SPN fic: Four "five" fics
Title: Five Things Sam Knows About Dean
Author: D. (abrupte)
Fandom: Supernatural.
Rating: R.
Genre: Fluffy!
Pairing: Sam/Dean
Wordcount: 450ish.
Spoilers: None.
Disclaimer: The obvious. Not mine, they're Kripke's.
Summary: Sam knows Dean very, very well.
A/N: Five things from clex_monkie89.
One.
He hates things that creep and crawl. This is knowledge Sam has used to his advantage more than once, always to his amusement. Like the time he put spiders in Dean's bed and Dean totally flipped out. Of course, a week later he was pretty much bald because Dean put Nair in his shampoo, but it was almost worth it to hear Dean shriek like a little girl. Sam's almost disappointed that Dean's managed to chill out to the point where his reaction is just to kinda shudder and look away.
Two.
There's this spot on Dean's back where he loves to be kissed. It's right between his shoulder blades, and Sam can always, always find it because there's a cluster of freckles right there. He found it by accident the first time, waking up after a long night of Dean fucking his brains out, and he kissed Dean's back-- and his brother pretty much immediately got hard. They went at it for most of that morning, too.
Three.
Dean's favourite flavour of ice cream is vanilla. When they were kids, they used to always just split one ice cream cone, and Dean would always agree with whatever Sam wanted. Sam pretty much never got vanilla, always got stuff like triple fudge chocolate brownie, or bubble-gum, or some obscene combination of brightly coloured fruit flavours. Vanilla, he said, was boring, and Dean never argued. But now, sometimes, Dean will bring a tub of ice cream back to the motel for them to split, and without fail, it is always vanilla. Sam's grown to appreciate it, the simple sweetness, and the way that if he plays it just right, he can get Dean to lick it off his skin.
Four.
Dean talks in his sleep. Sam's never told Dean, and he's pretty sure Dean doesn't know he does it. He generally doesn't say anything sensible, just nonsense sentences, although he once went on for about fifteen minutes about the many great qualities of beer. Sam's favourite, though, was the time that Dean told him in great detail about how he wanted Sam to suck him off. Sam got off about it, and then rewarded Dean by waking him up with a blowjob.
Five.
Sam knows that Dean loves him more than anything else in the world. And even when Sam's really pissed off and annoyed with Dean, he knows that. And he knows how much that love defines Dean as a person, and it makes him love Dean that much right back, so much it's almost scary, that they're the centres of one another's lives. And it's scary, but it's comforting too, because Sam knows that if there's one person he can trust that much, it's Dean.
†
Title: Five Things Dean Knows About Sam
Author: D. (abrupte)
Rating: R.
Genre: Even more fluffy!
Pairing: Sam/Dean
Wordcount: 400ish.
Spoilers: None.
Disclaimer: The obvious. Not mine, they're Kripke's.
Summary: Dean knows his brother very, very well.
A/N: More five things from clex_monkie89.
One.
He hates sleeping alone. Dean's pretty sure this is his fault because he let Sam sleep in his bed when they were kids, curled up together and warm. He's watched Sam toss and turn on nights when they didn't share a bed, and now that he sleeps at Sam's back every night, Sam's usually snoring after a couple minutes, sleeping like a log unless he has a nightmare.
Two.
Sam likes Metallica. He can deny it all the wants, but Dean knows better. It might not be his favourite band ever, but Dean's fallen asleep in the Impala to the sound of Creedence or AC/DC or whatever else only to wake up a few minutes later to hear Master of Puppets coming from the stereo. Whatever other crappy taste in music Sam might have, at least he got that one thing right.
Three.
Sam loves to be held down during sex. Nothing major, not over-the-top kinky, just Dean holding his wrists while he kisses him. They both know Sam could throw him off if he wanted to, but he never does, pushes just enough to that there's some struggle between them while they fuck, gasping and laughing and having way more fun than they really should.
Four.
Sam really, really loves giving head. Which isn't to say he doesn't love receiving it, because he loves that too, but Dean's seen the way Sam's face lights up when he's about to put Dean's dick in his mouth. There's also the fact that Sam's been known to pout on the rare occasions that Dean's been too tired.
Five.
Dean's... pretty sure Sam won't leave. Sometimes he doubts it, on bad days when things really suck, but on the whole, he knows he's stuck with him. He won't leave. Not this time. Not again. He knows it from the catch in Sam's voice when he murmurs Dean's name during sex, whispering, "Yours," like he'll never be anybody else's again, and from way Sam kisses him like Dean's mouth is the only one he wants to taste, and the way Sam blows him and fucks him and lets Dean fuck him. He knows it because this is Sam, and for the first time, he actually knows his brother again, and he knows that Sam's not going to walk out on all this.
†
Title: Five Secrets Sam Has
Author: D. (abrupte)
Rating: R.
Genre: Angsty schmoop.
Pairing: Sam/Dean.
Wordcount: 450ish.
Spoilers: None.
Disclaimer: The obvious. Not mine, they're Kripke's.
Summary: He feels sick and dirty and scared, but he can't tell anyone.
A/N: More five things from clex_monkie89.
One.
When Sam's fourteen, there's a pool right near the apartment complex where they live. Sam wants to go constantly, will drag Dean there every day if he'll let him. Once, when John's working a job, Dean lets him take that Monday off class, and they go to the pool. When they leave, no one else in the locker room. It doesn't make much difference, but it does mean there's no one else to distract him while he watches his brother shower, soaping himself to get rid of the smell of chlorine. Sam's secret is that he's always hated swimming, but that watching Dean shower is totally worth it.
Two.
He's sixteen when a girl in his class has a crush on him. Her name is Diane and she's pretty enough. She blows him under the bleachers, lips sticky with cherry-flavoured lip-gloss. He closes his eyes and says "Dean" by accident, but she doesn't even notice. Still, he knows that he said it, knows he was picturing his brother. When Dean teasingly asks if he's ever fooled around with a girl, Sam lies and says no, even though he knows Dean would clap him on the shoulder and be proud.
Three.
He writes Dean a letter before he leaves for Stanford. He says things like, I want you to fuck me and I jerk off thinking about you all the time and I wish I could kiss you. He talks about how the thought of his brother's cock makes him so hard it hurts, and how he feels sick and dirty and scared. He writes it all down and puts it in an envelope, then burns it. He knows he can never tell Dean, but it still felt good to hold that letter in his hands. The note he actually leaves just says I'm sorry.
Four.
He loves Jess so much his chest hurts. She's beautiful and funny and perfect in every single way. He doesn't tell her about the recurring dream he has where everything goes up in flames. He definitely doesn't tell her about the other dream he has, where his brother is fucking him hard and fast in some badly decorated motel room, panting his name. When Jess dies, and everything Sam ever wanted (except for one thing) goes up in flames, Sam can't help but pray that his other dream, his second dream, is a vision like the first.
Five.
They're in a motel room in El Dorado, Arkansas when Sam looks around and realises he's been there before. His brother fucked him on that bed, the one closest to the door. He doesn't tell Dean, but he knows when he kisses his brother, pulls Dean's mouth up to his, that he won't say no.
†
Title: Five Secrets Dean Has
Author: D. (abrupte)
Rating: R.
Genre: Angsty!
Pairing: Sam/Dean.
Wordcount: 400ish.
Spoilers: None.
Disclaimer: The obvious. Not mine, they're Kripke's.
Summary: It's eating him up inside, keeping all these things close to his chest.
A/N: More five things from clex_monkie89.
One.
Dean's twenty-one, and he's been having these totally crazy dreams for weeks. He hasn't told anyone, not even Sam. Especially not Sam. He keeps dreaming that he's fucking his brother in the back seat of the Impala, and every morning when he wakes up with a huge fucking boner under his shorts, he just wants to puke. Instead, he jerks off quietly in the shower and tries to remember how to breathe.
Two.
Dean's twenty-two when he lets some guy blow him in the alley behind a bar. John wants to know where the hell he's been but Dean doesn't talk, doesn't say anything, because how do you tell your dad you were letting some other guy suck your dick, and you spent the whole time imagining it was your little brother? Talking about Sam is pretty much taboo right now anyway, with the hole he left in their lives, and somehow he thinks that's the wrong context to bring him up.
Three.
He's twenty-three when he sneaks out in the middle of the night, drives from Boise, Idaho to Stanford, California. He gets drunk, then finds Sam's dorm room and tracks him down, begs him to come home. Sam says no, and Dean's stupid enough to kiss him. Sam pushes him away, scared and angry, demanding what the fuck are you doing? Dean stumbles out, finds a cheap motel outside San Francisco and stays drunk for a week before calling his dad to find out where he is. Dean never tells him where he went.
Four.
It's his twenty-fifth birthday when he gets a phone call from Sam. He doesn't pick up, and it goes through to voicemail. Sam's voice is distant and crackly over the line, whispering, Happy birthday. I miss you. Dean, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. John asks him who called and Dean lies. "Pastor Jim just wanted to wish me a happy birthday," he says, because Jim calls every year. He doesn't know why he doesn't say it was Sam, but he can't, needs to keep Sam's voice close to him like some kind of secret. He's not sure what Sam's sorry for.
Five.
Dean's twenty-six when Sam crawls into his bed and kisses him, murmuring, "I'm sorry I pushed you away, I just didn't know what to do." He doesn't have any secrets from Sam anymore, but no one else will ever know that he's fucking his brother and that for the first time in five years he's actually okay with things.
Author: D. (abrupte)
Fandom: Supernatural.
Rating: R.
Genre: Fluffy!
Pairing: Sam/Dean
Wordcount: 450ish.
Spoilers: None.
Disclaimer: The obvious. Not mine, they're Kripke's.
Summary: Sam knows Dean very, very well.
A/N: Five things from clex_monkie89.
One.
He hates things that creep and crawl. This is knowledge Sam has used to his advantage more than once, always to his amusement. Like the time he put spiders in Dean's bed and Dean totally flipped out. Of course, a week later he was pretty much bald because Dean put Nair in his shampoo, but it was almost worth it to hear Dean shriek like a little girl. Sam's almost disappointed that Dean's managed to chill out to the point where his reaction is just to kinda shudder and look away.
Two.
There's this spot on Dean's back where he loves to be kissed. It's right between his shoulder blades, and Sam can always, always find it because there's a cluster of freckles right there. He found it by accident the first time, waking up after a long night of Dean fucking his brains out, and he kissed Dean's back-- and his brother pretty much immediately got hard. They went at it for most of that morning, too.
Three.
Dean's favourite flavour of ice cream is vanilla. When they were kids, they used to always just split one ice cream cone, and Dean would always agree with whatever Sam wanted. Sam pretty much never got vanilla, always got stuff like triple fudge chocolate brownie, or bubble-gum, or some obscene combination of brightly coloured fruit flavours. Vanilla, he said, was boring, and Dean never argued. But now, sometimes, Dean will bring a tub of ice cream back to the motel for them to split, and without fail, it is always vanilla. Sam's grown to appreciate it, the simple sweetness, and the way that if he plays it just right, he can get Dean to lick it off his skin.
Four.
Dean talks in his sleep. Sam's never told Dean, and he's pretty sure Dean doesn't know he does it. He generally doesn't say anything sensible, just nonsense sentences, although he once went on for about fifteen minutes about the many great qualities of beer. Sam's favourite, though, was the time that Dean told him in great detail about how he wanted Sam to suck him off. Sam got off about it, and then rewarded Dean by waking him up with a blowjob.
Five.
Sam knows that Dean loves him more than anything else in the world. And even when Sam's really pissed off and annoyed with Dean, he knows that. And he knows how much that love defines Dean as a person, and it makes him love Dean that much right back, so much it's almost scary, that they're the centres of one another's lives. And it's scary, but it's comforting too, because Sam knows that if there's one person he can trust that much, it's Dean.
†
Title: Five Things Dean Knows About Sam
Author: D. (abrupte)
Rating: R.
Genre: Even more fluffy!
Pairing: Sam/Dean
Wordcount: 400ish.
Spoilers: None.
Disclaimer: The obvious. Not mine, they're Kripke's.
Summary: Dean knows his brother very, very well.
A/N: More five things from clex_monkie89.
One.
He hates sleeping alone. Dean's pretty sure this is his fault because he let Sam sleep in his bed when they were kids, curled up together and warm. He's watched Sam toss and turn on nights when they didn't share a bed, and now that he sleeps at Sam's back every night, Sam's usually snoring after a couple minutes, sleeping like a log unless he has a nightmare.
Two.
Sam likes Metallica. He can deny it all the wants, but Dean knows better. It might not be his favourite band ever, but Dean's fallen asleep in the Impala to the sound of Creedence or AC/DC or whatever else only to wake up a few minutes later to hear Master of Puppets coming from the stereo. Whatever other crappy taste in music Sam might have, at least he got that one thing right.
Three.
Sam loves to be held down during sex. Nothing major, not over-the-top kinky, just Dean holding his wrists while he kisses him. They both know Sam could throw him off if he wanted to, but he never does, pushes just enough to that there's some struggle between them while they fuck, gasping and laughing and having way more fun than they really should.
Four.
Sam really, really loves giving head. Which isn't to say he doesn't love receiving it, because he loves that too, but Dean's seen the way Sam's face lights up when he's about to put Dean's dick in his mouth. There's also the fact that Sam's been known to pout on the rare occasions that Dean's been too tired.
Five.
Dean's... pretty sure Sam won't leave. Sometimes he doubts it, on bad days when things really suck, but on the whole, he knows he's stuck with him. He won't leave. Not this time. Not again. He knows it from the catch in Sam's voice when he murmurs Dean's name during sex, whispering, "Yours," like he'll never be anybody else's again, and from way Sam kisses him like Dean's mouth is the only one he wants to taste, and the way Sam blows him and fucks him and lets Dean fuck him. He knows it because this is Sam, and for the first time, he actually knows his brother again, and he knows that Sam's not going to walk out on all this.
†
Title: Five Secrets Sam Has
Author: D. (abrupte)
Rating: R.
Genre: Angsty schmoop.
Pairing: Sam/Dean.
Wordcount: 450ish.
Spoilers: None.
Disclaimer: The obvious. Not mine, they're Kripke's.
Summary: He feels sick and dirty and scared, but he can't tell anyone.
A/N: More five things from clex_monkie89.
One.
When Sam's fourteen, there's a pool right near the apartment complex where they live. Sam wants to go constantly, will drag Dean there every day if he'll let him. Once, when John's working a job, Dean lets him take that Monday off class, and they go to the pool. When they leave, no one else in the locker room. It doesn't make much difference, but it does mean there's no one else to distract him while he watches his brother shower, soaping himself to get rid of the smell of chlorine. Sam's secret is that he's always hated swimming, but that watching Dean shower is totally worth it.
Two.
He's sixteen when a girl in his class has a crush on him. Her name is Diane and she's pretty enough. She blows him under the bleachers, lips sticky with cherry-flavoured lip-gloss. He closes his eyes and says "Dean" by accident, but she doesn't even notice. Still, he knows that he said it, knows he was picturing his brother. When Dean teasingly asks if he's ever fooled around with a girl, Sam lies and says no, even though he knows Dean would clap him on the shoulder and be proud.
Three.
He writes Dean a letter before he leaves for Stanford. He says things like, I want you to fuck me and I jerk off thinking about you all the time and I wish I could kiss you. He talks about how the thought of his brother's cock makes him so hard it hurts, and how he feels sick and dirty and scared. He writes it all down and puts it in an envelope, then burns it. He knows he can never tell Dean, but it still felt good to hold that letter in his hands. The note he actually leaves just says I'm sorry.
Four.
He loves Jess so much his chest hurts. She's beautiful and funny and perfect in every single way. He doesn't tell her about the recurring dream he has where everything goes up in flames. He definitely doesn't tell her about the other dream he has, where his brother is fucking him hard and fast in some badly decorated motel room, panting his name. When Jess dies, and everything Sam ever wanted (except for one thing) goes up in flames, Sam can't help but pray that his other dream, his second dream, is a vision like the first.
Five.
They're in a motel room in El Dorado, Arkansas when Sam looks around and realises he's been there before. His brother fucked him on that bed, the one closest to the door. He doesn't tell Dean, but he knows when he kisses his brother, pulls Dean's mouth up to his, that he won't say no.
†
Title: Five Secrets Dean Has
Author: D. (abrupte)
Rating: R.
Genre: Angsty!
Pairing: Sam/Dean.
Wordcount: 400ish.
Spoilers: None.
Disclaimer: The obvious. Not mine, they're Kripke's.
Summary: It's eating him up inside, keeping all these things close to his chest.
A/N: More five things from clex_monkie89.
One.
Dean's twenty-one, and he's been having these totally crazy dreams for weeks. He hasn't told anyone, not even Sam. Especially not Sam. He keeps dreaming that he's fucking his brother in the back seat of the Impala, and every morning when he wakes up with a huge fucking boner under his shorts, he just wants to puke. Instead, he jerks off quietly in the shower and tries to remember how to breathe.
Two.
Dean's twenty-two when he lets some guy blow him in the alley behind a bar. John wants to know where the hell he's been but Dean doesn't talk, doesn't say anything, because how do you tell your dad you were letting some other guy suck your dick, and you spent the whole time imagining it was your little brother? Talking about Sam is pretty much taboo right now anyway, with the hole he left in their lives, and somehow he thinks that's the wrong context to bring him up.
Three.
He's twenty-three when he sneaks out in the middle of the night, drives from Boise, Idaho to Stanford, California. He gets drunk, then finds Sam's dorm room and tracks him down, begs him to come home. Sam says no, and Dean's stupid enough to kiss him. Sam pushes him away, scared and angry, demanding what the fuck are you doing? Dean stumbles out, finds a cheap motel outside San Francisco and stays drunk for a week before calling his dad to find out where he is. Dean never tells him where he went.
Four.
It's his twenty-fifth birthday when he gets a phone call from Sam. He doesn't pick up, and it goes through to voicemail. Sam's voice is distant and crackly over the line, whispering, Happy birthday. I miss you. Dean, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. John asks him who called and Dean lies. "Pastor Jim just wanted to wish me a happy birthday," he says, because Jim calls every year. He doesn't know why he doesn't say it was Sam, but he can't, needs to keep Sam's voice close to him like some kind of secret. He's not sure what Sam's sorry for.
Five.
Dean's twenty-six when Sam crawls into his bed and kisses him, murmuring, "I'm sorry I pushed you away, I just didn't know what to do." He doesn't have any secrets from Sam anymore, but no one else will ever know that he's fucking his brother and that for the first time in five years he's actually okay with things.