Fic: Forbidden Fruit - chapter 9/14
Pairing: girl!sam/dean winchester
Warnings: wincest, het, NC-17
Summary: Pre-season. AU where Sam was born a girl. Sam is about 16 and Dean 20. Sam is growing up and having ‘new’ feelings for her brother. He notices but pretends nothing is going on, and then things change dramatically…sorry, I know I suck at summaries! Hope you like my spn fic! Please review! :-)
Disclaimer: don’t own them
Chapter 9:
Sam was waiting for Dean at the diner. He always drove her home on Fridays and she was waiting for him to show up. However, it was getting late and she was tired, and as there was still no sign of him, she decided to go meet him at the auto shop. As soon as she arrived, she felt the stare of the guys working there all over her. They were actually leering and she hated it. She didn’t see Dean or the Impala anywhere so she asked about him.
“Excuse me, I’m Dean’s sister…could I talk to him please?”
“Hi, gorgeous,” one of the men answered approaching her looking up and down at her “Dean’s not here. He left over one hour ago.”
“Oh, okay, thanks.”
“You’re welcome, hon, anytime.”
Sam felt his eyes on her as well as the eyes of the rest of guys now, who had stopped working on the cars and were ogling her... She mentally cursed her brother, said goodbye to them and started walking home. To make matters worse, she was still two miles away from the cabin when it started raining heavily.
Dean was sticking to his plan, which meant he was taking every single chance he had to sleep around. He was in the Impala with a girl he’d met outside the grocery store and things were getting pretty interesting when he noticed the heavy rain and remembered he was supposed to pick up his sister at the diner. He looked at his watch and realized he was ridiculously late.
He took a hungry look at the girl who was straddling him and beginning to unzip his pants, and had to fight his urge to take her then and there. “Dammit! Can’t believe I fucking forgot to pick up Sammy and now it’s raining real hard and…God, I wish this girl would stop moving like that, gonna make me come with my dick still in my pants!”
The girl -Tess, Jess, Bess…whatever her name was!- had her hands all over him and was giving as good as she got. He was almost losing it and hated what he was about to do.
“Listen, sweetheart…I’m really sorry, but I gotta go…gotta pick up my sister…I’m really late and she’s gonna be pissed, plus it’s raining heavily…and…” he said gasping and trying to get some control of himself.
“What?” the girl asked wide-eyed. “She won’t be mad, c’mon, I’m sure she’ll find someone to give her a ride,” she whispered in his ear “who knows? She might just be doing that very thing right now…maybe she’s riding someone,” she said with a mischievous look in her eyes.
On hearing those words and understanding their true meaning, that Sammy might be doing it with that guy, her boyfriend, at that very thought, he snapped. He lifted the girl by the hips, placed her on the passenger’s seat in one swift motion, did his fly and retorted, “Sorry, can’t do this right now. Like I said, gotta go.”
The girl looked at him astounded and stayed in her seat with her mouth open. He drove her back to her car near the grocery store and said goodbye to her. Then, he headed for the diner to pick up Sam. When he found out that she’d already left, he started driving towards the cabin sure that he’d meet her on the way.
The road was slippery and the rain was thick and heavy and he couldn’t see much, and it took him longer than usual to get to the cabin. As it turned out, he and Sam arrived there at the same time. He parked the car and immediately saw his sister, who was already standing on the porch going through her bag for her keys. He got out of the car with his keys in his hand and unlocked the door. They walked inside and she let her bag fall down on the floor. She was soaked and freezing and gave him a murderous look while she yelled at him.
“What the hell, Dean! You were supposed to pick me up! If you can’t, or won’t, you can at least let me know so I can make my own arrangements and get a ride home!”
“Sorry, Sammy…I lost track of time…I didn’t mean…” he said apologetically.
“Yeah, you lost track of time while you were doing some random chick in the backseat of your car, I bet!” she retorted “I went looking for you and the guys said you’d left over an hour ago!”
She was furious and yelling at him. Not that she wasn’t entitled to, after all, she was right, he was supposed to pick her up and he never showed up, well, he did, but almost two hours late. And yet, all he could notice was her wet uniform plastered against her skin and her now see-through shirt. He couldn’t help biting his lower lip at the sight of her perky breasts rising and falling every time she shouted, and those pinkish nipples staring back at him invitingly.
She went on yelling at him but he couldn’t hear a word she said, he was too busy seeing the way water drops rolled down her body, caressing every inch of it. Then, he somehow noticed she was quiet and he managed to speak again.
“Sorry, Sammy, won’t happen again,” he smiled and apologized trying to look casual, “c’mon, let’s get you dry and warm!” He said stepping closer to her and brushing some wet bangs off her face.
She shot another angry look at him and pushed his hand away.
“I’m really mad at you, Dean, I mean it!”
“Yeah, I know…and you’re right, I’m a jerk, but now you gotta take a hot shower and put some dry clothes on…you can yell at me later, ok, princess?” He replied softly.
“Okay, yeah, guess you’re right…but I’m still mad at you!” she retorted frowning.
“Yeah, I know, just go take a hot shower now, alright?”
“Whatever!”
She went to her room grabbed some fresh clothes and went into the bathroom. She’d been there for over half an hour and Dean wondered if something was wrong. She usually took long showers but this was too much already.
“Hey, Sammy! You alright in there?” he asked gently knocking on the door.
The bathroom door opened and she stepped outside. At first, all he could see was the steam coming out of the room and then he noticed her, she was wearing one of his old shirts, which hang loose on her shoulders and way too tight around her chest. Her hair was wet and dripping and she was barefoot. He stared at her for a full minute and realized she was the hottest thing he’d seen in his life. Then, he noticed she was shivering.
“C’mon, let’s put you to bed…you’re shaking.”
“I-I-I’m f-f-fine..”
“Yeah, sure! I can see that! C’mon, you need to lie down.”
He acted as gently as possible and threw an arm around her shoulders as they walked towards her room. She got in bed and he tucked her in, and noticed she was still cold.
“This i-s-s-s all your f-f-f-fault! You were s-s-supposed to p-p-pick me up!”
“I’m really sorry, Sammy.” He said kissing the top of her head “I’ll make it better, promise.”
He stripped down to his boxers and got in bed with her. Her eyes were closed and she was already dozing into sleep when she felt the dip on the mattress behind her. He then pressed his chest against her back and wrapped an arm and a leg around her. He sensed her cold body shivering and tensing up at his touch.
“W-w-what are you d-d-doing, D-d-dean?”
“I’ll make it better…like I said…just lemme keep you warm. Now close your eyes and try to get some sleep, ‘kay, princess?” he said softly in her ear.
“O-o-o-okay.”
He felt her relaxing in his arms and heard her breath growing even till she finally fell asleep. He stayed there tangled up in her and felt ridiculously happy. He held her tight in his arms and after several minutes, he fell asleep as well.
The morning sun made its way in through the window and woke him up. She was still nestled against him and much warmer than the previous night. He stayed still and watched her sleep, stroking her hair and cheeks and felt warmth in his heart when she smiled at him. She was still fast asleep, he could tell from her heavy breath.
She looked so beautiful, so perfect lying in his arms, that he couldn’t help himself. He licked his lips and brushed soft chaste kisses on her lips as he stroked her cheek and ran his fingers through her glossy mane. She smiled again and several minutes later she opened her eyes. She found him wrapped around her looking at her lovingly.
“Morning, Dean.” She said completely unaware of what he’d done a few minutes ago.
“Morning…feeling better, princess?”
“Yeah,” she answered yawning.
“Hey, you’re still kinda cold. Stay in bed and I’ll fix us some breakfast, ‘kay?”
“Okay.”
After a few minutes, he came back with some juice and grilled cheese, which they ate in bed.
“Mmm…that was good!” she said licking her fingers.
“Figured you’d want grilled cheese!” he replied pressing his chest against her back and wrapping his arms around her. He then rested his cheek on hers while she held his hand and brought it to her lips. She kissed it softly and closed her eyes again, but after a few seconds she opened them again and asked him, “Dean, don’t you have to go to work?”
“No, Sammy, I’m not working this weekend.”
“Oh, okay.”
“So, I’m gonna stay in and make sure you get better real soon, alright?”
“Sounds good.”
They spent the rest of the morning in bed and after lunch, Dean brought the old tv to the bedroom so they could watch something. There was nothing on, but he enjoyed lying in bed with her in his arms. It felt just right, and he couldn’t remember a time when he’d been so happy.
Sam was asleep in his arms when he heard a loud knock on the door. He carefully got out of bed and quickly put his jeans on in his way to the door as he didn’t want the knocking to wake her up, and the second he opened it, he saw a guy with a stupid smile on his face, her boyfriend. The kid looked surprised to find him there and his face went pale.
“H-hi!” he finally managed to say with a nervous smile. “Is Sam home?”
“She’s asleep…not feeling well.” Dean answered coldly clenching his fists. He looked extremely dangerous. His fury was in full rage and Jim didn’t fail to see it.
“Oh, okay. Then I guess I’ll call ‘er later.” The kid replied trying not to look scared.
“I’ll let ‘er know.” He said thinking “no way in hell I’m gonna do that!”
Dean slammed the door shut and left Jim standing in the porch with his mouth open and almost trembling. Jim knew that Sam’s brother didn’t particularly like him, but this was ridiculous. The murderous look he’d just given him was completely out of line, well, maybe not completely, after all, he was sleeping with his sister, but she was his girlfriend for God’s sakes and besides, he had no idea what he and Sam did when they were together -at least he hoped not. Anyway, there was nothing he could do then so he just went back home and decided to call Sam later, much later, preferably when her serial-killer-looking brother wasn’t home.
Dean took some deep breaths and did his best to calm down and relax his body. He couldn’t believe how mad he was at that guy -though jealous was way more accurate! He wanted to kill him and then salt and burn his remains behind the cabin. He couldn’t help smiling at the thought, but he managed to keep his urges on check and went back to the bedroom.
Luckily, Sam was still asleep and hadn’t heard a thing. He sighed in relief and got back under the covers with her. He lay down next to her and draped an arm across her stomach, letting his hand rest on her hipbone while he buried his nose in her hair and enjoyed its lavender soapy smell.
They spent the rest of the day in bed. Dean insisted on it since she wasn’t feeling fine yet and he wanted her to get well soon, after all, it’d been his fault in the first place and he wanted to make it up to her. She reluctantly agreed to it, but couldn’t help smiling and enjoying having her loving and protective brother back.
They both stayed in bed, he kept holding her in his arms smelling her hair and gently and slowly stroking her - feeling wonderful. She would fall asleep and then wake up, and every time she opened her eyes, she was met by his smile, not his cocky smirk, but a true loving smile. She’d simply smile back and press her body closer to his.
Dean was having the time of his life. He couldn’t believe how great, how perfect it all felt. It was hard for him to put it into words, it felt just…right. And he couldn’t help wondering why on earth he hadn’t done this before. “Better late than never,” he thought as he tangled his body in her and shut his eyes.
The day went by, uneventful. That night they both fell asleep in each other’s arms and woke up all tangled up in each other in the morning. Sam was woken up by soft kisses on her forehead. She grinned and opened her eyes to find her brother looking back at her with vivid green eyes.
“Morning, princess.”
“Morning,” she replied yawning.
She stretched next to him like a contented cat and cuddled in his arms for a little while. He wrapped his arms around her and thanked God she hadn’t woken up earlier. She’d been too fast asleep to feel the kisses he’d brushed on her lips -again. They’d been chaste kisses, sweet and loving, though this time he’d fought not to claim her mouth as his and ravish it.
They had breakfast in bed just like they had done the day before and Dean stayed home as he’d promised. They spent the day together and they both enjoyed spending time with each other. Sam was all smiles around him and feeling much better and wanted to get out of bed, but her brother thought differently.
“No, you gotta rest so you can get better, Sammy,” her brother said in full over-protective mode.
“Oh, c’mon, Dean, I’m feeling way better and I really wanna get out of bed…my back is beginning to hurt,” she replied pouting and pulling her patented puppy dog eyes. She looked absolutely adorable and she knew that her brother couldn’t resist her when she looked at him like that.
“Really? Lemme make it better then.”
He then proceeded to rub her back drawing small circles on her neck and shoulders and then along her spine. She lay down on her stomach and closed her eyes.
“Feels good…really good!”
He looked down at her and felt her tense muscles relaxing under his touch, the skin at the small of her back so soft on his fingers that he wanted to lean down and leave a trail of wet, warm kisses there. He felt his breath growing heavy and a twitch in his boxers and knew that those weren’t the sort of thoughts he should be having right then. They were always dangerous and left him on the verge of losing control of himself, and now being in bed with her, they were even more dangerous.
She opened her eyes when she noticed he’d stopped massaging her back and rolled over to look at him. She grinned at him and said “thanks, that felt really good. Now, can I get out of bed...pleeeaaaase?”
She looked at him with her puppy dog eyes again and he just couldn’t say no.
“Okay,” he said seeing how glad she was “but you’re gonna lie down on the couch.”
“Oh, Dean, come on! I feel fine!” she said rolling her eyes and then added “I’m not five, you know.”
“Yeah, I know, but you still need some rest. So, you can stay in bed or lie down in the couch, your call, Sammy.”
“Fine, I’ll lie down on the couch!”
“Couch it is then! Just stay here for a couple of minutes till I get things ready for ya.”
“What do you mean get things ready?”
That said, he jumped out of bed and ran out of the bedroom. After a few minutes, he called Sam from the living room and asked her to join him. She went there in her pjs and saw he’d made a small bed on the couch: he’d put his pillow and blanket on it.
“Dean, c’mon, this is just like staying in bed!”
“Hush! It’s either this or going back to bed, your choice.”
“Okay, okay,” she said reluctantly.
She lied down on the couch and let him cover her with the blanket. She shifted a little bit to make herself comfortable, and noticed that he’d taken the pillow and blanket from his bed. She sank her nose into them when he wasn’t looking and sensed his scent in them: oil, leather and musk. She then smiled and wrapped herself in the warm fabric.
The rest of the day was rather uneventful. They watched some old movies, chatted and played a couple of board games. Dean sat on the armchair, and then next to her on the couch, and let her rest her head on his lap stroking her forehead and temples while she napped. They were both insanely happy. It was just like the old times, when she was a little girl and he was her awesome big brother. However, none of it would last.
TBC
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