Fic - Sam/Dean - What's that smell - R
Title: What’s that smell?
Author: benitle
Pairing: Sam/Dean
Rating: R for mentions of incestuous sex and kinky subjects
Warnings, spoilers: Wincest, kinky stuff, no spoilers
Word count: 2,037
Summary: The thing is, Sam likes Dean’s underwear and not in the sense of wearing it when he ran out of clean briefs himself, no, but rather in the sense of, well, sniffling at it. And yeah, we’re not talking about the fresh underwear with oh-the-new-washing-powder-smells-so-good-honey kind of sniffling, but Sam actually likes the used one best.
Disclaimer: This is a piece of fiction. The characters belong to Eric Kripke and the CW. No money is being made, no copyright infringement intended.
Notes: Many thanks to frayen for the quick and wonderful beta. Thank you, honey! Then I need to say that I blame this fic on drvsilla who, with her daily informal memes, brings out the kink! It’s all Drv’s fault. Happy Easter!
Let me tell you a story about someone I know. His name’s Sam, Sam Winchester. He’s a professional demon hunter and drives through the country with his brother Dean. On their way they kill everything evil and save as many virgins as they can. Okay, so maybe they’re not limited to virgins (and believe me, they’re no longer virgins after Dean’s done with them), but they like helping people. Even though Sam and Dean live on the road, they’re not that different from other people.
So, Sam has this hobby.
Some would call it perverse; Sam likes to call it, uh, mildly kinky and not morally wrong at all. No, we’re not talking about the fact that Sam likes fucking his brother, that’s another story for another day. The thing is, Sam likes Dean’s underwear and not in the sense of wearing it when he ran out of clean briefs himself, no, but rather in the sense of, well, sniffling at it. And yeah, we’re not talking about the fresh underwear with oh-the-new-washing-powder-smells-so-good-honey kind of sniffling, but Sam actually likes the used one best.
Wait, wait, wait!
Sam thinks that before you judge him now, you should know a few things. Because Sam, being the geek that he is, has this theory about it, mainly because he has a theory about nearly everything.
Sam blames it on his childhood - this argument, the one where he blames everything on his childhood, is getting kinda old now if you ask me. Anyway, he blames it on the way he and Dean grew up. Without a home, without friends, and so on, and so on. Sam believes that the reason he likes sniffling Dean’s underwear is that Dean’s underwear has been one of the few constants in his life. No matter where they were, crappy motel, run down apartment, a cold and empty house, one thing Sam always could count on was that there’d always be used underwear, Dean’s underwear.
See, Sam’s the youngest and hence it’s only somewhat natural that he mostly ended up with laundry duty. Doing the laundry is not really something that demon hunting men like to do, that’s why it was passed down the ranks with the argument “I’m older, do as you are told.” He was practically predestined to develop a sniffling kink, or so Sam says. Whenever he sorted the dirty clothes by color, he was confronted with opportunities and temptation to not only wash them, but maybe also smell them just once.
It all began when Sam was a 15 year old horndog. That explains about everything, don’t you agree? Anyway, Sam had thought about it before, but 15 was the age when he finally couldn’t resist anymore. Sam always loved the way Dean smelled - gun and motor oil, musky and manly, mixed with something sweet like fresh cookies and something added on top that was just so typically Dean. When Sam was 15, it was also the time when Dean and he were together like this for the first time and according to hobby-psychologist-Sam it’s not the least surprising that he developed a liking for Dean’s dirty laundry.
It all started with a used tee shirt; just a normal, everyday tee shirt, not one of those worn-during-a-hunt-or-a-long-and-sweaty-
workout ones, no, just a normal, innocent tee shirt; Dean’s shirt. Sam remembers so well because he stole it that day and kept it hidden like the secret and precious treasure that it was to him.
He didn’t know where the urge suddenly came from back then but it was so strong that he just had to press the thin and worn out fabric to his nose. It smelled just like Dean’s skin and reflected everything Sam loved. A scent so rich and so essentially Dean that Sam couldn’t help the arousal, half-hard almost immediately. It was weird at first, the idea of being turned on by sniffing at a used shirt, but it reminded him of everything he and Dean did whenever John wasn’t looking, everything that felt so good. So yeah, it was embarrassing first, but the arousal and pleasure were stronger in the end.
He didn’t stick to those shirts though. Soon he realized that pieces soaked with sweat smelled even stronger like Dean and um, that they aroused him even more. Sam experimented and found out that for him the ne plus ultra were Dean’s boxer briefs. Yeah, there you got it. Sam still doesn’t think it gives you the right to call him a pervert.
Even now, years later, Sam likes doing it, sniffing Dean’s used clothes before he does laundry. Usually, Sam has this little order he follows, like a pattern of his crime: he starts with Dean’s pants, inhaling quickly and taking only a few breaths. It’s like foreplay - shut up, Sam doesn’t want to be judged (neither for the fact that he’s a sniffler nor for the fact that he knows that foreplay is important!) Next he likes to sniffle at Dean’s shirts, along the sleeves, over the armpits to the back. He takes his time then; it’s like slowly easing into the main act. By the time he’s done with the shirt, Sam’s so worked up that he’s already fully hard. And alright, alright, Sam admits that maybe he’s a kinky bastard.
And then comes what Sam always likes best: the underwear. As soon as he realizes that it’s laundry day, he’s twitchy and excited. Of course, he tries to behave as normal as possible, but seriously, it’s not that easy when you are practically bouncy with anticipation. Still, Sam thinks he’s doing a decent job. When he finally rubs his nose against the fabric - only the tip at first, tentatively and bashfully, it feels as if all stress and worries fell from his shoulders for once. And finally, when he presses his whole face into the material, he’s hit by a wave of arousal that washes through his whole body like a wave. He takes a few deep breaths, trying to inhale as much of Dean’s scent as possible. Sometimes he’s so turned on that he has to moan softly into the briefs, sometimes he’s so aroused that he has to touch himself, carefully rubbing the bulge in his pants. After the deep breaths, Sam takes a few shallow ones, feeling light-headed and stroking himself harder.
Dean’s scent makes him think about all the times Sam and Dean kissed, about the times Sam licked all over Dean’s body and the times he sucked him off, slow and easy or hard and desperate. It makes him think about the way Dean tastes and sounds when he comes. The scent makes Sam think about their bond and everything special they share.
Once he’s reached that state of arousal, it doesn’t take Sam long to come and if he’s not careful enough, he spills it all in his pants. Usually, he uses Dean’s underwear as some kind of shield. On the one hand it’s only fair that he comes on Dean’s briefs because they do that to him in the first place and on the other hand, what harm is done when they’re immediately being washed anyway and Dean will never find out? Exactly, Sam thinks the same. He even stopped feeling guilty a while back. And that’s like an enormous step for Sam Winchester.
See, that’s Sam’s point of view of the whole thing. Thank God, John never found out about it, otherwise - I don’t even want to imagine John’s reaction. He was never exactly comfortable with handling the fact that his boys were not boys anymore but young adults who developed their own sexualities. Anyway, let’s not talk about John here. Sam is the one doing the sniffing and, you know, he’s not consuming a drug that grew on trees but there needs to be someone who provides the dirty laundry in the first place. That’s where Dean comes back in.
Of course Dean figured Sam’s kink all out. Don’t tell Sam, alright? Because Sam doesn’t know that Dean did and it’s a good thing because Sam probably would die of humiliation on the spot if he knew that Dean knows. Even though it doesn’t really take a genius to discover Sam’s kink; the way he gets agitated when it’s laundry day, the way he always volunteers to do the unwanted task or the way he asks whether Dean wouldn’t like to go get dinner while Sam takes care of the laundry. Or the way he’s so high on adrenaline that when he comes back from the Laundromat, he can't wait to get into Dean’s pants to have the real thing. Ah, well, let Sam continue to believe he was subtle about all this. Dean finds it kinda cute, except that Dean doesn’t find things cute, but you get the idea.
Dean has his own ways when it comes to dealing with his brother’s kink. He doesn’t understand it and he can’t imagine how something like sniffling your brother’s underwear could be sexy. One thing he does like though is the way Sam is horny when he comes back. So yeah, Dean would never judge Sam. Far from it, he even makes sure to provide the necessary crack to support Sam’s addiction.
Whenever it’s laundry day, Dean looks at Sam and asks whether Sam would mind if Dean went running for maybe half an hour to an hour and whether Sam would mind waiting to do the laundry until afterwards while Dean showers. Of course, Dean can practically see Sam salivate and go to half-hard at the prospect of extra sweaty underwear.
But then, Dean’s a big brother and how much of a good big brother would he be if he didn’t come after the big brother task of making his little brother’s life just a bit harder? See, Dean has this awesome and so ingenious plan in mind and in the end it’s supposed to be for his own good, too.
How you ask? Let me explain.
The day Dean decides to confront Sammy with the fact that he knows about Sam’s kink (and traumatize Sam for the rest of his life like awesome big brothers do) goes as follows: It’s laundry day. Dean tells Sam that he’ll go running and Sam practically bounces on his feet like a bunny on crack. Dean runs, sweats, comes back and undresses, throwing his dirty clothes in Sam’s direction. Then he walks stark-naked - what a sight, I tell you! - to the bathroom to take a shower. He starts the water but as soon as he hears the motel room door click shut, he turns it off, dresses and follows Sam to the Laundromat. God, Dean Winchester, you’re a genius. Really.
The late hour works in favor of Dean’s plan. The Laundromat’s empty except for Sammy, who’s currently pretending to sort clothes. Dean is sneaky enough to know how to hide in dark corners and Sam’s too lost in his little kink to notice anyway. It only takes a few minutes until Sammy sniffles at Dean’s pants, then next are the shirts and finally - the underwear.
This is actually the moment Dean planned to walk into the Laundromat, all blasé, saying, “Hey surprise, Sammy!” Am I right, Dean? But when Sam stands there, stroking his cock desperately and needy Dean can neither force himself to move his feet nor look away.
Awesome, Dean. Seriously, dude.
So while Sammy jerks off, sniffling at Dean’s briefs, Dean spies from outside, frozen to the spot. He can’t help but start touching himself as he continues watching Sam. It’s over for both of them too soon and Dean decides it’s best to simply go back to the motel and wait for Sam to return to get laid.
Now that’s an ingenious plan, Dean. I’m so proud of you.
Anyway, that’s exactly what happens: Dean goes back, Sam later follows, sex ensues.
Every now and then, Dean follows Sam when he does laundry, but he doesn’t even think about spoiling this for Sam. Far from it, he’ll make sure to run extra fast and sweat extra hard on laundry day. Now that’s what I call an awesome big brother.
Author: benitle
Pairing: Sam/Dean
Rating: R for mentions of incestuous sex and kinky subjects
Warnings, spoilers: Wincest, kinky stuff, no spoilers
Word count: 2,037
Summary: The thing is, Sam likes Dean’s underwear and not in the sense of wearing it when he ran out of clean briefs himself, no, but rather in the sense of, well, sniffling at it. And yeah, we’re not talking about the fresh underwear with oh-the-new-washing-powder-smells-so-good-honey kind of sniffling, but Sam actually likes the used one best.
Disclaimer: This is a piece of fiction. The characters belong to Eric Kripke and the CW. No money is being made, no copyright infringement intended.
Notes: Many thanks to frayen for the quick and wonderful beta. Thank you, honey! Then I need to say that I blame this fic on drvsilla who, with her daily informal memes, brings out the kink! It’s all Drv’s fault. Happy Easter!
Let me tell you a story about someone I know. His name’s Sam, Sam Winchester. He’s a professional demon hunter and drives through the country with his brother Dean. On their way they kill everything evil and save as many virgins as they can. Okay, so maybe they’re not limited to virgins (and believe me, they’re no longer virgins after Dean’s done with them), but they like helping people. Even though Sam and Dean live on the road, they’re not that different from other people.
So, Sam has this hobby.
Some would call it perverse; Sam likes to call it, uh, mildly kinky and not morally wrong at all. No, we’re not talking about the fact that Sam likes fucking his brother, that’s another story for another day. The thing is, Sam likes Dean’s underwear and not in the sense of wearing it when he ran out of clean briefs himself, no, but rather in the sense of, well, sniffling at it. And yeah, we’re not talking about the fresh underwear with oh-the-new-washing-powder-smells-so-good-honey kind of sniffling, but Sam actually likes the used one best.
Wait, wait, wait!
Sam thinks that before you judge him now, you should know a few things. Because Sam, being the geek that he is, has this theory about it, mainly because he has a theory about nearly everything.
Sam blames it on his childhood - this argument, the one where he blames everything on his childhood, is getting kinda old now if you ask me. Anyway, he blames it on the way he and Dean grew up. Without a home, without friends, and so on, and so on. Sam believes that the reason he likes sniffling Dean’s underwear is that Dean’s underwear has been one of the few constants in his life. No matter where they were, crappy motel, run down apartment, a cold and empty house, one thing Sam always could count on was that there’d always be used underwear, Dean’s underwear.
See, Sam’s the youngest and hence it’s only somewhat natural that he mostly ended up with laundry duty. Doing the laundry is not really something that demon hunting men like to do, that’s why it was passed down the ranks with the argument “I’m older, do as you are told.” He was practically predestined to develop a sniffling kink, or so Sam says. Whenever he sorted the dirty clothes by color, he was confronted with opportunities and temptation to not only wash them, but maybe also smell them just once.
It all began when Sam was a 15 year old horndog. That explains about everything, don’t you agree? Anyway, Sam had thought about it before, but 15 was the age when he finally couldn’t resist anymore. Sam always loved the way Dean smelled - gun and motor oil, musky and manly, mixed with something sweet like fresh cookies and something added on top that was just so typically Dean. When Sam was 15, it was also the time when Dean and he were together like this for the first time and according to hobby-psychologist-Sam it’s not the least surprising that he developed a liking for Dean’s dirty laundry.
It all started with a used tee shirt; just a normal, everyday tee shirt, not one of those worn-during-a-hunt-or-a-long-and-sweaty-
workout ones, no, just a normal, innocent tee shirt; Dean’s shirt. Sam remembers so well because he stole it that day and kept it hidden like the secret and precious treasure that it was to him.
He didn’t know where the urge suddenly came from back then but it was so strong that he just had to press the thin and worn out fabric to his nose. It smelled just like Dean’s skin and reflected everything Sam loved. A scent so rich and so essentially Dean that Sam couldn’t help the arousal, half-hard almost immediately. It was weird at first, the idea of being turned on by sniffing at a used shirt, but it reminded him of everything he and Dean did whenever John wasn’t looking, everything that felt so good. So yeah, it was embarrassing first, but the arousal and pleasure were stronger in the end.
He didn’t stick to those shirts though. Soon he realized that pieces soaked with sweat smelled even stronger like Dean and um, that they aroused him even more. Sam experimented and found out that for him the ne plus ultra were Dean’s boxer briefs. Yeah, there you got it. Sam still doesn’t think it gives you the right to call him a pervert.
Even now, years later, Sam likes doing it, sniffing Dean’s used clothes before he does laundry. Usually, Sam has this little order he follows, like a pattern of his crime: he starts with Dean’s pants, inhaling quickly and taking only a few breaths. It’s like foreplay - shut up, Sam doesn’t want to be judged (neither for the fact that he’s a sniffler nor for the fact that he knows that foreplay is important!) Next he likes to sniffle at Dean’s shirts, along the sleeves, over the armpits to the back. He takes his time then; it’s like slowly easing into the main act. By the time he’s done with the shirt, Sam’s so worked up that he’s already fully hard. And alright, alright, Sam admits that maybe he’s a kinky bastard.
And then comes what Sam always likes best: the underwear. As soon as he realizes that it’s laundry day, he’s twitchy and excited. Of course, he tries to behave as normal as possible, but seriously, it’s not that easy when you are practically bouncy with anticipation. Still, Sam thinks he’s doing a decent job. When he finally rubs his nose against the fabric - only the tip at first, tentatively and bashfully, it feels as if all stress and worries fell from his shoulders for once. And finally, when he presses his whole face into the material, he’s hit by a wave of arousal that washes through his whole body like a wave. He takes a few deep breaths, trying to inhale as much of Dean’s scent as possible. Sometimes he’s so turned on that he has to moan softly into the briefs, sometimes he’s so aroused that he has to touch himself, carefully rubbing the bulge in his pants. After the deep breaths, Sam takes a few shallow ones, feeling light-headed and stroking himself harder.
Dean’s scent makes him think about all the times Sam and Dean kissed, about the times Sam licked all over Dean’s body and the times he sucked him off, slow and easy or hard and desperate. It makes him think about the way Dean tastes and sounds when he comes. The scent makes Sam think about their bond and everything special they share.
Once he’s reached that state of arousal, it doesn’t take Sam long to come and if he’s not careful enough, he spills it all in his pants. Usually, he uses Dean’s underwear as some kind of shield. On the one hand it’s only fair that he comes on Dean’s briefs because they do that to him in the first place and on the other hand, what harm is done when they’re immediately being washed anyway and Dean will never find out? Exactly, Sam thinks the same. He even stopped feeling guilty a while back. And that’s like an enormous step for Sam Winchester.
See, that’s Sam’s point of view of the whole thing. Thank God, John never found out about it, otherwise - I don’t even want to imagine John’s reaction. He was never exactly comfortable with handling the fact that his boys were not boys anymore but young adults who developed their own sexualities. Anyway, let’s not talk about John here. Sam is the one doing the sniffing and, you know, he’s not consuming a drug that grew on trees but there needs to be someone who provides the dirty laundry in the first place. That’s where Dean comes back in.
Of course Dean figured Sam’s kink all out. Don’t tell Sam, alright? Because Sam doesn’t know that Dean did and it’s a good thing because Sam probably would die of humiliation on the spot if he knew that Dean knows. Even though it doesn’t really take a genius to discover Sam’s kink; the way he gets agitated when it’s laundry day, the way he always volunteers to do the unwanted task or the way he asks whether Dean wouldn’t like to go get dinner while Sam takes care of the laundry. Or the way he’s so high on adrenaline that when he comes back from the Laundromat, he can't wait to get into Dean’s pants to have the real thing. Ah, well, let Sam continue to believe he was subtle about all this. Dean finds it kinda cute, except that Dean doesn’t find things cute, but you get the idea.
Dean has his own ways when it comes to dealing with his brother’s kink. He doesn’t understand it and he can’t imagine how something like sniffling your brother’s underwear could be sexy. One thing he does like though is the way Sam is horny when he comes back. So yeah, Dean would never judge Sam. Far from it, he even makes sure to provide the necessary crack to support Sam’s addiction.
Whenever it’s laundry day, Dean looks at Sam and asks whether Sam would mind if Dean went running for maybe half an hour to an hour and whether Sam would mind waiting to do the laundry until afterwards while Dean showers. Of course, Dean can practically see Sam salivate and go to half-hard at the prospect of extra sweaty underwear.
But then, Dean’s a big brother and how much of a good big brother would he be if he didn’t come after the big brother task of making his little brother’s life just a bit harder? See, Dean has this awesome and so ingenious plan in mind and in the end it’s supposed to be for his own good, too.
How you ask? Let me explain.
The day Dean decides to confront Sammy with the fact that he knows about Sam’s kink (and traumatize Sam for the rest of his life like awesome big brothers do) goes as follows: It’s laundry day. Dean tells Sam that he’ll go running and Sam practically bounces on his feet like a bunny on crack. Dean runs, sweats, comes back and undresses, throwing his dirty clothes in Sam’s direction. Then he walks stark-naked - what a sight, I tell you! - to the bathroom to take a shower. He starts the water but as soon as he hears the motel room door click shut, he turns it off, dresses and follows Sam to the Laundromat. God, Dean Winchester, you’re a genius. Really.
The late hour works in favor of Dean’s plan. The Laundromat’s empty except for Sammy, who’s currently pretending to sort clothes. Dean is sneaky enough to know how to hide in dark corners and Sam’s too lost in his little kink to notice anyway. It only takes a few minutes until Sammy sniffles at Dean’s pants, then next are the shirts and finally - the underwear.
This is actually the moment Dean planned to walk into the Laundromat, all blasé, saying, “Hey surprise, Sammy!” Am I right, Dean? But when Sam stands there, stroking his cock desperately and needy Dean can neither force himself to move his feet nor look away.
Awesome, Dean. Seriously, dude.
So while Sammy jerks off, sniffling at Dean’s briefs, Dean spies from outside, frozen to the spot. He can’t help but start touching himself as he continues watching Sam. It’s over for both of them too soon and Dean decides it’s best to simply go back to the motel and wait for Sam to return to get laid.
Now that’s an ingenious plan, Dean. I’m so proud of you.
Anyway, that’s exactly what happens: Dean goes back, Sam later follows, sex ensues.
Every now and then, Dean follows Sam when he does laundry, but he doesn’t even think about spoiling this for Sam. Far from it, he’ll make sure to run extra fast and sweat extra hard on laundry day. Now that’s what I call an awesome big brother.