Fic: PDA (Wincest)
Title: PDA
Fandom: Supernatural
Author: Adja999
Pairing/Character: Sam, Dean. Slash? Pre slash? UST
Word Count: 800
Rating: PG 13, maybe… a lil’ more?
Summary: The fans are going to love the new twist in Supernatural’s plot. Jared does not.
Spoilers: none
Disclaimer: Own them? I wish.
Dean is drunk, so Dean doesn’t see.
Or maybe he does and he doesn’t care, Sam isn’t so sure about that. Lately Dean’s been a complete mystery to him.
He doesn’t like the feeling, but what is he going to do? Dean’s been closing in on himself and Sam knows that any attempt on his part to get to him will make things worse.
So he watches from a distance. Because Dean won’t even sit with him when they go out for beers. Granted they eat together, but it makes Sam wonder if he did something to piss his brother off.
It’s not like Dean is trying to seduce anyone. In that case, he would have gotten it. He is a male after all, despite the numerous times when Dean denies it.
Dean is watching a couple of girls play pool. Watching, not ogling. Like it’s only his eyes that stay on the game while his mind is completely elsewhere. It’s been ages since his beer has touched his lips.
When the guy asks him if he’s got a problem, Dean looks at him calmly, placidly. He doesn’t see any problem. He doesn’t even catch the threat. “Nah, just chillin.”
He doesn’t pay attention as the guy leaves with a displeased expression. He didn’t like the answer. Dean’s been distracted a lot lately. For a hunter, it’s a pretty poor performance.
So Sam is the only one who sees as the guy keeps watching Dean watching the chicks. One of them is probably his girl, or his next prey. The guy is shaped like a truck and Dean looks pretty tired. Also, he’s got pals around, talking softly and jerking their chins toward Dean, who’s still oblivious.
It’s like watching a movie and see the trap close in on the hero. And, little brother worship aside, Sam’s hero already died once and had his fair share in life. He doesn’t want Dean anymore battered or bruised.
Sam has to react fast when the guys start stomping in his big brother’s direction. He does the only thing he can think of.
To be honest he doesn’t even think he thinks at that moment. He strides up to Dean, turns him around, has a pinched smile as he says loudly ‘Sorry I’m late.’ and kisses him square on the mouth. He hears Dean’s startled noise and feels him stiffen against him but contrary to what Sam expects, he doesn’t jerk back. A beat passes and Dean melts against him, grabbing his jacket and pulling him down.
Sam doesn’t know what he’s doing, but the hair on the back of Dean’s neck is really soft. And Dean’s startled moan makes him shudder. He can’t believe he’s kissing Dean and Dean’s kissing him back. Open mouthed, tongues and -hello, hand on my butt… Isn’t it a little too much for ‘just for show’?
The kiss slows down, the hand slips from his jeans and he pulls away. He tries not to cringe in expectation of the punch that’s coming, sooner or later. Probably in about two minutes since Dean seems to have figured out what just happened. He sees that the guys have turned their back to them and blinks at Sam a few times.
Maybe Sam is hallucinating, but it looks like a smile is tugging at Dean’s lips. A genuine, amused smile. Dean’s eyes sparkle with something like glee. He chuckles. “You are so nuts, little brother.”
That’s when it hits him. He just kissed his brother. A full on, two good minutes kiss. And god dammit, it was nice.
His hand slips from Dean’s collar and goes to rub the back of his own neck. “Yeah, uh… sorry, didn’t think of anything else.”
“S’alright.” Dean must be drunk from his half bottle of beer because he’s chuckling to himself again. “Let’s get out of here.”
“Yeah.” Sam falls in step next to him. “Sorry I ruined any potential hook ups for you.”
That makes Dean cringe. “Whatever.” He sighs. “Didn’t even wanna get drunk anyway.”
Dean hasn’t wanted much of anything lately either. It makes Sam worry that maybe he’s not worrying enough. Maybe Dean’s sick or something.
“So,” Sam says, shoving his hands down his pockets, glancing at his brother. “Wanna go grab a beer?” He frowns at his own stupidity. “Somewhere else?”
Dean looks up at him, for a brief moment he squints slightly, then he throws something at Sam. “You drive.”
On the way to another bar, Sam, still wondering why he got to be at the wheel, has a thought. When they were kids, their dad taught them fight or flight scenarios, and how to diffuse bad situations. Like tonight. Prompt Danger Avoidance. He snorts inwardly, thinking that his dad would be proud he remembered PDA when it was needed.
Fandom: Supernatural
Author: Adja999
Pairing/Character: Sam, Dean. Slash? Pre slash? UST
Word Count: 800
Rating: PG 13, maybe… a lil’ more?
Summary: The fans are going to love the new twist in Supernatural’s plot. Jared does not.
Spoilers: none
Disclaimer: Own them? I wish.
Dean is drunk, so Dean doesn’t see.
Or maybe he does and he doesn’t care, Sam isn’t so sure about that. Lately Dean’s been a complete mystery to him.
He doesn’t like the feeling, but what is he going to do? Dean’s been closing in on himself and Sam knows that any attempt on his part to get to him will make things worse.
So he watches from a distance. Because Dean won’t even sit with him when they go out for beers. Granted they eat together, but it makes Sam wonder if he did something to piss his brother off.
It’s not like Dean is trying to seduce anyone. In that case, he would have gotten it. He is a male after all, despite the numerous times when Dean denies it.
Dean is watching a couple of girls play pool. Watching, not ogling. Like it’s only his eyes that stay on the game while his mind is completely elsewhere. It’s been ages since his beer has touched his lips.
When the guy asks him if he’s got a problem, Dean looks at him calmly, placidly. He doesn’t see any problem. He doesn’t even catch the threat. “Nah, just chillin.”
He doesn’t pay attention as the guy leaves with a displeased expression. He didn’t like the answer. Dean’s been distracted a lot lately. For a hunter, it’s a pretty poor performance.
So Sam is the only one who sees as the guy keeps watching Dean watching the chicks. One of them is probably his girl, or his next prey. The guy is shaped like a truck and Dean looks pretty tired. Also, he’s got pals around, talking softly and jerking their chins toward Dean, who’s still oblivious.
It’s like watching a movie and see the trap close in on the hero. And, little brother worship aside, Sam’s hero already died once and had his fair share in life. He doesn’t want Dean anymore battered or bruised.
Sam has to react fast when the guys start stomping in his big brother’s direction. He does the only thing he can think of.
To be honest he doesn’t even think he thinks at that moment. He strides up to Dean, turns him around, has a pinched smile as he says loudly ‘Sorry I’m late.’ and kisses him square on the mouth. He hears Dean’s startled noise and feels him stiffen against him but contrary to what Sam expects, he doesn’t jerk back. A beat passes and Dean melts against him, grabbing his jacket and pulling him down.
Sam doesn’t know what he’s doing, but the hair on the back of Dean’s neck is really soft. And Dean’s startled moan makes him shudder. He can’t believe he’s kissing Dean and Dean’s kissing him back. Open mouthed, tongues and -hello, hand on my butt… Isn’t it a little too much for ‘just for show’?
The kiss slows down, the hand slips from his jeans and he pulls away. He tries not to cringe in expectation of the punch that’s coming, sooner or later. Probably in about two minutes since Dean seems to have figured out what just happened. He sees that the guys have turned their back to them and blinks at Sam a few times.
Maybe Sam is hallucinating, but it looks like a smile is tugging at Dean’s lips. A genuine, amused smile. Dean’s eyes sparkle with something like glee. He chuckles. “You are so nuts, little brother.”
That’s when it hits him. He just kissed his brother. A full on, two good minutes kiss. And god dammit, it was nice.
His hand slips from Dean’s collar and goes to rub the back of his own neck. “Yeah, uh… sorry, didn’t think of anything else.”
“S’alright.” Dean must be drunk from his half bottle of beer because he’s chuckling to himself again. “Let’s get out of here.”
“Yeah.” Sam falls in step next to him. “Sorry I ruined any potential hook ups for you.”
That makes Dean cringe. “Whatever.” He sighs. “Didn’t even wanna get drunk anyway.”
Dean hasn’t wanted much of anything lately either. It makes Sam worry that maybe he’s not worrying enough. Maybe Dean’s sick or something.
“So,” Sam says, shoving his hands down his pockets, glancing at his brother. “Wanna go grab a beer?” He frowns at his own stupidity. “Somewhere else?”
Dean looks up at him, for a brief moment he squints slightly, then he throws something at Sam. “You drive.”
On the way to another bar, Sam, still wondering why he got to be at the wheel, has a thought. When they were kids, their dad taught them fight or flight scenarios, and how to diffuse bad situations. Like tonight. Prompt Danger Avoidance. He snorts inwardly, thinking that his dad would be proud he remembered PDA when it was needed.