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Hang On
Title: Hang On
Author: Anne Midnight Hunter
Beta: Nope yet!
Fandom: Supernatural
Rate: PG-15/M
Pair/Characters: Dean/Adam, Sam, Bobby, Castiel, Gabriel, Impala
Type: Slash/Angst/TWT/Incest/Mild Gore
Anne: Um…I REALLY don't know where this came out, here it is!
The sky was gray, rain clouds serve as a hiding place for the sun. The Impala ran the wet streets toward Bobby's place, in South Dakota. The only sound was Finger Eleven 'First Time' in the radio, courtesy of the driver, Adam Milligan. He knew that he needed to slow down, that going twice over the speed limit with such a heavy, muscle car was suicidal. He glanced to the passenger side of the bench seat of the Chevy.
A knot formed in his stomach, making him heave for breath.
Dean was bleeding again, his right hand trying to stop his entrails for falling out and spilling all over his baby's leather seat. His face was pale and pasty, drain from the tanned, healthy glow the older man usually had. His lips were blue and the insomniac bags under his eyes were more prominent thanks to the paleness of his skin. Dean's breathing was slowing down.
"Dean, c'mon, man! Wake the hell up!" Growled Adam; shaking the hunter. Dean just gave a pained groan and his long eye-lashes fluttered. He mumble softly Sam's name.
That made Adam's heart go cold and grind his teeth.
"Sorry, Dean. But Sam ain't here. Only little me. Inexperience, Baby Winchester." He said in anger and fear. Rain begin falling from the fat, gray clouds; wetting more the already soaking pavement. The tires made wet splashes with the puddles, reminding Adam to slow the fuck down, or he was going to kill them both.
Dean's hand fell from his belly wound, showing the content that he was trying to not show to the younger man. Adam, cursed, grabbed Dean's cold hand and pressed it against the wound. Sobbing when he felt the squishy, delicate organs, sliming their hands. Blood everywhere now, and he was lost in what he could do.
"Dean! You fuckin' son of a bitch! Don't you dare die on me! I'll kill you before that!" The younger man screamed at his older brother. No. They weren't brothers. Only two people sharing the same father. That didn't make sense, but he was already insane, so he didn't give it to much thought. Dean called for Sam again, only this time, Adam wanted the brunet here too.
They had been in a hunting two towns from Sioux Falls, South Dakota. There had been a few disappearances of younger people there. Sam was helping Bobby with some research while his cold went away, so Dean decides to go and take Adam with him. Sam had refuse to let the inexperience blond go, saying that it was too dangerous for them to go alone. That Dean should wait for Sam to get better, but Dean dismisses him, saying that he and Adam could manage.
Bobby let them leave, telling them that if they needed back-up, to call no matter what. They arrive to the town and found it deserted, only to be infested with starving werewolves. They hightailed from there, after killing a few, but they were too many, making them ran toward the Impala. When Adam was running toward the car, one of the werewolves jumped him, slashing him in the back; the boy's scream alerted Dean and the older man tackle the beast.
Adam got up and shoots it between the eyes. It fell limply on top of Dean and the lighter blond helped him remove the heavy animal, it turned back into a girl. Not older than Adam.
He froze completely.
He didn't saw the other wolf coming right to him, Dean shout for him to move the fuck away and push him aside, empting his silver bullets on the wolf, but the animal was too enrage to feel it, he thrust his claws on Dean stomach, ripping his abdomen open, Dean gave a blood-curling scream. Adam shoots it in the head and ran toward the slumped Dean on the ground. He acted quickly, putting the organs inside the wound, making the darker blond press his hand against it and carrying him to the car.
After he had put the older man on the passenger side, he climb into the driver's seat, turn the engine on, it gave a roar and he floored out of there; the wolves after them until the Impala was a few miles away from the town. Now, he was trying to make it in time to Bobby's so Castiel or Gabriel could heal Dean.
"A-Adam." Dean moaned faintly and opened his eyes. The green was dull, the light in them fading slowly. Adam almost lost control of the car.
"Dean! My God, Dean! I'm so sorry! Please, hang on!" Adam babble, looking between his brother and the road, already passing the Welcome sign of Sioux Falls, a happy sound escaped his mouth. "We're almost there, De. Please, baby, hang on."
"A-Adam, baby boy. Are y-you hurt?" Whispered Dean, coughing up blood. Adam freaked. He speeded even more, almost crashing the Impala with a silver and blue Ford F350. Adam's heart almost leap out of his chest, tears running down his face. How could Dean be worry about him, when he was the one with his guts hanging out of his belly!
"I'm fine, Dean! You should be more worry 'bout yourself!" He exclaimed, he made a right turn and enter Singer's Salvage Yard, honking the Chevy's horn. It made Bobby and Sam get out of the house, both wearing worry expressions. Adam parked the car and jumped out of it. Sam already checking him over, touching his cheeks, his big, strong hands groping and feeling the boy's body for injures. He saw Adam's slashed back, but said blond swatted his hands away.
"Forget about me, Sammy! Dean's need help!" The blond almost screamed, the brothers turned to Dean, only to see Bobby already taking Dean out of the car.
"Dean! Oh, Lord! Dean!" Sam almost pushed Adam away and ran towards Bobby.
"We need to get him inside! Now! Opened the door, boy! Sam, takes his legs. Dean, kid. Don't you dare die on me, ya hear!" Instructed Bobby. The boys did as said. Adam just looked at the sky, praying for a miracle.
Gabriel and Castiel had arrived, the first calming an hysteric Sam, while Castiel healed Dean. It took a lot of the angel and it was painful to Dean. It had happened hours ago, and Adam could still hear the older man's screams of pain, and Castiel's soft apologies. Gabriel had healed Adam's back and had put him and Sam in a deep sleep, so neither could get in the way of healing Dean. Now it was 3:56 AM and Adam was up, berating with himself.
It was his fault that Dean almost die. He shouldn't had gone with him, shouldn't had agreed with the older man. But, he had been so excited when Dean smiled at him, those beautiful, green eyes sparkling with pride, playfulness, and care, that made Adam's knees weak. To be alone with the older man, that had plague his thoughts seen he came back to the world of the living. Not to have to share him with Sam, Bobby, and Castiel.
He had been selfish, and it almost cost him the life of one of the most precious people he had, now that his mom was truly gone. He was so into his misery and self-loathing, that he hadn't heard the footsteps coming closer until the light in Bobby's living room was turned on. Adam stood up from the sofa, with wide eyes and a knife in his hand.
"I was lookin' for that shirt, kid. Besides, it needs washin', I bet it smell of sweat." Said Dean, leaning against the door frame, his eyes lock on his black Ozzy Osborn t-shirt of The Blizzard Of Oz. Adam hugged the shirt to him, even thought Dean and him were almost the same height, Adam wasn't as muscular as him, the shirt was big on his slender frame. The blond wrapped himself tighter in the shirt and sat on the sofa.
"I know. But, it smell like you." He said, he knew that that sounded weird and a bit stalk-ish, but he had needed to smell Dean and feel safe. Right now, he felt so lost and emotional. He was stronger than this!
Dean understood what Adam had meant with the smell thing. Sammy did the same thing when Dean went to hunts with their dad, leaving a teenage Sammy to fend for himself. Every time he returned, he would find the lanky, skinny form of his baby brother sprawled in Dean's bed wearing his Zeppelin or KISS shirts, hugging his pillow. Dean sighed and sat besides the younger blond, they both fell into a death silence.
"You almost die, De." The blond whispered. Dean nodded and pressed his shoulder against Adam's, enjoying the warmth coming out of him.
"Yeah, but it didn't happen. You saved me, kid." Dean gave him a soft smile, and it broke Adam. He begin crying, throwing himself at Dean. He shook with each gut-breaching sob. Calling for Dean, saying he was sorry. Dean just let the boy cry and hang to him. Whispering sweet nothings and rubbing his back. When he calmed down, Dean grabbed his chin, making him look up. His eyes were puffy for the crying, his pale face blushed and his lips wet.
"You better now?" Whispered Dean, Adam just nodded and hugged his brother more. No. Dean was NOT his brother. God, this is so wrong. And a question that had been floating around, but just made itself know now to Adam's scrambled thoughts came out of his mouth.
"Why you save me?"
"…"
"Dean?" He glanced up from the strong chest, looking into Dean's green eyes. His blue ones widened when he saw the naked emotion in them, Dean always had a barrier in them, keeping everyone, even Sam, away from his feelings. He felt the strong arms around his waist hoist him with a grunt, until he was straddling Dean's lap.
"You wanted to die, Adam? If I didn't got you out of the way, it would had been you with your belly open up. I couldn't bare to watch it." He finish in a whisper, his plump lips getting neared to Adam's. "You mean too much to me. More than it should, baby boy." They lips met in a soft kiss. It was chaste, gentle, and sweet, it was the kind of kiss Adam had been waiting all his life to have. A kiss that meant something. It soon turned passionate, hard, and fast. Hands everywhere, grasping short hair, firm ass-cheeks, or thighs.
They both ground against each other, whispering and moaning each other names. They clothed erection pressing against each other, Dean took off Adam's shirt, throwing it to the couch and sucking, licking, and biting his pink nipples, smirking at the muffled yelp the youth left out.
"If you make sounds, not matter how much I wanna hear 'em, you gonna wake up Sammy and Bobby." Said Dean, he suck on the boy's collar bone, earning a moan and a buck of the slender hips. "Be quiet, Addy." Dean kissed him again, moving their hips faster, Adam's hands disappeared under the older man's shirt caressing the soft, marred skin. Playing with hard nipples and belly button.
"Dean. Fuck, harder. Kiss me." Pleaded the blond, loving the feel of Dean's soft lips on his, the way his tongue caresses his and rapes his willing mouth. After a heady kiss, Adam gasp for air, look at Dean's green eyes and smile.
"Love you, De." Dean stopped his thrusts against Adam. The smile that graced his handsome face was all Adam needed as a response.
"Love you too, Addy." He confessed, rolled the younger man under him.
For now, Dean was save, for now Sammy and Bobby were save.
For now, Castiel and Gabriel were going to watch their backs more.
For now, the worst is over.
End.
Anne: Um, very unusual, very Wincest, and please review! We need more Dean/Adam! More happy Dean/Adam! This was depressing, but I needed to write this! Thank you for reading!
Author: Anne Midnight Hunter
Beta: Nope yet!
Fandom: Supernatural
Rate: PG-15/M
Pair/Characters: Dean/Adam, Sam, Bobby, Castiel, Gabriel, Impala
Type: Slash/Angst/TWT/Incest/Mild Gore
Anne: Um…I REALLY don't know where this came out, here it is!
The sky was gray, rain clouds serve as a hiding place for the sun. The Impala ran the wet streets toward Bobby's place, in South Dakota. The only sound was Finger Eleven 'First Time' in the radio, courtesy of the driver, Adam Milligan. He knew that he needed to slow down, that going twice over the speed limit with such a heavy, muscle car was suicidal. He glanced to the passenger side of the bench seat of the Chevy.
A knot formed in his stomach, making him heave for breath.
Dean was bleeding again, his right hand trying to stop his entrails for falling out and spilling all over his baby's leather seat. His face was pale and pasty, drain from the tanned, healthy glow the older man usually had. His lips were blue and the insomniac bags under his eyes were more prominent thanks to the paleness of his skin. Dean's breathing was slowing down.
"Dean, c'mon, man! Wake the hell up!" Growled Adam; shaking the hunter. Dean just gave a pained groan and his long eye-lashes fluttered. He mumble softly Sam's name.
That made Adam's heart go cold and grind his teeth.
"Sorry, Dean. But Sam ain't here. Only little me. Inexperience, Baby Winchester." He said in anger and fear. Rain begin falling from the fat, gray clouds; wetting more the already soaking pavement. The tires made wet splashes with the puddles, reminding Adam to slow the fuck down, or he was going to kill them both.
Dean's hand fell from his belly wound, showing the content that he was trying to not show to the younger man. Adam, cursed, grabbed Dean's cold hand and pressed it against the wound. Sobbing when he felt the squishy, delicate organs, sliming their hands. Blood everywhere now, and he was lost in what he could do.
"Dean! You fuckin' son of a bitch! Don't you dare die on me! I'll kill you before that!" The younger man screamed at his older brother. No. They weren't brothers. Only two people sharing the same father. That didn't make sense, but he was already insane, so he didn't give it to much thought. Dean called for Sam again, only this time, Adam wanted the brunet here too.
They had been in a hunting two towns from Sioux Falls, South Dakota. There had been a few disappearances of younger people there. Sam was helping Bobby with some research while his cold went away, so Dean decides to go and take Adam with him. Sam had refuse to let the inexperience blond go, saying that it was too dangerous for them to go alone. That Dean should wait for Sam to get better, but Dean dismisses him, saying that he and Adam could manage.
Bobby let them leave, telling them that if they needed back-up, to call no matter what. They arrive to the town and found it deserted, only to be infested with starving werewolves. They hightailed from there, after killing a few, but they were too many, making them ran toward the Impala. When Adam was running toward the car, one of the werewolves jumped him, slashing him in the back; the boy's scream alerted Dean and the older man tackle the beast.
Adam got up and shoots it between the eyes. It fell limply on top of Dean and the lighter blond helped him remove the heavy animal, it turned back into a girl. Not older than Adam.
He froze completely.
He didn't saw the other wolf coming right to him, Dean shout for him to move the fuck away and push him aside, empting his silver bullets on the wolf, but the animal was too enrage to feel it, he thrust his claws on Dean stomach, ripping his abdomen open, Dean gave a blood-curling scream. Adam shoots it in the head and ran toward the slumped Dean on the ground. He acted quickly, putting the organs inside the wound, making the darker blond press his hand against it and carrying him to the car.
After he had put the older man on the passenger side, he climb into the driver's seat, turn the engine on, it gave a roar and he floored out of there; the wolves after them until the Impala was a few miles away from the town. Now, he was trying to make it in time to Bobby's so Castiel or Gabriel could heal Dean.
"A-Adam." Dean moaned faintly and opened his eyes. The green was dull, the light in them fading slowly. Adam almost lost control of the car.
"Dean! My God, Dean! I'm so sorry! Please, hang on!" Adam babble, looking between his brother and the road, already passing the Welcome sign of Sioux Falls, a happy sound escaped his mouth. "We're almost there, De. Please, baby, hang on."
"A-Adam, baby boy. Are y-you hurt?" Whispered Dean, coughing up blood. Adam freaked. He speeded even more, almost crashing the Impala with a silver and blue Ford F350. Adam's heart almost leap out of his chest, tears running down his face. How could Dean be worry about him, when he was the one with his guts hanging out of his belly!
"I'm fine, Dean! You should be more worry 'bout yourself!" He exclaimed, he made a right turn and enter Singer's Salvage Yard, honking the Chevy's horn. It made Bobby and Sam get out of the house, both wearing worry expressions. Adam parked the car and jumped out of it. Sam already checking him over, touching his cheeks, his big, strong hands groping and feeling the boy's body for injures. He saw Adam's slashed back, but said blond swatted his hands away.
"Forget about me, Sammy! Dean's need help!" The blond almost screamed, the brothers turned to Dean, only to see Bobby already taking Dean out of the car.
"Dean! Oh, Lord! Dean!" Sam almost pushed Adam away and ran towards Bobby.
"We need to get him inside! Now! Opened the door, boy! Sam, takes his legs. Dean, kid. Don't you dare die on me, ya hear!" Instructed Bobby. The boys did as said. Adam just looked at the sky, praying for a miracle.
Gabriel and Castiel had arrived, the first calming an hysteric Sam, while Castiel healed Dean. It took a lot of the angel and it was painful to Dean. It had happened hours ago, and Adam could still hear the older man's screams of pain, and Castiel's soft apologies. Gabriel had healed Adam's back and had put him and Sam in a deep sleep, so neither could get in the way of healing Dean. Now it was 3:56 AM and Adam was up, berating with himself.
It was his fault that Dean almost die. He shouldn't had gone with him, shouldn't had agreed with the older man. But, he had been so excited when Dean smiled at him, those beautiful, green eyes sparkling with pride, playfulness, and care, that made Adam's knees weak. To be alone with the older man, that had plague his thoughts seen he came back to the world of the living. Not to have to share him with Sam, Bobby, and Castiel.
He had been selfish, and it almost cost him the life of one of the most precious people he had, now that his mom was truly gone. He was so into his misery and self-loathing, that he hadn't heard the footsteps coming closer until the light in Bobby's living room was turned on. Adam stood up from the sofa, with wide eyes and a knife in his hand.
"I was lookin' for that shirt, kid. Besides, it needs washin', I bet it smell of sweat." Said Dean, leaning against the door frame, his eyes lock on his black Ozzy Osborn t-shirt of The Blizzard Of Oz. Adam hugged the shirt to him, even thought Dean and him were almost the same height, Adam wasn't as muscular as him, the shirt was big on his slender frame. The blond wrapped himself tighter in the shirt and sat on the sofa.
"I know. But, it smell like you." He said, he knew that that sounded weird and a bit stalk-ish, but he had needed to smell Dean and feel safe. Right now, he felt so lost and emotional. He was stronger than this!
Dean understood what Adam had meant with the smell thing. Sammy did the same thing when Dean went to hunts with their dad, leaving a teenage Sammy to fend for himself. Every time he returned, he would find the lanky, skinny form of his baby brother sprawled in Dean's bed wearing his Zeppelin or KISS shirts, hugging his pillow. Dean sighed and sat besides the younger blond, they both fell into a death silence.
"You almost die, De." The blond whispered. Dean nodded and pressed his shoulder against Adam's, enjoying the warmth coming out of him.
"Yeah, but it didn't happen. You saved me, kid." Dean gave him a soft smile, and it broke Adam. He begin crying, throwing himself at Dean. He shook with each gut-breaching sob. Calling for Dean, saying he was sorry. Dean just let the boy cry and hang to him. Whispering sweet nothings and rubbing his back. When he calmed down, Dean grabbed his chin, making him look up. His eyes were puffy for the crying, his pale face blushed and his lips wet.
"You better now?" Whispered Dean, Adam just nodded and hugged his brother more. No. Dean was NOT his brother. God, this is so wrong. And a question that had been floating around, but just made itself know now to Adam's scrambled thoughts came out of his mouth.
"Why you save me?"
"…"
"Dean?" He glanced up from the strong chest, looking into Dean's green eyes. His blue ones widened when he saw the naked emotion in them, Dean always had a barrier in them, keeping everyone, even Sam, away from his feelings. He felt the strong arms around his waist hoist him with a grunt, until he was straddling Dean's lap.
"You wanted to die, Adam? If I didn't got you out of the way, it would had been you with your belly open up. I couldn't bare to watch it." He finish in a whisper, his plump lips getting neared to Adam's. "You mean too much to me. More than it should, baby boy." They lips met in a soft kiss. It was chaste, gentle, and sweet, it was the kind of kiss Adam had been waiting all his life to have. A kiss that meant something. It soon turned passionate, hard, and fast. Hands everywhere, grasping short hair, firm ass-cheeks, or thighs.
They both ground against each other, whispering and moaning each other names. They clothed erection pressing against each other, Dean took off Adam's shirt, throwing it to the couch and sucking, licking, and biting his pink nipples, smirking at the muffled yelp the youth left out.
"If you make sounds, not matter how much I wanna hear 'em, you gonna wake up Sammy and Bobby." Said Dean, he suck on the boy's collar bone, earning a moan and a buck of the slender hips. "Be quiet, Addy." Dean kissed him again, moving their hips faster, Adam's hands disappeared under the older man's shirt caressing the soft, marred skin. Playing with hard nipples and belly button.
"Dean. Fuck, harder. Kiss me." Pleaded the blond, loving the feel of Dean's soft lips on his, the way his tongue caresses his and rapes his willing mouth. After a heady kiss, Adam gasp for air, look at Dean's green eyes and smile.
"Love you, De." Dean stopped his thrusts against Adam. The smile that graced his handsome face was all Adam needed as a response.
"Love you too, Addy." He confessed, rolled the younger man under him.
For now, Dean was save, for now Sammy and Bobby were save.
For now, Castiel and Gabriel were going to watch their backs more.
For now, the worst is over.
End.
Anne: Um, very unusual, very Wincest, and please review! We need more Dean/Adam! More happy Dean/Adam! This was depressing, but I needed to write this! Thank you for reading!