A Name Game
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Category:
Supernatural › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
3
Views:
2,764
Reviews:
2
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.
Chapter 3
Last chapter, also short. Also pretty much all plot.
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Dean dimly felt the engine start and the Impala pull out of the gas station parking lot as he started to sink back asleep. He just wished that Sam would stop thinking so damn loud. It was distracting, and he really wanted to be asleep right now. The guilt over a full fledged sex dream involving his brother would come later, but right now he just wanted it back. In the dream there was no guilt, no stigma. Just him and Sam and preferably no clothes.
The four years Sam had been gone Dean had been to Hell and back. He was either pissed as fuck for Sam leaving them or out of his mind worrying that some Big Bad would show up at the college and Dean wouldn't be there to protect his brother. Sam didn't know it, but Dean knew that campus just as well as any student attending did. Sam also didn't know that sidetrips to Stanford weren't a sparodic event but done religiously every few weeks unless there was something big going on that made it impossible. And it wasn't just Dean's idea, it was just as much John wanting to make sure his boy was doing alright.
The opening of Metallic's Sandman filled the car, confusing Dean. Sam almost never willlingly submitted to his "mullet rock", much less turn the damn thing on himself. 'Fuck it'. He had done enough thinking, and Dean had pretty much given up on trying to figure out why Sam did what Sam did years ago. Wasn't worth the headache. Dean got enough of those anyway. besides, there was this...vibe he was getting from his brother. No clue what, but probably part of why Sam was messing with his big brother's music. Something had to be wrong. Dean couldn't get a bead on what, and he had more important things to worry about. Like how to get his dream brother back.
So it can as a slight suprise when he suddenly felt what he knew had to be Sam's fingers on his jaw. The caress was light, almost hesitant. And oh, so sweet. It took everything in him not to twitch, but to feign sleep. If Sam even thought Dean wasn't in nevernever land... He couldn't help the grin he knew was on his face, but after a few seconds had passed he figured that Sam had bought his 'I'm sleeping. Really.' act.
He had felt something shift with the touch of Sam's fingers. It had been no brotherly touch. Dean wasn't sure how, but he just knew. Things between them had just taken a turn towards something he'd never had any right to hope for. But he had hoped anyway. Shoved down deep, but still there through the years his brother had been gone.
Suddenly, getting his dream back wasn't so important.
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And there it is folks. Hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it ~_^
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Dean dimly felt the engine start and the Impala pull out of the gas station parking lot as he started to sink back asleep. He just wished that Sam would stop thinking so damn loud. It was distracting, and he really wanted to be asleep right now. The guilt over a full fledged sex dream involving his brother would come later, but right now he just wanted it back. In the dream there was no guilt, no stigma. Just him and Sam and preferably no clothes.
The four years Sam had been gone Dean had been to Hell and back. He was either pissed as fuck for Sam leaving them or out of his mind worrying that some Big Bad would show up at the college and Dean wouldn't be there to protect his brother. Sam didn't know it, but Dean knew that campus just as well as any student attending did. Sam also didn't know that sidetrips to Stanford weren't a sparodic event but done religiously every few weeks unless there was something big going on that made it impossible. And it wasn't just Dean's idea, it was just as much John wanting to make sure his boy was doing alright.
The opening of Metallic's Sandman filled the car, confusing Dean. Sam almost never willlingly submitted to his "mullet rock", much less turn the damn thing on himself. 'Fuck it'. He had done enough thinking, and Dean had pretty much given up on trying to figure out why Sam did what Sam did years ago. Wasn't worth the headache. Dean got enough of those anyway. besides, there was this...vibe he was getting from his brother. No clue what, but probably part of why Sam was messing with his big brother's music. Something had to be wrong. Dean couldn't get a bead on what, and he had more important things to worry about. Like how to get his dream brother back.
So it can as a slight suprise when he suddenly felt what he knew had to be Sam's fingers on his jaw. The caress was light, almost hesitant. And oh, so sweet. It took everything in him not to twitch, but to feign sleep. If Sam even thought Dean wasn't in nevernever land... He couldn't help the grin he knew was on his face, but after a few seconds had passed he figured that Sam had bought his 'I'm sleeping. Really.' act.
He had felt something shift with the touch of Sam's fingers. It had been no brotherly touch. Dean wasn't sure how, but he just knew. Things between them had just taken a turn towards something he'd never had any right to hope for. But he had hoped anyway. Shoved down deep, but still there through the years his brother had been gone.
Suddenly, getting his dream back wasn't so important.
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And there it is folks. Hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it ~_^