Snow Angel

This is for me and for my fellow sufferers of exam weeks and dumb colleges.

Sequel to My Tears

Summary: The boys are stuck in the snow and they work out an issue or two.

Warnings: Wincest, sad!Dean, horny!Sam

Rating: I always say NC-17 just in case. Let's go with that for naughty talk.

Sam smiled as he looked out at the snow that covered the area around the abandoned cabin. They were lucky to stumble upon it since they didn't have the money for a motel at the moment. He stifled a laugh as he remembered how they had blown their money on junk food just for the hell of it.

He turned and looked at the wrappers laying on the table and picked up some of the jerky that was left and began to gnaw on it. He heard a sound come from the bedroom and wanted to go see if Dean was awake, but figured he'd let him figure out the dilemma on his own.

Recently, Sam and Dean had opened up to each other and Sam had made love to Dean for the first time. Since that day Dean hadn't allowed Sam to touch him. Sam frowned at the memory of the shower they had shared after their first time. He had tried to make love to the beautiful body again, but the damage from losing his virginity was just too fresh and Dean had yelped in pain whenever Sam got near him.

Even the memory of how good it had felt didn't pull Dean out of the idea that he couldn't handle having sex with Sam and sitting in a car all day.

That had been two weeks ago and Sam was getting restless. He'd wake up with a hard on to end all hard ons and grind up against Dean, but Dean would always remind them that they had to keep moving. Basically, if they were driving anywhere, they weren't fucking.

Sam looked outside again. Snowbound...we're not going anywhere today, Dean... He chuckled again as he finished the jerky and started pulling on his coat. He figured he'd go outside and get things out of the car if he could dig it out.

He walked outside and smiled, thrilled at the shimmering blanket that greeted him. He began thinking of Dean again and how they could build a fire tonight and make love. He had brought up giving Dean the chance to fuck him, but Dean refused. He seemed to prefer letting Sam lead in the bedroom and taking control on the missions instead.

Sam couldn't complain. He hated being the bottom just because of the famous Winchester sensitivity. At that thought, he frowned. Maybe I shouldn't push him...If I can't stand it, I can only imagine how he feels...

He got to the car and pulled out the duffel bag that held more clothes and more food, grinning like a kid when he saw his breath in the chilled air. I wonder if I can get Dean to help me build a fort like when we were kids... He turned and headed toward the woodpile near the door when he stopped dead in his tracks. He saw someone lying in the snow just around the corner and they weren't moving. Shit...

He dropped the duffel bag by the door and called out for Dean to help as he fell to his knees next to the person. He gasped when he realized it was his brother. He looked up and saw that the window was right above them, but that didn't explain why Dean was lying in the snow with no coat and no shoes.

Sam pulled him up and dragged him back to the cabin. After a long struggle he managed to get him to the rug in front of the fireplace. He grabbed some wood from inside and worked on the fire, hoping to get it strong enough to warm Dean up soon.

Then he grabbed the blankets off of the bed and threw them on the floor next to Dean. He pulled off Dean's sweats and socks. He would have smirked at the fact that Dean wasn't wearing briefs, but the situation was too dire for that kind of thinking...yet.

He then covered Dean with the blankets and moved the logs around a bit, causing the flames to shoot up higher and bathe the room in a comforting warmth. Sam ran outside one more time to grab the duffel bag and then began to strip once he was near Dean again.

Once he got all of his clothes off, he crawled under the blankets and held Dean close. My God...he's like ice...

Dean's lips were slightly blue and Sam began to rock his older brother, telling him to wake up, while doing everything he could to warm him up. "How long were you out there?" He groaned. The sound I heard earlier...it must have been the window. With that thought, he left Dean long enough to close the bedroom window so that they wouldn't lose any more heat from the house.

"Dean...I sat here and ate while you were freezing outside. What were you thinking? God! You're so fucking stupid! It's bad enough you used the window, but you didn't even get a coat! And shoes tend to help..."

He sighed, knowing that he was angry, but that wasn't going to help Dean wake up. He closed his eyes and just caressed Dean lovingly, continuing to warm him. "Dean? Please wake up. I'm sorry that I yelled, but you scared me. Are you that desperate to get away from me? Do you just not want to do this anymore? Dean...I love you, but if this relationship is that scary for you, then we'll end it now. I won't lose you, do you hear me? I can't..."

"Are you always this dramatic?"

Sam's eyes snapped open to be greeted by Dean looking at him with a smirk on his face. "You're awake!" He hugged him close and kissed his forehead. "You had me scared..."

"I gather." Dean moaned. "What happened anyway?"

"You don't remember?" He frowned. Dean's been talking in his sleep lately...could it have escalated into sleepwalking? He had wanted to tell Dean about their conversations at night, but he felt that it would humiliate his brother so he had stopped himself. Now it seemed urgent.

"If I remembered I wouldn't have asked." He blinked to clear the last bit of fuzziness from his vision when he felt something against his thigh. "Um...is that a fireplace poker or are you just happy to see me?"

Sam's eyes widened when he realized that he was rock hard with the newfound warmth and from just from being close to Dean. "I'm very happy to see you." He leaned down and captured Dean's mouth with his own, careful to be gentle with his lips as he slowly sucked them in one by one.

Dean sighed softly and then pulled back. "You didn't answer me."

"Mmmmm...about what?"

"What happened?"

Sam pulled himself out of his temporary delirium and shrugged. "You were outside in the snow and I found you."

Dean's brow creased in confusion. "The snow? You let me walk out into the snow?"

"No, you didn't go through the door. You went through the window."

Now Dean's eyes widened. "Seriously?"

"Yeah, seriously. I went out to get something from the car and there you were, right under the window..." He noticed the slightly scared look in Dean's eyes. He knew that someone with Dean's personality wouldn't like to know that he did anything that he wasn't aware of so he tried to change things back to something pleasant again. "You looked like a real life snow angel."

Dean rolled his eyes. "Sammy..I'm no angel."

Sam just leaned down again and brushed his lips over Dean's lashes, loving the butterfly whisper against his mouth. "You're my angel. God, Dean, do you have any idea how beautiful you are?"

At the persistent hardening against his leg, Dean smiled. "Yeah, I think I have an idea."

It was Sam's turn to roll his eyes as he moved to straddle Dean's thighs. He moved so his erection was sliding against Dean's flaccid member. "I know you want to get hard for me."

Dean shuddered and then surprised Sam by turning his face away. "Stop, okay?"

Sam immediately moved to lie beside him again. "Whoa....what's up? Talk to me."

Dean shook his head. "I don't want to talk about it, Sammy." And the truth was, Dean didn't actually know what was bothering him. Just sometimes he got spooked. The whole thing was beginning to annoy him.

"I'm sorry, Dean, but I love you and that means I worry. Don't shut me out again. We've worked too hard for this."

Dean didn't want to shut Sam out, but he didn't know what was wrong himself. So he concentrated on what he did know.

"I heard you."

"What? What do you mean?"

"Telling me how stupid I was. I wasn't sure what you were talking about. I thought it was a dream, but now that I know what happened...obviously you don't think much of me." He sat up and turned away from Sam, facing the fire.

Well fuck...I guess my mouth got me into plenty of damn trouble now. "I didn't mean it."

Dean just shrugged. "Sure you did...and you're right."

Sam sat up and wrapped the blanket around Dean's shoulders. "I wasn't right. I was scared. You're not stupid."

"Sure I am. You're the college boy, right? I just stayed with dad and now I'm the big dumb oaf you've always thought I was."

"Stop..that's not true and you know it."

"Do I? I didn't go to college, Sammy. You did. I'm too stupid to put a coat on, remember?"

Sam looked into the fire, hating to tell his brother what he knew he had to. "It wasn't your fault. I think you were sleepwalking."

Dean turned around and looked at Sam in confusion. "What? Where did that idea come from?"

Sam forced himself to meet his brother's gaze. "You've been talking in your sleep for a couple of weeks now."

Dean pulled his knees up tighter to his chest and turned away. "And you're just now telling me? What? Think I was too stupid to handle it?"

Sam shook his head in disbelief. He was really messing things up now. "Dean, it wasn't like that. I was scared that you were doing this because we made love."

At that, Dean's shoulders drooped in defeat, fearing he knew what was going on. "That's not what triggers the talking."

Sam didn't interrupt, thinking that it was odd that Dean was acting as if this had happened before.

"It's fear. When I fear abandonment or when I suffer through it...I talk about it the only way I know how...when I can't control what I say."

"You said you weren't afraid of being loved by me."

"I'm not. I think it started because Dad ignored me and then you and I made love and I didn't want to lose you. I may not think that it's a problem, but obviously my subconscious isn't convinced."

Sam nodded. "That makes sense. I hadn't thought of that." He waited for Dean to say something, but realized that his brother was finished talking at the moment. "Dean, I only went to college because of you."

Dean didn't respond, but Sam didn't think that he was owed Dean's attention considering what he had said.

"I was always the stupid one growing up and I just wanted to go somewhere with people who might consider me intelligent."

Dean turned around at that. "You thought you were stupid?"

Sam nodded. "Dean, maybe I have book smarts. That fine, but what we do...hunting...that's the important thing. It's also the most underappreciated profession, but it's vital to the survival of so many people. You know everything about it. You take risks and you don't have any hesitation in putting your life in danger for an innocent...you keep the monsters away and you destroy them so they can't hurt anyone again. What I do? It's just window dressing."

Dean brought his hand up to touch Sam's cheek. "Thanks for that, Sammy. Truthfully...I think we're both Einsteins in our own right, yeah?"

Sam smiled. "Yeah." He leaned forward, not caring that the other blanket fell off of him and kissed Dean deeply and then moved so he could look Dean in the eyes. "We're snowed in."

"No travel time..."

"Dean, we'll need to talk about your issues with-"

"Not now, okay? Right now why don't we make love like we both want."

Sam's concerns about Dean and the sleepwalking quickly disappeared with the prospects of sinking into his brother's warmth. He grabbed Dean and kissed him, plunging his tongue into Dean's mouth wanting to practically crawl through him.

Dean breathed a mental sigh of relief at avoiding the conversation and moaned as Sam attacked his mouth. Sam started to push him back on the rug, but Dean resisted and turned around more so that Sam was beneath him. He kissed Sam's neck and sucked his way down to a dusky nipple, grazing the tender flesh with his teeth.

Sam arched off the floor and was sure he was going to climax right then, but he managed to hold himself in check. He had never been so turned on that he wanted to vomit, but at the moment his stomach was demanding he fuck Dean into the floor. Just as he was about to listen to his horny inner voice, Dean looked up at him where he had just dipped his tongue into Sam's navel. "Thank you..."

Oh fuck...now he's being sweet... Sam could feel his libido calming down to normal horniness level so he could listen to what Dean was saying. "For what?" He ignored the smirk on Dean's face as his voice croaked.

"Did you really think that I was a snow angel?"

Sam grinned. "Only someone divine would have that mouth..."

Dean took a deep breath then and seemed to be focusing on something. He dipped his head and delivered one long lick right up the underside of Sam's erection.

Sam whimpered as he told himself that it was Dean's tongue on him. He began to moan as Dean kissed, licked, and sucked his way around every inch of Sam's cock. The innocence was killing him inside. Dean had definitely never done this before, but that's what made him so good. His tongue was tentative and then demanding. His sucking was gentle and then almost too hard. The variation was about to undo Sam and he figured he'd better stop Dean before it was too late. He sat up to tell Dean to stop and the sight of the beautiful man's mouth moving up and down on him sent him over the edge.

All he saw was his hard flesh against Dean's soft lips and he came so hard he was worried he might choke Dean. If it were possible, he would have cum again as he realized that Dean was swallowing every drop.

Sam let his head fall back as Dean crawled back up to lie next to him. "I liked that."

Dean laughed. "Yeah...I kind of figured that much out, Sammy."

Sam turned to look at his brother. "Do you want to...I mean you didn't..."

Dean shook his head. "No. I'll wait until you're ready."

"I know a way to speed that up." He pulled Dean so that he was on all fours. Sam stayed under him and scooted down so that Dean's erection was right above his face. He ran his hands up Dean's legs and then cupped his ass and pulled him down so he could feast on Dean's flesh.

Dean cried out as he held himself up on his hands and knees. The pleasure was making him want to collapse, but he continued to hold himself up, ready to roll to the side if his arms gave out. He felt himself moving against Sam a little as Sam also began to pull him down and move him as well. Dean groaned loudly as he came nearly hitting Sam in the face with his leg as he rolled off of him.

"Sam...that was..." He sat up and looked at Sam grinning. "What?" He looked to see that Sam was ready for another round and smiled. "Oh..." He pushed back on Sam's shoulder as he sat up. "No...I want to do something."

Dean grabbed one of the blankets and arranged it under Sam's head.

"What is this?"

Dean bit down on his lower lip briefly and then grabbed the lube from the duffel bag. "I want you to watch me...like you did when I sucked your cock into my mouth."

The words alone caused Sam's penis to twitch in anticipation. "I don't want you to wear yourself out..."

"I won't." Dean leaned back and started to touch his puckered opening with one finger while thrusting his hips into the air. He stopped long enough to apply the lube to his finger and then started playing again. Without warning he pushed his finger into himself and gasped, his eyes widening.

Sam moaned and reached for Dean, but he shook his head. "No Sam...just relax..."

Dean continued to thrust into himself adding another finger and then two. Then he stopped right as Sam was reaching for himself because the sight of his brother was becoming too much.

Dean pulled the blanket under Sam's head up a bit so that Sam wasn't flat on his back as much as he was reclined.

Sam watched as Dean lowered his gorgeous body down. Sam held on firmly to his cock and nearly whimpered as he felt Dean's slick opening nudge against the head of his penis, the lube mixing with the pre-cum. He reached over and grabbed the discarded bottle of lube, rubbing on the length of him as Dean continued lowering himself.

Sam saw the perfectly rounded ass descending and his cock disappearing inside of Dean's body. Dean took awhile getting Sam inside of him all the way. Sam wanted to hurry, but he knew that Dean was just incredibly too sensitive to ever handle fast sex. It may have seemed like forever, but it was well worth it, as he looked down to see Dean just sitting on his thighs.

"Dean, you feel so good."

Dean just watched Sam's eyes as he began moving up and down, moaning with the sensation of it. "Watch me, Sammy..."

Sam tore his eyes away from Dean's and just watched himself being fucked. He was mesmerized by the image and knew that he wouldn't hold out long. He saw Dean's hand move and watched it as it trailed down Sam's stomach to where their bodies met. Sam gulped in pleasure and was about to close his eyes when Dean gripped himself and began pumping into his own hand while still moving on Sam.

Sam watched Dean's leg muscles take over the work and knew that he had to be sore, but Dean just kept moving. Then he threw his head back and his mouth dropped open, his breath coming in quick gasps.

Sam noticed that the movement of his hips had slowed down a bit and he was making little motions to match the breaths. His hand was moving faster, though, and Sam was left feeling more like a voyeur. He began imagining that Dean did this when Sam was at college, touching himself...thinking of him...

Sam felt the growl start low in his chest, his orgasm close. He was nearly there when Dean gasped loudly and yelled, "Sam!"

Seeing Dean looking pained while cum shot over Sam's chest did him in. Sam's growl erupted from his throat as he felt his seed spill inside of the gorgeous man above him. He could barely breathe, it hit him so hard. He saw Dean pull himself off of him and flop onto his stomach near the fire, angling his hips a bit until he had completely softened.

Neither one of them said a word, but they listened to each other's breathing.

Sam smiled when he finally heard the soft snores coming from his brother. He got up and headed to the bathroom. He washed off and then took a washcloth out to clean off Dean.

He gently rubbed the washcloth over him and then stopped when Dean shuddered.

"I'm sorry." The words froze Sam where he was. Generally, Dean would just say his name and then they'd talk about nonsense for awhile until Dean sank deeper into sleep. This was the first time Dean had apologized.

Sam leaned closer to Dean and studied his face. He's so perfect... "What are you sorry for?"

"Robby said you'll go away."

Robby... Sam drew a blank on the name and tried to keep Dean talking while continuing to stroke his hip with the washcloth. "Why would I go away?"

"You already have a baby. You don't need me to be a baby, too."

Sam sat back and tossed the washcloth on the hearth. "But Dean...that's silly."

"Mommy, I can do it. Please, I'll show you."

Sam gasped, remembering how upset Dean had been the first night they had made love. He'd been devastated that he couldn't do something right and had nearly scrambled to fix things before Sam had calmed him down. Now he just had to find out what happened to upset him so badly. He was sure it had something to do with their mother's disappearance. Everything pointed to the conclusion that Dean somehow thought he had done something that caused his mother to leave, including their father's insensitive words, even though her death couldn't have possibly been the result of that. After all, he was just a kid.

"Do you always look so serious after good sex?"

Sam smiled and gazed at Dean, who had woken up. "Only when my lover falls asleep on me."

Dean grinned. "Yeah, well don't let that get around." He sat up and the two of them rearranged the blankets until they had a little nest built in front of the fire.

They curled up with each other and Sam kissed Dean gently. "You know you really are perfect, right?"

Dean shrugged. "Come on, Sammy..."

"I mean it...I love you and there's nothing that you can do that's ever going to change that, okay?"

Dean's eyes darkened with a memory, but then nodded. "Yeah, okay..." He snuggled into Sam's embrace. "I love you, too, Sam, but..."

"But what?"

He smiles. "...but I'm still no angel." He began to tickle Sam and the two of them spent the rest of the weekend trying to find out whether it was more fun to play on the sides of angels or demons.

The End

Okay, I wrote it. I'm not sure if I like it, but it was fun for me. And now I'm trying to figure out how my little story to decide if I could write Wincest became the beginning of a series...