You're my only Hope

Title: You’re my only Hope
Author: Darkestangel
Summary: Dean helps to get Sam over his dislike of Halloween
Author’s Website: www.darknessprevails.com
Comments: darkestangel@darknessprevails.com
Archive: Yes, to Supernatural archive, yes to others with permission
Warnings: WINCEST, total crack PWP fiction not to be taken seriously
Pairing: Dean/Sam
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: none
Disclaimer: Supernatural belongs to Warner Bros., Wonderland Sound and Vision, McG, Eric Kripke, and Robert Singer. I am only borrowing their characters for my own personal pleasure and no permanent harm will come to them.
Author’s Notes:
I usually write serious angst-filled stories, but I decided that I needed a change of pace.

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RoadKill Diner-Route 66-Halloween Night, 2006

“No,” Dean replied before biting into his cold fries.

“Please,” Sam pleaded looking around the mostly empty diner. “I’ll wash your clothes for a month if you do it.”

“No.”

“You know how much I hate Halloween and this would make me feel so much better about it,” Sam promised.

Dean dipped a fry in Ketchup, “I don’t think so.”

“I’ll wash the Chevy once a week for the next year,” Sam promised pushing his empty plate to the side.

“Yeah, like I’d let you touch my baby,” Dean snorted.

“I’ll massage your feet every night for a month,” Sam suggested enthusiastically.

“Tempting…but no,” Dean grinned at his determined brother.

Sam rubbed at his chin in thought, “How about I stop teasing you about thinking more with your downstairs brain than you do with your upstairs brain?”

“Looks to me like I’m not the one with that problem tonight,” Dean informed his younger brother. “Perhaps it’s contagious.”

Sam smiled up at the waitress as she dropped off their check and watched as Dean took the last drink of his chocolate shake. He watched in fascination as Dean wrapped his made for sin lips around the straw and sucked, “I’ll give you a blow job every single day for a month.”

Dean released the straw in hesitation, “Every single day?”

“Yep, and I’ll even throw in the occasional rim job in the process,” Sam leered suggestively.

“How occasional,” Dean asked in curiosity.

“Twice a week,” Sam replied.

“Five times a week,” Dean bargained.

Sam sucked on his lower lip in thought. “Three times a week.”

“Four times a week, and I want my feet massaged too,” Dean haggled.

“Fine, but you so better make it worth my effort,” Sam warned picking up the check and making his way towards the cash register.

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Two hours later

“Come on Dean! You promised me,” Sam begged through the bathroom door.

“That was before I actually looked at it,” Dean whines. “You are one sick fucker Sammy.”

“It’s not that bad Dean…I bet you look really sexy in it.”

“Do not,” Dean insisted pouting at the bathroom mirror.

“Do too,” Sam asserted trying to turn the knob on the locked bathroom door.

“Do not,” Dean whined.

“Do too baby,” Sam persisted. “Come on out and let me a take a look at you.”

“No,” Dean barked.

“Yes,” Sam smiled.

“Hell no,” Dean argued stomping his boot-clad foot on the bathroom floor.

“Please Dean.”

“Fuck off,” Dean snapped.

Sam couldn’t help but to laugh at the temper-tantrum his brother was throwing. “Dean, you’re acting like a child.”

“Don’t care,” Dean griped.

“Are you going to make me cut off blow jobs for an entire month because you can’t deliver your side of the deal?”

“I hate you Sam!” Dean growled as he slowly unlocked the bathroom door and scampered away from the door.

Sam knew Dean didn’t mean the hateful words and opened the bathroom door revealing a pouting insolent Dean sitting on the bathroom vanity. Sam took in the Halloween costume he had rented for Dean and groaned in appreciation of his brother’s fine attributes. “You look fucking hot in that outfit.”

“Do not,” Dean shamefully whispered.

“Do too baby,” Sam moaned into Dean’s ear.

“Do not,” Dean insisted pushing Sam away. “Please don’t make me do this.”

“Baby, it’s just a fantasy. There’s nothing to be ashamed of,” Sam persuasively offered. “Come on in the bedroom for me. I have everything laid out for us.”

Dean watched as Sam left the bathroom noting that Sam’s costume wasn’t nearly as humiliating. Life just wasn’t fair…what the hell had he been smoking when he had agreed to this shit?

Dean reluctantly stepped out of the bathroom aware that Sam was watching his every move. “What do you want me to do?”

“Get on your knees and say it,” Sam offered.

Dean walked awkwardly over towards his brother in white leather boots. The long silk dress he wore wrapped itself around his ankles, “How the hell do girls deal with this shit?”

Sam smiled lovingly at Dean, “Be glad I didn’t make you wear the matching stockings.”

Dean pulled up the white dress a bit as he sunk down to his knees, “I am so going to get you back for this Sam.”

“Blow jobs and rimming for a month Dean…come on, you know it’s worth it,” Sam replied watching as Dean adjusted the brown wig on his head. “Here, let me do that for you,” Sam offered as he grabbed the buns full of fake hair that covered his brother’s ears. “It’ll give me something to hang onto while I fuck your mouth.”

Dean ran his hands up the soft kaki-colored pants that covered Sam’s legs, “You’re such a romantic.” His hands continued to explore until he had reached the waistband of Sam’s loose fitting costume reaching into grab at his brother’s obvious hardness.

Sam slapped Dean’s hand away, “You have to say it Dean.”

“Come on Sam, just let me suck you for a little bit and then you can fuck me,” Dean begged trying to take off the dark brown utility belt that was located at Sam’s hips.

“I’m going to do that, but first you have to say it or the deal is off,” Sam warned.

“Fine,” Dean sighed. He placed his hands back at the waistband of Sam’s pants and looked up into Sam’s eyes, “Help me Obi-Wan Kenobi, you’re my only hope.”

“You want my help Princess Leia?” Sam asked huskily trying not to laugh.

Dean began pushing Sam’s Jedi pants down to his knees. “Yes Master Kenobi. I need your help…I need your lightsaber and your special Jedi talents.”

“You want my big lightsaber to do what Princess?” Sam playfully asked.

Dean stared enthralled at Sam’s swollen cock licking his lips, “I need it to penetrate the defenses of the Empire.”

“Well, it’s been days since I’ve had to do such dangerous work,” Sam smiled. “Perhaps you could help me to get my lightsaber warmed up?”

“If you think it will help Master Kenobi,” Dean teased as he licked the thick mushroom head of Sam’s cock. “You have such a large saber Master. I bet even Master Yoda has problems beating you when you duel.”

Sam felt his knees go weak as Dean sucked his entire length into his hot wet mouth, “Master Yoda has nothing on me, but you need to get my saber all hard and wet if you hope for me to penetrate the defenses of the Empire.”

Dean deep-throated his brother’s shaft enjoying the soft whimpers and moans coming from Sam’s mouth, and truth be told, despite the kinkiness of the costumes Dean was glad to see Sam enjoying Halloween for a change.

“You have a talented mouth Princess. Where exactly did you learn how to suck sabers like that?”

Dean let Sam’s cock pop out of his mouth, “I learned everything from my brother Master Kenobi.”

“Did you now? That’s very kinky.” Sam asked while pulling Dean to his feet. “Why don’t you show me everything this brother of yours taught you?” Sam led Dean over to the dresser and pushed his torso down onto the dresser, “Did your brother ever impale you with his saber?”

Dean reached back and pulled up the white silk dress slowly revealing his naked hips and plump ass cheeks, “Every chance he got.”

Sam stared at Dean’s perfect ass and felt his cock jump in enthusiasm, “I bet he did.” Sam grabbed the lube he had placed earlier on the dresser, unfastened his utility belt, and pulled apart his soft kaki tunic so that he could get a better view of the upcoming action. “So, you wouldn’t mind if I did a little exploration of my own?”

Dean reached back, spread his ass cheeks apart, and poked his index finger inside his own heat, “Explore away Master Kenobi.”

Sam was so surprised at Dean’s blatant actions that he squirted half the bottle of lube on his hand before he even realized it. “Damn, look what you made me do.”

Dean looked over his shoulder and smiled at the mess he found covering Sam’s hands and stomach. “I thought a Jedi would have better control than that.”

Sam took off his tunic and rubbed his hands on the thin material, “We’ll have to take this to a drycleaner.” Sam continued watching as Dean prepped himself with one finger and he slowly inserted one of his own fingers inside his brother’s velvety heat.

Dean moaned when he felt their fingers side-by-side together inside him, “That feels so good Master Kenobi…I bet your lightsaber is humming in anticipation, isn’t it?”

Sam reached around and found Dean’s dick just as hard and aching, “Looks like I’m not the only one.” Sam pulled out his finger and pulled Dean’s out as well, “Hold your ass apart so I can go exploring your nether regions Princess.”

Dean reached back around and once again pulled his cheeks apart exposing his lube-slicked hole to Sam’s view, “Fuck me Obi-Wan Kenobi.”

Sam couldn’t help but to laugh at Dean’s antics as he began pushing inside Dean’s tightness even as his body shook with laughter. “You are so bad Dean…say it again.”

Dean felt the burn of Sam’s invasion and tried to relax, “”Fuck me Obi-Wan Kenobi, you’re my only hope.”

Sam pushed past Dean’s resisting sphincter and slid fully inside Dean’s willing body, “Your only hope at what baby?”

“My only hope if I want to cum,” Dean moaned. “You always make me cum so hard…come on, give it to me.”

Sam pushed the white silky dress up his brother’s body exposing Dean’s naked back, “You’re an eager little Princess, aren’t you?”

“Yes, give it to me good Master Kenobi!” Dean felt Sam shift and now his prostate was being stimulated with each thrust. He let go of his ass and grabbed onto his own leaking cock. “Fill me with your Jedi juices!”

Sam held onto Dean’s hips as he rode the pliant body underneath him to sheer ecstasy, “Cum for me Princess….shoot that load all over your fucking hand.”

Without hesitation, Dean exploded into an orgasm so powerful that he thought that his spine would snap in two and he was pretty sure that the grip he had on the dresser would leave a permanent indention. “Fuck me! Give me a Jedi probe any day!”

Sam roared in agreement as he blasted his seed into Dean’s body knowing that even the Death Star would have been destroyed by its intensity. “Damn, I hope that didn’t blow a hole in something.”

Dean could practically taste Sam’s cum in his mouth, “Were you trying to rupture my colon with that load?”

Sam helped Dean to his feet taking the Leia wig off of Dean’s head, “You were just too fucking hot in this outfit.”

Dean pulled the silky dress off over his shoulders, “Next Halloween I get to pick the costumes.”

Sam slipped out of his Jedi costume smiling, “Okay, but it better not be a Hobbit or something worse.”

Dean walked into the bathroom to turn on the shower, “I have you know that some of those Hobbits are hot…oh, and don’t forget you owe me blow jobs and rimming for an entire month.”

Sam followed Dean into the bathroom looking at Dean’s naked ass, “What a horrible month it’ll be…I can’t imagine anything worse than having to be near that ass on a daily basis.”

Dean stepped inside the shower and waited for Sam to join him, “By the way, did you use our real names when you rented those costumes?”

Sam rubbed his hands through Dean’s wet hair. “No, why?”

“So…we could keep them if we wanted to, right?” Dean asked sheepishly.

Sam bent down and kissed Dean tenderly, “So you want to play Obi-Wan Kenobi next time?”

“Hell no, I told you I wanted another Jedi probe,” Dean began. “Besides, if you ever dress up as Princess Leia it will be the hot little number from ‘Return of the Jedi’, and I will totally be Han Solo tapping that ass.”


I warned you it was crack fiction with absolutely no redeeming qualities. I’m almost ashamed that I even posted it.

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