It was the middle of the night in Southern Montana. The air was unsteady, wind rustling through the leaves in the trees that circled a big lake. There could be heard nothing but faint squelching sounds and a few grunts as the two Winchesters slouched along the uphill towards their car. Impala was waiting for them silently on a small grassy flat. The main road was pretty far from where they were hunting the corrupted Jengu.

"Ugh, I'm glad most of the things we hunt actually live on the ground", Sam Winchester complained as he shook himself like a wet dog would do. Dean was in no better condition, they were both soaked, dripping with cold lake water and green slime-like waterspirit blood. Sam was shivering and wrapped his hands around himself to keep the cooling autumn wind from blowing straight through his drenched shirt and biting into his already goosebumped skin.

"Yeah, tell me about it", Dean murmured and tugged open the Impala's door – carefully avoiding to stain it's black skin. He took out a bag and rummaged through it to find some dry towels for Sam and himself. He only managed to get his hands on one clean towel and threw it to his brother. "Luxury for the ladies", Dean smirked and went with a used one.

"Thanks", Sam answered with a grateful smile on his face. The towel was soft and comfortable to dry on, it even smelled newly washed. "We should hit the laundry again sometime soon", he reminded himself absently. They were gonna drive to the next town during the night, because Dean had said that this place gave him the shivers with all the old twisted spirits, and the townfolk wasn't any less creepy.

As soon as Sam had wiped most of the goo from his clothes and hands, he tossed the towel back in the car and started undressing. This drew Dean's attention, but he tried to keep it subtle. He had always envied his little brother's gorgeous build, but the feeling was even more turned up than usually – it propably was because of the way the moonlight hit Sam's glimmering skin and brought out shadows that made the well built abs even more visible. Dean caught himself staring, felt a small blush raise on his face and started hastily chanching his own clothes too.

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With their gear changed and hair only slightly damp both boys got up to the Impala. Dean inserted the keys and started the car with a loud 'wroom!'. Or he thought he would. Instead of the usual reving up and a pleased whirr he got a sinister chocking sound as the Impala tried really hard to start up.

"The hell?"

He tried again, and again, and again. It was no use though, looked like Dean's baby had caught cold and drove him poking under her skirt with a flashlight. While the older Winchester was silently panicking and trying to find the source of the problem, Sam was waiting patiently and started to drift away into sleep. Just as he stepped over the edge to dreamland he got startled by a loud thump that was followed with his brother entering the car.

"I can't work in this darkness. I think baby's battery's run out cold", Dean sounded a little depressed and far more worried than would be normal. He gently patted the dashboard of his mechanic girlfriend and mumbled something like 'We'll get you up and running in the morning' and 'You deserve a rest for now' and 'Good night, baby'. Sam found his brother's behaviour silly but cute and he smiled to him.

"So, it's gonna be a night spent on the road again?" he asked and started to get up from the front seat. The privilege of being the taller one was to get to sleep in the backseats if it was gonna be a night in the car.

"Yeah, again..."

For the last week or so they had been incredebly busy running from job to job, barely having time to eat, sleep, let alone talk to each other about anything than the thing they were hunting at the moment. So Sam made his way to the backseat and Dean adjusted his seat to lean back a bit. They were both so tired that in no time the Impala was filled with quiet snoring.

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Dean shivered. The cold temperature was dragging him awake. For a while he shifted and turned and tried to wrap his jacket tighter around him but nothing helped. He peeked to the back to see if Sam was asleep.

"Sam?" he whispered, his brothers face staying peaceful. "Hey, Sammy", he called again a little louder, and got Sam to slightly open his other eye. He heard a questioning mumble that was followed by a soft yawn.

"Do you have any blankets back there? I'm frigging freezing here", Dean shivered dramatically to make his point more clear. Sam groaned sleepily and raised to lean on his other elbow. He looked around and went through some stuff that was on the floor, but came up with nothing.

"Sorry, man, I think we didn't take any from Bobby's."

In less than 10 seconds Sam was asleep again, leaving grumpy Dean up. He stared at his sleeping brother and thought how sweet he looked like laying there all curled up. An idea crossed his mind – it would be much more warm if he'd go and cuddle up to Sam's body, he might get some sleep too. But then again, after what happened a few nights back at the motel it might get a little weird. He weighed these two options in his head and the cold won. Dean silently got up from the car and sneaked in the backseat with Sam. He tried to be as subtle as possible without waking Sam up again, but the plan crumbeld down as Dean's hand slipped and he found himself laying on his brother with his full weight. 'Dammit!'

"Dean, what?" Sam muttered and tried to make sense of the situation.

"Nothing, nothing, just sleep!" Dean whispered and reached back to slam the door shut. "I just figured I'd sleep here with you when the other option was hypothermia."

Sam smiled and was happy to keep his brother warm. He slightly shifted, making room for Dean. "Sure, c'mere", he said softly and pulled Dean to his lap, wrapping arms around him. "Better?"

"Uh, yeah..." Dean's voice was muffled as his face was pressed against Sam's shirt. It smelled nice, and it really was warm here. It was like Sam was radiating intense heat, and it was all wrapped around Dean. This made him blush a little again and he shifted into a better position. Their bodies were pressed tightly against each other, and the moving around created slight friction in both of their pants.

"Night, Sammy", Dean said and shut his eyes tightly, trying to keep off the weird thoughts that started to flow through his mind. Sam was so close to him, and all he could think about was how safe and warm and nice it felt to lay here with him.

Sam didn't catch his dream again either. He was staring at his brother and thought about the last time he was this close to him – the time when he dry-raped him. A clear memory of that moment rushed into Sam's head and he trembled slightly. His heart gained speed again and he started to think that it was a bad idea to let Dean sleep on him. In spite of trying very hard not to get aroused, he did, and felt his cock throb against his brother's stomach. As he started panicking and wondering if Dean had felt it, he noticed something he really didn't expect; Dean had gotten hard too and it was poking against Sam's thigh. He thought he heard a really quiet whimper from his big brother, and without thinking it through, pressed his lips gently against Dean's head.

"Sam?" Dean mumbled and out of embarrasment buried his face deeper into the shirt. With all the warmth, closeness and the fact that he'd taken care of himself lastly god-knows-when, he felt unbearably needy. As Sam's lips pressed against his hair, he lifted his head and intensively looked the other one in the eyes.

"This is so screwed up", he whispered before leaning in to kiss his brother. The kiss was soft, innocent and short, but sent waves of excitement through both of their bodies.

Eventhough Dean knew Sam better than anyone else, he couldn't tell what he was thinking right now. His expression was tense and happy at the same time, and he could've sworn he saw a glipse of fear mixed in there too. Maybe it was Sam's horny face, Dean didn't know, and the more he thought about it the less he cared about it. He only wanted to kiss Sam again – and so he did. This time it was a little more rough and longer. Sam made it even more intense by sliding his hands down to Dean's lower back, he didn't dare to go further.

"Have you used a love potion on me?" Dean jokingly asked between the kisses, but in his mind he was half-serious. He just wanted a good explanation for his feelings. Sam chuckled and answered, "No, Dean. This is all you."

Soon their kissing turned from innocent and sweet to sloppy and heated. They were both in a desperate state of needing a release and grinded against each other. Dean pressed against Sam as hard as he could, and it felt incredible, but the friction wasn't enough.

"Sammy..." he started and his cheecks got flushed again. "Sammy, I need more, please.."

Sam almost exploded in his pants just from hearing his big brother saying those words and begging like that. He pushed Dean up sitting and got on him, straddling his legs now. 'He looks so beautiful', Sam thought as he took a moment to look at his brother. He was breathing heavily his mouth slightly open, his lips glimmering with both of their salivas and eyes heavy lidded.

"What now?" Dean sounded hesitant as he placed his hands on Sam's waist.

Sam got snapped back to the moment and shook his head. "Nothing", he smiled and pushed his brother's jacket off him. As he was working their tops off, Dean was busy getting Sam's jeans open. After a while of fumbling he managed to zip him down, and before he actually touched the bulge in Sam's boxers he looked up to him with worried eyes.

"Can I touch it?" Dean felt a little stupid asking that kind of a question in this kind of a situation, but he wanted to make extremely sure that they were both in on this. After all, he had a huge guilt trip to look forward to, eventhough Sam had started the whole thing.

"Please", Sam answered and bit his lower lip in anticipation. A small moan escaped from his lips as Dean, with trembling hands, pulled out his painfully hard shaft.

"Jeez, you're huge", Dean commented clearly impressed.

"Yeah, I know", Sam replied casually and leaned down to lick and nip on his brother's neck. This made Dean whimper and shift around uncomfortably – his jeans started to feel unpleasantly tight. He brought his hands on his crotch and squeezed hard before he opened up and took his own member out. His tip was already slick with precome and a faint sound could be heard as he stroked himself a few times. Sam left Dean's neck and sat back on his lap. Without hesitation he took a firm hold of his brother's cock and with his free hand he guided Dean to stroke him in return.

They sat there like that getting each other off for a long moment, never breaking eye contact. Their hands moved in a syncronized rythm and as it got faster, Dean threw his head back and Sam took the opportunity to ravage that delicious neck again.

Sam's hand moved skillfully up and down Dean, drawing groans and moans from him. Sam felt himself being very close to coming, and he joined the choir of pleasure noises.

"Sammy.. It's com– Ah!" Dean's body tensed as he shot his load with force, landing on his own chest and the rest on Sam's hand. Sam came almost immidiately after he saw his brother's climax face.

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Impala's windows were misty as the two Winchester laid there wrapped around each other, both panting and still on their orgasmic high.

Dean had a weird and unfamiliar feeling in his gut, but it wasn't bad. He took a deep breath and studied Sam's face – his eyes were closed and he looked happy and relaxed. This made Dean smile and he pecked a quick kiss on the corner of his mouth.

"You know, Sammy..."

"Mhm?"

"I don't know if I should be glad or worried, but I don't feel wrong at all."

And with that, they shared a tight hug and both drifted to sleep smiling.

Hey there lovely you! Thanks for reading my story, I hope you enjoyed it. :) This is as far as this story is going to go on, but I have a couple of other ideas in mind, so stay tuned if you're interested.