Grave Touch
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Supernatural › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
1,798
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.
Grave Touch
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03- Sam Winchester/Dean Winchester slightly schmoopy kissing fic
Faggot - Nancy boy- Sissy…. Sam Winchester had heard them all and more from his brother Dean over the years.
As long as he could remember Dean had treated Sam as though he were a pink, tutu wearing pansy every time Sam had shown any glimmer of compassion or kindness in Deans presence, so tonight; when they had stepped into the old graveyard which they suspected housed a troubled spirit using dark magic to claim her victims, it had come as no surprise to Sam when Dean made disparaging remarks in regards to his expression of sympathy for said ghost.
In other words, Dean had turned to Sam and said, “Just how gay are you man?”
Sam had gaped openly at his brother for just a moment. “You know Dean….” He practically purred. “You really shouldn’t ask questions like that unless you’re sure you want to know the answer….”
Deans frown covered his whole face. His dark eyes narrowed as his forehead creased. “What is that supposed to mean Sammy?”
“Just this…” Sam hissed and suddenly he was on Dean, growling as he pushed his brother hard against a tall tombstone and smashed their mouths together so violently he tasted blood just a moment after he registered Deans gasp of astonishment and pain.
Dean Winchester felt his head reel with shock. Sam had him trapped against unforgiving stone and his baby brother seemed to be trying to chew his lips off. An insistent tongue invaded his mouth as he felt Sam’s strong fingers digging into his hips, jerking him forward until it was impossible to ignore the stiff jutting flesh that was now digging into his belly. His own cock twitched in response as his brother ground seductively against him.
Sam released Dean so abruptly that he stumbled forward and nearly fell on his face. He stood panting and glaring at his now smirking sibling.
“How gay am I Dean?” Sam’s smirk turned into a full fledged grin. “I’d say just gay enough.”
Dean goggled as Sam turned and proceeded to walk further into the cemetery, a bounce in his step and an evil little smile on his lips.
Gay enough indeed.
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03- Sam Winchester/Dean Winchester slightly schmoopy kissing fic
Faggot - Nancy boy- Sissy…. Sam Winchester had heard them all and more from his brother Dean over the years.
As long as he could remember Dean had treated Sam as though he were a pink, tutu wearing pansy every time Sam had shown any glimmer of compassion or kindness in Deans presence, so tonight; when they had stepped into the old graveyard which they suspected housed a troubled spirit using dark magic to claim her victims, it had come as no surprise to Sam when Dean made disparaging remarks in regards to his expression of sympathy for said ghost.
In other words, Dean had turned to Sam and said, “Just how gay are you man?”
Sam had gaped openly at his brother for just a moment. “You know Dean….” He practically purred. “You really shouldn’t ask questions like that unless you’re sure you want to know the answer….”
Deans frown covered his whole face. His dark eyes narrowed as his forehead creased. “What is that supposed to mean Sammy?”
“Just this…” Sam hissed and suddenly he was on Dean, growling as he pushed his brother hard against a tall tombstone and smashed their mouths together so violently he tasted blood just a moment after he registered Deans gasp of astonishment and pain.
Dean Winchester felt his head reel with shock. Sam had him trapped against unforgiving stone and his baby brother seemed to be trying to chew his lips off. An insistent tongue invaded his mouth as he felt Sam’s strong fingers digging into his hips, jerking him forward until it was impossible to ignore the stiff jutting flesh that was now digging into his belly. His own cock twitched in response as his brother ground seductively against him.
Sam released Dean so abruptly that he stumbled forward and nearly fell on his face. He stood panting and glaring at his now smirking sibling.
“How gay am I Dean?” Sam’s smirk turned into a full fledged grin. “I’d say just gay enough.”
Dean goggled as Sam turned and proceeded to walk further into the cemetery, a bounce in his step and an evil little smile on his lips.
Gay enough indeed.
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