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Part 1

Private Sub DeanWinchester_CatHerder()

Sammy.RunWorkerAsync()

NotSam.RunWorkerAsync()

End Sub

Private Sub Sammy_DoWork(ByVal sender As Object, _

ByVal e As DoWorkEventArgs) Handles Sammy.DoWork

Dim HotSex As BackgroundWorker = CType(sender, BackgroundWorker)

e.Result = DeanGetsOff

End Sub

Private Sub NotSam_DoWork(ByVal sender As Object, _

ByVal e As DoWorkEventArgs) Handles NotSam.DoWork

Dim HotSex As BackgroundWorker = CType(sender, BackgroundWorker)

e.Result = DeanGetsOff

End Sub

They're bristling at each other, staring each other down with narrow suspicion over Dean's chest. Dean wonders if switching states three times during Sam's kindergarten year means that he managed to miss every single lecture on the wonders of sharing. That would explain a lot, now that Dean thinks about it.

"Look, nobody has to do this, okay?" he says quietly, a hand around each instance of the back of Sam's neck.

Sam looks mulish. "So if I get out of this bed, you aren't going to fuck him again, is that what you're telling me?"

Dean fidgets uncomfortably. "You, uh, want me to lie to you or tell you the truth?"

"Yeah, that's what I thought," Sam says, and his hand is suddenly in a place that God probably didn't mean little brothers' hands to go. Dean gives an involuntary yelp. Not!Sam shoots Sam an evil look and bends down to latch his mouth onto that place on Dean's neck that makes him purr like a happy jaguar.

"I'm gonna make you make that noise for me," Sam breathes into Dean's ear, his hand starting a slow, dirty slide up and down. "Dean. I'm gonna fuck you so deep and so –"

"Hey, Gigantor, I am not bottoming for you and that rocket launcher of yours," Dean says, feeling that this is an issue that needs to be clarified as soon as possible.

"How about mine?" Not!Sam whispers from his other side. "C'mon, Dean. I can make you love it. I can make you beg."

"Nobody in this bed is fucking my brother before I do," Sam says between his teeth. "I've got dibs."

"I'mma remember that next time you tell me to go fuck myself," Dean tells him, proud of himself for being able to summon a comeback under the dual onslaught of Sam's hand and Not!Sam's mouth.

"Dean," Sam and Not!Sam say in stereo, one in each ear, identical down to the breathy, wheedling tone. Sam glares a little at Not!Sam and reaches up to tilt Dean's head around, licking against Dean's lips with quick, darting strokes before pushing his tongue right into Dean's mouth like he owns it. He tastes like beer and Ho-Hos. Not!Sam smells like the Impala. Dean is seriously giving thought to the idea that he has actually died and gone somewhere way better than he ever expected to end up, especially after making the discovery that kissing his brother – his real brother, no offense to the Samdroid – is the hottest fucking thing Dean has ever done in his life.

Okay, especially the part where Sam has him shoved back into Not!Sam's arms and is kissing him like the secret to eternal life is somewhere in Dean's mouth and Sam has eight seconds to unearth it with his tongue, and Not!Sam's enormous hand is wrapped around both their cocks, jacking them off slowly. Because damn, there is more muscle in this bed than a car show in the deep South and every ounce of it is focused on getting Dean Winchester to come so hard he sprains his balls, and Dean thinks he can be forgiven for finding that a hell of a turn-on. "Hey," he gasps. "Lube in the nightstand."

Sam makes a frantic, broken sound into Dean's mouth that's echoed from behind him. "God," Sam says. "Fuck, Dean, are you going to let me –"

" – let us –"

"I said no, dudes," Dean says, thwapping Sam on the nose. He's rewarded with an indignant glare that's really kind of ludicrous given their current situation. "Doesn't mean, you know, I'd be averse to watching you do each other."

Life, Dean thinks, really ought to come with its own sound effects, because this is right about where the needle-zipping-off-the-record sound goes. Not!Sam peers dubiously over Dean's shoulder at his solid handful of Winchester dick. Sam peers dubiously down and then sneaks a glance past Dean's hip.

"Or," Dean says, elaborately casually. "I could do both of you."

His ego is a little glad to see that the Sams don't look any too reassured. His libido, on the other hand, is kind of disappointed.

"You know," Sam says finally, trying hard to sound like a man who can afford to be magnanimous, "it's been kind of a weird day. Maybe we can work up to the anal thing."

"Sure we can," Dean soothes, running his thumb over Sam's lower lip and then reaching back to stroke Not!Sam's hair. "Just. I wanna watch the two of you together. That'd be seriously fucking hot."

Sam and Not!Sam eye each other warily over Dean's shoulder. Clearly the whole issue of who ought to be alpha Sam here has not been fully resolved. Dean feels that it is his duty as older brother to referee that contest if it involves orgasms. He's about to put forth that opinion when Not!Sam lets go of his fistful of dick for a fistful of Sam's hair and yanks him forward, their mouths meeting with a force that makes them both snarl a little.

"God damn that's what I'm talkin' about," Dean says faintly. He wriggles out from between them, rests a hand on the back of Sam's neck, and watches them take each other apart with kisses that are more teeth than tongue and hands that press too close over spots Dad taught them to find. Dean slips his hand down between them and they let out identical low whines, grinding against him and each other, hair sticking to faces in a tangled, sweat-soaked mess.

"Fuckin' beautiful," he breathes, not even really meant for the otherwise-occupied Sams to hear.

Not!Sam wrestles free of Sam long enough to smirk at Dean. "You could keep calling me 'baby'. I like that," he says, because even as a mandroid Sam is a competitive little Dean's-attention-whoring bitch with a knack for landing Dean in ball-frying hot water. The real Sam shoots Dean a look of pure pissy betrayal.

Dean takes care of that look with a wrist twist that makes both Sams groan, more or less in unison, which is getting a little creepy but creepy in the really really good way. Sam grabs Dean's wrist and does a neat, hard twist of his own that brings Dean right back in between them, and suddenly Sam and Not!Sam are working with each other instead of against each other and there are more hands on Dean than he's really used to, stroking every sensitive spot he has and a few he didn't know about.

"Did you suck him off?" Sam whispers, hot in Dean's ear.

"Hell, yeah," Dean gasps, lacing his fingers into Not!Sam's hair and nudging him downward.

"So it looks like I'm a blowjob down, here," Sam says. "Gonna fix that, Dean?"

"Get your ass up here," Dean orders, his voice trailing off into a groan as Not!Sam swallows his cock. Sam laughs, low and throaty, and shifts up on the bed.

He doesn't taste quite like Not!Sam. Dean can't decide whether that's strange or as it should be. He doesn't react the same way, either; Not!Sam moves slow and sinuous against Dean's mouth like he's going to make it last come hell or high water, but Sam tenses and shakes like he's trying hard not to thrust, makes small strangled noises like this is the hottest damn thing he's ever done or borne witness to and if he lets anything loose at all he's going to come so hard his head will explode. Dean smirks a little and wraps his legs around Not!Sam's shoulders, wraps his hands around Sam's hips, and doesn't have to push the moans that make Sam throw his head back and keen, fingers scrambling for purchase in Dean's too-short-to-grip hair.

"Dammit, will you – grow – your hair –" Sam chokes out.

"Mrph," Dean says, meaning You don't wanna get me started on that lecture right now, Sammy. Except that maybe Sam actually does, because the vibrations make him groan and dig his fingers hard into Dean's shoulder, and one more hard suck and Sam's coming down Dean's throat. Dean would be honor-bound to rag on him about his lack of stamina if it weren't for that ball-licking thing Not!Sam does again and Dean's following right after him, jerking his mouth off Sam's dick to pant wetly against his hipbone while Not!Sam quits with the suction and dials it down to slow licks.

"God," Sam gasps.

"Yeah," Dean mutters.

"Hey," says Not!Sam, plaintively.

Dean smacks Sam on the ass. "Get down there and earn your keep, Sammy."

Sam lifts an eyebrow at Dean. It looks like it takes some effort. "You gonna watch?"

"Man, I'm gonna take pictures. Where's my phone?"

"Jerk," Sam mutters, but slithers down the bed to suck Not!Sam's dick into his mouth with an enthusiasm that Dean is damn glad to see.

Turns out that Dean's phone has video too. He's damn glad he finds it before Not!Sam snaps his hips upward and comes with a sharp, breathless cry, hands laced carefully into Sam's hair.

Thread.Sleep()

"Hey," Not!Sam whispers against Dean's mouth, sometime in the dead of night. "I have to leave."

Dean blinks awake and tilts his chin up to drop a light kiss against Not!Sam's mouth. "Yeah, okay," he says, regretful and not bothering to hide it.

"I wish I could stay."

On Dean's other side, Sam shifts, resting his chin against Dean's shoulder. "Thanks," he says to Not!Sam, still careful but too sleepy to bear a grudge. "This is a lot better than denial."

Not!Sam smiles at him, Sam's quick, bright smile. "Be sure you remember that in the morning instead of freaking out."

Freaking out, yeah. That's still on Dean's to-do list. After morning rolls around and he's had coffee and pancakes, maybe. Mmm, pancakes.

Not!Sam leans over and kisses Sam, slow and deliberate with a whole lot of tongue, and Dean might not be awake but his dick sure as hell is now.

"No freaking out," Sam breathes against Not!Sam's lips. "This is… this is right."

Not!Sam bends down and kisses Dean with a mouth that still tastes like his brother. "Quit fetishizing the aliens," he orders softly, his mouth quirking in a smile against Dean's lips.

"Tell 'em to quit sending me hot mandroids, then," Dean mutters drowsily. "'M never gonna look at a toaster oven the same way again."

Snickering quietly, Not!Sam pulls away. "Go back to sleep," he whispers, and Dean does.

Return MatingForLifeIsTotallyNaturalOkay = True

End Function

In the morning Sam is still curled against him, or maybe "wound around him like a really aggressive species of kudzu" is more appropriate, and Dean decides that he's not going to be in the mood to freak out until he's had him some pancakes.

Or, you know, morning sex. Whichever.

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I'm sorry, I think my head just fell off. Pass it back here if it happens to roll your way, yeah?

HOT. HOT HOT HOT I THINK I LOVE YOU HAVE I MENTIONED THE HOT? Jesus Verbing Christ, woman. *standing ovation*

I so love that icon. It's true, I was thinking of pornography!

Glad you liked it. Thanks!

You are a goddess.

Hee, thanks!

holy fuck. i don't even watch the show, and my brain is ash on the floor.

Thanks! It's always kind of hard for me to get into fics about things I haven't seen or read, so I'm glad you liked this one.

it helps that friends have shown me photos and wee little video clips of those two incredibly hot actors. and i was glad that you kept reminding me which was shorter and which taller, because then i could picture it all far more easily. but yeah, never seen the show, the porn still worked.

That? Was a sexy sundae topped with awesome sauce. Mille grazie.

Hee, icon love! Glad you liked it - thanks!

This was awesome times ten to the power of 2 plus INFINITY.

WOW. JUST. I CANNOT EVEN. Dean was perfect and Sam's Bitch Aura and Not!Sam!! So amazing.

Thank you! I'm glad you liked it.

HOT; GOTO HOT

Hee, this is the Post of Great Icons or something.

Thanks! Glad you liked it.

Bloody fantastic, woman, still torn between giggling and transforming into goo here.

Also: instead of the usual reassuring thump-thump, thump-thump under his hand Sam's pulse is going thump, thump, thump in a slow rhythm that's more reminiscent of his girl's engine
For a moment there, I thought the Impala had somehow taken over Sam’s body in order to consummate the long standing Dean/ Impala love and pictured “safe but pissed-off” Sam, standing in the parking lot, contemplating life as a automobile and smelling of gasoline.

A propos of smell:
he smells like coffee and Dean's shampoo and a little like the Impala
This combination of three different smells reminded me of love potions in HBP and made me wonder, of what exactly Amortensia would smell to the Winchesters?

For a moment there, I thought the Impala had somehow taken over Sam’s body in order to consummate the long standing Dean/ Impala love and pictured “safe but pissed-off” Sam, standing in the parking lot, contemplating life as a automobile and smelling of gasoline.

THERE ARE FICS LIKE THAT. You can guess how great and t00by my embarrassing love for them is.

And huh, that's a good question. Probably gunpowder would be involved. And leather. And Sam's would originally smell like gardenias and whitewash or something until he realizes his True Place in the World and the smell of gardenias starts making him kind of sick.

Glad you liked it - thanks!

THERE ARE FICS LIKE THAT. You can guess how great and t00by my embarrassing love for them is.
Any recommendations, by chance? *perks up*

Heehee gardenias and whitewash for Sam is brillant. But I just noticed that whereas it's easy to come up with several ingredients for Dean (gundpowder, leather, Impala, girls in general, maybe well done junk food), it's difficult with Sam. Over here, they've only just started to air the second season, so I am way behind in his development, but what does he really love? His purported aim of "normalcy" and white picket fences always sounded theoretical to me, not real. *ponders*

Here's (http://www.rivkat.com/cms/index.php?set=fiction&category=supernatural) the Night Moves series. This one (http://ze-pink-lady.livejournal.com/114761.html) is life-scarring and therapy-inducing in the omfcracktastic way because Impala!Sam keeps wanting to call Dean "Daddy." Here's (http://mutelorelei.livejournal.com/97489.html) a fic list with a whole section on Sex Involving The Impala. I, um, don't know how many of these I'd actually call recs, but they're invariably fun to read, anyway.

And yeah, I'm not sure either what's up with Sam and the normal thing. I wonder how well he would have done in that life.

A basket full of thank yous!!!

OH GOD SO HOT AMAZING AMAZING.

Hee, thanks! Glad you liked it.

OK, so that made my morning :)

Thanks! Glad to hear it.

OH MY GOD THERE ARE NO WORDS.

Geeky mandroid porns FTW. I think my head asploded.

Hee, thanks. Glad you liked it!

Oh man. That was awesome.

Without a word of a lie, I was thinking yesterday afternoon about how much I love your writing - remembering certain scenes in a safe house and wards and sigils and such; and then today there was a NEW STORY by you, and it makes me so, so happy.

Thanks! I know I've been out of the game for a while, so that's nice of you to say.

Laughing and smoke billowing out of my ears. Awesome!

Hee, thanks. Glad you liked it.

Wow. That was ridiculously hot and geeky and poor Not!Sam thinking that these boys are normal was the cutest thing I've read in quite some time. I don't watch this show, but I'm not sure that I need to with fic as good as this.

Did I mention the geeky hotness? Because, seriously, HOT.

Thanks! It's a fun show - you should give it a shot.

Sheer awesomeness.

"Man, I'm gonna take pictures. Where's my phone?"

Thank you!

Oh man that was awesome. I remember just enough of my java lessons to slightly comprehend the code, which added even more awesomeness to the fic. I love how real Dean was and the Sam vs Not!Sam interactions :D

Thanks! I was hoping the code wouldn't go to waste.

Holy shit, that was awesome. I'm about as far from a Supernatural fan as you can get, but I loved this. Dean's voice was fantastic, and the Not!Sam was a total sweetheart, and the entire thing was, yeah, creepy in the really really good sense, as I think Dean said. Sam walking in at just the wrong time was pretty much the highlight for me; I started giggling like a huge dork and had to go get myself a cup of tea.

And I didn't get much of the coding, but it was kind of hysterical anyway.

Thanks! I'm glad you liked it.

Man, tea sounds good.

OMG you wrote in my favorite fandom?!?! You have no idea how much I love this... seriously threesome with a doubled Winchester mmm delicious! And you have Sam down-pat with the bitch!aura lol

Great fic, its so awesome to see some of your writing again... the HP fandom will always have a special place in my heart and I occasionally even go find something to read, but really your fic is the only HP WIP I still follow. To find you wrote SPN fic... amazing! lol Ok so I'll stop blathering now, this is what comments at 2:00 in the morning look like :oD

Thanks! I'm glad you enjoyed it. It's nice to actually post something again.

You are so fucking amazing. *__*

Thank you!

hi! i can't believe i didn't know you were writing spn. woot! problem though, i can't seem to find the first part of this on your fic journal. is it somewhere else?

No, it's right here (http://community.livejournal.com/mirabellafic/8673.html). Sorry, I always remember to put in links to subsequent parts but never remember to link to previous parts.

OMG! What a brilliant idea with such hot results! You really nailed their personalities. Dean is so Dean and Sam so Sam. And yay for the Not!Sam for showing them the pleasures of Wincest. Excellent writing. Thank you!

You're welcome, and thanks!

This was so hot. And I love the details of how Dean knows the differences between Sam and Not!Sam. When I wasn't melting into a puddle of fangirl goo from the hotness, I was grinning over Dean's descriptions of the many bitchfaces of Sam.

Great story. :D

(If the Others ever make Not!Sam so that fangirls can have 'em, let me know LOL)

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