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mrgreen Room 69
By Fox Demon Kirara
Sam heard a click in the door to their motel room. He quickly shut off the television. Dean burst through with his arms loaded down with groceries. He set it down on the small table the motel provided.
“So I got everything we’re going to need to get through the night. Beer, chips, sandwiches and of course, my favorite….pie!” He held the last up like a prize.
“Dude, pie?” Sam said, getting up.
“Yeah, I got freakin’ pie.” He gave Sam a look and then smirked. “Were you watching porn?”
“No, I, uh, was watching the news,” Sam said, trying to cover his embarrassment.
“You were watching porn,” Dean insisted with a laugh. “That’s my boy. Oh, and I got extra salt. Did you make the hex bags? I don’t want to get caught with my pants down if a witch comes knockin’, unless she’s a hot witch.” Dean waggled his brows.
“Nah, I didn’t get around to it.”
“Because you were watching porn,” Dean said grinning.
“Is that pumpkin pie?” he asked, trying to change the subject.
“All in the spirit of Halloween. And the coupe de gracie…candy.” He held up a bag of candy bars.
“Candy?”
“I’m not getting attacked by any space munchkins this year.” Dean remembered the fat little brat dressed as Buzz Lightyear.
“Are you sure holing up for Halloween is a good idea? I mean, this is prime time for Evil.”
“Sammy, I hate Halloween and so do you. Except for last year, nothing actually happens on Halloween.”
“Yeah, you’re probably right,” Sam agreed.
The day had pretty much gone without a hitch and night descended. They randomly got a few trick or treaters but even that died off pretty quick. They sat on the couch with some beers and watched American Werewolf In London.
“Stop that,” Sam said suddenly.
“Stop what?”
“Dude, playing with my hair,” Sam said.
“What the hell are you talking about? Shut up and watch the movie. This is the best part.”
Sam couldn’t get comfortable. “Is it cold in here?”
“Just your imagination. Now shush, already.” Dean’s attention was fixed on the movie.
It was later into the movie, when Dean noticed Sam. “Dude, if you’re tired, go to bed. I’m not your damn pillow. Sam suddenly sat up. He had snuggled up to Dean and put his head on Dean’s shoulder.
“Uh, sorry.” That was weird , thought Sam.
“Is it hot in here? I think I ate too much. My stomach feels weird.” Dean took off his flannel. Sam watched the play of Dean’s muscles and then quickly looked away. Weird. Dean picked up his beer and Sam watched as he put his lips on the bottle and he thought how nice Dean’s lips would be if….what? Sam grabbed his own beer and gulped it down feeling hot himself.
Dean watched Sam slam his beer and place the empty bottle on the table. He noticed how firm his hold on the bottle was and wondered how it would feel if those hands were wrapped around….what the? Dean took and embarrassed gulp of beer.
“Uh, Dean. Something weird is going on.”
“Nothing is going on,” Dean said, unconvincingly.
“Yes, it is. I’m feeling kind of funny.”
Dean looked at him and Sam stared back. Suddenly Sam jumped him, crushing his lips to Dean’s. At first, Dean struggled but the funny feeling descended upon him full on and he grabbed Sam’s hair and forced his tongue in. There hands explored each other and a moan escaped from Sam. Sam tore his shirt off and Dean’s hands sought his nipples, pinching them. Sam furiously took his pants off, as Dean removed his clothes as well. Sam licked Dean’s chest and Dean grabbed two handfuls of Sam’s hair and forced him downward. The sound of two women laughing, filled the room.
INTERLUDE CARRY ON MY WAYWARD SON PLAYING
They awoke the next day, sore in places they didn’t want to think to hard about. Neither said a word. They packed in silence and loaded the Impala in silence. When they got to the motel office, a middle aged man waited behind the desk. They paid the bill, and as they were about to leave, Sam turned back.
“Excuse me, about the room. Did something weird happen there?”
“You mean room 69. Yeah, its why I rented it to you guys.”
“What do you mean, you guys.” Dean piped in.
“You know, together. Anyway, about six years ago, two ladies rented the room and they were doing all sorts of things together, and I guess one of there toys malfunctioned or something and they died. Man, what a way to go. Stuff happens in that room so I only rent it to same sex couples. Did anything happen?”
“No!” Sam and Dean said it at the same time.
“We aren’t a couple, we’re brothers.”
“Yeah, whatever you say,” the clerk said.
The two left and got in the car. They sat there for moment. Sam was about to speak up.”Don’t say a word, Sammy. We will not EVER speak or think of this again. End of discussion.”
“But Dean, how could we be possessed. We have protect-,” Dean cut him off with a look.
“Never.” Dean started the car and drove off.
The clerk watched them drive off and he transformed into a small mischeivious looking man. He smiled and went into the backroom and sat in a Lazy-boy. The television turned on and he began to rewatch the events of the night in room 69. The trickster threw back his head and laughed.
