A Name Game
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Supernatural › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
3
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2,763
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2
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Chapter 2
Fairly short chapter. No sex (sorry ^_^), just about pure plot from here on out.
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Walking back to the Impala, Sam noticed that Dean was still sleeping, if a bit restlessly. Okay, a lot restlessly. He kept twitching and shifting, like he was uncomfortable. ‘Odd…’ Sam suddenly tensed as Dean let out a groan and bit his lip in his sleep, going very still. Uneasy, Sam reached through the window and tried to wake Dean, shaking his shoulder.
“Dean. Wake up.”
When he didn’t get a response, Sam started to worry just a bit. Dean had never been a heavy sleeper, always responding to the slightest thing. It was something they had been trained to do. You never know what might try to sneak up on you in the middle of the night.
“Damn it, Dean, since when are you such a heavy sleeper? Wake the fuck up!”
When that didn't work, he knew that he had no choice. Praying to any higher deity that might be listening that Dean didn't kill him for this, Sam did the only thing that never failed to wake his brother.
Dean bolted upright as the cold water hit his face. He blinked in confusion before turning his gaze to Sam.
“I was asleep?”
Rolling his eyes, Sam ignored the oddness of the question and thanked whatever deity who had listened that Dean wasn't going to give him shit about the water.
“Yes, dipstick, you were sleeping. I‘ve already filled up on gas and got food. Hungry?” He held up the plastic bag that contained a bag of Fritos, a roll of Mentos, a bag of glazed donut holes and a Krispy Kreme half dozen variety box . Not the food of champions, but they’d had worse when they were kids. To this day he still couldn’t stand beef jerky.
Sam ignored the curses his brother mumbled under his breath as he wiped his face with his shirt, instead opting to satisfy his curiosity.
“What were you dreaming about anyway? You’ve spent the last 10 minutes mumbling and shifting around in the seat like crazy.”
He shot a glance at his brother’s lap, not surprised much to see the tent in Dean’s jeans. Sam rolled his eyes again. “Never mind, I know exactly what your trip to never-never land was about.”
“It was just a dream?” The look in Dean’s eyes and the pout on his brother’s face made Sam feel odd, like his skin had suddenly become too tight. Fidgeting, he twitched when Dean snorted in reaction to his question.
“Bro, you have no idea.”
The laugh that followed was low and throaty. Sam shot Dean a ‘Dude, you are weird’ look, which went unnoticed as Dean was apparently trying to fall back asleep. ‘Okay. That was pretty freaking odd’ was the thought uppermost in Sam’s mind as he reconciled himself to the fact that he would be driving…again. Getting into the drivers seat, Sam closed the door with a thunk and put the key in the ignition, the rumble of the Impala’s engine familiar and comfortable. Pulling out from the gas station, he tried not to think about the tightening in his belly at the look Dean had sent him before his brother had been entirely awake, or the look and pout Dean had given him when he was awake.
There was no way he was turned on by his brother. And this was definitely the first time anything like this had happened. Totally. He didn't stare at his brother after he had taken a shower. And he so didn't listen to his brother in the shower. Cause that would just be very, very wrong. So...yah. Sam turned on the tape player. Even Metallica would be better than his thoughts right now. And yet, he couldn't quite shake the sense that something was going on. Whether or not that something was good or bad, he couldn't tell. But damnit, it was still making him twitchy as hell.
Sam glanced over at his brother, now seemingly asleep. Hesitating a moment, he finally gave into temptation and brushed Dean's jaw with his fingertips, trying not to think about what he was doing. Shaking his head, Sam drew his hand back and place it on the wheel, not noticing his grip was turning his knuckles white. He did see the slight grin now on Dean's face, peaceful in sleep. 'Oh shit. What the hell was that?' That thought occupied his mind for a very long time.
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Walking back to the Impala, Sam noticed that Dean was still sleeping, if a bit restlessly. Okay, a lot restlessly. He kept twitching and shifting, like he was uncomfortable. ‘Odd…’ Sam suddenly tensed as Dean let out a groan and bit his lip in his sleep, going very still. Uneasy, Sam reached through the window and tried to wake Dean, shaking his shoulder.
“Dean. Wake up.”
When he didn’t get a response, Sam started to worry just a bit. Dean had never been a heavy sleeper, always responding to the slightest thing. It was something they had been trained to do. You never know what might try to sneak up on you in the middle of the night.
“Damn it, Dean, since when are you such a heavy sleeper? Wake the fuck up!”
When that didn't work, he knew that he had no choice. Praying to any higher deity that might be listening that Dean didn't kill him for this, Sam did the only thing that never failed to wake his brother.
Dean bolted upright as the cold water hit his face. He blinked in confusion before turning his gaze to Sam.
“I was asleep?”
Rolling his eyes, Sam ignored the oddness of the question and thanked whatever deity who had listened that Dean wasn't going to give him shit about the water.
“Yes, dipstick, you were sleeping. I‘ve already filled up on gas and got food. Hungry?” He held up the plastic bag that contained a bag of Fritos, a roll of Mentos, a bag of glazed donut holes and a Krispy Kreme half dozen variety box . Not the food of champions, but they’d had worse when they were kids. To this day he still couldn’t stand beef jerky.
Sam ignored the curses his brother mumbled under his breath as he wiped his face with his shirt, instead opting to satisfy his curiosity.
“What were you dreaming about anyway? You’ve spent the last 10 minutes mumbling and shifting around in the seat like crazy.”
He shot a glance at his brother’s lap, not surprised much to see the tent in Dean’s jeans. Sam rolled his eyes again. “Never mind, I know exactly what your trip to never-never land was about.”
“It was just a dream?” The look in Dean’s eyes and the pout on his brother’s face made Sam feel odd, like his skin had suddenly become too tight. Fidgeting, he twitched when Dean snorted in reaction to his question.
“Bro, you have no idea.”
The laugh that followed was low and throaty. Sam shot Dean a ‘Dude, you are weird’ look, which went unnoticed as Dean was apparently trying to fall back asleep. ‘Okay. That was pretty freaking odd’ was the thought uppermost in Sam’s mind as he reconciled himself to the fact that he would be driving…again. Getting into the drivers seat, Sam closed the door with a thunk and put the key in the ignition, the rumble of the Impala’s engine familiar and comfortable. Pulling out from the gas station, he tried not to think about the tightening in his belly at the look Dean had sent him before his brother had been entirely awake, or the look and pout Dean had given him when he was awake.
There was no way he was turned on by his brother. And this was definitely the first time anything like this had happened. Totally. He didn't stare at his brother after he had taken a shower. And he so didn't listen to his brother in the shower. Cause that would just be very, very wrong. So...yah. Sam turned on the tape player. Even Metallica would be better than his thoughts right now. And yet, he couldn't quite shake the sense that something was going on. Whether or not that something was good or bad, he couldn't tell. But damnit, it was still making him twitchy as hell.
Sam glanced over at his brother, now seemingly asleep. Hesitating a moment, he finally gave into temptation and brushed Dean's jaw with his fingertips, trying not to think about what he was doing. Shaking his head, Sam drew his hand back and place it on the wheel, not noticing his grip was turning his knuckles white. He did see the slight grin now on Dean's face, peaceful in sleep. 'Oh shit. What the hell was that?' That thought occupied his mind for a very long time.
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