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Category:
Supernatural › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
3
Views:
2,098
Reviews:
4
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.
3
Dean woke first. He looked down and found he had curled up in the nook of sam's arms. One leg thrown over his larger brother's hip, hand splayed across his broad chest, jaw nustling into his neck. oh, my god i have turned into a girl, jesus, cuddling what next? He removed himself from sam gently and threw on a semi wrinkled tshirt and jeans. He threw some underwear at sam waking him, his brother's eyes squinted open and he stretched his long body out languidly.
"time for food sammy, had enough beauty sleep for now?"
"you tell me." sam smiled predator like.
They found a bar on the outskirts of town. Good old music and buffalo wings to boot. They sipped at beers smiling knowingly at each other.
"man...this is fucked up, can't even luv ya and leave ya...have to damn well live with you and drag your ass everywhere with me..." dean laughed running his hand over his face.
"yeah....think we missed a few steps in that whole relationship thing you were talking about hey?" sam said toying with his coaster.
"i'm gonna go earn some money...keep you in the lifestyle to which you've become accustommed..." dean said laughing. He crossed the room to play a little pool with a couple of guys that seemed to be easy enough to scam.
Sam sat watching him and smiled to himself. All tis time he had been chasing normal. A stable relationship that he thought dean would steal from him somehow, he certainly didn't think his brother would be the one to provide him with it. He felt conflicting emotions, anxious but calm. He was nervous about fucking this up but he knew no matter what, his brother would always been there.
He sauntered up to the bar and grabbed another beer. watching the way dean moved around the table with grace, moving easily and sizing up his competition with a keen eye. A blonde in daisy dukes was eyeing him too, her painted lips drawing her drink almost obscenely through her straw. Then his mind was filled with an image of said lips sucking on something entirely different. He stood quickly and grabbed his brother by his shirt, dragging him out the doors and into the alley behind the bar.
"what the..."
"thanks for the memo dean...jesus you say you want this, act like it's worth risking everything for, then the next piece of ass you see takes precedent does it?" sam was towering over his brother, jealousy and rage written all over his face.
"god sam....not like i can help it. like you don't think about any random chick or guy you might see now and then"
"yeah well i don't exactly send you a play by play do I? Either you're mine or you're not dean...you need to tell me now"
"of course i'm yours sammy...always have been...before all this, always." he grabbed sam in a fierce kiss. sam turned him roughly and rustled in his pocket for the condom he had kept there since jess was in his life. He pulled down his brother's fly still half angry and needing to prove a point. He lubed his fingers on the latex and slid them into his brother rather swiftly making him grimace slightly in pain. He kept thrusting hittting that sweet spot and making dean moan at the pleasure/pain combination. Finally he sheathed himself in the lubricated rubber and pushed into dean biting at his neck.
"mineminemine" he growled possessively in dean's ear on each thrust.
"yeah sam...god yeah....yours and you're mine...always" Sam came with a howl and reached to jerk his brother off against the rough brick wall.
They redressed with a couple of furtive looks at the other.
" i'm sorry dean...i know you can't handle it yet"
dean nodded
"well, if that's how you and i are gonna argue from now on it's ok...although we should probably start carrying lube knowing how much we bicker...." he said with a soft smile.
Sam laughed and pulled dean into a gentle kiss.
They re-entered the bar, a few looks cast their way but not for long. Dean bought them some beers and they sat opposite each other in a booth legs grazing slightly. Sam's mind was filled with an image of dean bent over the desk in their room, legs spread with sam's tongue licking and fucking his ass. Sam groaned
"god dean, we've got to learn how to control this, i'm not gonna be able to walk soon!" sam said exasperated
"what?" dean said innocently
"the desk dean..?" sam said with raised eyebrows
dean shook his head
"sorry dude...not guilty...i was thinking about how we're gonna cleanse this haunted house"
"oh" guess sam had a dirty mind of his own after all.......
FIN
sorry guys was going to actually try to develop the plot a little in this with the new dean's vision power thing...but the little smut muses dragged me into porn.....again! feel free to continue if you wish but i think i'll just leave poor sammy dealing with his own responsibikty now!! hehehehe thanks for reading and the concrit....much appreciated =0)
"time for food sammy, had enough beauty sleep for now?"
"you tell me." sam smiled predator like.
They found a bar on the outskirts of town. Good old music and buffalo wings to boot. They sipped at beers smiling knowingly at each other.
"man...this is fucked up, can't even luv ya and leave ya...have to damn well live with you and drag your ass everywhere with me..." dean laughed running his hand over his face.
"yeah....think we missed a few steps in that whole relationship thing you were talking about hey?" sam said toying with his coaster.
"i'm gonna go earn some money...keep you in the lifestyle to which you've become accustommed..." dean said laughing. He crossed the room to play a little pool with a couple of guys that seemed to be easy enough to scam.
Sam sat watching him and smiled to himself. All tis time he had been chasing normal. A stable relationship that he thought dean would steal from him somehow, he certainly didn't think his brother would be the one to provide him with it. He felt conflicting emotions, anxious but calm. He was nervous about fucking this up but he knew no matter what, his brother would always been there.
He sauntered up to the bar and grabbed another beer. watching the way dean moved around the table with grace, moving easily and sizing up his competition with a keen eye. A blonde in daisy dukes was eyeing him too, her painted lips drawing her drink almost obscenely through her straw. Then his mind was filled with an image of said lips sucking on something entirely different. He stood quickly and grabbed his brother by his shirt, dragging him out the doors and into the alley behind the bar.
"what the..."
"thanks for the memo dean...jesus you say you want this, act like it's worth risking everything for, then the next piece of ass you see takes precedent does it?" sam was towering over his brother, jealousy and rage written all over his face.
"god sam....not like i can help it. like you don't think about any random chick or guy you might see now and then"
"yeah well i don't exactly send you a play by play do I? Either you're mine or you're not dean...you need to tell me now"
"of course i'm yours sammy...always have been...before all this, always." he grabbed sam in a fierce kiss. sam turned him roughly and rustled in his pocket for the condom he had kept there since jess was in his life. He pulled down his brother's fly still half angry and needing to prove a point. He lubed his fingers on the latex and slid them into his brother rather swiftly making him grimace slightly in pain. He kept thrusting hittting that sweet spot and making dean moan at the pleasure/pain combination. Finally he sheathed himself in the lubricated rubber and pushed into dean biting at his neck.
"mineminemine" he growled possessively in dean's ear on each thrust.
"yeah sam...god yeah....yours and you're mine...always" Sam came with a howl and reached to jerk his brother off against the rough brick wall.
They redressed with a couple of furtive looks at the other.
" i'm sorry dean...i know you can't handle it yet"
dean nodded
"well, if that's how you and i are gonna argue from now on it's ok...although we should probably start carrying lube knowing how much we bicker...." he said with a soft smile.
Sam laughed and pulled dean into a gentle kiss.
They re-entered the bar, a few looks cast their way but not for long. Dean bought them some beers and they sat opposite each other in a booth legs grazing slightly. Sam's mind was filled with an image of dean bent over the desk in their room, legs spread with sam's tongue licking and fucking his ass. Sam groaned
"god dean, we've got to learn how to control this, i'm not gonna be able to walk soon!" sam said exasperated
"what?" dean said innocently
"the desk dean..?" sam said with raised eyebrows
dean shook his head
"sorry dude...not guilty...i was thinking about how we're gonna cleanse this haunted house"
"oh" guess sam had a dirty mind of his own after all.......
FIN
sorry guys was going to actually try to develop the plot a little in this with the new dean's vision power thing...but the little smut muses dragged me into porn.....again! feel free to continue if you wish but i think i'll just leave poor sammy dealing with his own responsibikty now!! hehehehe thanks for reading and the concrit....much appreciated =0)