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She looked like she had just walked out of a porno: tight skirt with a shirt that cut deep, although she acted shy as if she didn't know the effect she had.

And those tits... those huge tits...

Fuck.

When was the last time he had gotten laid? Felt too long.

It wasn't like he could just pick up some hot twenty-something like the used to, he was over 40 now.

And it wasn't that he couldn't get up - well, there was this one night but it didn't matter! - just girls now didn't like the idea of more experienced men.

They always went to the young guys, the green ones.

Her brown eyes met with his again, and Dean just knew that if she let him take her to bed he would work all of that frustrations out of her and spoil her of any other man, just because he could.

Dean glanced at Sam, expecting to be on his phone or staring off into the distance, but no. His brother's gaze was laser-focused on her tight little skirt, and he was just as hungry as Dean.

Dammit.

He slapped Sam's arm with a hand as he put his glass down.

"She's been eyeing you for a while," he told him. "You should give it a shot."

His brother nearly gasped, eyes widening.

"Dean! She looks, like... 18!"

Dean scoffed at his deflection.

If only.

"At least 22," he corrected him. "You can ask for an ID if you want to, I bet she'd give you one."

She looked too nervous to try to have a fake ID.

Sam moved hesitantly.

"I don't know, Dean," he mumbled. "I think she was looking at you."

He shook his head.

"Give it a shot," he insisted. "And, hey, maybe she will want us both."

Dean chuckled at his own joke, but his brain quickly caught up with it.

"Like that little redhead back in Wyoming," he licked his lip.

That was a memorable night.

Sam chuckled, flustering.

"God, that had to be... what?" he looked at him. "Twelve years ago."

Dean just nodded.

"Fun night, wasn't it?" he asked.

His brother just chuckled, and Dean slapped his arm again.

"Do it," he insisted. "Before she finds someone else."

That was enough to make him move, at last.

Dean sat back, watching as his little brother walked up to the girl, looking a little awkward as he did.

How he had managed to get women, Dean never understood.

The girl turned to him with a large smile, puffing out her chest to show off to Sam, and he had to hold back a shake of his head.

She was fucking eager, wasn't she?

He couldn't hear them for a moment, but he knew two things - Sam was being awkward, and she was giggling very much, tossing her hair out to show him her tits, cocking her hip to show off her curves.

She pointed behind herself, to where Dean had seen her friend leave her and grinned largely, shaking her head, saying something that made Sam smirk too.

He couldn't help himself, walking a little closer while she looked away, and it was enough that he could pick up on what they were saying.

"That's not good," Sam hummed a little.

"I mean, you're here now," she giggled.

"Well..." his brother purred. "You could come to sit with me and my brother. And maybe we can talk a little?"

Her eyes darted up, and the moment she saw Dean, her flushed cheeks got even redder.

"Talk?" she asked, innocently.

Sam chuckled and Dean smirked.

"Maybe more, if you want to."

She looked at Sam again and then at Dean.

"What do you mean?" she asked innocently.

His brother slapped his arm as if telling him to play it cool.

"We just find you very interesting," his brother shrugged.

"And very beautiful," Dean added.

She looked at Dean again.

"We will talk, then?" she asked him.

He simply nodded, humming, amused.

It was a little game for her, he could see. She was already looking like she wanted to follow them anywhere they called her.

Little prey.

"Yeah," he confirmed softly.

They walked down to their table again, and she sat on the chair closest to the wall.

"So," Dean looked at her. "How old are you?"

The girl looked at him, seeming surprised by the question.

"24," she told him.

He hummed a little. Good, good.

"Is that important?" she leaned a little closer to him, smirking, almost serving her tits on the table. "I thought we were talking."

He didn't phase.

"You look a little young," he noted. "Had to make sure you weren't being a little tease."

She just shook her head, looking amused, and Sam got her attention back to him.

"What is your name?" he asked, tapping his beer. "I don't think I remembered to ask."

She sipped her drink - wine, Dean supposed.

"Helen," she told them, at least. "But you can call me Lily. Or Hela."

Sam chuckled.

"Why would anyone call you the goddess of hell?" he asked her.

The girl shrugged, amused.

"Cheat on me and you'll see."

Dean shook his head. Feisty.

"Lilies are my favourite flower," he noted. "They smell wonderful."

Lily raised her chin.

"What do you think," she cockled her head. "Do I smell wonderful?"

Dean leaned onto her, taking the invitation, inhaling the sweet perfume on her neck, and kissed her skin, making her breath in deep.

"You do," he agreed with a purr, lingering before moving away.

She moved, and he could see her cheeks flushing right when Sam moved by her side, his arm out of his view.

"So," she cleared her throat, all red on her face. "Do you two just casually talk to young girls all along at a bar?"

He chuckled.

"Well, you're not wrong," he looked at his brother, who was watching her face. "You see, little flower, Sammy and I... we don't mind sharing."

She licked her lips, relaxing some more on her chair.

"Sharing?" she asked, sultry voice soft.

Dean hummed positively.

"We are used to sharing stuff," he shrugged. "We're brothers, you know? Especially when we see a girl we both really like."

Sam leaned a little closer to her, speaking near her ear.

"Can I smell you too, little flower?" he asked.

Lily swallowed down, and nodded.

"Yeah," she spoke softly.

His brother leaned in and ran his nose over her neck, sniffing her.

"Why don't you tell her what you first saw, Sammy?" he told him. "For me, it was those tits."

Sam bit her neck, his arm moving discreetly.

What was he doing under there?

"That tiny skirt," he bit her earlobe. "Showing off those meaty thighs, made me want to bury myself between them."

"Is that why you got your hand there?" he asked.

Sam chuckled, and she blushed.

"Push that tablecloth away," he commanded her. "Show Dean where you put my hand."

The little minx complied, sheepish, and Sam's fingers were already rubbing her over her panties under her mini skirt.

"She tugged on my hand herself," his brother told him. "I can feel her panties getting wet already."

Fuck. She had come looking for someone to fuck her, she had to.

Dean leaned over, nipping at her neck and climbing slowly, until he was kissing her lips, and she moaned into his mouth.

Lily gasped and pushed her fingers into his hair, pulling her closer.

Oh, he loved a girl who knew what she wanted.

"Please," she whined in a little whisper when he pulled away a bit.

Dean looked down, finding his brother’s hands making circles and circles over the fabric.

Sam pressed his lips to his ear, though his eyes were focused on the bar, looking for people, making sure no one was watching them.

"Do you want more?" he offered darkly.

"Yes," she moaned softly. "Please."

Dean moved a hand to her face, raising her chin.

"You'll have to be quiet," he told her. "Or we'll be kicked out before we can even start having fun."

She stiffened up, as if trying to keep herself from moving.

Dean looked down, her white - fucking white - panties now with a big wet patch, and he watched as Sam moved his hand a bit to pull her lips apart, so he could focus on her stiff clit.

She squeezed the table, breathing very, very slow.

"I think she is close to cumming, Sammy," he tilted his head.

His brother's lips curled in a smirk.

"Oh, is she now?"

He nodded slowly.

"Look at her cunt," he pointed with his chin. "She has soaked through her panties. The seat will be all messy."

Her face turned very red.

"Such a dirty little minx," Dean purred. "Are you going to cum for us in the middle of this bar?"  

Sam continued to rub her, though a little more focused.

"I think our sweet little flower is going to blossom for us," he hummed.

Dean watched her legs flexing closed and Lily's dazed eyes fluttered shut.

"Cum for us, pretty flower," Dean coached her. "I promise, it'll be just the beginning of what we can give you."

She did, moaning very softly, and he would see Sam practically drooling.

Fuck, Dean wanted to get between her legs and make her cum again right there.

They needed to get somewhere private.

"Come on," he stood up. "Have you paid for your drinks?"

Lily opened her eyes, looking a little soft and lost.

"I... have," she spoke slowly.

Sam took his hand from between her legs and placed a finger on her lips before tilting her chin up, giving her lips a little peck.

"Come with us, sweet flower," he whispered.

Dean adjusted himself, feeling his cock so hard it was practically bursting out of his pants.

She followed him holding her bag close, and he wasn't surprised to see his brother holding her hand as they walked out, guiding her.

"Where are we going?" she asked softly.

Oh, he was too hard to drive to the motel.

"Our car."