82 Bottles : Green Eyed Monster
Title: Green Eyed Monster
Summary: Jealous!Sam is jealous
Pairing: Sam/Dean
Author: alienstars2004 / alienstarsfics
Beta: The lovely arglikeapirate. Thanks so much!
Series: 82 Bottles of Beer; Episode: 2.03 - Bloodlust
Rating: PG-13
Warning(s): Wincest
Prompt Table: Here
Green Eyed Monster
The smirk on Dean’s face was infuriating. That evil little twitch of his lip, already curled up just the tiniest bit. It was the most evil thing Sam had ever come across. It always meant something bad was going to happen. Always.
Sam hated to ask, he hated to even bring it up. But if he didn’t say anything Dean would never stop stealing glances over at him with that little smirk.
“What, Dean?” he asked, through gritted teeth.
Dean’s smirk only widened, flashing white teeth. “I know what’s got you riled up, Sammy.”
Sam’s jaw remained clenched. “Oh, really? And what might that be, Dean?”
Dean’s smile never wavered, utterly unperturbed by daggers Sam was shooting with his eyes. “You’re jealous.”
“Jealous?” Sam asked, caught off guard. “Dean, what the hell are you talking about?”
“I should have seen it before.” Dean laughed and shook his head. “I never really pegged you for the jealous type, Sammy.”
“Dean, I’m not jealous. Who would I even be jealous of?”
“You’re jealous of that time I spent with Gordon. Well, before we found out he was a psycho.”
Jealous, of Gordon? Dean had finally lost his mind. It had taken him long enough; Sam had thought surely the final screw would fall out of place long before now. They had never been tight to begin with.
“That’s why you didn’t like it when I wanted to work with him.” Dean continued. He had that air of superiority he got sometimes in his voice. Sam hated that, too. “And, that’s why you’ve been acting all pissy since.”
“Dean, please shut up.”
But Dean kept talking.
“It’s okay, I get it. I’d be kinda pissed if some guy starting in on my territory, too.”
“Territory? God, Dean, what are we, dogs?”
“I was thinking something more majestic, like a wolf or something.”
“Are you trying to tell me something, Dean?”
“Or maybe lions.” Dean amended with a thoughtful nod, “Lions are pretty cool.”
“What, do you want me to stake my claim? I’m not actually a wild animal, Dean.”
“’S not what you acted like last night.”
Sam groaned. He wasn’t going to continue this. It was asinine. Ignore it, and maybe he’ll just stop talking. He knew that was a long shot with Dean, but he tried anyway.
“It’s okay, Sammy…” Dean’s lip curved upwards as he laid a hand on Sam’s thigh, “I’ve been enjoying all the jealous, possessive sex lately.”
Dean was incorrigible.
Sam turned back towards the road, forcing his eyes away from that teasing, wicked smile. He wanted to wipe that smile right off Dean’s smug face. He knew exactly how, too.
But he decided it could wait for tonight. At least one more round of jealous sex wouldn’t hurt. It wasn’t like he hadn’t been enjoying it, too.
Summary: Jealous!Sam is jealous
Pairing: Sam/Dean
Author: alienstars2004 / alienstarsfics
Beta: The lovely arglikeapirate. Thanks so much!
Series: 82 Bottles of Beer; Episode: 2.03 - Bloodlust
Rating: PG-13
Warning(s): Wincest
Prompt Table: Here
Green Eyed Monster
The smirk on Dean’s face was infuriating. That evil little twitch of his lip, already curled up just the tiniest bit. It was the most evil thing Sam had ever come across. It always meant something bad was going to happen. Always.
Sam hated to ask, he hated to even bring it up. But if he didn’t say anything Dean would never stop stealing glances over at him with that little smirk.
“What, Dean?” he asked, through gritted teeth.
Dean’s smirk only widened, flashing white teeth. “I know what’s got you riled up, Sammy.”
Sam’s jaw remained clenched. “Oh, really? And what might that be, Dean?”
Dean’s smile never wavered, utterly unperturbed by daggers Sam was shooting with his eyes. “You’re jealous.”
“Jealous?” Sam asked, caught off guard. “Dean, what the hell are you talking about?”
“I should have seen it before.” Dean laughed and shook his head. “I never really pegged you for the jealous type, Sammy.”
“Dean, I’m not jealous. Who would I even be jealous of?”
“You’re jealous of that time I spent with Gordon. Well, before we found out he was a psycho.”
Jealous, of Gordon? Dean had finally lost his mind. It had taken him long enough; Sam had thought surely the final screw would fall out of place long before now. They had never been tight to begin with.
“That’s why you didn’t like it when I wanted to work with him.” Dean continued. He had that air of superiority he got sometimes in his voice. Sam hated that, too. “And, that’s why you’ve been acting all pissy since.”
“Dean, please shut up.”
But Dean kept talking.
“It’s okay, I get it. I’d be kinda pissed if some guy starting in on my territory, too.”
“Territory? God, Dean, what are we, dogs?”
“I was thinking something more majestic, like a wolf or something.”
“Are you trying to tell me something, Dean?”
“Or maybe lions.” Dean amended with a thoughtful nod, “Lions are pretty cool.”
“What, do you want me to stake my claim? I’m not actually a wild animal, Dean.”
“’S not what you acted like last night.”
Sam groaned. He wasn’t going to continue this. It was asinine. Ignore it, and maybe he’ll just stop talking. He knew that was a long shot with Dean, but he tried anyway.
“It’s okay, Sammy…” Dean’s lip curved upwards as he laid a hand on Sam’s thigh, “I’ve been enjoying all the jealous, possessive sex lately.”
Dean was incorrigible.
Sam turned back towards the road, forcing his eyes away from that teasing, wicked smile. He wanted to wipe that smile right off Dean’s smug face. He knew exactly how, too.
But he decided it could wait for tonight. At least one more round of jealous sex wouldn’t hurt. It wasn’t like he hadn’t been enjoying it, too.