Only Natural, R, Sam/Dean
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steins_storiesTitle: Only Natural
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steinsgrrl
Fandom: Supernatural
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I in no way intend to insinuate that any of the below actually happened. It is simply a piece of written entertainment based on the public personas of real people.
Rating: R
Warnings: Adult Content
Summary: Their recent discovery of slash fic has Dean and Sam thinking the same thing
Author Note: formyjadedhavok and jellypencil . Thank you for poking me to write it. And thank you, Jess, for flooding me with absolutely yummy Supernatural video and pictures, and for the beta. I so appreciate it!
Dean fumbled with the key, missing the lock a few times before sliding it in, turning it and unlocking the door. He opened it weakly and stumbled in, Sam following close on his heels. As Sam closed the door firmly behind them and shoved the locks home, Dean groaned as he slid his leather jacket off and tossed it on the chair before falling hard onto his bed.
“You okay?” Sam tossed their bag on the chair, where it bounced and nearly fell onto the floor.
“Just…” Dean planted his elbows on his knees, grunting at the way even that hurt. “…I’m fine. Don’t worry about me.” He started to stand, groaning as he slowly straightened. “What about you? You got hurt; I saw you. I’ll get the--”
Sam grabbed his arm as he headed toward their supply case. “Dean, I’m fine. Really.” He guided his brother back to the bed, strong hands sliding down sweat slicked arms, wincing as he touched raw, scraped palms and Dean hissed with the pain. “Look, I’m gonna take care of you.”
“I said I’m okay, dammit. Just leave it alone, Sam.” Dean spit tersely. He closed his eyes and lay back on the bed, willing himself to breathe deeply, even though his ribs and shoulders ached.
“You’re not okay, and you don’t have to be a big boy right now, alright?” Sam dug through their supply case, his hands finally closing around a large, white box. “That was some nasty shit we fought tonight, and you’re hurt. Let me take care of you for once.”
Sam crawled onto the bed, settling near Dean’s hip, and opened the box. He dug out the peroxide and bandages, laying the supplies out on the bed before turning his attention again to his brother.
He helped Dean sit up and carefully slipped his brother’s tee shirt over his head. Dean was scraped up, but mostly where his leathers hadn’t covered him, so Sam only needed to worry about doctoring up the cuts on Dean’s face and hands.
And yet again, it came to this. It always came to Sam watching Dean, looking at him in ways that he shouldn’t. Noticing things about his brother that he shouldn’t. Wanting things with his brother that he shouldn’t.
“What? Are you done?” Dean’s eyes were closed, his head dropped back on his shoulders. Sam watched the muscles of his neck moved as he spoke and he crushed the urge to lean forward and lick a stripe under his brother’s jaw. He shook his head and soaked another cotton ball with peroxide.
“Almost, just hold still.” Sam dabbed at the cut under Dean’s eye, and sucked in a breath when Dean did. “I know it hurts, I’m sorry.”
Dean nodded slightly. Tonight, they’d done what they set out to do; they’d taken out a nest of vampires that had been preying on this small town…whatever the hell town this was. They hadn’t meant to get involved in anything here, but shit had a way of getting a little weird when they were around. Dean just chalked it up to doing what they were meant to do.
So they got on with it, and they did it, and now they were here. Home. Or as close to home as they got, anyway. Dean determined a long time ago that home was wherever Sam was, and so long as Sam was with him, he’d never be lost.
But things were changing between them. Ever since…
Ever since that thing with Chuck when they’d found out about slash fans. Sam slash Dean. He’d been shocked at first, confused that anyone would think that way about brothers. But then it made him start to think. And it spawned certain … images in his head.
He’d put it off to all the stress and messed up things they had to deal with, but in moments like these, in moments where it was just the two of them, on an uncomfortable bed in a quiet hotel room, the images came to him harder and faster.
The images that plagued him in the shower, the images he saw when he was driving, the images that invaded his thoughts and took over his dreams. Dreams of Sam close to him like this, Sam with no shirt on, Sam sweating above him. And when Dean woke up and had found his himself rock hard, even though he knew it was wrong, even though he knew that Sam would be completely disgusted if he caught him, Dean would bring himself off while watching his brother. From an identical, queen-sized bed not three feet from Sam, Dean would stroke himself, straining to keep his breathing even and low, sweating with the intensity of the pleasure and fear. And when he came, he came hard, shooting over his belly, his lips fallen open and wet and his eyes dark they locked on his brother.
“Dean?” Sam had finished cleaning up Dean’s scrapes and looked at him, brows furrowed with concern. Dean was staring at him, and Sam didn’t know if he should be worried or not. “You’re done.”
Dean’s eyes flicked down to his brother’s lips, cocked in a half-smile, waiting for confirmation that Dean was okay. But could he be okay? Could he live with this wanting, and still sit here calmly and be just Sam’s brother while he’s thinking about how those lips would taste?
He leaned forward until he was just a breath away from the mouth that occupied his thoughts, tortured his dreams, and sucked a breath in.
“I have to…” Dean whispered and their breath mingled hot between them. Sam’s eyes widened, but he didn’t move, didn’t breathe as Dean’s lips slowly and lightly brushed his own, “I have to know.”
It was everything Sam could do not to crush his brother to him, not to overwhelm him with everything he’d been thinking, everything he’d been feeling. He stayed as still as he could, his breath so shallow, because he didn’t want to scare his brother. He couldn’t believe this was happening, but he didn’t want it to end now. Not this soon.
Yet as soon as the tip of Dean’s tongue played tentatively along his bottom lip, Sam was sunk, and he knew there was no holding back.
He snaked his arms around his brother’s waist, pulling him close and deepening the kiss. Dean grimaced with the movement and Sam pulled back, afraid Dean wanted him to stop.
“It’s just my ribs.” Dean touched his fingers to the side of his chest, and Sam lay him back on the bed, leaning over the spot Dean touched. He kissed very gently from Dean’s collar bone and worked his way down. Half way down, his kisses became open-mouthed, and by the time he got to the waist of Dean’s jeans, he was tonguing Dean’s belly more than kissing.
He fumbled with the button of Dean’s pants before it occurred to him that this was so far for them, that it might not be okay with his brother. Sam looked up, lust and need thick in his eyes and a silent question was posed.
Dean answered it by locking his eyes with Sam’s, popping the button on his pants and pulling the zipper down. Sam’s mouth went dry as he looked down and realized that his brother was hard inside his jeans, and then the only thing he could think of was that he wanted them off. He needed to get his brother’s jeans off.
Dean lifted his hips as Sam grabbed the waistband of Dean’s pants and pulled them off. As the denim slid down muscular legs, Sam kissed the inside of his brother’s knee, then his thigh. The musky scent of Dean’s sex made him harder than he already was, and he stood swiftly, shedding his clothes and leaving them in a puddle on the floor.
Crawling back over his brother, he straddled Dean’s thighs, settling his weight across their warmth and taking in the anticipation and fear on his brother’s face.
“Do you want this?” Sam held his brother’s hands where they rubbed up and down his thighs.
“Yeah.” Dean could barely breathe the word; he was so tense, so hard, so ready for this. “Yeah, I do.”
He reached up, reached for the brother that had been his joy, his friend, his everything. He slid trembling hands up Sam’s arms to his shoulders, running them down his chest. He breathed out hard, his decision concrete. “C’mere.”
~~~
When Dean woke up and found himself pinned to the mattress, Sam’s legs and arms tangled with his and holding him down, it didn’t take more than a blink to remember what had happened. He felt sticky everywhere, but his cheeks hurt from smiling, and he was having a hard time figuring out why he should feel bad about this.
Still, there was nothing saying that Sam wouldn’t be bothered by it. Things … feelings sometimes change in the harsh light of the sun, and Dean was a little nervous about how Sam would take what they’d done.
He stiffened as his brother began to stir, rubbing against him in his sleep. Sam’s cock was hard on Dean’s thigh, and he dragged it slowly across his brother’s warm skin. Just the motion, the idea of what Sam might be dreaming, and remembering last night had Dean getting hard, too. He held his breath and waited for Sam to open his eyes.
Sam tensed when he woke completely. He stopped thrusting and just lay there, pressed against Dean, trying to remember how to breathe.
The silence was pregnant and torturous, both of them terrified and still, until Dean couldn’t take it any more. He was still the big brother, he was still the leader, and he had to make this right.
“Hey.” Dean pulled Sam closer and pressed a kiss to his brother’s forehead. Sam closed his eyes and released a deep sigh of relief as Dean ran his fingers through his brother’s curls.
“Hey.” Sam whispered, kissing Dean’s smooth chest before smiling up at his brother. “Good morning.”
And it was.
Author:
steinsgrrl Fandom: Supernatural
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I in no way intend to insinuate that any of the below actually happened. It is simply a piece of written entertainment based on the public personas of real people.
Rating: R
Warnings: Adult Content
Summary: Their recent discovery of slash fic has Dean and Sam thinking the same thing
Author Note: for
myjadedhavok and jellypencil . Thank you for poking me to write it. And thank you, Jess, for flooding me with absolutely yummy Supernatural video and pictures, and for the beta. I so appreciate it! Dean fumbled with the key, missing the lock a few times before sliding it in, turning it and unlocking the door. He opened it weakly and stumbled in, Sam following close on his heels. As Sam closed the door firmly behind them and shoved the locks home, Dean groaned as he slid his leather jacket off and tossed it on the chair before falling hard onto his bed.
“You okay?” Sam tossed their bag on the chair, where it bounced and nearly fell onto the floor.
“Just…” Dean planted his elbows on his knees, grunting at the way even that hurt. “…I’m fine. Don’t worry about me.” He started to stand, groaning as he slowly straightened. “What about you? You got hurt; I saw you. I’ll get the--”
Sam grabbed his arm as he headed toward their supply case. “Dean, I’m fine. Really.” He guided his brother back to the bed, strong hands sliding down sweat slicked arms, wincing as he touched raw, scraped palms and Dean hissed with the pain. “Look, I’m gonna take care of you.”
“I said I’m okay, dammit. Just leave it alone, Sam.” Dean spit tersely. He closed his eyes and lay back on the bed, willing himself to breathe deeply, even though his ribs and shoulders ached.
“You’re not okay, and you don’t have to be a big boy right now, alright?” Sam dug through their supply case, his hands finally closing around a large, white box. “That was some nasty shit we fought tonight, and you’re hurt. Let me take care of you for once.”
Sam crawled onto the bed, settling near Dean’s hip, and opened the box. He dug out the peroxide and bandages, laying the supplies out on the bed before turning his attention again to his brother.
He helped Dean sit up and carefully slipped his brother’s tee shirt over his head. Dean was scraped up, but mostly where his leathers hadn’t covered him, so Sam only needed to worry about doctoring up the cuts on Dean’s face and hands.
And yet again, it came to this. It always came to Sam watching Dean, looking at him in ways that he shouldn’t. Noticing things about his brother that he shouldn’t. Wanting things with his brother that he shouldn’t.
“What? Are you done?” Dean’s eyes were closed, his head dropped back on his shoulders. Sam watched the muscles of his neck moved as he spoke and he crushed the urge to lean forward and lick a stripe under his brother’s jaw. He shook his head and soaked another cotton ball with peroxide.
“Almost, just hold still.” Sam dabbed at the cut under Dean’s eye, and sucked in a breath when Dean did. “I know it hurts, I’m sorry.”
Dean nodded slightly. Tonight, they’d done what they set out to do; they’d taken out a nest of vampires that had been preying on this small town…whatever the hell town this was. They hadn’t meant to get involved in anything here, but shit had a way of getting a little weird when they were around. Dean just chalked it up to doing what they were meant to do.
So they got on with it, and they did it, and now they were here. Home. Or as close to home as they got, anyway. Dean determined a long time ago that home was wherever Sam was, and so long as Sam was with him, he’d never be lost.
But things were changing between them. Ever since…
Ever since that thing with Chuck when they’d found out about slash fans. Sam slash Dean. He’d been shocked at first, confused that anyone would think that way about brothers. But then it made him start to think. And it spawned certain … images in his head.
He’d put it off to all the stress and messed up things they had to deal with, but in moments like these, in moments where it was just the two of them, on an uncomfortable bed in a quiet hotel room, the images came to him harder and faster.
The images that plagued him in the shower, the images he saw when he was driving, the images that invaded his thoughts and took over his dreams. Dreams of Sam close to him like this, Sam with no shirt on, Sam sweating above him. And when Dean woke up and had found his himself rock hard, even though he knew it was wrong, even though he knew that Sam would be completely disgusted if he caught him, Dean would bring himself off while watching his brother. From an identical, queen-sized bed not three feet from Sam, Dean would stroke himself, straining to keep his breathing even and low, sweating with the intensity of the pleasure and fear. And when he came, he came hard, shooting over his belly, his lips fallen open and wet and his eyes dark they locked on his brother.
“Dean?” Sam had finished cleaning up Dean’s scrapes and looked at him, brows furrowed with concern. Dean was staring at him, and Sam didn’t know if he should be worried or not. “You’re done.”
Dean’s eyes flicked down to his brother’s lips, cocked in a half-smile, waiting for confirmation that Dean was okay. But could he be okay? Could he live with this wanting, and still sit here calmly and be just Sam’s brother while he’s thinking about how those lips would taste?
He leaned forward until he was just a breath away from the mouth that occupied his thoughts, tortured his dreams, and sucked a breath in.
“I have to…” Dean whispered and their breath mingled hot between them. Sam’s eyes widened, but he didn’t move, didn’t breathe as Dean’s lips slowly and lightly brushed his own, “I have to know.”
It was everything Sam could do not to crush his brother to him, not to overwhelm him with everything he’d been thinking, everything he’d been feeling. He stayed as still as he could, his breath so shallow, because he didn’t want to scare his brother. He couldn’t believe this was happening, but he didn’t want it to end now. Not this soon.
Yet as soon as the tip of Dean’s tongue played tentatively along his bottom lip, Sam was sunk, and he knew there was no holding back.
He snaked his arms around his brother’s waist, pulling him close and deepening the kiss. Dean grimaced with the movement and Sam pulled back, afraid Dean wanted him to stop.
“It’s just my ribs.” Dean touched his fingers to the side of his chest, and Sam lay him back on the bed, leaning over the spot Dean touched. He kissed very gently from Dean’s collar bone and worked his way down. Half way down, his kisses became open-mouthed, and by the time he got to the waist of Dean’s jeans, he was tonguing Dean’s belly more than kissing.
He fumbled with the button of Dean’s pants before it occurred to him that this was so far for them, that it might not be okay with his brother. Sam looked up, lust and need thick in his eyes and a silent question was posed.
Dean answered it by locking his eyes with Sam’s, popping the button on his pants and pulling the zipper down. Sam’s mouth went dry as he looked down and realized that his brother was hard inside his jeans, and then the only thing he could think of was that he wanted them off. He needed to get his brother’s jeans off.
Dean lifted his hips as Sam grabbed the waistband of Dean’s pants and pulled them off. As the denim slid down muscular legs, Sam kissed the inside of his brother’s knee, then his thigh. The musky scent of Dean’s sex made him harder than he already was, and he stood swiftly, shedding his clothes and leaving them in a puddle on the floor.
Crawling back over his brother, he straddled Dean’s thighs, settling his weight across their warmth and taking in the anticipation and fear on his brother’s face.
“Do you want this?” Sam held his brother’s hands where they rubbed up and down his thighs.
“Yeah.” Dean could barely breathe the word; he was so tense, so hard, so ready for this. “Yeah, I do.”
He reached up, reached for the brother that had been his joy, his friend, his everything. He slid trembling hands up Sam’s arms to his shoulders, running them down his chest. He breathed out hard, his decision concrete. “C’mere.”
~~~
When Dean woke up and found himself pinned to the mattress, Sam’s legs and arms tangled with his and holding him down, it didn’t take more than a blink to remember what had happened. He felt sticky everywhere, but his cheeks hurt from smiling, and he was having a hard time figuring out why he should feel bad about this.
Still, there was nothing saying that Sam wouldn’t be bothered by it. Things … feelings sometimes change in the harsh light of the sun, and Dean was a little nervous about how Sam would take what they’d done.
He stiffened as his brother began to stir, rubbing against him in his sleep. Sam’s cock was hard on Dean’s thigh, and he dragged it slowly across his brother’s warm skin. Just the motion, the idea of what Sam might be dreaming, and remembering last night had Dean getting hard, too. He held his breath and waited for Sam to open his eyes.
Sam tensed when he woke completely. He stopped thrusting and just lay there, pressed against Dean, trying to remember how to breathe.
The silence was pregnant and torturous, both of them terrified and still, until Dean couldn’t take it any more. He was still the big brother, he was still the leader, and he had to make this right.
“Hey.” Dean pulled Sam closer and pressed a kiss to his brother’s forehead. Sam closed his eyes and released a deep sigh of relief as Dean ran his fingers through his brother’s curls.
“Hey.” Sam whispered, kissing Dean’s smooth chest before smiling up at his brother. “Good morning.”
And it was.
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Date: 2009-04-04 11:20 am (UTC)Cuz I just reread this for the third time and I'm still lovin' it (did anyone else just start craving McDonald's? Damn, I'm hungry).
I'm totally adding this to my delicious, haha.
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Date: 2009-04-04 11:28 am (UTC)I can't tell you how happy I am that you liked this; I had just hoped that I made it worth your time. You gave me so much information to work with, and you're a hell of a researcher! Thank you so, so much. <333
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Date: 2009-04-04 11:30 am (UTC)And, hey! Thought you were going to bed. *makes shooing motions*
Go to sleep! You need it.
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Date: 2009-04-04 02:42 pm (UTC)...
lkdfjlaskdjglkajsdlfkjlsdkjglakjsdlfjlsdjg *dies*
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Date: 2009-04-04 08:11 pm (UTC)Thanks babe. <333
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Date: 2009-04-04 04:44 pm (UTC)SO AWESOME! This is so crazy good, Mel. Slash fans make the Wincest happen for real!
They're so themselves in this, more so than they have been in the most recent season even, and obviously Jessy did a great job sending you vids.
So awesome! Am putting it on my delic as well. <3
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Date: 2009-04-04 08:16 pm (UTC)I'm so incredibly happy you liked this, I can't even tell you. Thank you so much. <333
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Date: 2009-04-04 08:51 pm (UTC)But, girl, reading your crazy pairings is so worth it because you write amazingly! I could feel the mood in the room so well, how it was dark and how they were both so tired and worn and how they just gave in because they didn’t have the power to resist anymore…wow!
And it was so cute how you made them so very manly xD the dialog consisting of short sentences and I swear they would have been only grunting had you let them ,p and then the adorable moment at the end: “Hey…” “…Hey.” xD brilliant!
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Date: 2009-04-04 08:57 pm (UTC)Whatever the case, I'm happy you read and even happier you liked it! I was crazy nervous about it, that I hadn't gotten them right, you know? But Jess and Jelly both said I did, so that made me feel better.
And that you felt the atmosphere I was going for, and how masculine I wanted them to be, is just wonderful! Thank you so very much, sweetheart! <33333
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Date: 2009-04-06 05:03 pm (UTC)wow
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Date: 2009-04-06 05:43 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-04-06 05:46 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-07-25 02:31 pm (UTC)That was wonderful =)
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Date: 2009-07-26 08:27 am (UTC)I'm so pleased you're reading all these stories. It just makes me smile, so thank you for that! <333
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Date: 2009-07-26 09:07 am (UTC)I'm happy to make you smile, as your stories have done that and so much more for me. Thankyou, for sharing your wonderful gift honey <3333
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Date: 2009-07-28 05:48 am (UTC)You should write these two more often, you're very good at it. :) And I do believe some Kripke worship is in order for that lovely episode haha.
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Date: 2009-07-28 07:34 am (UTC)Thanks so much for reading and for the kind words! <333
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Date: 2009-07-28 08:23 am (UTC)