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What Happens in fan fiction, Should Stay in Fan fiction.

Sam Winchester sat huddled up with his eyes practically drooping down, while starring and reading a story on his laptop, while a cup of coffee was settled in his right hand, half empty. He was almost finished the last line, of the last chapter when suddenly Dean strode in…

*Dropping his jacket on the couch, and moving towards Sam like a hungry sex deprived predator, Slamming Sam up against the wall, crashing his lips onto his little brother's, grinding up and down while he had Sam panting his name.*

Dean clicked his fingers in front of Sam, who suddenly shook his head, jumped and snapped back to reality. Sam started to wonder if the stories were having a bad perverted effect him, almost as strong as any demon. He rubbed his green eyes and looked at the clock "12:30pm" ….I've been reading for 4 hours…he thought to himself as Dean grabbed a hold of Sam's precious laptop.

"So…what have we got here Sammy?" Bedtime stories?" Dean chuckled….not yet really focusing on the story…

"Give it back dean!" Sam's whining voice was enough to have Dean give up.

"Fine bitch…" Dean put the laptop back down, and walked to his bed.

"Jerk.." was Sam's weak reply as he went into the control panel and deleted the history, just to be on the safe side, before switching off the computer completely, and then making his own way to bed.

But before he could close his eyes, Dean raised a question.

"What exactly were you reading anyway?"

"Oh…nothing….." Sam replied with a blush rising in his cheeks, rolling over turning his back to Dean to cover the visible burn in his cheeks.

Dean growled, becoming angry with his brother, and got out of bed walking over to Sam's.

Putting a strong hand on Sam's shoulder turning him over to meet eye to eye.

"Don't "nothing" me Sam…tell me" Dean demanded, applying more pressure to Sam's shoulder.

Sam winced, knowing he would have to fess up. But his throbbing member was making it hard to concentrate while Dean had him held like that.

Common Sammy, I already know…but I wanna hear it from you. Dean thought as he eased his grip, and waited for a reply.

"They were stories Dean…" Sammy looked up into his big brothers eyes.

"About who?" Another gruff question was raised by Dean, who was clearly making it hard for Sam.

"A-About us…" and with that, Sam looked down to the sheets embarrassed.

"See, now that's all you had to say Sammy" Dean smirked and walked back to his bed, Tugging off his leather jacket, tossing it on his bed also glad he heard what he had wanted Sam to say out loud.

Sam's eyes went wide as he threw himself out from the sheets, and jerked Dean around

"You knew all along!"?" Sam questioned, looking like a deer caught in headlights, his brown hair sticking to the side of face with some sweat.

Dean tilted his head. "You really should use a stronger password on your laptop Sammy" Dean replied smugly, and then leant into Sam's left ear and whispered seductively. "Now tell me Sam…Which do you prefer… against the wall, or on the bed?" There was a tone in his voice, where Sam knew Dean was being serious, and that sent automatic shivers down Sam's spine, and the question emitted a small moan from Sam's lip as he replied.

"The wall…" And before Sam could finish speaking he was shoved against the wall, while his clothes were being striped away quickly by his predator.

"Bitch" Dean hissed in Sam's ear, His hot breath making Sam moan some more. Dean grabbed hold of Sam's now fully erect manhood, and started pumping slowly; causing Sam to buck his hips in pleasure, while Deans other hand entwined into Sam's locks of hair, pulling his head back sharply.

Sam at this point was too far gone in his fantasy that had become reality, his usual response "Jerk" was replaced with

"Yours alone Dean" Mixed with groans of pleasure.

Dean then placed a fingertip at the slit of Sam's cock, pressing down and receiving a wild scream from Sam who was whimpering and on the verge of Cumming.

"Do it Sammy! Now…" Dean pressed down again harder this time, and Sam arched his back, shut his eyes and bucked forward, shooting a stream of hot sticky cum over Dean's hand, completely covering it, before opening his eyes back up. His cock was throbbing painfully, but he didn't care.

Dean then flipped Sam around roughly to face the wall, giving his ass a good hard hit, leaving a bright red handprint, marking him, causing Sam to yelp, and grind his cock into the wall, trying to create more friction.

"Go to bed now bitch." Dean ordered, watching Sam walk to his bed dripping with remainders of cum, slipping under the sheets, tired and closing his eyes.

Only seconds later the sound of windows 7 was heard, along with the soft ruffle of wings. And minutes later the intruder had logged into the net, sitting quietly, reading…

Dean looked over his shoulder, and he locked eyes with the beautiful blue eyed angel, Castiel who had a look of pure lust and need in his eyes.

"Hello Dean…"

~Fin~