Summary: Whose bed have your boots been under?
This is Part Four of my Sam/Dean fanfic series What A Long, Strange Trip It's Been.
Okay, y'all, it gets real slashy from this point on, and if you have a problem with that, well, it's best you don't read it. Gay sex is not everyone's cup of tea. That's okay. More for the rest of us. Oh, and by the way-I own nothing, so any litigious attempts will be snickered at.
Author's Notes: This is installment four of the What A Long, Strange Trip It's Been series. I posted two at the same time, so make sure you read them in order. The Muse has, somehow, inexplicably, been losing interest in this fandom (she's been watching a lot of Charmed since she got fired. I'm getting concerned), and that is how I got away with posting these together, without updating the SSFMM. But she hasn't completely jumped the couch (gawd, I love that phrase), so she still expects that to be completed at some point. And it will be. At some point. I only had a few mibutes with my Gramma Shirlee’s computer before we left for dinner. I’m hoping to update again soon.
( The whole world seemed to be holding its' breath. )