Truth Be Told
Title: Truth Be Told
Author: my_sam_dean
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing/character: Sam/Dean
Rating: R
Prompt: The boys get drunk/high, their inhibitions are lowered and their true desires are revealed; affection please. -round_of_kink
Kink: drunkenness
Table/Prompt: Fluff/#03-Cuddle - Mission Insane
Notes/Warnings: I own nothing Supernatural. Warnings: could possibly be considered pre-slash/incest, unusually close brothers.
It had been a rough hunt. Whenever a salt and burn involved a child, it was always the same.
"I think I'm gonna have to cut you guys off for the night," the bartender told them.
"Come on. Sam's not even singing karoke yet. He's nowhere near drunk," Dean argued.
"We don't have karoke," the bartender told him and smiled.
"Dean ain't puking yet," Sam got the giggles. "She's snot drunk," he slurred.
"Sammy, you're not helping," Dean elbowed him so hard that he fell off his stool but Dean didn't notice. "Can I get one more, please?" Dean would later deny that he'd gotten so close to begging for a brew.
"No. Pick your friend up off the floor before you leave," the bartender went back to work.
"Floor?" Dean looked over to Sam's stool to find it empty. "Sam?"
Sam groaned from the floor.
"What happened?" Dean asked him.
"Dunno. I was just sitting there and then I was here."
"We'll check for EMF tomorrow," Dean told him. "Let's just get back to the motel."
"Do we have a room at a motel? I thought we just came here."
"I think I checked us in. Damn, can't remember if that was today or some other day."
***
"We have a room. What the hell do you know?" Dean found a key in his pocket and opened the door.
Sam tried to get through the door the same time as Dean and they got stuck. Dean grumped about it and Sam dissolved into peals of giggles. When they both got inside, Dean pushed Sam toward a bed and he toppled over onto it, still giggling.
"You're drunk," Dean stumbled on his way to the bathroom.
"But I didn't get to sing!"
"Dude, no one wants to hear you sing." Dean shook his head as Sam started caterwauling some song Dean had never heard. He got ready for bed and told Sam it was his turn.
"But I haven't done my encore," Sam snorted when he laughed. "You gotta hear my encore."
"I taught you all the good songs that you know. I don't need to hear any others that you've picked up."
Sam's laughter stopped suddenly. "Dean, I'm gonna be sick."
Dean wrestled Sam off the bed and into the bathroom. Sam rested his head on his arms while waves of nausea overcame him. Dean put a cool washcloth on the back of Sam's neck and rubbed his back.
"I'm gonna die."
"You'll want to die, but you won't," Dean corrected him.
Dean helped Sam out of his sweaty clothes and got another washcloth to wipe his back down.
"I need to brush my teeth."
"I'll help ya get ready for bed. You'll sleep better when you're all cleaned up."
***
Sam was safely in bed, bemoaning the drinks he should not have had, while Dean searched for that all-important aspirin. He took some himself and then put them with a glass of water by Sam's bed. He wouldn't be able to keep them down now, but maybe later.
"Come sit with me," Sam whined.
"Sam, you're drunk, not sick."
"I feel sick," Sam turned on the puppy dog eyes.
"Scoot over," Dean ordered as he got out of bed. "And don't you dare puke on me."
***
Dean ran his fingers through Sam's hair, "How you feeling, Sammy?"
"Little better. I like it when you play with my hair."
"I know. That's why I do it."
"Jessica never did. She tried, but her ways of trying to comfort me didn't work as well as yours do."
"Well, Sam, you're making it a little awkward here. Congratulations on that."
"I just missed having you around when I was sick or upset. What's wrong with that?"
"Nothing."
Sam snuggled in closer. "Did you miss me when I was gone?"
Dean let a few breaths pass before he answered. "Yeah. It was awful."
"Awful, how?"
"I'm just glad it's over."
Sam idly ran his fingers up and down Dean's arm, which promptly broke out in goose bumps. "Are you cold?"
"No."
"Hmm," Sam's befuddled mind was trying to come up with another explanation.
"I'm getting tired. Scoot over so I can lie down or I'm going back to my own bed."
Sam moved in small increments until there was enough room for Dean. Once Dean was under the blankets, he was covered with Sam.
"It's kinda sad that you were missing me when I was gone because I was missing you, too," Sam's said quietly. "If I would have known, I would have tried to have seen you."
"Would that have made our separation any easier? Periodic visits?"
"I guess not," Sam admitted. "Let's not do that again."
"No argument here," Dean smiled. "I like having you close."
"Me, too," Sam sounded sleepy.
"Think you can keep some aspirin down?"
"Don't wanna move, Dean."
Dean struggled to sit up and get the glass and aspirin for the bedside table. "Come on, Sam. I won't bother you again after this."
Sam huffed but took the pills.
"I sleep better by you," Sam was back to resting his head on Dean's shoulder.
"You always have," Dean smiled. "I sleep better, too. I know you're safe and that makes it easier for me to rest."
"Do you think this is weird?"
"When have we ever been normal, Sammy? Besides, it's just the two of us here. There's no one to judge."
"You don't think I act like a girl?"
"Nah, you just like to cuddle."
"How come you call me a girl then?"
"Just messing with you like a brother should. It's really just to cover up that I like to cuddle, too."
"I figured that."
They laid there in silence, Dean playing with Sam's hair and Sam trailing his fingers over Dean's skin.
"You know if you ever tell anyone that I like to cuddle, I'll deny it."
"Yup," Sam replied. "Let's just get some sleep."
That's how they slept, cuddled together, resting soundly, knowing that their brother was safe. It's how it was right after the fire, and how it would always be.
Author: my_sam_dean
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing/character: Sam/Dean
Rating: R
Prompt: The boys get drunk/high, their inhibitions are lowered and their true desires are revealed; affection please. -round_of_kink
Kink: drunkenness
Table/Prompt: Fluff/#03-Cuddle - Mission Insane
Notes/Warnings: I own nothing Supernatural. Warnings: could possibly be considered pre-slash/incest, unusually close brothers.
It had been a rough hunt. Whenever a salt and burn involved a child, it was always the same.
"I think I'm gonna have to cut you guys off for the night," the bartender told them.
"Come on. Sam's not even singing karoke yet. He's nowhere near drunk," Dean argued.
"We don't have karoke," the bartender told him and smiled.
"Dean ain't puking yet," Sam got the giggles. "She's snot drunk," he slurred.
"Sammy, you're not helping," Dean elbowed him so hard that he fell off his stool but Dean didn't notice. "Can I get one more, please?" Dean would later deny that he'd gotten so close to begging for a brew.
"No. Pick your friend up off the floor before you leave," the bartender went back to work.
"Floor?" Dean looked over to Sam's stool to find it empty. "Sam?"
Sam groaned from the floor.
"What happened?" Dean asked him.
"Dunno. I was just sitting there and then I was here."
"We'll check for EMF tomorrow," Dean told him. "Let's just get back to the motel."
"Do we have a room at a motel? I thought we just came here."
"I think I checked us in. Damn, can't remember if that was today or some other day."
***
"We have a room. What the hell do you know?" Dean found a key in his pocket and opened the door.
Sam tried to get through the door the same time as Dean and they got stuck. Dean grumped about it and Sam dissolved into peals of giggles. When they both got inside, Dean pushed Sam toward a bed and he toppled over onto it, still giggling.
"You're drunk," Dean stumbled on his way to the bathroom.
"But I didn't get to sing!"
"Dude, no one wants to hear you sing." Dean shook his head as Sam started caterwauling some song Dean had never heard. He got ready for bed and told Sam it was his turn.
"But I haven't done my encore," Sam snorted when he laughed. "You gotta hear my encore."
"I taught you all the good songs that you know. I don't need to hear any others that you've picked up."
Sam's laughter stopped suddenly. "Dean, I'm gonna be sick."
Dean wrestled Sam off the bed and into the bathroom. Sam rested his head on his arms while waves of nausea overcame him. Dean put a cool washcloth on the back of Sam's neck and rubbed his back.
"I'm gonna die."
"You'll want to die, but you won't," Dean corrected him.
Dean helped Sam out of his sweaty clothes and got another washcloth to wipe his back down.
"I need to brush my teeth."
"I'll help ya get ready for bed. You'll sleep better when you're all cleaned up."
***
Sam was safely in bed, bemoaning the drinks he should not have had, while Dean searched for that all-important aspirin. He took some himself and then put them with a glass of water by Sam's bed. He wouldn't be able to keep them down now, but maybe later.
"Come sit with me," Sam whined.
"Sam, you're drunk, not sick."
"I feel sick," Sam turned on the puppy dog eyes.
"Scoot over," Dean ordered as he got out of bed. "And don't you dare puke on me."
***
Dean ran his fingers through Sam's hair, "How you feeling, Sammy?"
"Little better. I like it when you play with my hair."
"I know. That's why I do it."
"Jessica never did. She tried, but her ways of trying to comfort me didn't work as well as yours do."
"Well, Sam, you're making it a little awkward here. Congratulations on that."
"I just missed having you around when I was sick or upset. What's wrong with that?"
"Nothing."
Sam snuggled in closer. "Did you miss me when I was gone?"
Dean let a few breaths pass before he answered. "Yeah. It was awful."
"Awful, how?"
"I'm just glad it's over."
Sam idly ran his fingers up and down Dean's arm, which promptly broke out in goose bumps. "Are you cold?"
"No."
"Hmm," Sam's befuddled mind was trying to come up with another explanation.
"I'm getting tired. Scoot over so I can lie down or I'm going back to my own bed."
Sam moved in small increments until there was enough room for Dean. Once Dean was under the blankets, he was covered with Sam.
"It's kinda sad that you were missing me when I was gone because I was missing you, too," Sam's said quietly. "If I would have known, I would have tried to have seen you."
"Would that have made our separation any easier? Periodic visits?"
"I guess not," Sam admitted. "Let's not do that again."
"No argument here," Dean smiled. "I like having you close."
"Me, too," Sam sounded sleepy.
"Think you can keep some aspirin down?"
"Don't wanna move, Dean."
Dean struggled to sit up and get the glass and aspirin for the bedside table. "Come on, Sam. I won't bother you again after this."
Sam huffed but took the pills.
"I sleep better by you," Sam was back to resting his head on Dean's shoulder.
"You always have," Dean smiled. "I sleep better, too. I know you're safe and that makes it easier for me to rest."
"Do you think this is weird?"
"When have we ever been normal, Sammy? Besides, it's just the two of us here. There's no one to judge."
"You don't think I act like a girl?"
"Nah, you just like to cuddle."
"How come you call me a girl then?"
"Just messing with you like a brother should. It's really just to cover up that I like to cuddle, too."
"I figured that."
They laid there in silence, Dean playing with Sam's hair and Sam trailing his fingers over Dean's skin.
"You know if you ever tell anyone that I like to cuddle, I'll deny it."
"Yup," Sam replied. "Let's just get some sleep."
That's how they slept, cuddled together, resting soundly, knowing that their brother was safe. It's how it was right after the fire, and how it would always be.