Route 666 rides the rugged eastern seam of Arizona from the Petrified Forest, south, across the Zuni River, through the Apache National Forest, and into the mountain mining towns of Clifton and Morenci. Unlike the straightforward, gentle passage of retired Route 66 ("America's Highway"), U.S. 666, its descendant, is torturous, wild, and as strange as its name. In little more than one hundred miles, the surrounding altitude ranges from twenty-nine hundred feet to more than eleven thousand feet. With some four hundred twisting curves in one sixty-mile stretch, the road has sent more than its share of travelers crashing off cliffs. If, as Nat King Cole sang, drivers get their kicks on Route 66, they take their risks on 666. From U.S. 666: "Beast of a Highway"? by Richard F. Weingroff
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They say that the road to hell is paved with good intentions. Well, Sam's intention was to relieve the obvious stress Dean had been feeling ever since their father called him the day before.
John sounded angry, demanding that the boys leave their current hunt (a first) and immediately join him in El Paso TX. He said that he'd heard some strange things, and that they had alot to discuss. Dean was convinced that somehow John had found out about their new relationship with each other, and wanted to kill them both.
So they dropped everything and left the small Arizona town where they'd been tracking a skinwalker and headed for the meeting with their father. Sam laughed when Dean got on Route 666 in order to cut some time off of their trip.
"OOOO, Route 666!" Sam giggled. "We're going down the Devil's Highway! Oh no, what if we run into a bunch of beasties!" he cracked, trying to lighten Dean's anxious and foul mood.
"Very funny, Sam. This road is only named Route 666 because it's the 6th branch off of Route 66. Quit being stupid," said Dean, annoyed.
"Dean, I'm telling you, you are worried over nothing," Sam spoke softly, lightly rubbing his thumb along Dean's neck. "If Dad really knew anything about us, don't you think he'd have flown here on his own rage just to catch us and kill us faster?" he asked. "He wouldn't demand that we meet him somewhere."
"I don't know Sam. He would if he were trying to calm down before seeing us. Dad is nothing if not calculated and in control. Aw shit, Sam, I don't want to do this," he admitted, leaning his head into Sam's hand.
Sam scooted as close to him as possible, pulling Dean's right arm around his shoulders, pressing himself against his beloved brother.
"What are you doing Sam?" asked Dean.
"Don't worry about it. Just keep your eyes on the road," Sam told him, ghosting the shell of Dean's ear with his tongue. "You taste so good, Dean," Sam whispered huskily against his ear, sucking hungrily on the lobe like he was a newborn kitten on a tit.
Dean shivered and jerked his head a little, causing a slight move of the 'pala's steering wheel. "Sam, maybe...you...should get...back in your seat," Dean rasped transparently, obviously not wanting anything of the sort.
"I don't think so, baby," responded Sam, eyes like dark chocolate, voice velvety and smooth. "I think you need something to relax you." Sam pushed his hand up the front of Dean's shirt, slowly circling his navel, moving up his chest, tracing paths around his nipples.
"Mmmmm, uh Sam, no...." croaked Dean.
"Shhhhh, baby, just let your Sammy take care of you," said Sam, moving his hand to Deans jeans, tugging down the zipper.
Dean's cock, already rock hard, pushed against the opening made by his zipper. Sam began to slowly graze his brother's beautiful dick with his deft fingers, moving up to the head and placing pressure there with his thumb. Dean moaned slightly, shifting a little in the seat to allow Sam more access.
"Do you love me Dean?" asked Sam, setting Dean's dick completely free of its denim cell.
Sighing deeply, Dean choked out the words "God yes, Sammy, you know I love you."
"Do you want me to suck your cock Dean?" Sam asked him, pulling up hard on the head of Dean's shaft.
"Mmmm hmmm," moaned Dean in response.
"Say it then. Tell me what you want me to do to you," ordered Sam.
Barely able to speak due to what Sam was already doing to him, Dean gruffly whispered "I want you to suck my cock Sammy."
"Ok Dean, anything you want, baby," said Sam.
His breathing now ragged, Dean panted "Oh Sam, Sam, Sammy," as soon as Sam bent down, his beautiful mouth encircling his brother's aching, swollen erection. Sam wanted to make sure that Dean was well satisfied and let go of all his anxiety, so he took things slowly at first. Using his tongue, he laved Dean's cockhead over and over, pushing Dean almost to hysteria. He backed off as he felt him push back in his seat and then begin to whimper and beg for Sam to go faster and suck harder.
"Oh Jesus, please don't stop," cried Dean.
"It's ok, I've got you," Sam soothed, ringing Dean's dick with his fingers. "I'll take you there," and he bent to his task once again, taking more of Dean inside his mouth this time.
As the dark desert raced by outside the windows of the Impala, Dean writhed in the seat under Sam's luscious mouth. The harder Sam sucked him off, the faster he drove, already doing over 80 mph. Sam stopped a minute, raising up to look out the windshield.
"Damn, Dean, slow down a little, will you?" he asked, only slightly worried. He knew that Dean was as good behind the wheel as any professional stunt driver.
"I can't Sam, not when you're driving me insane like this....ohhhhhhh God!" he cried out as Sam pulled him in again, working him with more speed.
"Fuck fuck fuck!" Dean railed. "Fuck that feels so fucking good, oh Sam, suck me harder, Christ!"
At this, Sam, who couldn't suck any harder than he was already, began to hum low, deep in his throat. Dean's ass came off the seat, and he momentarily ran the car off the shoulder of the road, jerking it back immediately. Sam continued humming, stronger, bringing Dean to the edge, and then "God dammit Sam, FUCK, yes, oh hell, oh yeah baby, I love you so much..." Dean cried out, swearing and blessing Sam as he came and came in his mouth, Sam milking him dry, swallowing every drop of his brother's seed. After giving Dean a few minutes to rest, Sam tucked him back into his jeans and zipped him up.
Panting heavily and trembling, Dean came down from his orgasm with the most content look Sam had seen on his face in weeks. He put his arm around Sam, and pulled him in for a kiss, searching his mouth with his tongue, tasting himself there. "I'm going to return that favor someday Sammy," he said, flashing a wicked smile at his little brother. Dean continued to stare at Sam as he looked away.
"DEAN! WATCH OUT!!!" Sam screamed at him.
Dean snapped his eyes back on the road in time to see a young woman standing ahead in the middle of the highway. When Dean slammed on the brakes, the Impala went into a 360 degree spin, making the complete turn 4 times before coming to rest at the edge of a steep drop off, the right front tire hanging over the end of the ragged pavement.
Both men sat stock still in their seats, shock defining their faces, fear making their hearts pound inside their chests. They could hear the sound of sliding scree underneath the front of the car where it hung from the edge of the cliff.
"What the fuck?!" yelled Dean. "What in the hell was that stupid bitch doing standing in the middle of the goddamned road?" he barked, turning in the seat to look behind them. As he did so, the steering wheel moved with him slightly, and the Impala slid forward toward the edge a couple of inches.
"Christ Dean! Don't. Fucking. Move!" hollered Sam, now scared shitless.
Dean turned back toward the front, and the car moved another five or so inches, the left tire breaching the end of the blacktop and rolling over the edge. Loud scraping sounded on the undercarriage when it struck the road, and the car slid a good three feet forward, pitching the front of the Impala over nothingness. The car stopped moving when the front edge of the doors came near the drop off.
All still again, the only sound heard in the car was the fearful, ragged breathing of the Winchester brothers.
"Is this it? Is this how we end?" whispered Sam, afraid that the sound of his voice would lead them over the edge, which looked to be at least a 150 foot drop, nearly straight down.
"Uh uh, no fucking way Sam. We are NOT gonna die in a car wreck. We will go out fighting side by side," Dean said with more conviction than he actually felt. He didn't like seeing Sam so afraid, and he wasn't about to add to it no matter how hopeless he happened to feel at that moment.
Taking a deep breath, Dean spoke. "Ok, let's assess the situation."
"We're on top of a fucking mountain about to fall off of it!" panicked Sam at the top of his lungs, causing more scree to fall from under the car.
"Sam, calm down now!" Dean said forcefully. "We are going to get out of this."
"HOW?" asked Sam, incredulous.
"Look," said Dean. "All the gear in the trunk is helping to keep us where we are right now. If we move forward any more, it'll push us on over. Sam, I want you to slowly reach for the glove compartment and get the flashlight."
Sam stared at him wide-eyed. "What, we need light to find our way over the cliff?" he asked, voice shaky, a little humor evident behind the fear.
"No telling what we might need it for," said Dean. Checking his coat pocket for his phone, he asked Sam to make sure he had his as well.
"Yeah, I have my phone," said Sam, carefully reaching into the glove box and retrieving their flashlight.
"Real good Sammy. Now, we need Dad's journal from the back seat. Your arms are longer than mine, and I think you can reach it without having to turn around."
Sam looked doubtful. "C'mon Sam, I know you can do this. We can't leave that journal in this car."
Sam slowly reached back and managed to grab the journal easily.
"That's right Sam, nice and slow," Dean cooed to him. "Ok. Now, we're going to open the doors and get out. I'm going to count to three, and we'll open them at the same time. One, two, three!" The doors to the Impala came open in tandem, both scraping to a stop when they struck asphalt. The car remained in place, much to their amazement.
Pulling the keys from the ignition, Dean said "This is it now, Sam. On three, get out very fast, and get clear of the car. Got it?"
"Got it," Sam said.
"Alright, one, two, three!" and they both bolted out of the Impala, moving quickly away from both the car and the edge of the cliff.
Both boys breathing heavy sighs of relief, they came to the back of the car, simply standing there staring at it.
"I guess we'd better see if we can get anything out of the trunk. I don't want to risk a tow truck driver finding any of our gear," said Dean, carefully placing the key in the trunk lock. He opened the trunk with no effect on the balance of the car, precarious upon its perch though it was. Quickly, they pulled out their duffles and began to clear out their weapons and other belongings that were important.
All at once, the sound of crumbling rock and screeching metal met their ears. Looking up in surprise, the boys watched as Dean's beloved Impala sailed over the edge. They ran to the brink of the cliff in time to see the Impala land nose first on its initial impact, and then continue down the steep cliff face end over end, finally coming to rest upside down.
Dean went to his knees, a sharp rush of air escaping his lungs. Sam was by his side in an instant. "Dean, oh fuck, man, I'm so sorry about the 'pala" he consoled him.
"Sammy, I loved my car, you know that, and this is killing me. I'm just thankful we made it out of there....." his voice trailed off.
"Guess we'd better call someone," Sam said.
Ok, here's C1. Remember, this one is a round robin, so someone else needs to take up where I left off....how's about it gals? Oh, and if the story progression allows for it, I think Hipgnosis should finish it! Cheers everyone, I can't wait to see the outcome of this!
~Supernaturalgrl