These Wings
Title: These Wings
Author: deansdirtybb
Pairing: Sam/Dean
Rating: NC-17
Words: 2,479
Warnings: Wincest, wing!fic, barebacking
Disclaimer: I’m just borrowing these characters (if only these pretty, pretty boys were actually mine). I make no money here; my only profit is the joy and ruined panties of my readers.
Spoilers: none
Summary: This is a belated birthday gift for the completely adorable alphamishka1508. The request was: “I'd die if it was a wing!fic. Both boys have wings and one goes into angel heat dkjghdfg”.
AN #1: I have never written wing!fic, so please be gentle and I’m sorry if this falls short.
Also, I know I am crazy late for alpha’s birthday, I am so sorry, Sugar - hope you like your fic. I will offer a refund on this one…if you don’t like it you totally get to make a new prompt.
AN#2: Thanks once again to the delightfully filthy katstark for the beta…and the many, many conversations to get me through this one.
Feel free to leave me comments...I love when you love me ;)
These Wings
They never did figure out how it happened, what caused it or why it ended. The reason behind one of the more peculiar occurrences in Winchester history remained a mystery long after Sam and Dean stopped questioning it.
* * * * *
Sam was yanked from sleep by a searing pain in his back. He grunted out Dean’s name, his back arched in agony. Dean woke just in time to watch the skin on his brother’s back split open. He gaped unbelieving as long jointed limbs sprouted from the jagged skin and huge black feathered wings unfurled.
Dean jumped back off the bed to avoid catching a face full of ebony plumage and stood over his brother as Sam groaned, trying to reach behind himself to soothe the sting. When Sam felt downy fringe graze his hand he craned his neck around, trying - and failing - to see behind himself.
Dean burst into laughter at the ridiculous sight in front of him - his brother with wings and Sam’s frenzied whipping of his head back and forth. He laughed so hard tears came to his green eyes…until he fell to his knees with an agonized cry. Sam watched in shock as the skin on Dean’s back rippled then tore open. Before Sam’s eyes wings sprouted from Dean’s back; huge, white wings.
* * * * *
Given their difficult to hide and impossible to explain new physical features, the boys decided internet research from the safety of the motel room was the best way to go. Dean lasted all of 2 days before he “had to get out of this fucking room.” Lucky for them it was October, so they could get away with being enthusiastic about Halloween; although it was only the sixth, so they appeared very enthusiastic.
They made their way to an outerwear store and bought the largest coats they could find to fit over the wings. It took several tries to figure out just how to fold the new limbs best and they had to help each other get the fabric of the coats over their bulk.
“Well?” Dean asked, turning around for inspection. Sam’s eyebrows disappeared under his bangs. This was probably not going to fool anyone; Dean had a larger hump on his back than Quasimodo. However, when Sam thought about the colossal temper tantrum Dean had thrown when Sam suggested just one more day of research, he decided this was good enough to pass.
“Not bad.”
“Yeah?” Dean asked with a hopeful smile. “Your turn.” Dean helped Sam get his coat over the large pile of black feathers. He felt slightly less obvious with his own wings stuffed into his coat, but wings, as it turns out, are sensitive. Incredibly sensitive. As he moved, he couldn’t help but notice that every time the silk lining of the coat rubbed over the wings, it sent a zing of sensation straight to his groin. He mostly ignored it…and if he made a few extra motions to get a couple extra strokes over the spine of the wings, no one had to know. Once he was finished, he stood back to inspect his work.
Sam turned to look at himself in the three-way mirror and glimpsed Dean over his shoulder and smirked. “Nice.”
“Yeah, I think I did a pretty good…” Dean trailed off as he saw where Sam’s eyes had landed - on the bulge in Dean’s jeans. He blushed and stammered and tried to adjust his stance to hide the arousal. “Dude, I can’t help it. These fucking wings. Too sensitive.”
Sam stepped toward his brother and bent his head until their lips were brushing, “Hey, who’s complaining?” Sam devoured Dean’s full lips, and when he reached back to rub the shaft of the wings through the coat, the sound Dean made may have been what got them kicked out of the store.
* * * * *
The coats gave them the chance to make short ventures out of the motel for research, or to pick up food. But really, giant humpbacks weren’t any less conspicuous than giant wings, and they were still mostly confined to the room, gaining little ground in their search for answers about where the wings came from or how to get rid of them.
Dean seemed to be having some fun in the meantime. He’d taken to “accidentally” brushing his wings on just about anything, trying on different textures and pressures. And when he’d figured out which sensations were most pleasing to his new appendages, he began testing Sam’s. Bumping into them, breathing over the feathers, almost pinching them in doors, always gauging Sammy’s reactions.
It was the next week when Sam started to notice the changes, well, the other changes. Nothing big at first, his morning wood a bit more insistent, eyes lingering over Dean’s ass as he headed for the shower, the beginnings of a nameless need growing in the pit of his belly. The damn wings didn’t help anything, every fucking time they brushed anything it sent an electric thrill straight to his dick. And since they were so huge, and Sam himself didn’t fit into small spaces very well, there was a lot of brushing into a lot of things.
By that night he’d been half-hard for what felt like hours and pure want coursed under his skin. He was standing over the sink to brush his teeth when Dean pressed into his space, his own toothbrush in his hand. Sam drew in a breath and it hit him. That smell. The one that was all Dean, not his cologne or soap or even the leather from his jacket or the metal and grease of the Impala, just Dean. Sam’s cock twitched, and a flutter went down the raven feathers of his wings.
Two toothbrushes clattered to the floor as Sam slammed into Dean, pinning him against the wall, crushing those ivory feathers behind him.
“What the hell, Samm-“ Dean was cut off by the sound of his own moan as Sam traced his nose from Dean’s collarbone up his neck to the space behind his ear, inhaling his brother’s scent along the way. Sam’s tongue snaked out to taste Dean’s skin and Dean pushed into the caress.
“Need you, Dean.” Sam slotted his mouth over Dean’s, tongue demanding entrance and Dean’s full lips parted willingly, sucking Sam’s tongue into his mouth.
“God, Sammy,” Dean panted, “Thought it was just me. Fucking wings.” Dean fisted his hands in Sam’s hair and nipped at his lips as he pulled him into another kiss. Dean’s hands dropped down from Sam’s hair onto his shoulders; they trailed over the muscles and across Sam’s back until they came to the base of the dark wings. Dean captured the column between his thumb and forefinger and squeezed.
Sam threw his head back. “Fuck!” His hips punched forward of their own volition and Dean grinned smugly as he took advantage of Sam’s reaction to push back from the wall. Dean had been studying every result of every kind of touch over every inch of Sammy’s new extremities, so he knew exactly how to draw the most pleasure out of them for his brother…and how he might use that knowledge to his own advantage.
His hands moved over the main joint of the wings, palms wrapping around, fingers trailing down into the feathers, brushing through them. Sam moaned as his knees gave way; Dean had known it was coming and braced Sammy to prevent a fall, but used the momentum to move them out of the bathroom.
Sam’s head buzzed with arousal, and he was vaguely aware that Dean had gained the upper hand and was maneuvering him toward the bed. He just couldn’t find it in himself to care. Dean’s hands felt amazing, and if Dean wanted to ravage him, who was Sam to stand in his way?
Dean’s lush mouth continued to pull Sam apart at the seams as he walked them toward the bed, pausing briefly to remove his and Sam’s sweatpants. His strong hands roamed every inch of Sam’s caramel skin, occasionally teasing him with a brief tangle into black feathers.
Sam felt the bed behind his knees and Dean gave a gentle shove that landed him on the mattress on his ass with a bounce. He clawed at Dean, trying to pull him into another kiss, but Dean just shushed him gently, “Not goin’ anywhere, baby boy, just gonna grab the lube.” He pulled Sam’s pink swollen lower lip into his mouth and sucked gently before placing a kiss to Sam’s mouth and turning to the night stand.
Sam sat on the bed, chest heaving, dick leaking and head spinning. All he could think about was how badly he needed Dean, his hands, his mouth, his dick. Anything. Everything.
“Oomph” Dean grunted as he was pushed forward by the weight of his brother on his back. Sam’s huge hands wrapped around the spine of Dean’s wings at the juncture of back and limb and smoothed all the way down their length. A deep guttural sound gurgled out of Dean’s throat as Sam started back up from the tips to the base. This time he let those long fingers tease into the feathers and it sent shivers up Dean’s nerves. When Sam reached the base again, he massaged the joint at Dean’s shoulder blade as he simultaneously bit into Dean’s neck.
“Fuck, Sammy,” Dean called out, hips punching forward in a futile search for friction on his aching prick. Sam’s lip curled slightly as he continued to suck a mark into his brother’s neck before working his mouth down to Dean’s scapula. His tongue teased at the seam between skin and feather and Dean’s wings unfurled to their full extension as he hummed out a pleading noise. Sam pushed Dean to his knees and nibbled, licked and sucked his way across the top of first the left and then the right ivory wing. By the time he was done, Dean was a trembling mess.
Sam put his hands under Dean’s arms and lifted Dean to his feet. He spun his brother around to face him and wrapped his hands around Dean’s head to draw him into another kiss. Sam stretched his arm behind Dean and grabbed the lube from the nightstand, pressing it into Dean’s palm as he backed away.
He turned and crawled onto the middle of the bed, waiting for Dean on all fours. He felt his brother’s eyes on him and his wings shuddered and spread wide. Dean growled and climbed on the bed behind Sam; his mouth found the joint of wing and shoulder as his finger teased around Sam’s tight pink pucker. Sam moaned and spread both his legs and his wings further inviting Dean to continue.
Dean’s plush mouth worked along the spine of Sam’s dark, downy, new limb as his blunt lube-slicked finger teased its way into Sam’s hole. He reached the peak of the wing where it started to bend in its downward curve and he bit into the joint as he pushed a second finger into Sam.
Wordless cries came from Sam as his body tried to chase both sensations, and Dean was merciless as he continued to bite and suck at the sensitive flesh of the wings all the while fucking his fingers in and out of Sam, working him open. He nibbled down the spine of the wing, his hot tongue darting out to push into the tight spaces between the feathers. He scissored his fingers and crooked them into that spongy nerve bundle.
And, God, Sam was just on fire. He literally could not remember the last time he needed Dean’s cock like this, like he would just melt if he didn’t get his brother in him right-the-fuck-now. He whined in the back of his throat and pressed his ass back towards Dean, finally managing to wrestle out a single word, “P-Please.”
Dean had been ready long before Sam’s needy appeal and was all too happy to oblige his little brother. He slicked his cock and lined it up with Sam’s open, waiting hole. He swiped his hand on the sheet removing the extra lube and then wrapped both hands around the bases of Sam’s wings as he drove into him in a single thrust.
“Oh FUUUCK!” Sam screamed. His body was completely overwhelmed by the pressure on the receptive flesh of his wings as he was finally, fucking finally, filled with his brother’s thick cock. Dean tightened his grip and held on as he set a punishing rhythm, driving deep and hard into Sam.
Sam groaned, thick and throaty. He canted his hips until, yes! There, right there, Dean’s cock slammed into his prostate on every thrust and Sam was so fucking close already.
Dean felt Sam’s channel tighten and quiver around him as his cockhead pushed relentlessly over and over again into that sweet spot that had him sweating and panting and oh-so-close. Dean’s own pale wings stretched out then closed around them both.
Sam felt the tickle and smooth silk of feathers on his face and chest and his heavy eyes opened to find the white downy tip of a wing in front of his mouth. His lips parted and he drew that tip into his mouth.
Dean’s hips bucked erratically as he felt Sam’s hot wet mouth surround the tender tip of his wing. Sam called out as the bucking drove Dean’s cock deeper and harder against his sweet spot and then, “Dean!”
Sam’s muscles tightened and spasmed around Dean’s cock and as he came he bit into Dean’s wing, sending his brother careening into his own orgasm. Dean’s wings flew open and he pulled back hard on the base of Sam’s ebony wings sending Sam into another, deeper wave of ecstasy. Sam screamed deep and wordless as his dick jumped and he came hot and hard up his own belly and chest, spraying his chin.
Dean bent over Sam’s back, panting and shaking before falling to the side, pulling Sam down on top of him and away from the wet spot. Sleep claimed them both before they could even catch their breath.
When they finally woke the next day, the wings had disappeared with no more explanation than when they had mysteriously appeared. Dean rolled Sam over to examine his back; the only thing that remained of the entire ordeal was a twin set of scars over Sammy’s shoulder blades.
Dean ran a finger down the scar and Sam shivered. Dean smirked before leaning down to lick a stripe along the marred flesh. Sam moaned low and dirty. That one spot felt like every single inch of the wings being caressed by Dean’s tongue at once.
A lopsided grin appeared on Dean’s full lips, “Oh yeah. I can work with that.”
Author: deansdirtybb
Pairing: Sam/Dean
Rating: NC-17
Words: 2,479
Warnings: Wincest, wing!fic, barebacking
Disclaimer: I’m just borrowing these characters (if only these pretty, pretty boys were actually mine). I make no money here; my only profit is the joy and ruined panties of my readers.
Spoilers: none
Summary: This is a belated birthday gift for the completely adorable alphamishka1508. The request was: “I'd die if it was a wing!fic. Both boys have wings and one goes into angel heat dkjghdfg”.
AN #1: I have never written wing!fic, so please be gentle and I’m sorry if this falls short.
Also, I know I am crazy late for alpha’s birthday, I am so sorry, Sugar - hope you like your fic. I will offer a refund on this one…if you don’t like it you totally get to make a new prompt.
AN#2: Thanks once again to the delightfully filthy katstark for the beta…and the many, many conversations to get me through this one.
Feel free to leave me comments...I love when you love me ;)
These Wings
They never did figure out how it happened, what caused it or why it ended. The reason behind one of the more peculiar occurrences in Winchester history remained a mystery long after Sam and Dean stopped questioning it.
* * * * *
Sam was yanked from sleep by a searing pain in his back. He grunted out Dean’s name, his back arched in agony. Dean woke just in time to watch the skin on his brother’s back split open. He gaped unbelieving as long jointed limbs sprouted from the jagged skin and huge black feathered wings unfurled.
Dean jumped back off the bed to avoid catching a face full of ebony plumage and stood over his brother as Sam groaned, trying to reach behind himself to soothe the sting. When Sam felt downy fringe graze his hand he craned his neck around, trying - and failing - to see behind himself.
Dean burst into laughter at the ridiculous sight in front of him - his brother with wings and Sam’s frenzied whipping of his head back and forth. He laughed so hard tears came to his green eyes…until he fell to his knees with an agonized cry. Sam watched in shock as the skin on Dean’s back rippled then tore open. Before Sam’s eyes wings sprouted from Dean’s back; huge, white wings.
* * * * *
Given their difficult to hide and impossible to explain new physical features, the boys decided internet research from the safety of the motel room was the best way to go. Dean lasted all of 2 days before he “had to get out of this fucking room.” Lucky for them it was October, so they could get away with being enthusiastic about Halloween; although it was only the sixth, so they appeared very enthusiastic.
They made their way to an outerwear store and bought the largest coats they could find to fit over the wings. It took several tries to figure out just how to fold the new limbs best and they had to help each other get the fabric of the coats over their bulk.
“Well?” Dean asked, turning around for inspection. Sam’s eyebrows disappeared under his bangs. This was probably not going to fool anyone; Dean had a larger hump on his back than Quasimodo. However, when Sam thought about the colossal temper tantrum Dean had thrown when Sam suggested just one more day of research, he decided this was good enough to pass.
“Not bad.”
“Yeah?” Dean asked with a hopeful smile. “Your turn.” Dean helped Sam get his coat over the large pile of black feathers. He felt slightly less obvious with his own wings stuffed into his coat, but wings, as it turns out, are sensitive. Incredibly sensitive. As he moved, he couldn’t help but notice that every time the silk lining of the coat rubbed over the wings, it sent a zing of sensation straight to his groin. He mostly ignored it…and if he made a few extra motions to get a couple extra strokes over the spine of the wings, no one had to know. Once he was finished, he stood back to inspect his work.
Sam turned to look at himself in the three-way mirror and glimpsed Dean over his shoulder and smirked. “Nice.”
“Yeah, I think I did a pretty good…” Dean trailed off as he saw where Sam’s eyes had landed - on the bulge in Dean’s jeans. He blushed and stammered and tried to adjust his stance to hide the arousal. “Dude, I can’t help it. These fucking wings. Too sensitive.”
Sam stepped toward his brother and bent his head until their lips were brushing, “Hey, who’s complaining?” Sam devoured Dean’s full lips, and when he reached back to rub the shaft of the wings through the coat, the sound Dean made may have been what got them kicked out of the store.
* * * * *
The coats gave them the chance to make short ventures out of the motel for research, or to pick up food. But really, giant humpbacks weren’t any less conspicuous than giant wings, and they were still mostly confined to the room, gaining little ground in their search for answers about where the wings came from or how to get rid of them.
Dean seemed to be having some fun in the meantime. He’d taken to “accidentally” brushing his wings on just about anything, trying on different textures and pressures. And when he’d figured out which sensations were most pleasing to his new appendages, he began testing Sam’s. Bumping into them, breathing over the feathers, almost pinching them in doors, always gauging Sammy’s reactions.
It was the next week when Sam started to notice the changes, well, the other changes. Nothing big at first, his morning wood a bit more insistent, eyes lingering over Dean’s ass as he headed for the shower, the beginnings of a nameless need growing in the pit of his belly. The damn wings didn’t help anything, every fucking time they brushed anything it sent an electric thrill straight to his dick. And since they were so huge, and Sam himself didn’t fit into small spaces very well, there was a lot of brushing into a lot of things.
By that night he’d been half-hard for what felt like hours and pure want coursed under his skin. He was standing over the sink to brush his teeth when Dean pressed into his space, his own toothbrush in his hand. Sam drew in a breath and it hit him. That smell. The one that was all Dean, not his cologne or soap or even the leather from his jacket or the metal and grease of the Impala, just Dean. Sam’s cock twitched, and a flutter went down the raven feathers of his wings.
Two toothbrushes clattered to the floor as Sam slammed into Dean, pinning him against the wall, crushing those ivory feathers behind him.
“What the hell, Samm-“ Dean was cut off by the sound of his own moan as Sam traced his nose from Dean’s collarbone up his neck to the space behind his ear, inhaling his brother’s scent along the way. Sam’s tongue snaked out to taste Dean’s skin and Dean pushed into the caress.
“Need you, Dean.” Sam slotted his mouth over Dean’s, tongue demanding entrance and Dean’s full lips parted willingly, sucking Sam’s tongue into his mouth.
“God, Sammy,” Dean panted, “Thought it was just me. Fucking wings.” Dean fisted his hands in Sam’s hair and nipped at his lips as he pulled him into another kiss. Dean’s hands dropped down from Sam’s hair onto his shoulders; they trailed over the muscles and across Sam’s back until they came to the base of the dark wings. Dean captured the column between his thumb and forefinger and squeezed.
Sam threw his head back. “Fuck!” His hips punched forward of their own volition and Dean grinned smugly as he took advantage of Sam’s reaction to push back from the wall. Dean had been studying every result of every kind of touch over every inch of Sammy’s new extremities, so he knew exactly how to draw the most pleasure out of them for his brother…and how he might use that knowledge to his own advantage.
His hands moved over the main joint of the wings, palms wrapping around, fingers trailing down into the feathers, brushing through them. Sam moaned as his knees gave way; Dean had known it was coming and braced Sammy to prevent a fall, but used the momentum to move them out of the bathroom.
Sam’s head buzzed with arousal, and he was vaguely aware that Dean had gained the upper hand and was maneuvering him toward the bed. He just couldn’t find it in himself to care. Dean’s hands felt amazing, and if Dean wanted to ravage him, who was Sam to stand in his way?
Dean’s lush mouth continued to pull Sam apart at the seams as he walked them toward the bed, pausing briefly to remove his and Sam’s sweatpants. His strong hands roamed every inch of Sam’s caramel skin, occasionally teasing him with a brief tangle into black feathers.
Sam felt the bed behind his knees and Dean gave a gentle shove that landed him on the mattress on his ass with a bounce. He clawed at Dean, trying to pull him into another kiss, but Dean just shushed him gently, “Not goin’ anywhere, baby boy, just gonna grab the lube.” He pulled Sam’s pink swollen lower lip into his mouth and sucked gently before placing a kiss to Sam’s mouth and turning to the night stand.
Sam sat on the bed, chest heaving, dick leaking and head spinning. All he could think about was how badly he needed Dean, his hands, his mouth, his dick. Anything. Everything.
“Oomph” Dean grunted as he was pushed forward by the weight of his brother on his back. Sam’s huge hands wrapped around the spine of Dean’s wings at the juncture of back and limb and smoothed all the way down their length. A deep guttural sound gurgled out of Dean’s throat as Sam started back up from the tips to the base. This time he let those long fingers tease into the feathers and it sent shivers up Dean’s nerves. When Sam reached the base again, he massaged the joint at Dean’s shoulder blade as he simultaneously bit into Dean’s neck.
“Fuck, Sammy,” Dean called out, hips punching forward in a futile search for friction on his aching prick. Sam’s lip curled slightly as he continued to suck a mark into his brother’s neck before working his mouth down to Dean’s scapula. His tongue teased at the seam between skin and feather and Dean’s wings unfurled to their full extension as he hummed out a pleading noise. Sam pushed Dean to his knees and nibbled, licked and sucked his way across the top of first the left and then the right ivory wing. By the time he was done, Dean was a trembling mess.
Sam put his hands under Dean’s arms and lifted Dean to his feet. He spun his brother around to face him and wrapped his hands around Dean’s head to draw him into another kiss. Sam stretched his arm behind Dean and grabbed the lube from the nightstand, pressing it into Dean’s palm as he backed away.
He turned and crawled onto the middle of the bed, waiting for Dean on all fours. He felt his brother’s eyes on him and his wings shuddered and spread wide. Dean growled and climbed on the bed behind Sam; his mouth found the joint of wing and shoulder as his finger teased around Sam’s tight pink pucker. Sam moaned and spread both his legs and his wings further inviting Dean to continue.
Dean’s plush mouth worked along the spine of Sam’s dark, downy, new limb as his blunt lube-slicked finger teased its way into Sam’s hole. He reached the peak of the wing where it started to bend in its downward curve and he bit into the joint as he pushed a second finger into Sam.
Wordless cries came from Sam as his body tried to chase both sensations, and Dean was merciless as he continued to bite and suck at the sensitive flesh of the wings all the while fucking his fingers in and out of Sam, working him open. He nibbled down the spine of the wing, his hot tongue darting out to push into the tight spaces between the feathers. He scissored his fingers and crooked them into that spongy nerve bundle.
And, God, Sam was just on fire. He literally could not remember the last time he needed Dean’s cock like this, like he would just melt if he didn’t get his brother in him right-the-fuck-now. He whined in the back of his throat and pressed his ass back towards Dean, finally managing to wrestle out a single word, “P-Please.”
Dean had been ready long before Sam’s needy appeal and was all too happy to oblige his little brother. He slicked his cock and lined it up with Sam’s open, waiting hole. He swiped his hand on the sheet removing the extra lube and then wrapped both hands around the bases of Sam’s wings as he drove into him in a single thrust.
“Oh FUUUCK!” Sam screamed. His body was completely overwhelmed by the pressure on the receptive flesh of his wings as he was finally, fucking finally, filled with his brother’s thick cock. Dean tightened his grip and held on as he set a punishing rhythm, driving deep and hard into Sam.
Sam groaned, thick and throaty. He canted his hips until, yes! There, right there, Dean’s cock slammed into his prostate on every thrust and Sam was so fucking close already.
Dean felt Sam’s channel tighten and quiver around him as his cockhead pushed relentlessly over and over again into that sweet spot that had him sweating and panting and oh-so-close. Dean’s own pale wings stretched out then closed around them both.
Sam felt the tickle and smooth silk of feathers on his face and chest and his heavy eyes opened to find the white downy tip of a wing in front of his mouth. His lips parted and he drew that tip into his mouth.
Dean’s hips bucked erratically as he felt Sam’s hot wet mouth surround the tender tip of his wing. Sam called out as the bucking drove Dean’s cock deeper and harder against his sweet spot and then, “Dean!”
Sam’s muscles tightened and spasmed around Dean’s cock and as he came he bit into Dean’s wing, sending his brother careening into his own orgasm. Dean’s wings flew open and he pulled back hard on the base of Sam’s ebony wings sending Sam into another, deeper wave of ecstasy. Sam screamed deep and wordless as his dick jumped and he came hot and hard up his own belly and chest, spraying his chin.
Dean bent over Sam’s back, panting and shaking before falling to the side, pulling Sam down on top of him and away from the wet spot. Sleep claimed them both before they could even catch their breath.
When they finally woke the next day, the wings had disappeared with no more explanation than when they had mysteriously appeared. Dean rolled Sam over to examine his back; the only thing that remained of the entire ordeal was a twin set of scars over Sammy’s shoulder blades.
Dean ran a finger down the scar and Sam shivered. Dean smirked before leaning down to lick a stripe along the marred flesh. Sam moaned low and dirty. That one spot felt like every single inch of the wings being caressed by Dean’s tongue at once.
A lopsided grin appeared on Dean’s full lips, “Oh yeah. I can work with that.”