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Supernatural › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
3,423
Reviews:
1
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.
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Disclaimer: The boys of Supernatural, sadly, do not belong to me, but to Eric Kripke and the WB. But if they did, it would…. Wonderful
Summary: Dean thinks of Sam… in more ways than one.
Timeline: Post “Bugs,” but definitely before “Home.”
Note: Just to let everyone know… this is my first pure Supernatural fic… My other penname had a story, once upon a time featuring them and Willow from Buffy… Also, this is my first attempt at slash… so please, be nice and no flames!
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Was it so wrong to love someone so much?
That was the one thought that plagued Dean’s mind for some time now. He never cared about a person as much as this person. His younger brother, Sam.
For as long as he could remember, he felt something for him. Sure, he tried to suppress it, like he normally did things. He was kinda relieved that left the hunting job and went to college, though he would never let anyone know that.
When Sam had come back into his life, he barely noticed the feelings returning. He chocked it up to missing Sam, even though he rarely spoke about it.
The feelings definitely exploded after being at open house barbeque. He had pretended to be Sam’s lover, joking with the realtor, but slapping Sam on the ass was a little too much for him.
Luckily, before he had a chance to say anything that night, he was able to use that new shower. He was able to let out his pent up frustration on himself.
‘Why did this ever have to happen?’ Dean asked himself.
“Dean, watch the road!” Sam reached over and grabbed the steering wheel, putting them back on the right side. “What the hell happened?”
“Sorry, Sammy, just a little distracted,” Dean used the nickname that annoyed his brother to no end.
“To be distracted, one would have to think,” Sam smirked.
“I could make you walk to the hotel,” Dean shot back. “Since you’re my brother and I have to love you, I’ll let it slide, for now.”
“Gee, thanks,” Sam said as his eyes looked toward the approaching motel. “Cheap Motels?”
“Unless you wanna kick out the big bucks, you better appreciate it,” Dean laughed. “And what’s wrong with this place, look, free HBO!”
“Just get the room,” Sam muttered as he got out the Impala.
Dean had managed to get the cheapest hotel room he could get and immediately went to take a shower when he entered the room.
“You and your showers,” Sam spoke as Dean was rummaging through his bag.
“I need to take this one,” Dean said not looking up from his current task, “the last one just had a new feature that I had to try out.”
“I won’t even say anything about that last comment.”
“Good, cause I know I wasn’t the only one using it that night.” Dean walked into the shower, missing his brother’s face grow red.
While in the shower, Dean’s mind went back to his brother. He found himself taking more and more showers with his Sam around. They always ended the same way, too. Him moaning a little too loudly, while he came over the shower wall. And tonight was no different.
His left hand was already rubbing his right nipple. With another thought of Sam, Dean gripped his stiff cock. He smeared the pre-cum over his head and he started at the base and set a slow pace.
He tried to stifle a moan as he started jerking himself slowing. But to no avail, the words left his mouth before he realized it.
“Sammy,” the name went unheard by anyone else. Dean’s pace continued as his left hand went from his swollen nipple to his sac. He gently kneaded them, not caring about how loud his voice had gotten.
He knew the torrents of water coming from the shower head would block out any noise. The previous motels were the same way.
Dean’s strokes became faster as he wet his middle finger and placed it at his opening. He slowly worked his finger inside, feeling the muscles contract around himself.
His moans increased as he buried his finger deeper inside his ass, his other hand hadn’t stopped its fast stroking.
He felt himself getting closer as his finger went as far as it could go. With one more thrust, Dean felt all the pressure from the day rise and erupt like a volcano. He yelled out Sam’s name and spurt his seed over the walls of the shower. He kept stroking himself, riding out the orgasm that washed over his body.
He felt his knees grow weak, so he still himself against the wall. The water had gotten cold, so he had no clue how long he had been in.
He turned the shower off and stepped out. He found the towel on the sink and wrapped it around himself, checking carefully for any signs of another erection.
When he opened the bathroom door, the steam drifted out. He walked to his bed, feeling Sam’s eyes on him.
Not being one who cared about what others thought, Dean dropped the towel, his, now soft, penis swaying slightly as he walked. He could hear Sam’s breath hitch in his throat, but thought nothing about it.
He pulled on a pair of boxers and a t-shirt and pulled the comforter on the bed back. He quickly got in, bidding a goodnight to his brother.
Dean quickly fell asleep, never seeing the look on his brother’s face.
‘What can’t I stop looking at my brother?” Sam asked himself. He wasn’t exactly sure how he felt about him, but there was some definite feelings set in place.
He watched Dean’s face as he slept. He may have seemed like the stereotypical bad boy, and he surely tried to be, but Dean was much more complicated than that.
Sam’s eyes traveled down Dean’s covered body. He really knew something was wrong when he was wishing the comforter wasn’t there to hid Dean’s physique.
He could see the rise and fall of his chest as he slept on his back. His eyes eventually landed on Dean’s lower half, when his eyes nearly bulged from him head.
Dean was hard and Sam couldn’t stop looking. His older brother seemed to be well endowed, and he couldn’t stop the thoughts and feelings from affecting him.
Sam could feel the familiar stirring in his boxers, but tried to ignore it. His attention was brought back to his brother, who started moving around in his sleep.
He wasn’t expecting the next thing that happened.
“Sammy,” Dean groaned as he turned to his side.
There was no stopping the erection that sprang from Sam’s boxers at the mention of his own name. He quickly confined himself and turned to face opposite of his brother.
‘He definitely feels something, but I don’t feel disgusted. Do I really feel something for him?’ The erection that once again worked its way through the slit in his underwear answered his question.
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End
That’s the end of the first chapter. This should only be a three-parter. Don’t worry about the scene that you’re waiting for… That will be happening in the last chapter!
Please read and review!
Disclaimer: The boys of Supernatural, sadly, do not belong to me, but to Eric Kripke and the WB. But if they did, it would…. Wonderful
Summary: Dean thinks of Sam… in more ways than one.
Timeline: Post “Bugs,” but definitely before “Home.”
Note: Just to let everyone know… this is my first pure Supernatural fic… My other penname had a story, once upon a time featuring them and Willow from Buffy… Also, this is my first attempt at slash… so please, be nice and no flames!
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Was it so wrong to love someone so much?
That was the one thought that plagued Dean’s mind for some time now. He never cared about a person as much as this person. His younger brother, Sam.
For as long as he could remember, he felt something for him. Sure, he tried to suppress it, like he normally did things. He was kinda relieved that left the hunting job and went to college, though he would never let anyone know that.
When Sam had come back into his life, he barely noticed the feelings returning. He chocked it up to missing Sam, even though he rarely spoke about it.
The feelings definitely exploded after being at open house barbeque. He had pretended to be Sam’s lover, joking with the realtor, but slapping Sam on the ass was a little too much for him.
Luckily, before he had a chance to say anything that night, he was able to use that new shower. He was able to let out his pent up frustration on himself.
‘Why did this ever have to happen?’ Dean asked himself.
“Dean, watch the road!” Sam reached over and grabbed the steering wheel, putting them back on the right side. “What the hell happened?”
“Sorry, Sammy, just a little distracted,” Dean used the nickname that annoyed his brother to no end.
“To be distracted, one would have to think,” Sam smirked.
“I could make you walk to the hotel,” Dean shot back. “Since you’re my brother and I have to love you, I’ll let it slide, for now.”
“Gee, thanks,” Sam said as his eyes looked toward the approaching motel. “Cheap Motels?”
“Unless you wanna kick out the big bucks, you better appreciate it,” Dean laughed. “And what’s wrong with this place, look, free HBO!”
“Just get the room,” Sam muttered as he got out the Impala.
Dean had managed to get the cheapest hotel room he could get and immediately went to take a shower when he entered the room.
“You and your showers,” Sam spoke as Dean was rummaging through his bag.
“I need to take this one,” Dean said not looking up from his current task, “the last one just had a new feature that I had to try out.”
“I won’t even say anything about that last comment.”
“Good, cause I know I wasn’t the only one using it that night.” Dean walked into the shower, missing his brother’s face grow red.
While in the shower, Dean’s mind went back to his brother. He found himself taking more and more showers with his Sam around. They always ended the same way, too. Him moaning a little too loudly, while he came over the shower wall. And tonight was no different.
His left hand was already rubbing his right nipple. With another thought of Sam, Dean gripped his stiff cock. He smeared the pre-cum over his head and he started at the base and set a slow pace.
He tried to stifle a moan as he started jerking himself slowing. But to no avail, the words left his mouth before he realized it.
“Sammy,” the name went unheard by anyone else. Dean’s pace continued as his left hand went from his swollen nipple to his sac. He gently kneaded them, not caring about how loud his voice had gotten.
He knew the torrents of water coming from the shower head would block out any noise. The previous motels were the same way.
Dean’s strokes became faster as he wet his middle finger and placed it at his opening. He slowly worked his finger inside, feeling the muscles contract around himself.
His moans increased as he buried his finger deeper inside his ass, his other hand hadn’t stopped its fast stroking.
He felt himself getting closer as his finger went as far as it could go. With one more thrust, Dean felt all the pressure from the day rise and erupt like a volcano. He yelled out Sam’s name and spurt his seed over the walls of the shower. He kept stroking himself, riding out the orgasm that washed over his body.
He felt his knees grow weak, so he still himself against the wall. The water had gotten cold, so he had no clue how long he had been in.
He turned the shower off and stepped out. He found the towel on the sink and wrapped it around himself, checking carefully for any signs of another erection.
When he opened the bathroom door, the steam drifted out. He walked to his bed, feeling Sam’s eyes on him.
Not being one who cared about what others thought, Dean dropped the towel, his, now soft, penis swaying slightly as he walked. He could hear Sam’s breath hitch in his throat, but thought nothing about it.
He pulled on a pair of boxers and a t-shirt and pulled the comforter on the bed back. He quickly got in, bidding a goodnight to his brother.
Dean quickly fell asleep, never seeing the look on his brother’s face.
‘What can’t I stop looking at my brother?” Sam asked himself. He wasn’t exactly sure how he felt about him, but there was some definite feelings set in place.
He watched Dean’s face as he slept. He may have seemed like the stereotypical bad boy, and he surely tried to be, but Dean was much more complicated than that.
Sam’s eyes traveled down Dean’s covered body. He really knew something was wrong when he was wishing the comforter wasn’t there to hid Dean’s physique.
He could see the rise and fall of his chest as he slept on his back. His eyes eventually landed on Dean’s lower half, when his eyes nearly bulged from him head.
Dean was hard and Sam couldn’t stop looking. His older brother seemed to be well endowed, and he couldn’t stop the thoughts and feelings from affecting him.
Sam could feel the familiar stirring in his boxers, but tried to ignore it. His attention was brought back to his brother, who started moving around in his sleep.
He wasn’t expecting the next thing that happened.
“Sammy,” Dean groaned as he turned to his side.
There was no stopping the erection that sprang from Sam’s boxers at the mention of his own name. He quickly confined himself and turned to face opposite of his brother.
‘He definitely feels something, but I don’t feel disgusted. Do I really feel something for him?’ The erection that once again worked its way through the slit in his underwear answered his question.
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End
That’s the end of the first chapter. This should only be a three-parter. Don’t worry about the scene that you’re waiting for… That will be happening in the last chapter!
Please read and review!