Date: Tue, 7 Dec 2010 23:40:31 +0000
From: SPADE HEART <spades_hearts@live.co.uk>
Subject: Soulless-Supernatural

Now I don't agree with doing a lengthy disclaimer anymore, so I'll just
say:

I don't own the characters, I don't know the actors' true sexualities, the
story is from my head, yada ,yada, yada.

All rights are owned by "The CW"

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Sam and Dean had been travelling for days and sleeping in the Impala. They
had been looking for any signs of Alphas. Dean and Sam were desperately
trying to find one so they can retrieve Sam's soul from Hell. Dean's drive
was to get Sam's soul back, because the person he was travelling with,
wasn't Sam, he was just an empty shell without a conscience. Since they
hardly had time to stop anywhere for long, they had been staying in the
car. Sam had been cooped up. Just because he didn't sleep doesn't mean he's
not allowed to be comfy. He had told Dean that they were getting a motel
room tonight, with a big double bed each. Dean didn't mind too much, though
he was shorter than his younger brother, he was sick of sleeping in the
car.

As they stumbled into the room, Dean grinned as he spied his bed. They
unload their usual gear, and flopped on their beds. They were both almost
tired enough to sleep on the ends of their beds like that, but the sound I
a couple in the next room brought them both back to their senses and they
sat up again.

'Sam you can take the bathroom first, I need a drink.' as Sam left the room
to brush his teeth, etc. Dean Reached into his bag and retrieved a bottle
of beer and then another, he opened them both and placed one on the table
for Sam. As Dean sipped his drink he reviewed his past week of failure to
find any bad goings on.

A couple of minutes later Sam returned and spotted his beer. Dean watched
as he picked it up, he noticed his brother was cleanly shaven, unlike
himself, who he had left unkempt for the past three days. Dean was feeling
ripe.

"been a rough week or so ain't it?" said Sam, trying to pull so e emotion
from his brother, that wasn't depression.

"It really has. Well at least we have a decent room, for once, it's clean,
tidy-"

"the bathrooms pretty good too." Sam added.

Sam finished his beer and climbed into a pair of nightwear pants, the long
kind. He remained topless, because it was a warm night. Dean headed for the
bathroom as he left his brother to inspect his muscled chest I the mirror
in the wall. Sam hadn't lied, the bathroom was great. It was mirrored all
down one wall, a large shower with a glad door and big sink and worktop
space. He turned the shower on and stuck his hand in. He went back into
their room; Sam was in bed reading a demon book. Dean stripped down to his
briefs. Dean had always kept himself in shape, growing up he lifted
dumbbells and now he was left with a large muscled chest and biggish
arms. His Pecs and abs were clearly defined in the light of the motel
room. He grabbed his shaving kit and left the room for the bathroom. Dean
hopped in the shower, the hot water blast him. He looked down and watched
the water run down himself, dripping from his arms, chin and dick. He
placed his hands on the wall and bent one knee and stretched his other leg
backwards. He was just enjoying a decent shower.

The second Dean had left the room, Sam took hold of his dick, he had never
jerked off in front Dean and had never caught him. He had hidden a porno
mag into a book on demonology. His cock was at full mast now and stood at a
solid 7.5 inches. He could get both if his hands around and it was of a
good thickness. Sam was satisfied with the size if it. Girls never
complained. He was jerking a full speed because he didn't know how long
Dean would be. He hadn't had the chance to do this in well over a fortnight
and since his resurrection he had thrice the horniness. Using plenty of
spit for lube, he laid under the covers, pulled his boxers to his knees and
went full speed, whilst looking at the pictures of whorish girls sucking
big dicks or having their holes drilled.  He compared the dicks from the
magazine to his own, his was straight and smooth, with a flared head which
was much thicker than the girth of the shaft. He was forced to stop because
he heard muffles and thuds coming from the bathroom. Sam pulled up his
boxers and stuck his stiffness down one side, along side of his leg. As he
rushed to the bathroom door, the feeling in his balls was strange, caused
by the stiffness being close. He leaned against the door and listened, he
heard voices.

Dean had finished showering when he stepped in front of the fogged up
mirror. Using a towel provided he wiped the mirror, then threw it to the
ground; Dean loved air drying and never used a towel. He spread shaving
cream all over his face and used his razor carefully shaved his face, first
his neck and chin, then sideburns and cheeks. Suddenly, he heard a noise
behind him, which made him jump and spin around, knocking his shaving kit
off the counter. Dean was staring, butt naked, at a Vampire, with its teeth
showing.

"What do you want?" Dean commanded.

"You can't just leave us Dean. You felt our father's vision, didn't you?"
The Vamp hissed.

Sam had jumped up from the bed by now and run to the table, the head of his
dick head appearing from his leg. He reached the table and grabbed an axe
from the kit. He caught a part of the conversation inside, which included
Sam learning the intruder was a Vamp.

Dean lunged to strike the Vampire, but ti was futile. The Vampire just
side-stepped and struck him in the side of the head, making Dean slip, then
fall to the floor. The Vampire sat on Dean's chest and went to bite him.

Just then, Sam burst in, axe in hand and decapitated The Vampire, while it
was distracted. Dean, was covered in the monster's blood, he made sure not
to let any go into his mouth. Sam immediately regained his focus of the
situation, whilst Dean still came to. Sam looked down at the naked, wet,
Dean on the floor in front of him - His dick in particular. It was both
really thick and about 5 inches soft. Sam felt a physical reaction on his
dick. He was getting harder and started leaking pre-cum. Dean had started
to get up, Sam walked out of the room, slightly confused. Dean turned the
shower back on and rinsed the blood off of him.

Sam confusion was growing, the more he thought about why he was attracted
to Dean. He knew he wasn't the same without his soul, maybe this included
his sexual preference, including his turn-ons and what is right or wrong.

Dean put the body in the tub and let it burn. Sam was in bed, whilst he
did. Dean flopped on his bed, still naked. He looked at Sam, who'd been
reading a Demonology book the whole time since he'd saved Dean.

"Thanks, by the way. You really saved me." Dean thanked.

"It's no problem" Sam replied with a smile, he went back to reading the
porno mag. He was using his dick like a book mark, his dick peeking through
the fly. All of this was hidden from Dean.

Dean had grown tired of watching TV. He made no attempt to dress
himself. He turned over and fell into slumber. Sam, on the other hand,
didn't sleep. He sat on his bed and watched the sleeping Adonis. Now Dean
had turned over, one leg was bent, the other straight. Sam had a full view
of Deans hole inbetween two perfect butt cheeks. Sam's dick, after seeing
this, was harder than he's ever known and practically spewing pre-cum.

He had to do SOMEthing, he'd been erect for over an hour. That's how long
it had been since he'd saved Dean. He decided to make his move on, someone
who he used to see as a brother.

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I know there wasn't any sexual contact. I'm sorry, but now I have the story
set up, It'll come much easier now.

E-mail me with any ideas or problems you have.