Sex Addict

Author’s Note: there’s really nothing I wanna say this time but there’s no sex scene in this one… but some humor, trust me when I say next chapter will have some heat in it I just have to get us there… I welcome reviews with open arms
*= thoughts or dreams

Denial is Easier than the Truth


Sam stood in line at the bakery reading the obituary in the local newspaper. Nothing was out of the ordinary yet but he was only half way through and who knows what he’d run across, hopefully something that would distract him from what had been happening with Dean.

“Excuse me sir, may I help you?”

Sam looked up from an interesting lead. The girl behind the counter waited patiently for him to make his order. She was cute but not someone who looked like would help his brother with the certain problem that sprung up constantly from Dean’s pants.

The youngest Winchester left the busy patisserie with a white paper bag clutched in his hand and a rolled up newspaper under his arm. Sam opened the Impala’s door, slipped into the driver’s seat and placed the bag and paper in the seat next to him. He turned the key in the ignition and felt his body relax when the familiar vibrations of the Impala roaring to life flowed through his torso. Sam sighed and eased down the street, trying to prolong the inevitably uncomfortable conversation that would happen once he got back to the motel.

When Sam pulled into the parking lot he slowly pulled his things together, or at least as slow as one could when all he had to gather was a bag of donuts and coffee, a newspaper and the keys to the car and motel room. He started up the stairs and stopped outside the door, trying to sort out his thoughts. The panicking part of Sam told him to run but the braver half told him to stand firm and explain why he did what he did to Dean. The braver side won and with a sigh Sam opened the door and steeled himself for the huge rant soon to come from his brother’s mouth.

But as Sam walked in he noticed that Dean wasn’t there. Sam tilted his head listening carefully for any danger when he noticed a small pad of paper sitting on the table. He picked it up and read the neat hand writing of Dean Winchester.

‘Sam, went to do laundry. Be back soon, Dean (is awesome). P.S. Hope you got some food or else I’m gonna beat the crap outta ya for stealing my baby!’

Sam smirked at the note and threw it back onto the table. Sam reached into the bag and pulled out a custard filled donut and a small covered cup of coffee. He unrolled the newspaper and began to read as he sipped his warm tan coffee.

The man grimaced in disgust at the taste of coffee loaded with too much sugar. He looked into the cup and made a face as he threw it into the trash.

Sam’s eyes scanned the obituary again for an article that was in their field of work when his eyes stopped on one small section. It was weird to say the least.
‘Celeste Harmonda joined the six others’ whom have died under the same circumstances in the last two months. The deaths’ are under investigation by the local police. Anyone with any information please contact the police station as soon as possible.’

The frown on Sam’s face deepened when no location or reason of the death was given. He flipped to the continuation of the article on another page and his eyes widened. The same article took up half a page, talking about the other deaths besides Celeste’s.

‘The bodies of the victims from the latest case that has been pursued by our police are all found in the same condition and place. The corpses were found in the center of Red Clay Park, all of their bones crushed into splinters and bodies grotesquely twisted by something that seems to be a large animal. No human possesses the strength to damage anything like those cadavers were. Please be on the look out for anything dangerous.’

There was more to the article but the rest was just some stuff about the families. Sam scratched his head as he reread the paragraph that contained the most important information, this was one of the most obvious jobs he’d ever read about. Sam’s head snapped up at the sound of his brother’s voice.

“Hey Sammy. I’ve got clean clo-othes, you gotta fold ‘em though,” Dean practically sang with gleeful delight as he dumped the clothes onto Sam’s lap.

“Thanks,” Sam said with a sarcastic roll of the eyes.

Sam’s answer was automatic as his brain sifted through the jumble that had become his mind when Dean had walked in. Confusion about the way Dean acted was quickly followed by ‘Oh my God! Dean’s been possessed! Where’s the holy water?’ and then rationality settled in. Dean was just denying what happened, after all denial is easier than the truth, or at least it was sometimes.

Though it was against his better judgment Sam decided to play along with Dean, for now. It was best for both of them considering the fact that even if Sam wanted to talk about it he would probably just make it worse, because he really didn’t know what to say.

So, following his decision, Sam stood and began to fold clothes. He didn’t really like it when Dean folded clothes anyways because the clothes always ended up rolled into stupid little balls. Sam hated it when his clothes looked like they were thrown up by a cat.

“So, did you find anything?” Dean asked looking up from the T.V.

“Yeah, in fact I found a big ‘anything’,” Sam said as he tossed the paper to Dean.

Sam told Dean the page that belonged to the story and his brother flipped to it. Sam continued to fold the now half-way-done stack of clothes as Dean mumbled the paragraph that had caught his little brother’s eye.
“Damn, this is big alright. The hell do you think it is? A demon? Black dog? Werewolf? Some possessed something?” Dean asked, apparently hooked in the case for he looked straight at Sam (something he’d been obviously avoiding since coming in).

“I don’t know. My guess is a werewolf, demon, or possession. A black dog wouldn’t have been able to ‘do’ the things that were done to the bodies. I was gonna look it up on the laptop, but didn’t get the chance,” Sam said putting down the last folded article of clothing.

The youngest Winchester swallowed hard as Dean crossed the short distance between the bed and the table where Sam now stood. But instead of whatever he though was going to happen, not that Sam really knew what he thought was going to happen anyways, Dean just reached into the bakery bag and pulled out a glazed doughnut and his cup of coffee. Sam breathed a sigh of relief and took Dean’s cup, tossing it into the trash.

Dean stood, staring dumbstruck at his now empty hand, “Dude! What the hell was that about?! I need caffeine!”

Sam just sighed and clapped Dean on the shoulder as he made his way over to his duffel to put his own clothes away, “Trust me man, you do not want any of that… whatever ‘that’ is.”

Pulling out his laptop, Sam watched Dean flick a glance at him. That one tiny look held so much more than irritation. That look held heat and hunger; fuck that look held the pure unadulterated form of sex. *Aww, hell Dean. What’re you trying to do to me,* Sam thought to himself with a silent groan as he flipped open the laptop and discretely rearranged his half hard-on.

“Well, since you decided to deprive me of it, I’m gonna go pick us up some coffee,” Dean said shrugging his coat on and opening the door, “you want a triple shot black right?”

Sam nodded and began to type until he heard the door click shut and his body froze as what his brother had said finally reached his brain.

“WAIT DEAN! I’m not you! I don’t want death that fast! Get back here you ass!” Sam leapt from the chair and he raced to the door, flung it open and ran after his chuckling brother whom was already pealing out of the parking lot.

Sam chased the Impala down the street waving his arms wildly and shouting curses that would get quite a few children in trouble that day, when they told their mom’s, what the funny man had said. Dean, who still would not slow down, laughed evilly as he tipped his side mirror to catch his brother’s now dejected image standing in the middle of the road, barefoot and shirtless. Yup, some days it was just better not to talk about things that had happened the night before; or else he might’ve missed this hilarious yet somehow ridiculously hot scene that was now burned into his mind.

TBC...