Bonding over bullet wounds (SPN FIC)
Title: Bonding over bullet wounds
Author: belladonnanoir
hc_bingoPrompt: Bullet Wounds
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing: Sam/Dean
Rating: G
Word Count: 1855
Warning: Wincest, slash, Bullet wounds so mentions of blood and pain.
Summary: Dean gets shot...isn't it funny what pain relief causes you to confess? How does Sam deal with the confessions?
Dean and Sam stared down the barrel of the gun aimed at them, both of them swallowing deeply as it occurred to them, this was possibly the end of the line for them. Stepping in front of Sam slightly, Dean smirked at the man in front of him “Hey dude, you got a problem deal with me and leave him outta this” he nodded as his brother behind him. He felt Sam’s hand press against his hip in silent warning as he taunted the man.
Dean could see the man’s hand shaking as he glared at Dean “It’s your fault, I saw you there. You killed my wife”
Holding his hands up, Dean shook his head “That wasn’t your wife anymore. She would have murdered you in your sleep man. She had been turned…she was a vampire. We had to do it”
“But she was my wife…how could you?” the man yelled, his hand shaking more violently, his gun still aimed at Dean’s torso.
“Because if we hadn’t, she would have massacred the whole town” Dean spat, his temper raising, he felt Sam’s hands tighten on his waist again. He watched in horror as the man stood upright, the shaking gone, gun levelled at Dean.
“She would never have done that. Rot in hell you bastard” he sneered, as he clicked the safety off. Time stopped in that instant for Dean, his whole life flashing before his eyes as he heard the blast of the bullet exploding from the barrel. He stood transfixed as it flew towards him, the last thoughts being of the secrets he had kept from Sam…his real feelings. He could hear his brother’s yell as he felt a burning sensation rip through his skin before the darkness overtook him.
Bright light’s broke through Dean’s closed eyes, his mouth opening to draw in a deep breath “Am I dead?” he whispered in the room. His eyes opening as he heard a deep laugh from the side of him. Turning his head to the side, he realised saw Sam staring down at him, bandages and a needle next to him. Looking around Dean realised they were back in the hotel room, his body on his bed.
“No you’re not dead Dean, just shot.” Sam said as he pulled a small tray down onto the bed as he sat next to his brother. “I need to patch up your wounds and get the bullets out”
“Bullets? I though I was only shot once” Dean stuttered as he tried to look down, his eyes landing on his bare torso, the skin covered in blood.
“No he done it three times, think he wanted to make sure you were dead.” Sam’s eyes lowered in guilt “I killed him. I watched as he pulled the trigger and I snapped Dean. I couldn’t let him live for what he done” he pulled a small bottle from the tray, filling a syringe with the liquid. Pressing the tip of the needle to the skin, he slipped it in, filling the bloodstream with the liquid “I’m just giving you some pain relief; this is going to hurt like a fucker dude”
As he set the syringe down, Dean threw his hand out grabbing Sam’s with his own “I know you feel guilty but I understand why you did it. If it had been you, I would have done the same,” Dean confessed, flinching as he watched Sam pick up a small scalpel with his free hand.
“I’m sorry Dean” Sam said quietly, as he laid it against his flesh, Feeling the small knick against his skin, Dean groaned, the sound getting louder as he felt Sam’s fingers enter the wound, rooting around for the bullet. Gritting his teeth, he grabbed the covers of the bed with one hand, the other squeezing Sam’s leg with a force that caused his brother to grunt in pain. “Found it” Sam bit out; his fingers leaving the wound, Dean heard the small drop of metal hit something. “Why did you put yourself in front of me?” Sam asked as he placed a piece of gauze to the wound, taping it up.
Dean leaned back into the bed, the pain relief starting to take control. His body felt as though it was floating, as though he was looking down on Sam and himself. Smiling dreamily up at Sam, he said, “Because I love you Sam. I fucking love you man”
A small smile flickered at the corner of Sam’s lips “I love you to” he turned his attention to the next wound, his fingers caressing the edges of it as he studied it.
Grabbing Sam’s wrist with a force that took them both by surprise, Dean pulled his brother towards him “I mean I LOVE YOU Sam, not in a brotherly way…” his hand flew to his mouth, as he realised what he just admitted…damn drugs making him lose his mental filter.
Sam’s body went rigid “You love me?” he whispered. Shaking his head, he picked up the scalpel placing it at the edge of the wound; he spoke “I need to patch you up Dean. It’s just the drugs talking” Dean watched as his brother set about getting the bullet out when he heard his brother’s whisper “You bastard, why did you have to tell me that when your off your face”
A flash of agony rushed through him as Sam’s fingers pushed into the wound. He let a painful whine as the finger’s probed the wound “Jesus Christ that hurts” he spat out.
“Sorry” Sam said softy as he removed his fingers “It’s in deeper than I thought it would be. Fuck Dean, I hate this. This is the fourth time in six months that I have had to remove bullets from your body. I can’t keep doing this man. One of these days someone is going to have to good an aim and catch you somewhere I can’t fix” Sam’s eyes raised to meet Dean’s a suspicious watery look in them before he glanced away pulling a pair of forceps from the tray.
“What do you want me to do then Sam?” Dean asked cautiously as he felt some of the drugs start to wear off. He was genuinely curious about what his brother wanted.
“I want a normal life,” he said as he pressed the forceps into the wound. “You’re never going to remember this so what the hell. I want a life where we can have a house Dean. Me and you, in a town where no one knows us. No one knows that we are brothers, somewhere we can live how I’ve dreamed for the last few years.”
Dean’s eyes widened as his brother spoke. Did he mean what Dean was thinking? A rush of hope ran through him as he said, “What have you dreamed that we would live like?”
He could see a faint blush run over Sam’s face as he bent over, the forceps digging in a little further. Averting his eyes away from his brothers, he focused on getting the bullet out as he spoke “As lovers. For the last few years, I have been battling these feelings I have been having. So wrong yet so right at the same time, no one else gets me the way you do Dean. No one would ever go to the lengths you have to save me” grinning, he felt the forceps hit off metal, opening them he grabbed the bullet and pulled it from the wound, trying to ignore the sound of pain that came from Dean as he pulled it out. Grabbing some antiseptic, he dotted in on some gauze pushing it against the wound. “I can’t believe we are having this conversation over bullet wounds…that just shows how fucked up our life is, we should be sitting down somewhere doing this not me pulling bullets from you. I know it’s stupid, a dream that will never happen”
Dean’s heart broke slightly as he heard the sigh of sadness rip from his body. He stayed silent as he watched Sam extract the final bullet from his body with relative ease when he made up his mind. He had always known that he would do anything for Sam but if he was honest with himself, he never expected it to extend to this. He watched as Sam pushed the tray to the floor before placing his hands over the gauze that covered Dean’s skin. Raising his hands Dean placed them on top of his brothers drawing Sam’s gaze to him as he said softly “What if it wasn’t a dream Sam? What if I was willing to do that for you?” he pulled on his brother’s arms until Sam covered his body with his own. He braced his arms on either side of Dean’s face to keep his weight off the wounds he had just patched up. Staring up into hopeful hazel eyes, he whispered, “What if I was willing to give up hunting for you?”
Sam’s body jolted in shock at his brother’s words, his mouth dropping in surprise “You don’t mean it; the drugs are making you say this”
Shaking his head, Dean grinned, “Sam, they wore off ages ago. Look at my eyes, this is all me. If it means us being happy then yes I want to do this. I would do anything for you…and I mean anything,” he whispered before leaning up and sealing his lips to Sam’s. Arm’s twisting around Sam’s broad back as he licked at the seam of Sam’s lips begging entrance. As he felt the lips part under his, he dove in with a determination. Moans of pleasure ran through them both as they moved in synch with one another. Both of them wondering why it had taken so long for them to get to this point.
Pulling back Sam stared down into his brother’s emerald green eyes, leaning down he pressed a quick kiss to Dean’s lips before rolling to the side of him. Propping up on one arm, he used the other to stroke Dean’s cheek “You mean it? You’re really willing to give up hunting for us to live a proper life?”
Nodding Dean turned his face to look at Sam’s “I really am. Tonight was our last ever gig, tomorrow we decide where we want to go and we can start thinking of how we are going to get a house. Sammy, I want us to be happy,” he whispered as a soft smile curved Sam’s lips.
“That sounds wonderful. I think we will be able to get something; we could try fixing up an old place or something. Over the years and whilst I was at Stanford, I put money aside so I could always use it for something like this.” he confessed as he thought about what the future was going to hold for them both. Grinning he smoothed a hand over Dean’s torso lingering on the covered up wounds “Can’t believe it took a conversation over bullet wounds to get us to this” they both dissolved into laughter as they discussed what the future was going to hold for them both.
Author: belladonnanoir
hc_bingoPrompt: Bullet Wounds
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing: Sam/Dean
Rating: G
Word Count: 1855
Warning: Wincest, slash, Bullet wounds so mentions of blood and pain.
Summary: Dean gets shot...isn't it funny what pain relief causes you to confess? How does Sam deal with the confessions?
Dean and Sam stared down the barrel of the gun aimed at them, both of them swallowing deeply as it occurred to them, this was possibly the end of the line for them. Stepping in front of Sam slightly, Dean smirked at the man in front of him “Hey dude, you got a problem deal with me and leave him outta this” he nodded as his brother behind him. He felt Sam’s hand press against his hip in silent warning as he taunted the man.
Dean could see the man’s hand shaking as he glared at Dean “It’s your fault, I saw you there. You killed my wife”
Holding his hands up, Dean shook his head “That wasn’t your wife anymore. She would have murdered you in your sleep man. She had been turned…she was a vampire. We had to do it”
“But she was my wife…how could you?” the man yelled, his hand shaking more violently, his gun still aimed at Dean’s torso.
“Because if we hadn’t, she would have massacred the whole town” Dean spat, his temper raising, he felt Sam’s hands tighten on his waist again. He watched in horror as the man stood upright, the shaking gone, gun levelled at Dean.
“She would never have done that. Rot in hell you bastard” he sneered, as he clicked the safety off. Time stopped in that instant for Dean, his whole life flashing before his eyes as he heard the blast of the bullet exploding from the barrel. He stood transfixed as it flew towards him, the last thoughts being of the secrets he had kept from Sam…his real feelings. He could hear his brother’s yell as he felt a burning sensation rip through his skin before the darkness overtook him.
Bright light’s broke through Dean’s closed eyes, his mouth opening to draw in a deep breath “Am I dead?” he whispered in the room. His eyes opening as he heard a deep laugh from the side of him. Turning his head to the side, he realised saw Sam staring down at him, bandages and a needle next to him. Looking around Dean realised they were back in the hotel room, his body on his bed.
“No you’re not dead Dean, just shot.” Sam said as he pulled a small tray down onto the bed as he sat next to his brother. “I need to patch up your wounds and get the bullets out”
“Bullets? I though I was only shot once” Dean stuttered as he tried to look down, his eyes landing on his bare torso, the skin covered in blood.
“No he done it three times, think he wanted to make sure you were dead.” Sam’s eyes lowered in guilt “I killed him. I watched as he pulled the trigger and I snapped Dean. I couldn’t let him live for what he done” he pulled a small bottle from the tray, filling a syringe with the liquid. Pressing the tip of the needle to the skin, he slipped it in, filling the bloodstream with the liquid “I’m just giving you some pain relief; this is going to hurt like a fucker dude”
As he set the syringe down, Dean threw his hand out grabbing Sam’s with his own “I know you feel guilty but I understand why you did it. If it had been you, I would have done the same,” Dean confessed, flinching as he watched Sam pick up a small scalpel with his free hand.
“I’m sorry Dean” Sam said quietly, as he laid it against his flesh, Feeling the small knick against his skin, Dean groaned, the sound getting louder as he felt Sam’s fingers enter the wound, rooting around for the bullet. Gritting his teeth, he grabbed the covers of the bed with one hand, the other squeezing Sam’s leg with a force that caused his brother to grunt in pain. “Found it” Sam bit out; his fingers leaving the wound, Dean heard the small drop of metal hit something. “Why did you put yourself in front of me?” Sam asked as he placed a piece of gauze to the wound, taping it up.
Dean leaned back into the bed, the pain relief starting to take control. His body felt as though it was floating, as though he was looking down on Sam and himself. Smiling dreamily up at Sam, he said, “Because I love you Sam. I fucking love you man”
A small smile flickered at the corner of Sam’s lips “I love you to” he turned his attention to the next wound, his fingers caressing the edges of it as he studied it.
Grabbing Sam’s wrist with a force that took them both by surprise, Dean pulled his brother towards him “I mean I LOVE YOU Sam, not in a brotherly way…” his hand flew to his mouth, as he realised what he just admitted…damn drugs making him lose his mental filter.
Sam’s body went rigid “You love me?” he whispered. Shaking his head, he picked up the scalpel placing it at the edge of the wound; he spoke “I need to patch you up Dean. It’s just the drugs talking” Dean watched as his brother set about getting the bullet out when he heard his brother’s whisper “You bastard, why did you have to tell me that when your off your face”
A flash of agony rushed through him as Sam’s fingers pushed into the wound. He let a painful whine as the finger’s probed the wound “Jesus Christ that hurts” he spat out.
“Sorry” Sam said softy as he removed his fingers “It’s in deeper than I thought it would be. Fuck Dean, I hate this. This is the fourth time in six months that I have had to remove bullets from your body. I can’t keep doing this man. One of these days someone is going to have to good an aim and catch you somewhere I can’t fix” Sam’s eyes raised to meet Dean’s a suspicious watery look in them before he glanced away pulling a pair of forceps from the tray.
“What do you want me to do then Sam?” Dean asked cautiously as he felt some of the drugs start to wear off. He was genuinely curious about what his brother wanted.
“I want a normal life,” he said as he pressed the forceps into the wound. “You’re never going to remember this so what the hell. I want a life where we can have a house Dean. Me and you, in a town where no one knows us. No one knows that we are brothers, somewhere we can live how I’ve dreamed for the last few years.”
Dean’s eyes widened as his brother spoke. Did he mean what Dean was thinking? A rush of hope ran through him as he said, “What have you dreamed that we would live like?”
He could see a faint blush run over Sam’s face as he bent over, the forceps digging in a little further. Averting his eyes away from his brothers, he focused on getting the bullet out as he spoke “As lovers. For the last few years, I have been battling these feelings I have been having. So wrong yet so right at the same time, no one else gets me the way you do Dean. No one would ever go to the lengths you have to save me” grinning, he felt the forceps hit off metal, opening them he grabbed the bullet and pulled it from the wound, trying to ignore the sound of pain that came from Dean as he pulled it out. Grabbing some antiseptic, he dotted in on some gauze pushing it against the wound. “I can’t believe we are having this conversation over bullet wounds…that just shows how fucked up our life is, we should be sitting down somewhere doing this not me pulling bullets from you. I know it’s stupid, a dream that will never happen”
Dean’s heart broke slightly as he heard the sigh of sadness rip from his body. He stayed silent as he watched Sam extract the final bullet from his body with relative ease when he made up his mind. He had always known that he would do anything for Sam but if he was honest with himself, he never expected it to extend to this. He watched as Sam pushed the tray to the floor before placing his hands over the gauze that covered Dean’s skin. Raising his hands Dean placed them on top of his brothers drawing Sam’s gaze to him as he said softly “What if it wasn’t a dream Sam? What if I was willing to do that for you?” he pulled on his brother’s arms until Sam covered his body with his own. He braced his arms on either side of Dean’s face to keep his weight off the wounds he had just patched up. Staring up into hopeful hazel eyes, he whispered, “What if I was willing to give up hunting for you?”
Sam’s body jolted in shock at his brother’s words, his mouth dropping in surprise “You don’t mean it; the drugs are making you say this”
Shaking his head, Dean grinned, “Sam, they wore off ages ago. Look at my eyes, this is all me. If it means us being happy then yes I want to do this. I would do anything for you…and I mean anything,” he whispered before leaning up and sealing his lips to Sam’s. Arm’s twisting around Sam’s broad back as he licked at the seam of Sam’s lips begging entrance. As he felt the lips part under his, he dove in with a determination. Moans of pleasure ran through them both as they moved in synch with one another. Both of them wondering why it had taken so long for them to get to this point.
Pulling back Sam stared down into his brother’s emerald green eyes, leaning down he pressed a quick kiss to Dean’s lips before rolling to the side of him. Propping up on one arm, he used the other to stroke Dean’s cheek “You mean it? You’re really willing to give up hunting for us to live a proper life?”
Nodding Dean turned his face to look at Sam’s “I really am. Tonight was our last ever gig, tomorrow we decide where we want to go and we can start thinking of how we are going to get a house. Sammy, I want us to be happy,” he whispered as a soft smile curved Sam’s lips.
“That sounds wonderful. I think we will be able to get something; we could try fixing up an old place or something. Over the years and whilst I was at Stanford, I put money aside so I could always use it for something like this.” he confessed as he thought about what the future was going to hold for them both. Grinning he smoothed a hand over Dean’s torso lingering on the covered up wounds “Can’t believe it took a conversation over bullet wounds to get us to this” they both dissolved into laughter as they discussed what the future was going to hold for them both.