all i don't want to need at all (Sam/Dean, pg-13)
title: all i don't want to need at all
author: acidquill
disclaimer: don't own em
rating: pg-13
pairing: Sam/Dean
word count: 825
notes: so this week my little muse said to me 'Hey, dontcha wanna write some sappy amusement park fic?' and I was all, 'Um, okay then.' this is what happened - intended to be post AHBL and much angstier, but along the way teh fluff overtook teh emo. DJ and Sweetwater actually exist, though in slightly different forms. title snatched from the All American Rejects.
Dean takes another pull off his beer. It's July in North Carolina and hotter than hell. The humidity makes the air heavy, sticks his shirt to his back; if DJ hadn't called, Dean would be back at the motel with Sam trying to get the cheap ass window unit to actually work. As it is, when he gets back his brother's probably gonna bitch at him for not coming back sooner. Sam's never liked the clinging heat of the South much. It makes him itchy, hard to please.
DJ comes out onto the porch with two more bottles. He hands one over to Dean and twists the top off the other, takes a long swallow. Dean listens to the rocking chair creak when the other man settles into it. "Come on man, you did me a solid. Now it's my turn to do you one." The keys dangle from DJ's hand, glittering in the sun like Sam's favorite knife. "Bring your boy, show him a good time. I promise it'll be something he never forgets."
Deej thinks Sam is his boyfriend or some damn thing. Dean hasn't corrected him, lets the dude think whatever he wants. Not like it isn't true. Sort of. And 'something he'll never forget' sounds mighty damn good, especially now. He stands up and stretches. "Alright."
DJ grins and tosses him the keys.
He makes Sam keep his eyes closed once they get on the road - No peeking Sammy, or I swear I'll kick your ass - and takes the long way round just to keep his brother guessing.
Dean pulls up to the gate and kills the engine. "Alright," he drawls, "now you can tell me how awesome I am."
He watches Sam crack one eyelid, then the other. "Dude," Sam says. His voice is quiet and Dean feels something warm expand in his chest. It's been a while since he's been able to make Sam smile.
Sweetwater's definitely seen better days, but Dean thinks it looks like paradise. It has all the classic rides - a Ferris wheel, Zipper, fucking bumper cars - an arcade with ancient video games, and stalls for funnel cakes and double dip ice cream. Sam picks the lock on one of them and comes out with enough junk food to last them the whole day.
And that's the best part. For today, every last bit of this place is just for them.
Sam's already opening a candy apple; he bites into it and the slick coating crackles and splinters. Dean watches the little bits of red sugar flake off and stick to his brother's mouth. He pretends not to notice when Sam's free hand slips into his.
"I am not getting on that."
Dean is fairly sure he's never ridden a carousel in his life, and he doesn't think he's gonna start at twenty-seven either. But turns out Sam's a pretty persuasive bastard when he wants to be. Somewhere between Sam's tongue in his mouth and Sam's hand down his pants, Dean decides carousels aren't so bad. He lets Sam push him down onto a bench - one of those low carved things for the people who couldn't hack the up-down motion of the horses. Sam grins at him and jumps off the ride. "Just wait," he says, "trust me."
Sam disappears into the control booth. All of a sudden the carousel's lights come on and the thing lurches into motion. Dean sits up, ready to abandon bench but his brother's already jumped back on board. He slides in next to Dean and tugs hard on Dean's arm.
"Come here."
"I am here, Sammy."
"No, come here," Sam demands. He hooks a finger in the waistband of Dean's pants and pulls.
Dean shakes his head, but doesn't resist when he's manhandled into Sam's lap. "Such a girl," he complains, but both of them know he doesn't really mean it. "Didn't know you were so kinky Sammy. We gonna desecrate a kiddie ride now?"
"Yeah, we are."
Sam's always had a thing for the Hall of Mirrors. Before they leave he drags Dean inside, presses him up against one of the walls. Dean leans forward and rests his forehead on his brother's shoulder. Sam murmurs, "Hey, hey."
Dean laughs a little. "Hay's for horses."
Sam snorts and tilts Dean's head back, one hand on either side of his face. "Fuck horses," Sam says and kisses him - a quick, warm, press of lips.
"Thought we already covered that," Dean mumbles. He leans forward a little more and closes his eyes, breathes in slow and deep until the whole world narrows to Sammy. Sam kisses him again. Dean can still taste the sugar on his tongue.
When Dean opens his eyes and looks over Sam's shoulder, all he can see is SamandDean reflected back at him over and over again. It's almost like the two of them go on forever. He could live with that.
- end
author: acidquill
disclaimer: don't own em
rating: pg-13
pairing: Sam/Dean
word count: 825
notes: so this week my little muse said to me 'Hey, dontcha wanna write some sappy amusement park fic?' and I was all, 'Um, okay then.' this is what happened - intended to be post AHBL and much angstier, but along the way teh fluff overtook teh emo. DJ and Sweetwater actually exist, though in slightly different forms. title snatched from the All American Rejects.
Dean takes another pull off his beer. It's July in North Carolina and hotter than hell. The humidity makes the air heavy, sticks his shirt to his back; if DJ hadn't called, Dean would be back at the motel with Sam trying to get the cheap ass window unit to actually work. As it is, when he gets back his brother's probably gonna bitch at him for not coming back sooner. Sam's never liked the clinging heat of the South much. It makes him itchy, hard to please.
DJ comes out onto the porch with two more bottles. He hands one over to Dean and twists the top off the other, takes a long swallow. Dean listens to the rocking chair creak when the other man settles into it. "Come on man, you did me a solid. Now it's my turn to do you one." The keys dangle from DJ's hand, glittering in the sun like Sam's favorite knife. "Bring your boy, show him a good time. I promise it'll be something he never forgets."
Deej thinks Sam is his boyfriend or some damn thing. Dean hasn't corrected him, lets the dude think whatever he wants. Not like it isn't true. Sort of. And 'something he'll never forget' sounds mighty damn good, especially now. He stands up and stretches. "Alright."
DJ grins and tosses him the keys.
He makes Sam keep his eyes closed once they get on the road - No peeking Sammy, or I swear I'll kick your ass - and takes the long way round just to keep his brother guessing.
Dean pulls up to the gate and kills the engine. "Alright," he drawls, "now you can tell me how awesome I am."
He watches Sam crack one eyelid, then the other. "Dude," Sam says. His voice is quiet and Dean feels something warm expand in his chest. It's been a while since he's been able to make Sam smile.
Sweetwater's definitely seen better days, but Dean thinks it looks like paradise. It has all the classic rides - a Ferris wheel, Zipper, fucking bumper cars - an arcade with ancient video games, and stalls for funnel cakes and double dip ice cream. Sam picks the lock on one of them and comes out with enough junk food to last them the whole day.
And that's the best part. For today, every last bit of this place is just for them.
Sam's already opening a candy apple; he bites into it and the slick coating crackles and splinters. Dean watches the little bits of red sugar flake off and stick to his brother's mouth. He pretends not to notice when Sam's free hand slips into his.
"I am not getting on that."
Dean is fairly sure he's never ridden a carousel in his life, and he doesn't think he's gonna start at twenty-seven either. But turns out Sam's a pretty persuasive bastard when he wants to be. Somewhere between Sam's tongue in his mouth and Sam's hand down his pants, Dean decides carousels aren't so bad. He lets Sam push him down onto a bench - one of those low carved things for the people who couldn't hack the up-down motion of the horses. Sam grins at him and jumps off the ride. "Just wait," he says, "trust me."
Sam disappears into the control booth. All of a sudden the carousel's lights come on and the thing lurches into motion. Dean sits up, ready to abandon bench but his brother's already jumped back on board. He slides in next to Dean and tugs hard on Dean's arm.
"Come here."
"I am here, Sammy."
"No, come here," Sam demands. He hooks a finger in the waistband of Dean's pants and pulls.
Dean shakes his head, but doesn't resist when he's manhandled into Sam's lap. "Such a girl," he complains, but both of them know he doesn't really mean it. "Didn't know you were so kinky Sammy. We gonna desecrate a kiddie ride now?"
"Yeah, we are."
Sam's always had a thing for the Hall of Mirrors. Before they leave he drags Dean inside, presses him up against one of the walls. Dean leans forward and rests his forehead on his brother's shoulder. Sam murmurs, "Hey, hey."
Dean laughs a little. "Hay's for horses."
Sam snorts and tilts Dean's head back, one hand on either side of his face. "Fuck horses," Sam says and kisses him - a quick, warm, press of lips.
"Thought we already covered that," Dean mumbles. He leans forward a little more and closes his eyes, breathes in slow and deep until the whole world narrows to Sammy. Sam kisses him again. Dean can still taste the sugar on his tongue.
When Dean opens his eyes and looks over Sam's shoulder, all he can see is SamandDean reflected back at him over and over again. It's almost like the two of them go on forever. He could live with that.
- end