Phantom Traveler

This story takes place in the episode Phantom Traveler while the plane is already in the air. Enjoy.

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“Dude, stop squirming already.”
“I’m doing what I can Sammy.” He hissed, clenching to the armrests hard enough to make his knuckles go white.
“Sam.” He corrected, more by habit than anything else.

He was way too busy trying not to crack up to actually be bothered by the pet name. Dean let out a muffled cry as they hit some turbulence. Sam laughed and laughed, throwing his head back and holding his sides. This would usually have earned him to be wacked in the head, but seeing his brother having this much fun made him forget about his fear and his anger for a few moments. Sam hadn’t been smiling a lot lately. In fact, he hadn’t been doing anything much but being silent and depressed. Now, he could get it was hard losing someone you loved, he had been there, but jeez, no need to slowly let yourself drift away.

“I just can’t believe you’re afraid of flying. You, the big tough guy.” He teased, laughing some more.
“Plane crashes. I’m afraid of plane crashes and knowing for a fact that this plane is going to crash is not helping.”

The woman sitting in front of them rose in her seat at stared at them with wide eyes. Sam rolled his eyes at Dean, giving him the great-look-at-what-you-did-now look and turned his attention to the lady. To her, he gave the don’t-worry-everything-will-be-just-fine-and-I-could-tell-you-you’ll –die-in-five-second-and-make-it-all-sound-peachy smile and said:

“Don’t listen to him. He’s a little bit deranged. What he has in good looks, he lacks in brains.”

The smaller man glared at him, but decided to shut up, not wanting to end up with an hysteric woman on board. The charming puppy face and smile must have worked, because the lady sat back down in her seat, forgetting all about her fear of something bad happening. Sam had this gift of being able to ease people down. One smile, a few words and everything was peachy.

“Now, that was brilliant.” He hissed at him, a little smile still hanging on his pale lips.

Dean scoffed and crossed his hands over his stomach, playing with his ring. He was trying like hell to stay put, but it was as if his legs were possessed.

“Dude, stop kicking me.”
“Not my fault if your legs are all in my space Sasquatch.”

This earned his a nudge in the ribs, but he kept quiet. He didn’t want Sam to get all girly on him and want to talk about emotions and the roots of his fear and yada yada yada. He loved his brother, but he sometimes acted like the most annoying of girls.

“Dean!” he said, trying to get him to stop squirming.
“I’m trying, I’m trying!” he growled, sinking deeper in his seat.
This flight was going to be long, terribly long.
“That’s it. Get up.”
“What did I do?”
“Get up.” He insisted, whispering not to attract attention anymore than they had done with the whole plane crashing thing.
“What- Why?”
“Just get up, will you?” he insisted, shoving him into the alley.

Dean had no choice but to comply and let his brother push him all the way down to the back of the plane.

“Sorry sir, but you’ll have to go back to your seats. The seat belt sign is on.”
“But, we-“
“Please go back to your seats.”

Sam gave her the best charming smile he had. Dean usually handled these situations, but he was too busy leaning against the wall and trying not to fall face first on the rug. It must have worked because she blushed slightly and started heading up the alley.

“Don’t be too long.” She said before turning her attention back to the other passengers, the blush still hanging on her cheeks.

Guess he’s not the only one for whom that works he thought.

“Would you stop it already!” he muttered between clenched teeth as he went back to pushing him towards the end of the plane.

Sam smiled at him, but not one of those cute listen-to-me-I’ll-make-it-all-better smile. This smile he had only seen a few times and frankly, he didn’t know what to make of it.

“Get in there.” He said, pointing at the tiny bathroom.

Dean cracked one up, pats in the back and all and started heading back to his seat. Sam grabbed his jacket and pushed him unceremoniously into the tiny space.
“Watch the coat bro.” He grunted, bumping against the sink.
As he looked back out, hesitating between being pissed or vaguely amused, the bigger man showed clear intention of getting in with him.

“Hey, no way dude. We’re never going to fit in here. I can hardly move-“

But before he could even finish his sentence, Sam was squeezing his way in.

“Sammy.” He managed to grunt as he was pressed against the mirror, the sink painfully digging into his ass.

The door closed and his brother locked it. Dean tried pushing him, not being able to breathe at all. Sam must of seen his face changing color because he shifted his position, relieving the pressure on his brother’s chest. The smaller man coughed and hit him in the shoulder.

“What’s the idea of cramping the both of us in here dude?” he asked, sitting on the sinks edge rather than letting it dig into his thighs.
“Shhh.” He whispered, locking his dark green eyes to his.
“Don’t shhh me Sammy.” He answered, trying to get his arms into an okay and not so bending them in ways they can’t position.
“Sam.” He replied, shifting his position too and cupping his brother’s neck.
“What are you doing?” he asked, his heart skipping a beat.

The taller man smiled faintly, his gaze brushing down his features. His big pretty eyes, his pointy nose, his strong jaw.

“I’m helping you relax. I don’t want you to be nervous.”
“I don’t think my being nervous is the priority here.”

Sam shook his head slightly and caressed his throat with a thumb.

“It’s your job to keep my ass alive. I need you sharp.” He kidded, mimicking his brother’s tone and intonation, a cute grin on his lips.

Dean had always thought he had a pretty mouth. And those eyes, hmmm, so dark and deep. He grunted weakly as his thumb moved up to rest on his jaw line, holding his chin in a slight upward angle.

“So, what are you planning to do to make me relax?” he asked shyly, not knowing what else to do.

Now, this was a first. Sam couldn’t remember seeing his brother acting this way with him. He felt something stir in the bottom of his stomach. Dean was precious to him. The thought of losing him was enough to make tears creep up in his eyes.

“I was thinking of something in the line of talking to you.” He whispered, caressing his jaw line slowly.
“Not a chick flick moment I hope.” He answered, spreading his legs even further apart as the bigger man moved a bit and pressed up against him.
“No. Just a little talk.”

Dean smirked and gathered the few cells still working in his brain to say:

“And you’re planning on holding my face like this the whole time?”

Sam smiled too and shook his head slowly. He couldn’t actually have any clear thoughts at the moment either. He was too busy looking at his big brother’s full lips just thinking of how delicious they would probably be against his own. Dean let his hands rest on Sam’s waist, smiling a little as he shuddered under his touch. He was doing a pretty good job at making him forget about his fear of flying because at the very moment the only thing he could hear was his heart beating hard in his ears and all he could feel was Sam’s breath on his lips. He leaned a little closer, one of his hands letting go of his jaw and moving up to caress his hair slowly.

Dean leaned into the touch and trapped his bottom lip under his teeth. He’d always wondered how it would be to be touched in this manner by these huge paws. Another of his lifelong questions was answered as his brother leaned even closer and brushed his pale lips against his. Sam had figured that now was a onetime chance, him being defenceless and all. After all, it wasn’t everyday that Dean was this vulnerable; this human. He usually acted like the big macho guy.

The smaller man grunted and for a moment Sam was sure he’d push him away and ask him what the hell was wrong with him, but he only pulled him closer. Dean pushed his tongue pass his slightly parted lips and finally got to know what he tasted like.

“What about Jessica?” he asked when Sam pulled back, the need for air becoming intolerable.

He saw a flash of sadness cross his brother’s eyes and bitterly regretted the question.

“I’m sorry Sammy. I didn’t mean to-“

He shut him up with a kiss.

“I loved Jessica and believe me, just hearing her name hurts, but I love you too Dean.”
“Of course you do Sam. I love you too, but-”
“Not in that way Dean, he whispered, his green eyes locked to his, I love you.”

Dean blushed, badly. This half amused, half scared his brother. He was about to move back a little, interpreting his silence as reject. The smaller man grunted and held him close by wrapping his arms around him.

“I love you too.” He whispered, muzzling at his long neck.

Having received a punch wouldn’t have stunned him more.

“Really?”

Dean grinned and nodded, Sam reminding him of a cute little puppy real bad in this moment. Moments later, they lips were locked together once again, Sam pressing him against the mirror and holding his head still with his big hands. Dean grunted and pushed him away gently as he pawed at his thighs, slowly making his way to his crotch.

“As much as I want this Sam, and I really do, this is neither the time nor the place.”
“What ever do you mean?” he teased in his best innocent voice, making him tilt his head back in order to suck at his neck.
The smaller man shuddered and squeezed his hoodie.
“Dude, this plane is going to crash in less than two hours and, to top it all, people saw us, the both of us, coming in here.”
“Don’t tell me you, the macho watcho, have never had a fantasy about fucking in a very private yet very public place.” He teased, letting his hands slide under his shirt to caress his slightly tanned skin.

All he got as an answer was a grunt and a squeeze of his hips by Dean’s legs.

“Besides, if you’re worried about the trouble we could get in, well, there won’t be any.
Everyone will forget about this when the shit hits the fan.”

His brother let out a little laugh at hearing him use this expression. It wasn’t exactly Sam-like.

“I’ll have to trust you on that one.” He replied, unzipping his hoodie.

Sam grinned and worked on getting Dean out of his jacket, but with no great success.

“Guess you’ll have to keep it on.” He said, deception pointing through his voice.

Dean grinned and managed to pull Sam’s off with no great trouble. Seeing his brother’s large shoulders, his muscled chest and stomach made his own stomach tie in a knot. He purred and licked at a collar bone, the scent of Sam’s skin making him close his eyes in delight. His brother let is big hands trail down his chest, well, on what he could reach in the tiny space. He wanted to have Dean, but this tiny space was in no way appropriate for a first time. He smiled slightly, thinking his brother would make fun of these romantic thoughts if he could hear them.

“Sam.” He whispered, working at his belt.

He snapped out of it and kissed him softly.

“Take your pants off.” He said, not being able to do it himself.
“No freakin’ way. I’m not sitting my naked ass on this sink.”

Sam grinned and nodded. This was defendable. He wouldn’t sit on it bare assed either.

“Not my problem if you get come on them then.” He teased, untying his jeans.

Dean smirked and did the same to him, letting his baggy pants drop to the floor along with his boxers. He had always wondered what grown up Sam’s dick would look like and there it was, hard, big, very happy to see him and very very real. He licked his full lips before turning his attention back to his face. He pulled him closer, feeling the incredible urge to taste his lips again.

“Sam.” He purred, freeing his own manhood from his pants.

It was his turn to look at his member, licking his lips slowly. It was as pretty as the rest of Dean and might he say that what he sometimes lacked in brains had been compensated for generously. He gasped and locked his dark eyes to Dean’s as he caressed his member with a tentative hand. He had dreamed of touching him in this manner for so long and now it was happening.

“Dean.” He purred as an answer, muzzling at his neck and wrapping a big hand around his throbbing member too.

They caressed each other slowly. By now, the whole being scared of planes was way out of his mind. All that existed in this very moment was Sam’s breath on his skin and his hands on him.

“You should patent this technique of yours.” He muttered between two pants.
“Shut up.” He answered, panting too and licking at his throat.

He loved Dean, but sometimes the guy just didn’t know when to keep his mouth shut.

“Bitch.” He grunted, pulling at his hair lightly.

Sam grinned and kissed him forcefully. He wanted Dean to moan his name in his ear as he came. He’d had dreams of this moment and very secret thoughts about it, although he never actually thought it would happen.

“Jerk.” He answered, squeezing him hard against the mirror.

He could feel he was getting close to release. His breathing was fast on his neck and was sending shivers down his own spine.

“Don’t you dare come on my pants.” He warned, half kidding.

Sam answered in a grunt and cupped his throat with is free hand, kissing him forcefully.

“Don’t you either.”

Dean pulled at his hair, holding him close. Sam grunted, a low sound coming from deep inside and started shaking. Seeing the cute face he made while coming was enough to make him go over too, grunting his name softly.

Sam locked his mouth to his and panted hard against his lips. If there would have been more room, he would probably have fallen on his ass. He rather rested his head on Dean’s shoulder and clenched at his shirt. Dean ran his fingers up and down his back, smiling weakly as he felt the muscles twitch. He knew they would have to get back to trying to find the possessed sucker and prevent the plane crash. He’d rather stay in here with him though.

“Dean. We should go back.” He muttered, mouthing his earlobe.

All he got as an answer was a vague yes and a kiss of the top of his head. Sam kissed him softly and managed to pull his pants up.

“I’ll get out first, he said, putting his shirt and hoodie back on, not without bumping into Dean a few times, Oh and sorry for the shirt.”

This having been said, he got out in a flash and closed the door behind his back. Dean looked down at his shirt and grunted. He’d make him pay later on for ruining it. He got up and managed to put his clothes back in order, hiding the huge stain on his shirt by turning it around.

“You’ll pay for this.” He mumbled as he dropped back into his seat.

Sam gave him the puppy face. Somehow, this trick was still working. How could anyone stay mad at that face?

“How about we do our job and take care of the situation?”

Dean smiled and leaned closer, giving him a peck on the cheek.

“Thank you.” He said very quietly before getting up and heading to find the spirit.

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“Am I glad this day is over.” Dean said, dropping his bag near his bed.

Sam nodded and closed the door, dropping his bag too. He hadn’t said much since they had landed. Somehow, he was worried Dean would have changed his mind. He walked over to his bed and let himself fall on it. He didn’t feel like facing him or asking. He didn’t want him to push him away. Losing one loved one was enough.

“Sammy.”

He glanced at him quickly, but went back to looking at the ceiling. Dean rolled his eyes. Drama queen, he thought to himself. He decided to go over to his bed, you know, to see what the problem was. He climbed on it and hesitated a little before lying down next to him, hip to hip and shoulder to shoulder.

“Come on Sam. What’s on your mind?” he asked, resigning himself for one of those chick flick moments.

After all, it seemed inevitable. Sam locked his dark eyes to his and smiled a little. Dean knew what would save him from the girl talk and did it: he kissed him softly, running his fingers in his ridiculous head of hair. Sam grunted in delight and rolled over so he’d face him. Thank god for the room with two queen size beds. At least, they wouldn’t have to fight to fit in it both at a time.

“Dean?”
“Hmmm.”
“You meant what you said earlier?”

He smiled. Gosh, he could be led to believe he had a sister instead of a brother. He climbed on top of him and started groping his chest.

“What the hell Dean?” he asked, laughing a little and trying to make him stop.
“Checking for boobs. Last time I checked, I had a brother, but hey, who knows. I’ve seen demons with a pretty fucked up sense of humour.” He kidded, giving him one of his cute little bum smiles.
“Stop fooling around Dean, he replied, catching his wrist and holding his hands still, Did you mean it?”
“I did.” He whispered against his lips, still straddling his hips.

Sam smiled, obviously relieved and rolled on top before closing the space between their mouths.

“Careful there big guy.” He kidded, trying not to get crushed under him.

He grinned and settled between his thighs, cupping Dean’s face between his big palms. He wouldn’t be going anywhere anytime soon, but then again, he didn’t actually feel like running away. He had always thought he might want to run if this moment came up. This was pretty fucked up, him being his baby brother and all, but the feel of his hands on his skin was intoxicating. His body fitted perfectly against his, as if it was meant to be.

“Sam.” He purred, cupping the back of his head and holding his mouth close to his.

He liked how Sam tasted; how he smelled. Dean pulled at his hoodie and his shirt, discarding them hastily. He was working at his belt seconds later, but he stopped him, catching his wrists in his big hands once again.

“We’re not in a hurry.” He whispered, muzzling at his neck.

Dean grunted and shuddered under him, shivers travelling all over his body as he licked and kissed his way up his jaw.

“You have been planning this for a long time, haven’t you?”
“Not so long. Since I left for College.” He answered, smiling a bit.

Dean grinned and pulled him closer, trying to ignore the irony in that and pressed
parted lips against his. Guess he wasn’t the only one who had been having fantasies.

“I know you have too.” He muttered, pulling his shirt up and kissing at his flat stomach so very slowly.

Dean purred and threw the shirt away. He’d been dying to take it off and quite frankly, it had been worth the wait. Sam’s mouth was all over him, making his skin rise under his touch. Man did this guy know how to use his pretty lips.

“How is that?” he grunted, arching his back against his will.

Shut up was the answer he got as Sam’s paws moved down to his hips and his mouth locked back to his. He would have protested of he hadn’t been so busy fucking his mouth and stealing his breath away. Dean pushed him away gently, panting.

“You trying to kill me or something?” he teased, running his nails lightly up his muscled back.
“That I’m leaving to others.” He answered, grinning.

Dean liked seeing his brother smile. He reached out and caressed one of his cheeks slowly, his own lips curling into a smirk.

“You should smile more often Sam.” He said quietly, purring as he leaned closer to nibble at the shell of his ear.

Although he sometimes acted like a jerk, Sam couldn’t help but love Dean. He knew he’d do anything for him and that he’d put up with him no matter what. For this, he leaned closer and kissed him very softly.

“I love you Dean.” He said very quietly and he let a hand travel down all the way down his stomach.

He grunted in delight and pulled him in for another kiss, tongue gently fighting with his. He wanted Sam to take his pants off and press his naked body against his own. He had many times wondered how it would be to have all of Sam’s skin touching his own.

“I’ll finally get to see you naked all at once.” He muttered in his ear, pulling Dean’s pants and boxers down very slowly.
“You’ve seen me naked before. I know you did, even if you thought you were ever so subtle.”

Sam hit him in the chest hard enough to make him lose his breath for a few seconds.

“Jerk.” He said in his deep low voice.

Dean grinned and hit back.

“Bitch.”

Instead of answering, Sam rather slammed his mouth against his, teeth hitting together and all and got started on ravaging it with his own. Dean moaned softly and untied Sam’s belt, shoving his pants and boxers out of the way with his legs. Sam finished kicking them off and lied back down between his thighs, finally letting them know how it was to be lying together like this.

“Dean, you want this?” he whispered in his ear.

He could hear the sadness in Sam’s voice and it went right to his heart.

“Sammy, he muttered, tangling his fingers in his dark hair, you’re worse than a girl.”

He smiled a little, but there was still doubt in his green gaze.

“Dude, if I didn’t want you, I wouldn’t be lying on my back, naked, with you on top of me and certain parts of your anatomy getting dangerously close to my ass.”

This time, Sam smiled for real. Dean purred and ran his hands down his back, all the way down to his butt cheeks. He wanted him to kiss him again. As much as he hated being handled like this and not being in control, it was somehow okay if it was Sam who was in charge. Sam could do anything to him. He was his life and he’d give it all up for him in an instant. Sam purred and cupped his throat, kissing his temple.

“Good.” He whispered, moving down towards his crotch, kissing his way down very slowly.

Dean grunted and tried urging him down faster, licking his lips at the very thought of what Sam would be doing to him. He moaned softly and sank his head in his pillow when he gave his dick a shy lick before letting the head of it slide against the inside of his cheek. This was wrong and so fucking sinful, but gosh was it good.

“Sam.” he grunted, pulling at his hair a little.

He looked up, his mouth gliding up and down his cock ever so slowly. The sight made Dean shudder in delight and want to come just there. Sam smiled a little at seeing him trying to compose himself. He’d figured he could keep on with it for a bit more, but he’d have to stop soon enough. He wouldn’t want him coming right away now, would he.
He finally pulled back, grinning as Dean tried hitting him for making his orgasm draw back

“Asshole.” He grunted between clenched teeth as he came back to lying chest to chest with him.
“I love you too.” He answered, making him spread his legs wider and wrapping them around his narrow hips.

Dean grunted and pulled him in a kiss, tangling his fingers in his hair. He wanted Sam to touch him some more.

“What are you going to do now?” he asked between two pants.

Sam grinned and reached in the night table.

“Thank god for the thoughtful maids.” He kidded, showing him the bottle of lube he had found.
“Mhmm, cherry.” Dean replied, a I’m-a-though-guy-and-try-to-pretend-you-don’t-see-I’m-also-scared-shitless smile hanging on his lips.
“You scared?” he asked softly, not intending to tease or anything.

Dean must have seen it because he didn’t hit him for mocking him. He rather stretched his neck to kiss him.

“You wish.”

Sam kissed back and popped open the bottle. His hands were shaky. He’d dreamed of this moment but had never thought it would actually happen. He ran shy fingers down Dean’s butt crack, all the way to his entrance and touched it gently.

“Dude, m’not made of glass.”

Sam blushed a bit and pushed them in. Dean’s browns knotted as he gasped softly.

“Wh-what?”

He rolled his eyes and pushed back on the fingers.

“I’m not a chick dude, no need to be all lovey-dovey.” He grunted, pulling at his hair.

Sam grinned and bit at his neck, pumping them slowly. Dean purred and spread his legs wider. Now, if someone had told him he would actually look forward to be fucked by a man, he would have laughed his ass off and then beat the crap out of that person or the other way around. Not that he was homophobic or anything, but he didn’t really like the idea of someone sticking something in his ass; unless it was Sam. In that case, it seemed pretty darn hot.

He grunted and stiffened under him when he finally got to know what it felt like. Sam pulled him into a soft yet firm kiss, shuddering in bliss. Now, this was even better than what he had anticipated. Dean’s body welcomed him, offering just enough resistance to make his nerves catch on fire.

“Oh Dean.” He moaned softly once he was buried to the balls.

He got a grunt as an answer and a delicious roll of his hips. Sam shuddered and started pumping, obeying Dean’s silent command. Having Sam riding him like this was indescribable. Every nerve ending in his body was very awake and terribly excited. He pinned Sam on the bed and straddled him, moving on his own. He kept trying to be oh so gentle, which was nice of him, but terribly unsatisfying. He rode him faster, resting his weight on his chest as he did so.

Sam grinned and caressed his stomach as if asking permission to touch him. Dean grunted and made his wrap one big hand around his dick, smiling as he saw it almost completely disappear in it. This went on for a little while, both of them contempt with the situation. Sam none the less had the urge to kiss him again and lifted himself up, coming to sit up under him. Dean purred, very pleased with the initiative and wrapped both arms tightly around his neck and head, coming to rest stomach to stomach with him. Sam closed the space between their mouths and somehow managed to continue caressing him while holding him very close with his other arm.

Moments later, Dean fulfilled Sam’s dream and came, muttering his name in his ear. He soon followed as the smaller man’s body tightened all around him and the whisper sent shivers all the way down his spine to his lower stomach.

It was only a few moments later, as they had both regained a normal breathing that Dean lifted himself slightly from Sam, still in the position in which they had collapsed. Sam locked his green eyes to his and caressed his lower back slowly.

“I think this is the part where we should have regrets or freak out about what has just happened.” He whispered, sweat still making his skin shine.
“I don’t have any.” Sam answered in his low deep voice, frowning a bit.

He didn’t want Dean to pull away from him. There were a few moments of silence during which Dean studied his gaze thoroughly.

“Good, because I don’t either.” He finally answered, giving him one of his best I-really-love-you smiles, which were, by the way, quite rare and precious.

Sam’s breathing restarted filling the room. It was only then that Dean noticed he had in fact been holding his breath too.

“Jerk.” He muttered, for having scared him for a fraction of a second.
“Come on Sammy. You really though I’d have second thoughts? Come on, he said, leaning back close and stroking his hair, you’re really worse than a girl. You know that, right?”
Sam smirked and rolled on top roughly.
“Sam.” He corrected, kissing him forcefully.

Dean grunted and sank his fingers in his waist. This wouldn’t be a very restful night, but who was he to complain. He had this hunk, with whom he had, for a very long time, wanted to do this with, only begging to have his ass and take him to an impossibly blissful place.

I guess good things really come to those who wait, he thought before Sam went back to fucking him senseless.
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