Three's Company

Three’s Company
Word Count: 3982
Summary: On a hunt for some vampires, Sam and Dean meet an interesting stranger.
A/N: You need to know that there was a character named Oz in Buffy. Oz was a werewolf who left Sunnydale to learn to control the animal within.
Disclaimer: Not mine, don’t sue
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It was already dark as Sam and Dean pulled into the campground, and the temptation was great to go find a hotel for the night. A hotel meant a real bed, it meant relatively private showers, it meant AC... But all the signs pointed to this campground having a problem with vampires, and neither of them wanted to take a risk on someone else dying just so that they could take it easy tonight.

Dean went in to pay for the spot. The girl behind the counter was almost pathetically happy that customers were checking in, and her next words confirmed it. "Feel free to take any spot you like. We don't have anyone else here." And that was wrong - it was the middle of summer, the campground should have been packed, not empty.

Making idle chitchat while she ran his credit card - Huminski was the name today - he flirted a little and when she handed the card back he asked, "What time do you get off?" She was cute, and so obviously bored that Dean almost felt like he had to try.

"My boyfriend is picking me up at seven," she answered just as Sam came through the door.

Ignoring the chuckles coming from his brother, Dean picked up a map of the campground and pretended nonchalance, and not like he'd just been turned down so quick. "So, anywhere, huh?"

"Yep."

"Thanks for your help." He grabbed the still-laughing Sam by his arm and dragged him out of the little office. "Not one word."

"How about two? Shot down?" Sam snickered and then put on a face of fake calm as Dean spun on him.

"Let's just go get our tent up, okay?" Dean was grateful for the dark, which hid his blush. He didn't care when he got nowhere with a girl, but to strike out in front of his little brother was still embarrassing.

Thankfully, Sam had learned some discretion in the last few years, and he went along fairly quietly, sliding into the car and pointing out the line of sites furthest out. "Those are right next to the tree line, and according to the papers, that's where the campers have been disappearing."

Dean nodded and steered the car around a gaping pothole in the middle of the road. "So, that would be where we'd want to set up, then?"

"Yeah." A few seconds later, Dean pulled up and parked the car. The two of them slid out of the car and smoothly went about setting up a camp. The tent was small, but serviceable, and with their sleeping bags, fairly comfortable. Then Sam started a fire while Dean took care of the most important thing - weapons.

Both of them had their guns, of course, but they were fairly useless against vampires. That meant stakes, holy water, and placed right at the entrance of the tent, a machete. Once everything was in place, it was time to eat.

Sam was cooking tonight - hot dogs and potato chips. Of course, cooking was kind of a generous word for what was being done to those poor dogs... "Hey! I don't want mine black, okay?"

He swore and snatched the sticks out of the fire. "Goddamn it, Dean - you're the one who knows all this stuff."

"Not because Dad and I didn't try to teach you, Sammy boy."

"How about some dirt with your hot dog?" Sam asked sweetly.

"Okay, okay, Sam. Hand over the dog and no one gets hurt." Sam looked mutinous, like he might dump it in the dirt anyway, but he gave Dean the hot dog.

They ate quietly, talking casually, but their eyes never stopped moving over the tree line, which is how the sound of a vehicle surprised them. Sam stood up, watching the ratty van pull in as Dean kept an eye on the trees.

"Nice evening,” Sam called out as the driver stepped out. He looked to be about 5'4" or so, and his hair... Sam did a double take. His hair was green. Not typically what you found in a campsite.

"Yep," the guy grunted as he went around to the back of the van. Instead of pulling out a tent, though, the guy just left the doors open to the night air and set about starting his own fire.

Shrugging, Sam turned his attention back to Dean and the fire. "Not very friendly," Dean observed quietly. "Think he could be our guy?"

"Don't know. We'll just keep an eye out." Both of them settled back against the log that had probably been put there for just this purpose. It took an effort to keep from making their repeated glances over into the other campsite obvious, but the new guy seemed oblivious, heating up something on a camp stove and then climbing into the van.

It was something of a surprise, then, when he came out a moment later, carrying a guitar. "Do you mind?" he called over, his voice pleasant.

They both shrugged, and Dean called back, "No, it's fine."

He didn't play anything in particular, just noodling around on the guitar, but it was pleasant sounding, and eventually Sam turned to Dean. "I think it's time for one of us to get some shut eye. Flip for it?"

"Nah. I'm good. Why don't you get some sleep if you can, and I'll wake you in a couple of hours?" Dean really wanted to listen some more, and it was a nice evening. Besides, maybe Sam would get some real sleep if it was early enough.

Nodding, Sam crawled into the tent and within minutes was curled up on top of one of the bags, out cold.

Dean sat for a while longer, listening for sounds of Sam having one of his nightmares, but all he could hear was the guitar from the next campsite and the soft sounds of Sam breathing. Eventually he stood up and dusted off the seat of his jeans. Walking to the invisible line separating the two sites, he stood and watched the guy play.

When he noticed, he stopped. "Hey."

"Hey there. You're pretty good on that thing."

"Lots of practice." He stood up with an easy grace and crossed to where Dean was standing, holding out a hand. "Oz."

"Hi, Oz. I'm Dean, and my brother Sam's the one in the tent."

"Nice to meet you. Sorry about earlier. Tired from the road."

Dean nodded. "I hear that. I didn't mean to interrupt. I'll get out of your hair." Without realizing it, Dean's gaze drifted upward to the green hair.

"Hey, chicks dig it. Don't knock it." But Oz was grinning, like he knew exactly the kinds of things that Dean was probably thinking. Then he lifted his head, like he was sniffing. He cocked his head and shot a strange look at Dean. "But it's getting late and I should crash out for a while. Thanks for the audience."

That was odd Dean thought as he agreed and walked back to the fire pit. Oz disappeared inside his van, and there came the sounds of someone settling in for the night. Well, that's one way to avoid paying for hotel rooms.

He watched the woods in the darkness for a while, but nothing was moving, and by the time Sam started to gasp and thrash, it was time for them to switch off anyway. As he bent down to wake Sam, though, a weight hit his back, and yanked on his collar.

Grunting, he called, "Sam," and fought to spin around so he could face his attacker. Whoever it was had a good grip, though, and he was being pulled backwards. "Sam!"

He could hear Sam wake up, and the gasp as he took in the situation. "Dean, drop!"

Dean did just that, letting his body weight force the issue. He heard his t-shirt rip and then a roar as a gun went off above his head. His attacker gasped and recoiled backwards, which gave Sam a chance to get to his feet and run to Dean's side, stakes at the ready. Spinning on his knees, Dean looked as well.

It had been a teenage girl, and she was thoughtfully fingering the hole that Sam's glock had left in her shirt. Behind her... oh, shit, thought Dean, we could be in real trouble here, because there were at least fifteen more behind her.

Then Oz climbed out of his van, and Dean swore. "Shit, Oz, get down!" but it was too late - three of the vampires broke off and started to circle him. Before he could do anything, one of them grabbed Oz and was dragging him off.

Dean jumped to his feet and tried to plough through the remaining vampires, trying to get to the civilian, only to hear growling that made the hair on the back of his neck go up. Sam managed to duck under his arm and dust the vampire that would have grabbed him in that moment, and then shoved him. "Man, get with the program - time to kill some vampires!"

He shook his head, and then turned his attention to fighting them off, killing as many as they could. Dust filled the air, and they had just put down the last one when the growling got louder, and it pulled his attention back to the tree line just in time to see two vampires running, followed by... "Holy shit! What is that thing?" Sam exclaimed.

It didn't really matter, as it was chasing the two vampires, and as they watched, it caught one and ripped its head off. The second was so busy watching behind it that it didn't even notice that he was running straight into Sam, who caught it and held it just long enough for Dean to swing the machete, beheading the thing in one stroke.

The creature stopped, then, sitting on its haunches and looking at the two of them. It whined, deep in its throat, and then backed off. Sam whispered to Dean, "I don't get it - why isn't it attacking?"

Dean shrugged, still watching it carefully. He was as confused as Sam, especially once the creature laid down on the ground, still watching them. Then it closed its eyes, sighed, and gave a shudder, leaving Oz lying in its place, naked.

"Holy shit! Oz!" Dean exclaimed, and went over, offering his hand. Oz took it and used it to pull himself to his feet. He was completely unselfconscious, standing there nude, but Dean felt like he couldn't figure out where to look.

"Let me -" and Oz gestured towards his van. Dean nodded, and then belatedly let go of his hand, so that he could go get dressed.

Within a few minutes, Oz was back out, clothed in cargo pants and hoodie. "Hell on the clothes."

"What -"

But Sam cut in. "You're a werewolf, aren't you?" Dean stared from Sam to Oz and back again, waiting for a denial that didn't come.

Nodding, he silently agreed. Then Oz cocked his head and looked at the two of them, and sniffed the air again. "You're hunters."

"No! Well, yes, but we're not hunting you... unless you eat people?" Dean fumbled, trying to explain himself and failing. So weird - he didn't usually have a problem, but the reality was that normally they would be hunting Oz for being a werewolf. It had never really occurred to him that one would help them.

"Nope, no people. Don't usually need to change at all, but, well..." And Oz gestured off towards the woods that had concealed the vampire nest. Dean nodded.

Sam looked from one to the other, and then shrugged. "Do you know if there are any more still out there?"

"Not that I can tell, but I've been wrong before. I plan to hang around for a day or so and make sure."

Dean jumped in before Sam could say anything. "Yeah, that sounds like a good idea. Unless you mind us staying?"

Oz shook his head, his mouth quirking up. Sam shook his head and then said softly to Dean, "I'm going to go catch some more sleep, okay?"

Dean nodded to him, and watched as Sam crawled into the tent and curled up in the blankets. He didn't even realize that Oz had moved closer until he spoke up. "He okay?"

"Yeah, he'll be fine." Raising his voice slightly, so that Sam could hear, he added, "He's just a big pussy." A soft laugh responded from the tent, and Dean could see Sam flipping him off.

"Okay." And Oz turned to go back to his own camp. For whatever reason, though, Dean wanted... something.

"Wait!" He turned back and looked at Dean curiously. "Do you - Want to just hang out for a while? I've got too much energy to sleep. Thought maybe we could go over there and... talk."

"Won't we keep Sam awake?" Oz asked, nodding towards the tent. Then he licked his lips, and Dean realized just how badly he needed to get laid.

"No, when he sleeps, he sleeps hard. Short of setting off a bomb in the tent, he'll sleep right through it."

Oz didn't say anything, just nodded. Turning, he went back to his campsite and settled on the log next to the fire, poking it up.

Dean settled on the ground next to him, staring into the flames. He'd gotten kind of far away when Oz asked, "So, you two lovers?"

"What? No! Sam's my brother!" It wasn't the first time that someone had made that mistake, but the tiny twist in Dean's stomach never got any better when he denied it, a little voice that said, Maybe there's something to this.

"Ah,” Oz stared at him for a minute longer, and then turned back to the fire. "I wondered why you smelled alike."

Not gonna ask. Not gonna ask. Aw, hell. "Smell alike?"

"Gun oil and sweat. Fear and pain and excitement." There was a pause, and then Oz finished, flatly, "Lust."

Dean had been with him right up to that point. "Lust?" he responded, voice cracking.

Oz didn't elaborate, just nodded, staring at the fire. Dean sat back hard, trying to think. He had to admit his thoughts about his little brother weren't exactly virtuous to start with. But there was no way that Sam shared them, even though Dean knew that he didn't always keep his interest on the girls. "Maybe he was reacting to you?" he muttered, trying to fit the pieces together.

"If you say so,” Oz’s voice was doubting, and Dean turned to look at him.

He didn't look like he doubted that Sam found him attractive. In fact, Oz seemed well aware of - and amused by - the fact that apparently both Winchester boys had been entertaining less than chaste thoughts about him. Dean stepped down ruthlessly on what he might have doubted instead, and leaned towards Oz, hesitantly.

Oz smiled and leaned forward as well, and their lips met with a soft sound. Dean was cautious, though, and didn't try to deepen the kiss until Oz opened his mouth for him. Then he came up on his knees, hands tangling in Oz's short hair, and kissing him hard and deep.

The taste was hot and wild, spicy and fierce. Dean wasn't surprised to find himself struggling for dominance in the kiss, or that Oz would pull up his shirt to knead the muscles in his back.

He was surprised when Oz broke the kiss to spin and stare over his shoulder at the other campsite. When Dean knelt up to look over Oz, he saw Sam standing at the entrance of their tent, watching them.

Dean started to back off, move away from Oz, but was stopped by Oz's grip on his arm. "Sam? Why don't you come over?"

He held his breath as Sam hesitated, but then had to push back from Oz and take a deep breath to keep control as Sam walked over and sat down next to Oz on the log. The struggle got worse as Oz tugged Sam forward and kissed him.

For a long time, Dean was content to just watch the two of them, but then Oz's hand sought out his hair, tugging him forward, and for the first time since they were kids, he was kissing his brother. It started chaste, simply lips pressing to lips, but then Oz joined in, and the three of them were kissing. It was awkward, and messy, and so fucking hot that Dean couldn't breathe.

When they finally stopped, Dean couldn't help staring at his brother in shock. He'd wanted this - wanted it so badly - but he'd never been willing to admit it to himself, much less his brother. From the look on his brother's face - like he'd just been smacked with a two-by-four - he was having a similar revelation.

Sam spoke up for the first time. "Maybe, uh, we should take this inside somewhere?"

Oz grinned and stood up, holding out his hands to both brothers and pulling them to their feet with a strength out of proportion to his size. "My van is right here, guys. And it's bigger than your tent."

The three of them climbed in the back door, kneeling in the back of the full-sized van, and Oz pulled the doors shut. For a long moment, the three of them stared at each other, then Sam and Dean both nodded and turned their attentions to Oz.

Sam went high, pulling Oz in for a kiss. Dean went low, tackling the heavy belt that he was wearing and tugging down his jeans. Oz was hard, and Dean ran his tongue in a straight line up from his heavy sac to the very tip.

Oz moaned and went still under the dual assault. Dean glanced up at Sam and saw good humor and lust in his eyes. Turning his attention back to the cock in front of him, he licked and sucked till Oz couldn't keep still, twisting and moaning, a hand in Dean's hair. Finally, Dean pulled back, going back to watching his brother kiss Oz like he needed it more than he needed air.

When Sam pulled back, Oz chased after his mouth with a sobbing, hitching breath, but Sam stopped him with a hand on his shoulder. "What do you want, Oz?"

Taking a shuddering breath, Oz visibly brought himself back under control, and then smiled at each of them in turn. "I think... maybe there could be some serious sex going on, but for that to happen I think we all need to lose some clothes."

Dean nodded and struggled back to his knees, only to stop, mouth dry, as Sam dropped his jeans. He'd seen his brother naked many times, but he'd never seen him hard and fuck, he was beautiful.

When Sam looked back at him, Dean shook his head and started working on getting out of his far-too-tight jeans. Once they were all naked, Oz crouched down and took a dick in each hand. Grinning, he looked up and said, "So many possibilities..."

Tentatively, Dean reached over to Sam and pulled him close, kissing him softly. Sam moaned and deepened the kiss, leaving Dean panting and disoriented, only coming back when the hand on his cock stopped moving.

Turning his attention back to Oz, he kissed him and ran one hand all the way down his back to the cleft of his ass. At the intake of breath from Sam, he turned to look at him. "Sammy?"

Sam was playing with his own cock, his eyes locked on Dean's hand. "Fuck, that's hot."

Oz smiled. "You want to watch? Or you want me to be the filling in a sandwich?"

Clutching at the base of his dick, Sam moaned. "Oh, god, yeah."

Dean couldn't breathe, couldn't think. His mind was filled with images of Sam, lying on his back, letting Oz fuck him, of fucking Sam through Oz. Oz looked at Dean and gave another one of those secretive little smiles, like he knew exactly what he was thinking.

Turning away, Oz bent over a small bag at the side of the van and pulled out a bottle and a strip of condoms. Tossing them on the mattress that filled the back of the van; he looked from one to the other.

Sam made the first move, picking up the bottle and looking at it, then tossing it to Dean. Dry mouthed, he opened it and slicked up two of his fingers while Sam laid down. Oz knelt over Sam and reached around for the bottle. Dean had to think before he could hand it to Oz, who looked at him hard before pouring some out on his own hand.

Legs spread, Sam locked his eyes on Dean as Oz started to prepare him, fingers sliding easily into his opening. Dean shook his head and knelt behind Oz, sliding his own fingers back into that hidden cleft, circling his opening and slicking it, before sliding one finger in. He was hot, and tight, and Dean groaned, wanting into that heat.

It felt like forever, but it couldn't have been more than a couple of minutes before Oz turned back to him from the careful attention he'd been paying to his brother. "Ready?"

Dean nodded, letting Oz take the lead as he got a rubber and slid it into place, slathering slick over top. Sam lifted his legs, pulling them back to his chest, and Oz lined up his cock and pressed it home. Dean hesitated, looking at the pretty picture they made before Oz looked at him and said in a strained voice, "Now, Dean."

Shifting over behind Oz, he got his own rubber in place and then he was sliding into that tight heat. He moaned, eyes practically rolling back at the feeling.

It took them a few minutes to figure out how to move, but once they did, it was like nothing Dean had ever felt before. The voices of the three men braided together, making their own sort of music that just added to all the other sensations.

Every stroke felt like sliding into heaven, and it was a fight to pull back out. Oz had Sam practically folded double, kissing him, and Dean licked his own lips, wishing that he could taste Sam's.

Not surprisingly, Oz was the one who said, "Oh, fuck, I'm gonna c-come...” Sam took his dick in hand and started stroking it, and Dean couldn't help it, he slammed into Oz hard, feeling and hearing Sam grunt as Oz went even deeper.

Oz thrust once, twice, three times and then froze, his passage clenching hard around Dean's dick. Somehow, he managed to hold back until Sam was coming, but then he couldn't take anymore, and with a cry, he came hard, shaking and shuddering for a long time after.

He pulled out with a groan, and then had to laugh as Sam swore at the sensation of Oz sliding free. They arranged themselves on the mattress, and Dean closed his eyes with a sigh.

Sleep was slow to come, though. Dean wasn't sure why - he was exhausted between the fight earlier and then the sex, but he just couldn't settle down. The fourth time he turned over, Oz sighed and turned to face him. "Switch with me?"

"Um, okay." Oz crawled over him carefully, and Dean rolled so he was against Sam, who promptly curled around him, letting out a small snore.

Comfortable at last, Dean finally relaxed. He wasn't sure what was going to happen tomorrow, but he'd come closer to finally getting his number one unnamed fantasy, and that was worth being happy about.