This Wasn't in the Brochure

“So you wanna go around town and I’ll look up what I can on the computer?” Dean asked through his cell phone.

“No!” Sam yelled so loudly Dean had to pull his phone away from his ear.

“Take it down an octave, will ya,” Dean snapped.

“Sorry,” Sam lowered his voice. “I’m already by the library, so you can look around the town and we’ll meet back at the room.”

“Sure Sammy,” Dean ended the call before Sam could correct him.

Dean, true to his word, had walked around town, asking the residents if they knew about the mysterious suicides that were taking place.

He didn’t find out much, especially since he didn’t take the time to be nice like Sam. Dean was straight to the point, but very rarely got the answers he was looking for.

No matter as that meant Dean could go back to the motel and rest without Sam bugging him.

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He made it to the motel in record time and was flat on his back in a matter of seconds.

‘Much needed rest,’ Dean told himself.

But there was something bugging him. He lifted his head from the flat pillow and looked toward the one desk in the room; on it was Sam’s laptop.

Every time they needed to research something, it had been Sam to do it. Now Dean wasn’t really a computer kind of guy, but he knew his way around one, but Sam refused to let him work on it anymore.

He didn’t really care, but Sam was just so protective over the damn thing that Dean had to mess with it.

Dean stood from the bed, stretched, and sat at the desk. After turning on the laptop, he waited. Nothing really seemed out of the ordinary, until Dean really started snooping.

He clicked on every file he could find. He had accidentally clicked on the Internet, and even then, he found nothing. The history bar had been deleted, which seemed strange, so Dean decided to click on the favorites menu.

His jaw had literally dropped at the sites saved.

Porn of different varieties, but with the same common them; it was guy on guy. There were story sites bookmarked, as well as short clips. What he found to be the most prevalent were stories about two brothers being together or clips of supposedly related people.

His search in the favorites menu led him to a file full to the rim of gay porn videos.

Sammy was a freak!

The thing that really surprised Dean was not that Sam had porn about gay incest, but that he had porn period.

“My little Sam is growing up,” Dean smirked as he clicked on some of the videos. Dean may have loved the ladies, but he wouldn’t turn down a guy for trying to flirt with him. He was experienced with all types of people and was definitely no virgin to men or women.

“Seems like Sammy boy has a blonde/brunet kink going,” Dean said raising his eyebrows.

So that was it then, the incest pornography and the specific hair color men. Sam didn’t just like to watch incest, he was dealing with it. He was in love in Dean.

“Huh,” was all Dean could say.

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Sam had found what they were looking for. It was a pretty strange case of suicide. A woman, Melissa Bell, killed herself, but she was forced to do it by a man, Andrew Hanson. It was a big case when it happened.

Apparently, Hanson had something on Bell and wanted her to kill herself. She did, but Hanson had expected to kill himself. From what Sam could understand, Bell possessed Hanson, and made him suffer the same fate, but quickly left his body so he could feel the pain.

Sam had a theory that Melissa was still around, and killing people who she figured deserved it. A simple corpse burning, but her grave was unmarked and there were several cemeteries around.

After he shared the information with Dean, all they would have to do is find out what year the cemeteries opened and cross reference the results with her death and find the one that would likely house the bones of Melissa Bell.

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Sam opened the door and stopped when he noticed where Dean was sitting. He was about to fly off the handle, but quickly calmed himself.

There was no way Dean would find what he was hiding; he was only helping to solve this case.

“Hey there Sammy,” Dean finally turned his way. The look on his face startled Sam, but only slightly. “I know you didn’t want me to, but I didn’t have much luck in town.”

“No problem,” Sam started walking closer. Why did the desk have to face the door, meaning Dean was sitting looking at him while only the back of the laptop was visible?

“I did find something interesting actually,” Dean nodded.

“Me too,” Sam spoke. “Uh, her name was Melissa Bell and she’s been possessing people and making them kill themselves. I don’t know why, but I don’t think that matters anymore.”

“Oh?”

“Yea, wasn’t that what you were talking about?” Sam looked confused for a second. He really needed to get that computer back in his possession.

“What I found was more interesting,” Dean smirked. “Much more interesting.”

Sam was still confused as Dean clicked something on his laptop and turned it toward him. His worst fear was confirmed when on the screen was two men, brothers, having sex.

“Dean, I-I--”

“Now I know when you bought this that it made no mention of being able to get loads of porn.”

Sam could say nothing. He avoided Dean’s gaze. Dean finally broke the silence.

“Get on the bed Sammy,” Dean stood.

“What?” Sam back up.

“Strip and get on the bed,” Dean repeated but more firmly.

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I’m evil for ending it there, but one more chapter if you want it!