It has been a long day for the Winchester boys; first Sam unwittingly follows his vision which then leads him into getting captured by the very person they were hunting for, Count Dracula who was going by the alias of Vincent Prince. Then Dean gets arrested and spends several hours in jail after his interrogation, which didn't end well, until some thing helps him escape in order to save his brother.

Who was this being? Was it a demon? Does it have dealings with Lilith? Or does it have an entirely different agenda? Or maybe it does want to help the brothers, as they are in so need of it at the moment.

Anyway, after Dean left the police station he headed straight to where Dracula was residing and, after a fight with his slave Joshua, being tied up in a chair and witnessing Sam becoming a vampire briefly, the brothers manage to kill Dracula and save the "girl", Detective Azalea Scott, who was so kind as to let them go!

Now back at the hotel room Dean's waiting anxiously for his little brother to come out of the bathroom so he can perform the "thing" he's always wanted him to do ever since he first suggested it to him…

"Come on Sammy!" He yells from the bed, in which he's laid out on his stomach with his head at the foot of the bed and his feet touching the headboard, in only his boxers as he continues to wait.

Finally leaving the bathroom and hearing the toilet flush, Sam, who's also clad in boxers, appears with several bottles of oils in his hand and gestures them to him, "Okay Dean, which one would you like?"

Dean turns to the side and shrugs, "Does it matter? Just get with the massaging already!" He shouts but in a playful kind of way.

"Alright, alright, keep those boxers on!" Sam retorts, looking at the bottles he had in his hand. Soothing Strawberry, Japanese Spa or Calming Cherry Blossom? Seeing as Dean in an aggravating mood, Sam decides to go with the Calming Cherry Blossom. Dropping the other back into the bathroom sink, worrying about them later, Sam slowly climbs onto the bed and sits on Dean's ass, hearing him groan under his weight.

"What is it Dean? Can't take the pressure?" Sam smiles as he pops the bottle cap and squeezes the contents lightly onto his brother's exposed back.

"Shut up bitch!"

"Jerk!"

Now that they've settled themselves Sam, still sitting on Dean's behind, places the bottle on the bedside table when he's squirted enough and begins rubbing it all over his back. He starts at the top, soothing out Dean's tense shoulder muscles as he hears several clicks, the sound of moaning suggesting he's doing it just right.

"So Dean," Sam begins still massaging, "How did you manage to get out of jail anyways?"

Dean, who's falling for the rhythmic rubs from his brother's warm hands, tries his best to reply given his current situation, "Hmm, promise you'll…(moan)…just listen for…(groan)…a change?"

Sam leans down and gently kisses the back of Dean's neck, staying there for a while before whispering into his ear, "I promise."

Returning to his massaging Sam rubs down to the lower back muscle, allowing Dean to continue, "Well, I don't know exactly."

"You don't know?" Sam butts in, stopping his massaging to look down at Dean, "What kind of stupid-assed answer is that? How can you not know how you escaped?"

"Sam," Dean yells but not loudly, turning himself round just enough so he's looking up at him, "I'm trying to explain here."

"Alright, sorry. Lie back down."

Doing as he's told Dean lies back down, his chin against his folded arms as he continues his explanation along with Sam's soothing massage, "Anyway, I felt this "presence" within the room. I couldn't see it, only hear it, and it seemed to know who I was and who you were. I don't completely understand it but it could stop time and that's how I managed to escape," As if knowing what Sam's going to ask next, he speaks before he can ask the question, "And no, I don't know what it is. It could've been anything."

"Guess we'll never know now, will we?" Sam interjects, a dimpled smile forming on his face, a satisfying crack which eases Dean's pain a bit.

"I dunno. I've got this feeling in the pit of my stomach that suggests that we may be seeing it again."

Having soothed out his aches and pains Sam allows Dean to turn himself over before placing his knees on either side of him and sitting slowly onto his stomach. Dean holds him by his thighs, the silver ring on his right ring finger gives off a cold sensation as he rubs it in a circular motion.

"Let's not fret about it tonight. We've been through a lot today and I think I answer for the both of us when I say we should get into bed and get as much sleep as we possibly can."

"That's sounds like a great idea, Sammy," Dean manages to speak, too tired from his massage to even move as his little brother helps swerve him round and under the covers. Climbing in next to him in the double bed, Sam turns off the bedside lamp, as Dean does likewise, before placing a long, soft kiss on his brother's lips, not really wanting to move away but alas he must, if they want any sleep tonight.

"Goodnight Dean, I love you," Sam whispers to him before resting his head on Dean's chest, listening out for the soft beating of his heart.

Dean places a hand on Sam's head, "Likewise," is all he can muster out as they both eventually fall asleep, the scent of the massaging oil drifting nicely around the room.

Although, unbeknownst to the Winchester boys, the exact same presence that Dean felt in the police station's silently watching them from outside the window, the sound of large wings flapping before it eventually flies away into the Moon-lit night.

A/N: I know this is pretty short but I'm pretty whacked and this is all I can come up with. I was hoping to have a sex scene to end this chapter but I'm too tired and I can't think straight.

But don't worry, I'll more than make up to it in the next episode, I promise! xxx