Another day, another jib joint. They’re all the same, I wondered as I pushed through the door to the diner. My brother Dean was right behind me, and without even looking I knew he was on the lookout for the ever-present pie counter all these places seemed to have.

I found a place to sit and looked out the window as Dean slid into the booth across from me. I pushed my hair off my face and looked at the back of the menu Dean had picked up.

Before he could decide what he wanted, their waitress walked up and introduced herself. I didn’t overly care until I heard Dean’s ‘flirty’ voice responding instead of his typical voice, “Hi Lisa! I’m Dean, this is Sam and we’ll be your customers today. Can you get us some waters maybe?”

Dean didn’t usually turn on the charm unless he wanted something, so when I looked up to see what it was I found himself staring into a pair of big, full, breasts, and up into a beautifully symmetric face with big dark eyes and thick lashes. No wonder Dean was drooling like a wolf. Even walking away, this woman was stunning!

Glancing towards my brother I realized Dean was thinking the same thing. Unbelievable. Every time.

“What are you doing?” I asked.

“What?”

“Can you NOT try to bang every female around every case we get?”

“Hey, I’m not doing anything. I’m tired. You got me up at asscrack early this morning. I’m hungry and she’s pretty. I’m just being nice.”

“Whatever dude,” I sighed and picked up the menu.

What can I do to outshine dickhead over here, I wondered to myself. For fuck’s sake, I shouldn’t have to compete with my own brother everytime there’s a female anywhere.

She returned with their water and took our orders like a professional. When she took our menus though, her fingers touched mine. I subtly moved my thumb across hers as she took the menu from my hand and it was like Dean disappeared entirely. She gave me a red, white and beautiful smile and turned away, the hips swinging again.

“Sammy! Earth to Samuel!” Dean was snapping his fingers in front of my face.

“What!?”

“Don’t break your neck or anything, jeez bro! Could you be less subtle?”

“Oh this is coming from you,” I retorted, “If you were any less subtle you’d be yelling ‘ah-ooga’ as your eyes popped out of your head like a cartoon character!”

Dean raised his eyebrows and shrugged, conceding. Exactly.

When she returned with our food, I made a point of staring out the window again. I wasn’t gonna be the stalky one. No woman is worth my dignity.

When I looked back, Dean had seemingly been hypnotized by her, admittedly mesmerizing, cleavage.

“AHEM,” I smiled at Lisa, who knew what she was doing. He’d been caught, all 3 of us knew it, and it was great seeing him so embarrassed.

“Well. This looks good enough to eat. Thank you Lisa,” Dean used her name to try and redeem himself. I knew better. He wondered he was playing with her, but this woman was playing with him.

“You’re very welcome,” she purred; looked at me before walking away. She was a natural beauty. Clear skin, thick auburn hair I wanted to get my hands into. I wanted to wrap that long hair around my hand, pull her head back and lick her cleavage, feel her skin on my tongue. I could feel a response from my dick as I pictured biting her neck up to her jaw, just below her ear, wondering what her moan would sound like…

I took a sip of water and decided to plow into my meal instead. The morning’s activities had made us both hungry and we ate in relative silence, mostly chewing and watching Lisa move around the diner. How can I get her attention without Troglodyte butting in? I tried to think about the next steps in our case instead but it was difficult.

Dean went to the bathroom for a few and since I no longer saw Lisa, I flagged down another server and asked for a couple pieces of pie. Maybe a bloated Dean would be a less amorous Dean and I could finally get in somewhere.

When Lisa brought our desserts, I had to make a major effort to control myself and keep from acting on my impulses. She set them down, bending over just a bit more than necessary. I saw her pulse throb in the graceful curve of her neck and suddenly wanted to shove everything off the table with one arm, grab her around her shapely little waist with the other and fuck her right there on the table in front of the whole restaurant. I clenched my jaw and looked her in the eye as she stood up, wondering if I could send her that picture telepathically. God, the things I would do to that perfect body.

Maybe it worked, I don’t know, but she walked away a little slower, a little less smoothly. I’ll definitely shake you, to the core if you let me. I felt an ache begin within me. I really wanted her.

I didn’t know when I’d get the chance again, but I planned on coming back some time today to ask her out. I just needed to get away from Dean. I tried to think of something to do in this shit town (besides hunt for zombie murderers, etc.) to entertain her but all I could think about was sinking into her warmth. She would be so wet, and I’d bet money she wasn’t a shaver like women all seemed to be nowadays: her patch of fluff down there would be soft, silky and the same gorgeous auburn color as her hair. I would run my fingers through it, feel her soft pillow of skin under it, smell her scent-

“Aww, Sammy, just what I always wanted, you shouldn’t have,” Dean had returned from the bathroom.

“Believe it or not, a shot of apple pie looked pretty good to me today,” I said, digging in.

“So what’s on the agenda for this afternoon?” he asked, his mouth full.

“I’m thinking I’d talk to a few of the neighbors, see if they saw anything. I saw a few Nosey Nancy-types while we were out there this morning. We’re gonna need to see what those dumbass kids were talking about in the newspaper last time. Maybe you could track them down.”

I scribbled a note on a company card before we left and put it with the check. All I could do was hope she saw me behind my brother.

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I came back to the hotel room to Dean coming out of the bathroom with a towel on.

“Did you find the kids?” I asked.

“Not all of them. Three outta four ain’t bad. They remembered things about the mom disappearing and the moving people acting weird. It’s possible we’ve got something different. Is an invisible chupacabra a real thing?” He grabbed my towel from the other hook, ruffled his hair with it and threw it on the bathroom floor. Jerk. I looked at my notebook as he got dressed.

“Not that I’ve read about, but there’s a first time for everything. What are you doing?” I asked him suspiciously as he squirted gel into his hand.

“I’m building a boat dumbass, what’s it look like?”

“It looks like you’re getting ready to go out. Where you going?” He better not…

“What’s with all the questions? I’ve got a date.”

“That’s what I thought. We have shit to do, you can’t just be out all night to get your rocks off again when we’ve got an unknown this time!”

“Well the unknown will still be there tomorrow. Lisa may not be.”

I knew it. I goddamn KNEW it. EVERY time!

“Wait, Lisa the waitress from lunch? Jeez you’re unbelievable.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” he retorted, “I didn’t see your name written on her. Besides, she’s not even your type!”

“Ohh, according to you, because anything with a vagina is your type.”

Someone knocked on the door.

“What the crap!? Shit it’s 6 already!”

“Did you invite her here?!” He invited her HERE.

“Sort-of. I was supposed to meet her in the lobby. Dude, move!”

I dodged out of the way of his frantic search for his other shoe. “Don’t even act like I made you late! You and your longass showers.”

He struck a pose and yanked the door open, trying hard to not pant like he’d just been running around in circles. For fuck sake. I rolled my eyes and sat on the bed.

“Hey beautiful!”

“Hey yourself. You guys ok?” I saw Lisa trying to crane her head around Dumbass the Door.

“Oh yeah, we’re cool. No problem.”

“Sam, I got your note. Thank you for that. And yes, I’d love to go on a date with you sometime!” Huh. That was bold. What’s she doing?

Dean turned and glared at me. He wasn’t showing her, but I knew how pissed he really was. He wasn’t used to having any competition from the likes of his little brother. “Really? Well shit. Not tonight you won’t.”

“Well, now that’s not really up to you, now is it?” She looked at Dean and raised an eyebrow. Oh Holy Chuck, I think I’m in love.

She stepped past him and let Dean show her to the only chair in the room.

“So what did you want to do tonight?” Dean asked her.

“Let’s just get to know each other first, shall we? Mr. Winchester.”

Shit! How does she know who we are? I knew it was too good to be true! She’s a fucking demon or something, perfect. I had my gun out and cocked almost instantaneously. Dean’s gun was wherever he left it before his shower so he brandished the demon knife. We knew the drill.

“Woah! I’m not gonna attack you!” She put her hands up in front of her.

“How do you know us?” I asked her, waiting for a move. Any move. Why can not they pick ugly people to possess so I don’t feel horny before killing them? Just another little jab.

“Well your super-incognito personas aren’t the greatest disguises in the world, for one. Maybe next time pick name’s from a band no one’s ever heard of, like Devola or something.”

I let him pick the aliases ONE time. I shook my head.

“Shut up, it’s a tribute!” said Dean. Brilliant. I’m sure we’ll receive a thank you note from the Crazy Diamonds Fan Club any day now.

“Two, once I remembered some of the stories my mom has told me about hunters, Bobby Singer, the Winchesters, I figured it out. My Great Aunt Zelda, on my dad’s side, is Bobby Singer’s Aunt. I think on his mother’s side.”

“Huh. Small world,” Dean said, putting his knife away.

“So have you hunted before?” I asked, putting my gun away. Obviously not a demon then.

“No, I’ve never seen anything like what I’ve been told you guys deal with. I mean, I know there’s some serious shit out there, but I’m happy I’ve ever actually seen anything.”

“Well good. Try to keep it that way,” said Dean. “Maybe we should get out of here,” he looked at me. I was nodding already. “If she knows who we are, there’s a good chance she’s not the only one around here who does.”

“Maybe. I don’t know. Do you know anyone else who could out us?” I asked her. Those big dark eyes… don’t lie to me, love. You’re too perfect. Please just be a coincidence.

“No, probably not around here at least. I moved here from Maine for college. Then I decided it was a rip-off and quit til I figure out what I want to do with my life.”

“OK then. But I still don’t want to risk getting her involved in anything,” he looked back at me. “The less anyone knows the better.”

I hated to admit it but he was right. Worst case scenario, moot. Best case scenario, she’s nobody and we get her killed by association with us.

“I’ll just show you out then,” I said as I got up. I could at least learn her last name on the way to her car.

“Whoa there Speed Racer, I got this. You just relax or whatever.” Dean waved at me like I was a bug or something.

“It’s alright, I don’t mind.” How about fuck you, bro?

“I was gonna take her out. The least I can do is get her to her car in one piece.” He put his hand on her back and started guiding her toward the door. Dammit I’m going to look like a total psycho asshole if I try and get in on it from all the way over here. Shit. I gotta learn to maneuver like him. It’s like it’s not even a conscious effort for him anymore.

“You couldn’t even meet her in the lobby on time,” I sent a last parting shot at him. In fact…

“Guys, uhh, hey, I’m flattered, but there’s no need to argue….. You can both have me.”

Wait, what? That stopped us both in our tracks. I sat back on the bed. Did she just say what I wondered she said? I glanced at Dean. He was blushing. Blushing! She definitely said what I wondered she said.

“What did you have in mind when you left me your number?” she asked me, taking off her coat and putting it on the chair. She stood in the middle of the room, one hand on a hip, the other in a jeans pocket. Those curvy, perfect hips. I wanted to grab them, slide down to her ass, hoist her up and fuck her against the wall right now.

“Well, I saw an aquarium on the way here I thought might be fun to see. But whatever you’d want to do.” Lame. Nothing says romance like fish.

“And you?” She asked Dean.

“Well, like I said, I was leaving that up to you since we’re not really familiar with the area,” he replied. He all the time sounds so nonchalant. Probably doesn’t even know what nonchalant means.

She stepped between us. “Ah. OK so if it’s up to me, then… you wouldn’t mind if I kissed you?”

“What? Uhh, no of course I wouldn’t mind.” I wouldn’t mind either. Helloooo? I really don’t get what’s happening here.

She reached up and touched his face. He lifted her chin with one hand and kissed her gently. I just felt flat. Figures. Right in front of me too. Whatever. I looked down for my shoes.

In my disappointment I hadn’t noticed she’d backed up with him. I looked up and her perfect ass was right in my face. Her right hand felt around until she found my head and combed through my hair. I closed my eyes and relished her touch, her nails goose prickling my skin as she traced my jawline and trailed down to my trap muscle. She scratched at my arm so I lifted my hand and let her put it on her tiny waist.

She… wants a threesome. This gorgeous woman wants me. And my brother, but she wants me. Hell yeah! My elation and surprise at the turn of events, combined with my enthusiasm to feel this woman overwhelmed me and I stood up, wrapping both hands almost completely around her waist. I wanted to lift her and take her away all to myself but she was still kissing Dean.

I took a deep breath in her shiny hair, breathed in her smell and ran my nose along her neck to her earlobe. She let me slide my hands under her shirt, up to her bra. I could feel an underwire supporting full breasts; no padding. I kneaded her breasts, lifted them and ran my fingers over her cleavage, enjoying her soft, smooth skin. She ‘mmmmm’ed softly and moved her head so her ear brushed over my mouth.

Going slowly, I nibbled her earlobe and the sensitive spot just behind it, going down her neck. Her skin was vaguely salty with a flowery taste under my tongue. Maybe some sort of body wash. It was pleasant and unique, she tasted…special. I bet her vaj tastes even better. I wanted to lick her in her warmest place, picturing as I played with her breasts how she would react. My hand fit almost fully around her neck, only leaving a few inches between my thumb and fingers at the back. I bit the side of her neck gently, brushing my teeth over her skin, feeling the tiny hairs prickle up in goosebumps as she trembled.

Lisa moaned and pushed toward me, pulling her top off. Her long silky auburn hair flowed back down over her shoulders as she tossed her shirt away, revealing a dark blue bra around a flawless back. I wanted to feel every inch of her, inside and out. My hands were on her breasts, around her waist up to her shoulders, wrapped in her hair, drawing patterns in her skin.

Dean’s hands came around and unhooked her bra; she tossed it away. I wanted to get my hands on her naked breasts but Dean was already there. She grabbed my hands and pushed them to her jeans. Even better.

It took a second to find out the button fly from behind, but one pull and it came aside easier than a zipper. I felt heat and silky fur between her hip bones; her firm ass moved against my hard-on, teasing me. She arched back a little so I held her steady with one hand around her waist and the other delving deeper into her underwear. Wriggling my hand down into her tight jeans, I finally used my other to just pull her jeans lower to make it easier.

She had a gorgeous ass. Round, a few dimples, very cute, very smackable. She looked in shape with clothes on, and even more shapely with them off. I kissed the top of her crack, licking and sucking around each cheek while just brushing the top of her clit. Her body was so responsive, so easy to enjoy, it was almost too much. I bit down harder on the fullest part of her ass, sucked hard to leave my mark. Her jeans restricted her from standing wider but she strained to give me more space between her legs. I pushed her underwear apart and found her vulva with my middle finger; she was so wet it almost felt like I wasn’t touching anything, like chinchilla fur or the softest goose down. But the sweet, familiar warmth of an aroused woman made my dick ache for her.

“Aahh. Easy there, doesn’t take much for me,” I heard Dean say huskily.

“Shut up man. I only wanna hear her,” I spoke into the small of her back as I decided to take it up a notch: I shoved my middle finger as deep into her as I could, given the angle.

She moaned loudly and moved her hips to the rhythm of my palm against her mons. I pushed my finger in and out and rubbed the little ridges inside. She sighed and leaned back on me and I found I was holding most of her weight myself.

“Put her down Sam, before she falls down,” Dean cleared his throat.

I’ll fuck her right on the floor if she does, I don’t think I can wait any more. Hell, I don’t know if she can wait any more. Happy to oblige, m’lady. I scooped her up under her knees and swung around towards the bed. Looking down at her, she brought a hand up to my face and ran a finger across the stubble on my jaw. She looked into my eyes, used her other hand around my neck to pull herself up for a kiss.

Her big brown eyes closed, her soft lips touched mine and I felt her touching the corners of my mouth as I tasted her. She was minty and enthusiastic. She sighed and my soul melted. The world melted away. It was just her and me, carrying her away to safety. Her tongue gave way to mine, letting me fuck her mouth with my tongue, forceful, pushing into her. Her lips were sealed to mine, like we were made for each other, like puzzle pieces. I felt her wiggling a little bit but she stayed focused on me, one hand in my hair, the other moving over my traps, my chest, my jawline.

I laid her on the bed as Dean tossed her pants and underwear away.

Beautiful. She lay on the bed, breathing hard, waiting. Just boots. GodDAMN sexy. I’m going to eat you alive. I need to feel her. My brain was going a million miles a minute.

“I want you both,” I said to them, “I don’t want to have to choose, you both turn me on.”

It smelled like pheromones and desire in the room. I glanced at my brother. Has he ever done this before? Is this really going to happen?

“I want you both to feel good,” she said from the bed. Her dark eyes sparkled as she looked back and forth between us.

Dean strode forward, “Ladies first, turn around.” I was slightly relieved he was taking charge, slightly miffed that I couldn’t just have Lisa to myself.

He grabbed the heels of her boots and turned her around so her head was on my end and he had her bottom half. He pulled his jeans lower so I knelt down and grabbed her under the shoulders, pulled her closer to my end of the bed.

I pulled my shirt over my head and she…stopped. She reached up and touched my chest, trailed her hands down my arms, my stomach, the lines just inside my hips. I flexed my chest a little, slouched some so my stomach hardened. Her mouth parted and she looked like the definition of longing. She’s… enjoying me. I gazed down her body. Well thank you for letting me enjoy you, I wondered. She’s… amazing. I stroked my fingers through her hair and held her head for her so it wasn’t hanging off the bed at such an uncomfortable angle.