A Hot Days night
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Adult ++
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Category:
Supernatural › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
2
Views:
6,160
Reviews:
3
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Supernatural, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
A Hot Days night
Disclaimer: The boys of Supernatural are not owned by me, much as I wish they were, this is purely a work of fun and is not meant as an infringement on any legal red tape.
Warnings: This will be Wincest, which means brothers going at it, if that squicks you then feel free to leave, otherwise I hope you enjoy
Supernatural
A Hot Days Night
Even as he walked into the bar Dean Winchester knew that something was wrong, but that was no surprise, things had a habit of getting way too weird for him. Especially when he got a phone call from Missouri Mosely, and the last contact with her had been a few days ago, but for him and his brother Sam, it felt like yesterday.
They had just finished dealing with an Undine, and were soaked to the bone, although in the back of his mind he thought that the effect had looked good on Sam, especially when the younger of the duo had peeled his shirt off, leaving errant drops of water to trickle teasingly down his lithe form. But they were barely out of the shower when the phone had rung, Sam had been the one to answer it.
“Sammy, honey I know your there, we need to talk baby”
Shock had chased his face as he recognized the voice. “Missouri, whats wrong, has something happened to dad?”
“No baby your daddy is just fine but I have some things that require your attention, now put Dean on will you?”
“Hey Missouri whats up?”
“Dean I know what your thinking, and you behave yourself it aint time for that, now get here quick, you got work to do.”
At that the psychic had hung up, leaving Dean wondering what she had meant, unless it had been about him and Sam, but there was time enough later to figure out that weirdness.
A few days later they were leaving Missouri’s home. She had given them all they needed to know and a letter from John, their father
Boys.
There is something going on in New Orleans, a lot of men about your age have been showing up dead, the common denominator being that they all frequented the same bar, you should go there and find out whats going on, I suspect a Succubus, but something seems off about it. Have Missouri give you the items I left with her for this sort of occasion, I would advise you to go topless, but wear the tightest black Jeans you have, this seems to be part of how this thing chooses her victims, find it and kill it
DAD
It had been just like their father, and the items he spoke of turned out to be leather collars with Tigers eye shells at the middle. Dean looked to his side in time to see Sam arrive, and once again found himself breathless at the sight of his little brother, Sam was wearing a leathe duster, that trailed just above his ankles, and a pair of jeans so tight that Dean found himself wondering if he had anything on under them, with his dress shoes and collar finishing it off, the young hunter looked unusually aggressive, as if fighting and fucking were the same thing to him. It was only when Sam pulled him onto the dance floor, that Dean noticed two things, firstly Dean was wearing a slight touch of eye shadow, just enough to go unnoticed but to bring the mans eyes into startling clarity, and secondly the pairs dancing around them were strictly male, in fact now he thought about it, there were no women anywhere in the club, “Dad got it wrong.” Sam breathed against his ear, the friction causing Dean to get hard straight away. “we aren’t hunting a Succubus, It wouldn’t be able to feed here.”
“Then what is it Sammy”
“I’m guessing an Incubus, after all look around, a woman wouldn’t be able to feed here.”
“Then how do we find our target?”
“Easy, oh and its Sam, not Sammy.”
At that Sam trailed one hand down to Deans groin, before running one finger right up his brothers cock, while his other hand grabbed the back of Deans head pulling the older man into an embrace, so charged that it should have set the club on fire. All Dean could say was “Fuck…..Sam.”
At that another voice cut across the pair, its cultured tones heavy with arousal, “If your going to do that , would you mind if I joined in?” to which the two turned and when the stranger flinched at their collars they answered “Not at all, we want you to.”
Warnings: This will be Wincest, which means brothers going at it, if that squicks you then feel free to leave, otherwise I hope you enjoy
Supernatural
A Hot Days Night
Even as he walked into the bar Dean Winchester knew that something was wrong, but that was no surprise, things had a habit of getting way too weird for him. Especially when he got a phone call from Missouri Mosely, and the last contact with her had been a few days ago, but for him and his brother Sam, it felt like yesterday.
They had just finished dealing with an Undine, and were soaked to the bone, although in the back of his mind he thought that the effect had looked good on Sam, especially when the younger of the duo had peeled his shirt off, leaving errant drops of water to trickle teasingly down his lithe form. But they were barely out of the shower when the phone had rung, Sam had been the one to answer it.
“Sammy, honey I know your there, we need to talk baby”
Shock had chased his face as he recognized the voice. “Missouri, whats wrong, has something happened to dad?”
“No baby your daddy is just fine but I have some things that require your attention, now put Dean on will you?”
“Hey Missouri whats up?”
“Dean I know what your thinking, and you behave yourself it aint time for that, now get here quick, you got work to do.”
At that the psychic had hung up, leaving Dean wondering what she had meant, unless it had been about him and Sam, but there was time enough later to figure out that weirdness.
A few days later they were leaving Missouri’s home. She had given them all they needed to know and a letter from John, their father
Boys.
There is something going on in New Orleans, a lot of men about your age have been showing up dead, the common denominator being that they all frequented the same bar, you should go there and find out whats going on, I suspect a Succubus, but something seems off about it. Have Missouri give you the items I left with her for this sort of occasion, I would advise you to go topless, but wear the tightest black Jeans you have, this seems to be part of how this thing chooses her victims, find it and kill it
DAD
It had been just like their father, and the items he spoke of turned out to be leather collars with Tigers eye shells at the middle. Dean looked to his side in time to see Sam arrive, and once again found himself breathless at the sight of his little brother, Sam was wearing a leathe duster, that trailed just above his ankles, and a pair of jeans so tight that Dean found himself wondering if he had anything on under them, with his dress shoes and collar finishing it off, the young hunter looked unusually aggressive, as if fighting and fucking were the same thing to him. It was only when Sam pulled him onto the dance floor, that Dean noticed two things, firstly Dean was wearing a slight touch of eye shadow, just enough to go unnoticed but to bring the mans eyes into startling clarity, and secondly the pairs dancing around them were strictly male, in fact now he thought about it, there were no women anywhere in the club, “Dad got it wrong.” Sam breathed against his ear, the friction causing Dean to get hard straight away. “we aren’t hunting a Succubus, It wouldn’t be able to feed here.”
“Then what is it Sammy”
“I’m guessing an Incubus, after all look around, a woman wouldn’t be able to feed here.”
“Then how do we find our target?”
“Easy, oh and its Sam, not Sammy.”
At that Sam trailed one hand down to Deans groin, before running one finger right up his brothers cock, while his other hand grabbed the back of Deans head pulling the older man into an embrace, so charged that it should have set the club on fire. All Dean could say was “Fuck…..Sam.”
At that another voice cut across the pair, its cultured tones heavy with arousal, “If your going to do that , would you mind if I joined in?” to which the two turned and when the stranger flinched at their collars they answered “Not at all, we want you to.”