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A/N: This has been sitting on my hard drive for quite some time now and I've been meaning to get it posted so here it is! I hope ya'll enjoy it! –smiles cheerfully-

You Did WHAT?!

Deans jaw locked as he glared at his younger brother. He couldn't believe his ears, refused to believe them. "What the hell Sammy? What did you do?!"

Sam winced and smiled a light, innocent if not a slightly sheepish smile. "It said to use the stuff on it, I didn't see any problem. God, don't get your panties in a twist granny."

Dean got up in Sam's personal space, crowding the taller yet younger man. "What did you DO?!" Dean's voice was dangerously low, a hostile edge to it. He couldn't believe it. The steam coming from the engine of the Impala only angered him further and he let his fist collide with the exterior of the motel they'd been staying at. He loved his brother, really did, but Sam wasn't getting in his pants ever again. Never. Not after this.

"You murdered her."

"I didn't murder anyone Dean. It's just a car."

"I'll fucking kill you!" Dean growled, stalking angrily up to Sam. He stopped infront of his younger brother, momentarily frozen by that irresistible puppy dog smile of Sam's.

Sam reached out and tugged Dean into his arms, kissing his temple to ease away some of the frown lines. "I'm sorry Dean, I honestly didn't know that it didn't work. The engine was kinda hot and the owners manual said that you just put a bit of it onto it and it should work and-"

"Sam," Dean groaned, rubbing a hand down his face and looking up with exasperated eyes at his younger brother. "Not only was it water proof, but it definitely wasn't meant for cars. That's sack, not track, material."

Sam furrowed his brows, tilting his head to the side slightly. "That doesn't make sense."

"That's meant for the fucking bedroom Sammy! Not my car!"

Sam smiled sweetly, picking up on the, 'Sammy' in Dean's voice and knowing that he'd already won his brother over. Sure Dean would be pissed, hell he would be too, but really, who could stay mad at him for something so … Trivial.

Nuzzling under Dean's neck he laid a kiss there and whispered huskily, "Why don't we take this little argument back to the bedroom, hm?"

Dean groaned, gasping at the press of Sam's heavy erection against his stomach. He nodded his head after a hesitated moment. "Ya, ya okay." His voice was husky with lust as Sam pressed a heated kiss to his lips, claiming Dean's mouth as his own. Their tongues dueled against eachother for dominance, Sam's eventually winning out and sending Dean's into submission.

Pulling away, Sam gripped Dean's hand in his own, tugging towards the stairs that led to their motel room. Check out was at 1 and it was only 11:30am, they had a little time to kill after all. "Come on."

Dean nodded, following after his younger brother. He rolled his eyes as they stopped infront of the door and flicked a look towards his car. "You know, we can't have sex right?"

Sam's eyes widened and his brow furrowed in confusion, "Why the hell not?"

Dean rolled his eyes again and pointed towards his smoking Impala. "Because Einstein, you used up all the lube on my fucking car."

Sam blinked for a moment before groaning. Okay, so maybe Mr. Stanford wasn't the smartest of Winchesters.

The End