. "She's such a fine car," he said, putting a bit of husk in his voice. He glanced over at Sam to see him swallow hard. "Makes me wanna... drive," he said, using his best bedroom tone. He shifted his hips a little, drawing Sam's attention to certain parts of his body.
Mentally, some part of him gave himself a huge fucking thump for flirting with Sam. Leading him on and... well, then, he'd already had sex with him, more than once. Maybe protesting that he would never do such a thing was futile.
Sam shifted uncomfortably in his seat and cleared his throat.
Dean glanced over, then started the car and pulled out of the lot. He licked his lips, slowly, and said, "Man, those burritos are really good, aren't they?"
Ignoring the fact he hadn't eaten his yet.
"Dean? Drive faster."
"Why, you got someplace to be?" He glanced sidelong at Sam, totally recognising the condition Sam was in. Dean smiled, charmingly. Somehow it didn't feel like it did, all those other times. Sam was the only one he'd ever had sex with that he'd-- Dean swallowed, and let himself finish the thought. The only one he'd loved, after all.
"Yeah." Sam was looking at him, eyes dark with want, and his voice was deep and growly in a way that went straight to Dean's cock. "Somewhere with you where we can get naked."
Dean found himself swallowing his comeback -- he couldn't be sure what it was he would have said, anyway. The way Sam was looking at him made him want to pull the car over to the curb and get naked right there.
Too bad the GEO wasn't big enough, not to mention the middle of the morning on a city street wasn't the best place to avoid getting arrested.
"Sammy?" he asked, casually.
"Yeah?" Sam growled.
"Are we gonna even need swim trunks?"
~~~
end part one
on to part two