The characters of Dean and Sam Winchester are from the TV series Supernatural and are owned by the CW Network. The storyline does build up to sex, so you won't be disappointed reading the whole thing. The title says it all; this story kept me hot and bothered until I got it written out.
Dean Winchester awoke in the motel room to hear his brother moaning in his sleep. At first he thought Sam was actually trying to carry on a conversation with him. Which really wasn't that unusual for Sam to just ramble on with Dean interjecting an occasional "uh huh" and "yeah" to make him think he was listening.
"Sammy? Sammy, you alright?" Dean asked groggily, as he sat up in bed rubbing his sleepy eyes. He glanced over to where his younger brother was sleeping in the next bed.
"Viv! Ohhh yeeaah! I'm coming Viv!" Sam moaned frantically.
Dean smiled to himself. "My baby brother is having a wet dream about some chick named Viv." Although he had never heard Sam speak of a Viv before, he still found it amusing. Sam was not the smoothest with the ladies; he was way too shy. Dean was always the one who scored with the ladies they met on their adventures. When he saw something he wanted, he went for it. Sam just usually sat back and waited for it to happen. And if it didn't happen, he just chalked it up to fate.
"I'll let him have his fun. At least he's getting some in his dreams." Dean said to himself with a sly grin. Since he was already awake, he slowly made his way to the bathroom. Coming out of the bathroom, he checked on Sam again. Sam had broken out in a cold sweat across his forehead, and kicked his blanket off the bed and onto the floor.
Dean picked the blanket up off the floor and put it at the foot of Sam's bed. "Man, she's really doin' a number on you, buddy! Does she have a sister you can hook me up with?" Dean whispered as he crawled back into bed. "Have fun, it'll be morning soon."
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The next morning, Dean woke to birds singing outside the window and the sun streaming across his face. He glanced over to see if Sam was up yet. Apparently Sam had survived the night with his dream lover. His bed was neatly made and the door to the bathroom was closed. Groaning, Dean sat up in bed and stretched, his heavy feet hitting the hardwood floor.
Sam quickly swung the bathroom door open. His face was covered with shaving cream, with a towel tied around his waist. His honey-colored hair was wildly tousled from the shower. "Oh it's you. I thought housekeeping was trying to get in."
"Afraid Viv was gonna see you naked?" Dean snickered as he stood up, adjusting the waistband of his boxer shorts. "She really gave you a workout last night, huh, little bro?"
"What the hell are you talking about?" Sam asked, giving Dean a puzzled look. He really hated it when his older, more experienced brother teased him about women. Dean lived in the here and now; any woman he found attractive, he pursued and bedded her. Sam was the opposite; he desired quality over quantity.
Dean went over to the small window and propped his elbows on the windowsill, gazing out into the parking lot. "She's all you could talk about last night. You've been holding out on me Sammy."
Sam cocked his head to one side. "You should really cut back on the cheap booze at the dive bars you drag me to. Its really eating away at your brain."
Dean turned to face his brother, feeling the sun hitting his bare back and chest. "Sam, if I had a tape recorder last night, I would've taped you and played it for you. This Viv chick was really giving it to you."
"You're such a dumbass." Sam sneered at being teased, slamming the bathroom door.
"I'm just sayin'," Dean yelled back, smiling at the thought of his brother having a wet dream he couldn't remember. "If that chick was doin' me that hard, I would've remembered it!" Dean said, feeling his cock growing hard just by the thought of it. "Hey, you gonna be in there much longer?" he yelled, pounding his fist on the thin wooden door of the bathroom. "I need to shower and shave too."
Sam turned the hairdryer on full blast in the bathroom to drown him out. "You better not use all my hair gel, Sam. You can be such a bitch sometimes." Dean thought to himself as he opened the door to their motel room, grabbing the complimentary paper left there on the doormat.
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"You all ready to go, bro?" Dean asked, climbing into the driver's seat of their black 1967 Chevy Impala.
"Huh? Yeah, I'm ready to go." Sam replied, not looking up from the newspaper he was engrossed in.
"Looking for your engagement announcement?" Dean smirked, sliding his dark sunglasses on.
From the corner of his eye, he could see Sam run his fingers through his hair. He knew Sam was beginning to get aggravated with all the teasing, But Dean enjoyed it so much. It's one of the perks of being an older brother.
"Dean, so help me," Sam glared at him, a blood vessel popping out on the side of his neck. "cool it with the Viv stuff! I don't know a Viv, or Vivian! Ok?"
"She may be the girl of your dreams...literally." Dean laughed, as they left the parking lot and headed down the tree-lined road.
"Yeah, well," Sam rolled his eyes, unconvinced. "anyway, I was reading this article in the paper, and here's a story about some old lady that has a magic painting that can tell the future."
"Interesting." Dean replied, raising one eyebrow. A painting that claims to tell the future was tame compared to the demons, ghosts, and evil spirits they usually encountered. "So where's this old lady with the psychic painting live?"
"According to this," Sam said, flipping back one page of the newspaper. "Just one town over in Harmony."
"Harmony? That sounds like a nice place." Dean chuckled. "Sure doesn't sound like a place for paranormal activity."
"Yeah, Hellhole or Vortex to Hell would be too obvious, right?" Sam laughed, folding the newspaper. "When we get into town, I'll look up the old lady's address again."
"Ok," Dean replied, turning the radio up full blast. As they cruised along, Dean was bopping his head to the heavy-metal music that blared out of the car's speakers. He had just installed brand new speakers in the back, and he loved to hear them rock. Sam looked out the window and got lost in his daydreams. He was definitely the dreamer of the two brothers.
Sam's thoughts drifted back to last night, when he did in fact, dream of a woman. It puzzled him that he had called out for someone named Viv in his sleep. "Do I know a Vivian?" Sam thought to himself. He could never tell Dean about it. He took his teasing way too far and would just make it all about sex. Actually, it was kind of sexual, but in a sensual way. "Dean would never see that side of it, so why mention it?" he told himself as he glanced over to watch Dean drumming the steering wheel to the music. Sam smiled to himself knowing that he had a sexy secret Dean knew nothing about.
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The small town of Harmony looked like a typical American small town. The houses were nice, but simple. Most of the houses were spread out, fields stretching between them.
"This place should've been named Hicksville instead of Harmony." Dean yelled over the music.
Sam turned the music down. "I kinda like it. It's small and homey."
"You would." Dean looked over the tops of his sunglasses, as they stopped for a stop sign. "This place looks like Nowheresville to me!"
