Missed Messages (Dean/Sam) Happy Birthday ambiguous_opal!
Title: Missed Messages
Beta: slashboyz Your speedy beta rocked baby, thanks
Pairing: Dean/Sam, Bobby, implied Sam/OFC, brief Sam/OMC
Wordcount: 4630
Rating: NC17
Disclaimer: These characters are Kripke's play toys, I'm just borrowing their names *grins*
Warnings/Notes: First time, bottom Sam, voyeurism
Summary: When a hunt goes wrong, Dean never thought he'd be so happy to miss a phone call from Bobby.
ambiguous_opal, this your an early birthday present honey. I used your Sex!Pollen prompt and tried out some Dean/Sam. As you know, this is my first finished Wincest fic so I hope it works for you darling.
Missed Messages
Returning to the hotel room, they both dump the bags containing their weapons on the armchair and stalk towards the bathroom door. Dean shrugs his jacket off as he passes one of the beds and still manages to beat Sam to the doorway. Shutting the door on Sam’s pissed off expression he relieves himself and is pushing the door open in no time.
“All yours man, gonna go grab some beer from the gas station next door.”
Sam smiles in relief and shuts the door quickly. The sound of his shoes and belt hitting the floor reaches Dean’s ears just before he shuts the hotel door behind him. Pulling his cell out, Dean dials quickly as he walks.
“Dean?”
“Yeah Bobby, it’s me. It’s done. We burnt the place after we made sure she was dead,” Dean reports.
“Dean! Damnit. Didn’t you get the message I left on Sam’s cell?” Bobby growls.
The tone Bobby’s using is enough to halt Dean’s steps and he listens intently. “No…Why?” he asks warily.
“I called to tell you not to burn the place. She was a freakin’ witch. There would have been all kinds of potions and mixtures in that place.”
Dean sighs. Christ. Just their luck. Shaking off the thought, Dean does a mental inventory of his and Sam’s body’s. “We’re fine Bobby. Really. I wasn’t that close when it went up. Sam finished up while I put the weapons in the trunk but we’re both fine.”
“Thank god,” Bobby slurs, exhaustion from this case finally effecting him. “It’s been a long couple of days kid, get some sleep.”
After thanking Bobby again for his help, Dean makes his way into the shop. He wastes no time buying a six pack and some energy bars. He whistles to himself as he enters the room again, listening for the running water. He’s just cracked a beer open when the bathroom door opens and he turns to find Sam standing in the steam.
“You’re back. You get me some of th-“
“Yes Sam,” Dean exhales with an eye roll. “I said I would right?” He pushes past Sam as he walks to the bag waiting on his bed.
Sam’s focused on holding his towel up as Dean passes him and he gasps as they come into contact briefly. “Dean…” he breathes.
“What man? Get out of my way,” Dean grunts. His hand clenches around the beer. Sam said his name in such breathless way and Dean is ashamed to notice his dick twitch in appreciation. Dropping to the bed he pulls a pillow on to his lap, and rests his beer on top of it.
“Did you feel that?” Sam’s expression is still strained and he hasn’t moved from his position.
“Feel what?” Dean asks absently, eyes trained on some old movie playing on the TV. He doesn’t look up until Sam has walked past and opened his bag.
Sam shakes his head as he grabs his sweat pants. Dropping his towel he hastily pulls them on, not bothering with boxers as they need to do laundry tomorrow.
Still watching Sam, Dean catches an eyeful of the tight muscles and pale skin of his brother’s ass. Hastily averting his eyes, Dean stands. He speaks over his shoulder as he walks into the bathroom. “Get dressed Sammy, we’re going out!”
“Dean….” Sam whines. “I’m tired. Let’s just have an early one tonight.”
Dean’s busily cupping his crotch and pushing down against his cock as he tries to will his erection into behaving. “I’m too wired from the hunt man. I wanna shoot some pool,” Dean calls out. Christ. He can’t stay here with Sam right now. It’s been too long since he got laid and tonight seems like a good night to remedy that.
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Waiting impatiently while Sam re-dresses Dean sings along with the radio under his breath.
“Let’s go,” Sam says as he slides into the Impala.
Dean nods and pulls out of the lot. He drives the short distance to a bar he’d seen earlier and doesn’t begin to relax until they are inside and seated with a beer in front of each of them.
“Bobby called while you were in the shower Sam,” Dean says around a mouthful of nuts.
“Yeah and…?” Sam’s casing the bar, checking out the exits like they normally do.
“Sounds like we got out of it easy man.”
“What does that mean?” Sam says tiredly. He’s been moving restlessly since they sat down and he still can’t seem to settle and relax.
Dean eyes him for a moment. “You okay there Sammy? You look a little flushed.”
“’m fine. Just tell me what Bobby said Dean,” Sam sighs.
Accepting Sam’s reassurance, Dean takes a long drink from his beer. “Said she was a witch and that there could have been anything in that place. He left a message on your cell telling us not to burn the house.”
Sam’s head snaps up to focus on his brother and he speaks quietly, voice hushed. “So burning it would…” He pulls his phone out and sees the message indicator.
“Could have released anything into the air. God knows what the woman had mixed up in that hell hole. Never know Sammy, she coulda been making love potions,” Dean laughs to himself. The laughter ceases immediately when Sam’s face crumples. “Sam?” Dean’s big brother voice is firmly in place now.
“Maybe we weren’t so lucky,” he whispers.
“What the hell are you talking about man, we’re both fine,” Dean says firmly.
“Any chance it could have been some type of sex potion?” he asks quietly, cheeks tinged with pink.
“Aww Sammy, someone catch your eye?” Dean murmurs as he looks around to see who Sam has laid eyes on.
“No.”
Dean’s attention snaps back to his brother and he watches closer. Sam is still fidgeting and he has his hands clasped tightly together on his lap. “Sam,” Dean says in warning. “Start talking.”
“It tingles,” Sam whispers softly, head ducked down.
“Sam, speak up,” Dean leans forward, peering over the table to Sam.
“My fucking cock tingles alright?” he spits, voice low and furious.
Dean slumps back in the booth and stares across at him. “You’re telling me that your cock tingles, and this is a bad thing how?”
“Not tingles like that you dickwad. Tingles weirdly,” Sam mutters with distress.
“Oh. Oh….” Dean finally grasps what his brother is telling him. “You think you were infected?”
Sam shrugs and glances around the room again. “I don’t know man. It started earlier in the room when you…Anyway now it won’t stop twitching and tingling.”
“Maybe you just need to jerk off,” Dean whispers, cringing at the conversation.
Sam shakes his head quickly. “Already tried,” he growls.
“Alright, alright,” Dean mutters. “We’ll find you someone, a girl to help you. Maybe you need someone else to do it for you.” Dean is already focused on solving the problem and is sizing up potential partners.
“Jesus, Dean. Really?”
“Well? You need to fix this problem,” he smirks as he nods towards Sam’s lap.
Pulling his hands away to wipe his own face, Sam misses the widening of his brothers eyes as he recognizes the outline of Sam’s hard cock in his jeans. “Dean we haven’t eaten in awhile man, you wanna order us some food?” Sam asks softly.
Relieved at the distraction, Dean nods. “Yeah of course Sammy.” This is what he does, he looks after his brother. Sam certainly can’t be moving around in public too much in the state he’s in, so Dean heads to the bar, seeking a quiet spot where he can make a quick call to Bobby. Dean fills him in on Sam’s unfortunate problem, listens to a lot of cursing, and finally agrees to keep an eye on Sam until Bobby can find them a solution to their problem. Ordering quickly, he heads back to the booth and hands his brother another beer. “Looks like you could use it,” he mutters.
“Thanks Dean.” Sam sits quietly for a moment before speaking up. “You speak to Bobby?”
Dean nods and glances around before leaning in a little closer. “He told us to actually listen to his messages before we do another job but after the cursing he agreed to look into it.”
Sam gives the waitress a pained smile as she delivers their food, waiting until she’s passed them each a plate, holding a huge Cheeseburger and left a basket of fries for them to share. “No suggestions?”
“He asked if you’d had someone else…You know…” Dean says, embarrassed.
“Not like you to be embarrassed talking about sex dude,” Sam can’t help finding amusement at that.
“Don’t normally talk about your dick either dude.”
Sam groans and buries his head in his hands. “Can we stop talking about it?” When he looks up, his eyes are wide and his cheeks are nearly glowing from a mix of sexual frustration and embarrassment.
They both eat, Dean managing to swallow more than Sam does until they both push the plates away. Dean’s finished and Sam’s given up. “Any relief?” Dean asks hopefully. Sam shakes his head silently.
“Okay, we need to find you a willing body Sammy,” Dean drawls as he glances around the room, alternating between a hesitant smile at some people, or definite shakes of his head at others.
“Dean? Dean! Look at me,” Sam grits out past tight lips.
Suitably chastised, Dean’s gaze lands on Sam again. “What’s wrong?”
“I can hook up myself man, I don’t need you to choose someone for me.”
Dean sits back nodding. “Okay, go for it.”
Sam shakes his head at his aggravating brother and stands, making sure his shirt tails are covering his crotch. With one last look at Dean he takes off, wandering through the crowd until he stands beside a young blonde near the bar.
Watching as they talk, Dean stands to move closer to the pool tables. He finds himself engaged in a game not long after and he tries to keep an eye on his brother while he plays. His eyes track Sam’s movements as he walks towards the hallway leading to the bathrooms. Gripping his beer tight, he turns to watch the game and tries to concentrate. Dean’s just sunk the last ball when he looks up to see Sam standing at the head of the table. He nods towards the door and motions for Dean to follow him. Picking up his winnings from the table, Dean ignores the comments from his opponents, however he growls at hearing himself described as the “little wife” when he follows Sam’s orders to leave.
Sam is leaning against the Impala when Dean clears the doorway and he shakes his head sadly as Dean stops in front of him. “Didn’t work.”
“You couldn’t get off?” Dean asks with disbelief.
Shaking his head, Sam slumps further against the side of the car. He drops his head back to lay on the roof of the car. “She jerked me off, but I couldn’t finish,” he says softly.
Dean’s eyes move over him from head to toe, and of course, he sees Sam’s jeans are still tented with an obvious erection. The way Sam is standing pushes his hips out towards Dean and he forces himself to take a step back, away from his baby brother. “Still no word from Bobby. Maybe you need more than that,” Dean ponders.
“Open the car Dean,” Sam says heavily.
Walking around to his side, Dean unlocks the car. He slides across to open Sam’s door and stifles a whimper at the sight of Sam turning to open the car door. The glass and a few feet of distance is between Dean’s face and Sam’s groin and Dean feels his dick betray him again, twitching in response to Sam.
“I just want to go back to the hotel Dean.”
Dean nods and gets them on the road. He suddenly swings into a gas station and opens the car door ignoring Sam’s question of what they are doing. He wanders inside and makes his way to one of the back aisles. Finally finding what he needs, he considers how fucked up he feels buying supplies so that his brother can get off with someone else, when all Dean wants is to get Sam off himself. He stares at the teenage boy working behind the counter, who looks between Sam waiting impatiently in the car and Dean, with a smirk.
“We’re brothers,” Dean mutters, then cringes at the disgusted look the teen is now shooting him. Shaking his head silently he stalks back to the car and throws the bag in Sam’s lap. “You might need these.”
Sam opens the bag and gasps. “Jesus, Dean, I do have a condom in my wallet.”
“Might need more than one to take care of that,” he says as he glances at Sam’s cock. I will not be jealous, I will not be jealous.
Sam remains silent as Dean drives them towards the hotel. His fragile control snaps as Dean stops again, this time in the darkened alleyway of another bar.
“I think you should give it another go man.” Dean looks up to the bar lights and glances at Sam. “You go see if you can hook up and I’ll call Bobby, see if he has any news for us yet.”
“Dean…I don’t want to,” Sam whines but he’s back to shifting and moving continuously. “It’s getting bad again man,” he says, clearly frustrated.
“It wasn’t this bad before.”
“I think it took the edge off, you know. When I was with the girl.”
“Maybe you need something different. You should try a guy,” Dean says. Sam had told him years ago that he was bi, and somehow Dean had never been surprised or let it bother him. After all, he’d been sucked off and jerked off by a few different guys when he was younger. He knew and remembered how good it was to have someone handle your equipment that is used to handling their own.
“Don’t think it’s gonna work. There might be a potion that Bobby can find to reverse the results,” Sam says, hope ringing clearly in his voice.
Dean reaches across and lays his hand on the back of Sam’s neck; he strokes his fingers softly against the downy hair. “I’m sorry Sammy, I really am, but Bobby didn’t sound like he had much hope of finding something like that.” He has always reacted to Sam physically, feeling the desperate need to sooth his brother with a touch or a hug when Sam really needs it.
Hiding a shiver at the touch, Sam doesn’t even realize how much calmer Dean’s touch made him until his brother pulled away. He looks at Dean curiously and nods once. “Maybe you’re right. I’ve been with more guys recently than women so that could be what I need.” He reaches down to adjust himself slightly before climbing from the car. “You’ll stay here and wait?” Sam says, feeing suddenly vulnerable.
Dean nods immediately. “I got your back, bro,” he says seriously. He knows his brother well enough to know that Sam understands his guard is down at the moment and he is being left open to a possible attack, by either demon or human. Watching Sam smile softly and walk into the bar he quickly dials Bobby again. “Please tell me you have something…”
“No good news I’m afraid. She was dealing in a very specialized line of potions and spells Dean. Her desire mix seems to be her most popular and from what I’ve read it’s very similar to a sex pollen. I did find that it has to be one specific person that relieves the effects.”
“Good, good. So how do we find out who that person is?” Dean asks bluntly as he sees Sam walk through the doorway with an attractive man in tow.
“That’s the bad part Dean, Sammy won’t know who it is until he touches them. I’ve put in some calls to other hunters that knew more about her than I do.” Bobby continues to turn pages as he talks, hoping desperately he can put an end to this case. They’ve worked on it now for nearly a week, leaving all three of them exhausted.
“I’ll talk to you soon. Call if you find anything,” Dean replies, distracted as he watches the man push Sam against the wall. Sam suddenly bends to pick up a rock and throws it with precision at the street light near where they stand. Dean smirks as part of the alley goes dark, but notices that he actually has a better view of their outlines due to the light further down the alleyway, and the angle the car is parked. Slumping further into his seat Dean wishes he had a beer to help pass the time as he keeps his eye averted from Sam and his new friend. He wonders if he should call out and tell Sam that this isn’t likely to solve his problems, but when he cracks his window a little all he can hear is Sam’s moans and whimpers. Dean can see the guy open his jeans and push them down his thighs so he can pull Sam’s cock out. Tipping his head back against the wall Sam growls as the head of his cock is sucked into the stranger’s mouth before glancing back towards the Impala. Dean shrinks back for a second, then reassures himself that in the limited light Sam won’t be able to see that Dean is watching.
“Hurry up,” Sam grits out, as the guy seems to be teasing him instead of getting down to business.
Dean laughs briefly as he recognizes the underlying threat in Sam’s voice that the guy no doubt would have missed. He finally ducks low and swallows Sam to the root. Dean presses his hand against his own cock as he sees Sam thrust forward into the eager mouth. Jealousy eats at him as he watches what he will never have and again Dean curses himself for his inappropriate feelings for his brother. He glances away, and tries to calm himself for a moment. When he looks back Sam is pulling the other man to his feet and pushing him back against the wall. Dean sees him reach around and start to roughly jerk the guy off as Sam thrusts against his bare ass. Snarling softly, Dean watches Sam’s hips move, watches the movement of his muscles in his ass and thighs. He shudders as his cock pulses and he fights the oncoming orgasm. The last thing he needs or wants is to be questioned after Sam comes back to the car. The guy comes with a yell and falls back into Sam’s arms. They stand still for a moment before Sam slowly steps back. Dean watches while the man does his jeans up and Sam leans in briefly to say something softly to him before turning to walk towards the Impala.
Sam curses angrily as he nears the car and sees Dean’s glittering eyes in the dark car. He yanks the driver‘s door open and stares down at his brother.
Dean pushes his way out of the car and looks Sam up and down. “Might want to finish doing your fly up there sparky.” He can’t help noticing that Sam is still hard, and isn’t sure whether to be happy that the stranger wasn’t able to get Sam off, or pissed that he needs to keep holding back from offering to help Sam get off himself.
“You watched?” Sam asks, unsure he wants to hear the answer.
Dean ducks his head before looking up to stare intently at Sam. “Had to make sure you were safe.”
Sam snorts and goes to walk past Dean. “Yeah right. Whatever. You enjoy watching your baby brother getting sucked off?” he snarls under his breath.
“Fuck you Sam. Get in the car,” Dean’s voice is dangerous. Dean turns away to pull his door open.
“Did you like it? Or did it make you jealous?” Sam hears the warning in Dean’s tone but his nerves are on edge and this unending frustration is wearing away at his sensibilities.
Sam’s words have Dean frozen for a moment and he takes the time to try and get his breathing, and his cock, under control.
Sensing his advantage, Sam steps forward. “I knew you were watching, felt your eyes on me the whole time,” he whispers against Dean’s ear.
Dean snaps and turns angrily. He grabs Sam by the arm and shoulder and twists his arm behind his back. Dean forces him forward and holds Sam down over the hood of the Impala. He grinds his groin into Sam’s ass, moaning softly. “Does this feel like I enjoyed it?” Dean snarls into the sweaty skin of Sam’s neck.
Sam gasps and freezes. After a moment he presses his ass back and moves against the front of Dean’s jeans in small circles. He can feel his cock leaking and with every touch of his crotch against the car he whimpers softly. “Dean…”
“What, Sam? Tell me what you want,” Dean pants. His hips are moving now, thrusting against his brother‘s body, and he’d like nothing more than to get down on his knees and lick Sam open, but a tiny part of his brain is telling him this isn’t the time or place.
“You! God Dean, want you to fuck me,” Sam cries. He hasn’t felt this out of control in a long time. Ignoring the thought that he or Dean, maybe both of them, might regret this in the morning. He turns to look up at Dean.
Lust darkened eyes focus on Sam’s lip where it’s clasped between his strong teeth and Dean has the desperate urge to replace Sam’s teeth with his own. He leans further down and takes Sam’s lips as he keeps up the steady pace, rocking against Sam. He finally pulls back and tries to step away from his brother.
“No, no. Dean, where you going?” Sam breathes.
“Not here Sammy, we can’t do this here.” He releases Sam’s arm and rubs the feeling back into the limb. He gently pulls Sam up to face him and they kiss properly for the first time.
Sam breaks away, gasping for breath as he finally notices the tingling sensation isn’t as painful as it was before. He gazes at Dean before reaching out to cup his cock through the heavy denim. He smiles slightly at Dean’s breathless moan.
“Get in the car now Sam, before I fuck you right here,” Dean growls possessively.
Sam moves quicker than he thought he could in his present state and stalks around the front of the car, knowing Dean’s eyes are following him.
As soon as both doors are shut Dean guns the engine, covering the short distance to their hotel in no time.
The brief drive hasn’t stopped Sam though and he’s stroked, and kissed Dean’s neck the whole time. “Want to feel you…Feel you inside me Dean,” he whispers as they reach the hotel doorway.
Dean curses and nearly drops his keys. He curses again when he feels Sam’s lips on his neck as he tries to push the door open. “Get naked, now.”
Sam smirks as he makes a show of slipping the buttons on his shirt free before letting the garment fall to the floor. Kicking it away, he quickly bends to toe off his boots and socks, before standing up to see Dean is now standing in jeans and bare feet too.
Dean reaches out for the bag he’d thrown at Sam earlier and places it on the small desk in front of the floor to ceiling mirror. “Jeans off and bend over.” He points towards the table and kicks the chair out of the way. Dean carefully moves Sam’s lap top and some books out of the way and moves Sam into position.
Sam lets Dean do as he pleases and smiles softly when he finds his arms leaning on the table and his ass in the air. He grunts when Dean kneels behind him and spreads his ass open.
Cupping Sam’s ass with both hands, Dean holds him open and uses his thumbs to display the tight entrance. Swiping his tongue over the skin, Dean is delighted when Sam’s breath hitches and he starts panting. He quickly lubes his fingers and mentally thanks the porn gods that he’d been stuck on gay porn a few hotels back. Remembering what he’d seen the men doing, he gently stretches Sam out, listening carefully for any signs of distress or pain from his brother.
Sam struggles for breath and he raises his head slightly to watch Dean. He can see his shadow moving on the wall but the rest of his brother is concealed behind Sam. “Ready…I’m ready,” he mutters.
Dean groans and stands to grab a condom. He rolls it on and slicks more lube onto his cock. Shivering at the touch he lines himself up and starts to push in slowly.
“Ahh…Slow,” Sam cries. He’s only ever been fingered before, normally he’s not on the receiving end and for that he’s thankful. He’s glad his brother is his first, and if Sam has his way, Dean will be his last.
Desperately holding onto his sanity, Dean moves slowly, being as gentle and considerate as he can. Taking someone’s virginity is a big deal as far as Dean’s concerned, especially this time. This is Sammy, Dean’s Sammy and that’s the only reason he needs to be patient and wait until Sam tells him he can move.
They take a minute to settle into a rhythm but gradually they are moving together and Sam is feeling the brush of Dean’s cock against his prostate on nearly every stroke and it’s driving him out of his mind.
Dean pants harshly as he stares at the length of Sam’s back in the mirror before him. He can just see where they are joined and Dean’s eyes lock on that spot. “C’mon Sam. Nearly there Sammy,” Dean rambles mindlessly.
Pushing back against each thrust Sam rolls his hips, encouraging more pressure against his prostate and he growls as Dean finds that place and pushes his hips forward in tiny movements to stroke backwards and forwards over the sensitive spot. The touch has Sam coming, white semen pumping from his over sensitive cock without even being touched. Feeling his knees begin to collapse under him, Sam revels in Dean’s strong hands gripping his hips.
Feeling a rush of possessive happiness at the sound of Sam coming Dean follows quickly, filling the condom and rocking himself through the aftershocks. “Did you…”
“Yeah,” Sam whispers. “Fuck yeah.” They both sigh in relief.
Distantly Dean hears his cell phone ringing but can’t bring himself to pull away from Sam. They eventually stand straight on shaky legs and kiss tenderly, as they head to the shower. Just as the shower starts Dean hears a message alert come through. “I’ll check it later,” he says to Sam.
Sam smiles fondly and nods. “Much later,” he says as he pushes Dean under the spray of water and follows him in.
Dean? Hope you get this message soon kid. I found the answer. Not sure how’ll you make it work though. Tell Sam, he must have been infected. The tricky thing is that the symptoms only come into effect if the person has been touched by their soul mate. Once they’ve touched the person destined to be their other half, the effects will take over until the desire is relieved by that one person and that person only. Good luck boys.
Beta: slashboyz Your speedy beta rocked baby, thanks
Pairing: Dean/Sam, Bobby, implied Sam/OFC, brief Sam/OMC
Wordcount: 4630
Rating: NC17
Disclaimer: These characters are Kripke's play toys, I'm just borrowing their names *grins*
Warnings/Notes: First time, bottom Sam, voyeurism
Summary: When a hunt goes wrong, Dean never thought he'd be so happy to miss a phone call from Bobby.
ambiguous_opal, this your an early birthday present honey. I used your Sex!Pollen prompt and tried out some Dean/Sam. As you know, this is my first finished Wincest fic so I hope it works for you darling.
Missed Messages
Returning to the hotel room, they both dump the bags containing their weapons on the armchair and stalk towards the bathroom door. Dean shrugs his jacket off as he passes one of the beds and still manages to beat Sam to the doorway. Shutting the door on Sam’s pissed off expression he relieves himself and is pushing the door open in no time.
“All yours man, gonna go grab some beer from the gas station next door.”
Sam smiles in relief and shuts the door quickly. The sound of his shoes and belt hitting the floor reaches Dean’s ears just before he shuts the hotel door behind him. Pulling his cell out, Dean dials quickly as he walks.
“Dean?”
“Yeah Bobby, it’s me. It’s done. We burnt the place after we made sure she was dead,” Dean reports.
“Dean! Damnit. Didn’t you get the message I left on Sam’s cell?” Bobby growls.
The tone Bobby’s using is enough to halt Dean’s steps and he listens intently. “No…Why?” he asks warily.
“I called to tell you not to burn the place. She was a freakin’ witch. There would have been all kinds of potions and mixtures in that place.”
Dean sighs. Christ. Just their luck. Shaking off the thought, Dean does a mental inventory of his and Sam’s body’s. “We’re fine Bobby. Really. I wasn’t that close when it went up. Sam finished up while I put the weapons in the trunk but we’re both fine.”
“Thank god,” Bobby slurs, exhaustion from this case finally effecting him. “It’s been a long couple of days kid, get some sleep.”
After thanking Bobby again for his help, Dean makes his way into the shop. He wastes no time buying a six pack and some energy bars. He whistles to himself as he enters the room again, listening for the running water. He’s just cracked a beer open when the bathroom door opens and he turns to find Sam standing in the steam.
“You’re back. You get me some of th-“
“Yes Sam,” Dean exhales with an eye roll. “I said I would right?” He pushes past Sam as he walks to the bag waiting on his bed.
Sam’s focused on holding his towel up as Dean passes him and he gasps as they come into contact briefly. “Dean…” he breathes.
“What man? Get out of my way,” Dean grunts. His hand clenches around the beer. Sam said his name in such breathless way and Dean is ashamed to notice his dick twitch in appreciation. Dropping to the bed he pulls a pillow on to his lap, and rests his beer on top of it.
“Did you feel that?” Sam’s expression is still strained and he hasn’t moved from his position.
“Feel what?” Dean asks absently, eyes trained on some old movie playing on the TV. He doesn’t look up until Sam has walked past and opened his bag.
Sam shakes his head as he grabs his sweat pants. Dropping his towel he hastily pulls them on, not bothering with boxers as they need to do laundry tomorrow.
Still watching Sam, Dean catches an eyeful of the tight muscles and pale skin of his brother’s ass. Hastily averting his eyes, Dean stands. He speaks over his shoulder as he walks into the bathroom. “Get dressed Sammy, we’re going out!”
“Dean….” Sam whines. “I’m tired. Let’s just have an early one tonight.”
Dean’s busily cupping his crotch and pushing down against his cock as he tries to will his erection into behaving. “I’m too wired from the hunt man. I wanna shoot some pool,” Dean calls out. Christ. He can’t stay here with Sam right now. It’s been too long since he got laid and tonight seems like a good night to remedy that.
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Waiting impatiently while Sam re-dresses Dean sings along with the radio under his breath.
“Let’s go,” Sam says as he slides into the Impala.
Dean nods and pulls out of the lot. He drives the short distance to a bar he’d seen earlier and doesn’t begin to relax until they are inside and seated with a beer in front of each of them.
“Bobby called while you were in the shower Sam,” Dean says around a mouthful of nuts.
“Yeah and…?” Sam’s casing the bar, checking out the exits like they normally do.
“Sounds like we got out of it easy man.”
“What does that mean?” Sam says tiredly. He’s been moving restlessly since they sat down and he still can’t seem to settle and relax.
Dean eyes him for a moment. “You okay there Sammy? You look a little flushed.”
“’m fine. Just tell me what Bobby said Dean,” Sam sighs.
Accepting Sam’s reassurance, Dean takes a long drink from his beer. “Said she was a witch and that there could have been anything in that place. He left a message on your cell telling us not to burn the house.”
Sam’s head snaps up to focus on his brother and he speaks quietly, voice hushed. “So burning it would…” He pulls his phone out and sees the message indicator.
“Could have released anything into the air. God knows what the woman had mixed up in that hell hole. Never know Sammy, she coulda been making love potions,” Dean laughs to himself. The laughter ceases immediately when Sam’s face crumples. “Sam?” Dean’s big brother voice is firmly in place now.
“Maybe we weren’t so lucky,” he whispers.
“What the hell are you talking about man, we’re both fine,” Dean says firmly.
“Any chance it could have been some type of sex potion?” he asks quietly, cheeks tinged with pink.
“Aww Sammy, someone catch your eye?” Dean murmurs as he looks around to see who Sam has laid eyes on.
“No.”
Dean’s attention snaps back to his brother and he watches closer. Sam is still fidgeting and he has his hands clasped tightly together on his lap. “Sam,” Dean says in warning. “Start talking.”
“It tingles,” Sam whispers softly, head ducked down.
“Sam, speak up,” Dean leans forward, peering over the table to Sam.
“My fucking cock tingles alright?” he spits, voice low and furious.
Dean slumps back in the booth and stares across at him. “You’re telling me that your cock tingles, and this is a bad thing how?”
“Not tingles like that you dickwad. Tingles weirdly,” Sam mutters with distress.
“Oh. Oh….” Dean finally grasps what his brother is telling him. “You think you were infected?”
Sam shrugs and glances around the room again. “I don’t know man. It started earlier in the room when you…Anyway now it won’t stop twitching and tingling.”
“Maybe you just need to jerk off,” Dean whispers, cringing at the conversation.
Sam shakes his head quickly. “Already tried,” he growls.
“Alright, alright,” Dean mutters. “We’ll find you someone, a girl to help you. Maybe you need someone else to do it for you.” Dean is already focused on solving the problem and is sizing up potential partners.
“Jesus, Dean. Really?”
“Well? You need to fix this problem,” he smirks as he nods towards Sam’s lap.
Pulling his hands away to wipe his own face, Sam misses the widening of his brothers eyes as he recognizes the outline of Sam’s hard cock in his jeans. “Dean we haven’t eaten in awhile man, you wanna order us some food?” Sam asks softly.
Relieved at the distraction, Dean nods. “Yeah of course Sammy.” This is what he does, he looks after his brother. Sam certainly can’t be moving around in public too much in the state he’s in, so Dean heads to the bar, seeking a quiet spot where he can make a quick call to Bobby. Dean fills him in on Sam’s unfortunate problem, listens to a lot of cursing, and finally agrees to keep an eye on Sam until Bobby can find them a solution to their problem. Ordering quickly, he heads back to the booth and hands his brother another beer. “Looks like you could use it,” he mutters.
“Thanks Dean.” Sam sits quietly for a moment before speaking up. “You speak to Bobby?”
Dean nods and glances around before leaning in a little closer. “He told us to actually listen to his messages before we do another job but after the cursing he agreed to look into it.”
Sam gives the waitress a pained smile as she delivers their food, waiting until she’s passed them each a plate, holding a huge Cheeseburger and left a basket of fries for them to share. “No suggestions?”
“He asked if you’d had someone else…You know…” Dean says, embarrassed.
“Not like you to be embarrassed talking about sex dude,” Sam can’t help finding amusement at that.
“Don’t normally talk about your dick either dude.”
Sam groans and buries his head in his hands. “Can we stop talking about it?” When he looks up, his eyes are wide and his cheeks are nearly glowing from a mix of sexual frustration and embarrassment.
They both eat, Dean managing to swallow more than Sam does until they both push the plates away. Dean’s finished and Sam’s given up. “Any relief?” Dean asks hopefully. Sam shakes his head silently.
“Okay, we need to find you a willing body Sammy,” Dean drawls as he glances around the room, alternating between a hesitant smile at some people, or definite shakes of his head at others.
“Dean? Dean! Look at me,” Sam grits out past tight lips.
Suitably chastised, Dean’s gaze lands on Sam again. “What’s wrong?”
“I can hook up myself man, I don’t need you to choose someone for me.”
Dean sits back nodding. “Okay, go for it.”
Sam shakes his head at his aggravating brother and stands, making sure his shirt tails are covering his crotch. With one last look at Dean he takes off, wandering through the crowd until he stands beside a young blonde near the bar.
Watching as they talk, Dean stands to move closer to the pool tables. He finds himself engaged in a game not long after and he tries to keep an eye on his brother while he plays. His eyes track Sam’s movements as he walks towards the hallway leading to the bathrooms. Gripping his beer tight, he turns to watch the game and tries to concentrate. Dean’s just sunk the last ball when he looks up to see Sam standing at the head of the table. He nods towards the door and motions for Dean to follow him. Picking up his winnings from the table, Dean ignores the comments from his opponents, however he growls at hearing himself described as the “little wife” when he follows Sam’s orders to leave.
Sam is leaning against the Impala when Dean clears the doorway and he shakes his head sadly as Dean stops in front of him. “Didn’t work.”
“You couldn’t get off?” Dean asks with disbelief.
Shaking his head, Sam slumps further against the side of the car. He drops his head back to lay on the roof of the car. “She jerked me off, but I couldn’t finish,” he says softly.
Dean’s eyes move over him from head to toe, and of course, he sees Sam’s jeans are still tented with an obvious erection. The way Sam is standing pushes his hips out towards Dean and he forces himself to take a step back, away from his baby brother. “Still no word from Bobby. Maybe you need more than that,” Dean ponders.
“Open the car Dean,” Sam says heavily.
Walking around to his side, Dean unlocks the car. He slides across to open Sam’s door and stifles a whimper at the sight of Sam turning to open the car door. The glass and a few feet of distance is between Dean’s face and Sam’s groin and Dean feels his dick betray him again, twitching in response to Sam.
“I just want to go back to the hotel Dean.”
Dean nods and gets them on the road. He suddenly swings into a gas station and opens the car door ignoring Sam’s question of what they are doing. He wanders inside and makes his way to one of the back aisles. Finally finding what he needs, he considers how fucked up he feels buying supplies so that his brother can get off with someone else, when all Dean wants is to get Sam off himself. He stares at the teenage boy working behind the counter, who looks between Sam waiting impatiently in the car and Dean, with a smirk.
“We’re brothers,” Dean mutters, then cringes at the disgusted look the teen is now shooting him. Shaking his head silently he stalks back to the car and throws the bag in Sam’s lap. “You might need these.”
Sam opens the bag and gasps. “Jesus, Dean, I do have a condom in my wallet.”
“Might need more than one to take care of that,” he says as he glances at Sam’s cock. I will not be jealous, I will not be jealous.
Sam remains silent as Dean drives them towards the hotel. His fragile control snaps as Dean stops again, this time in the darkened alleyway of another bar.
“I think you should give it another go man.” Dean looks up to the bar lights and glances at Sam. “You go see if you can hook up and I’ll call Bobby, see if he has any news for us yet.”
“Dean…I don’t want to,” Sam whines but he’s back to shifting and moving continuously. “It’s getting bad again man,” he says, clearly frustrated.
“It wasn’t this bad before.”
“I think it took the edge off, you know. When I was with the girl.”
“Maybe you need something different. You should try a guy,” Dean says. Sam had told him years ago that he was bi, and somehow Dean had never been surprised or let it bother him. After all, he’d been sucked off and jerked off by a few different guys when he was younger. He knew and remembered how good it was to have someone handle your equipment that is used to handling their own.
“Don’t think it’s gonna work. There might be a potion that Bobby can find to reverse the results,” Sam says, hope ringing clearly in his voice.
Dean reaches across and lays his hand on the back of Sam’s neck; he strokes his fingers softly against the downy hair. “I’m sorry Sammy, I really am, but Bobby didn’t sound like he had much hope of finding something like that.” He has always reacted to Sam physically, feeling the desperate need to sooth his brother with a touch or a hug when Sam really needs it.
Hiding a shiver at the touch, Sam doesn’t even realize how much calmer Dean’s touch made him until his brother pulled away. He looks at Dean curiously and nods once. “Maybe you’re right. I’ve been with more guys recently than women so that could be what I need.” He reaches down to adjust himself slightly before climbing from the car. “You’ll stay here and wait?” Sam says, feeing suddenly vulnerable.
Dean nods immediately. “I got your back, bro,” he says seriously. He knows his brother well enough to know that Sam understands his guard is down at the moment and he is being left open to a possible attack, by either demon or human. Watching Sam smile softly and walk into the bar he quickly dials Bobby again. “Please tell me you have something…”
“No good news I’m afraid. She was dealing in a very specialized line of potions and spells Dean. Her desire mix seems to be her most popular and from what I’ve read it’s very similar to a sex pollen. I did find that it has to be one specific person that relieves the effects.”
“Good, good. So how do we find out who that person is?” Dean asks bluntly as he sees Sam walk through the doorway with an attractive man in tow.
“That’s the bad part Dean, Sammy won’t know who it is until he touches them. I’ve put in some calls to other hunters that knew more about her than I do.” Bobby continues to turn pages as he talks, hoping desperately he can put an end to this case. They’ve worked on it now for nearly a week, leaving all three of them exhausted.
“I’ll talk to you soon. Call if you find anything,” Dean replies, distracted as he watches the man push Sam against the wall. Sam suddenly bends to pick up a rock and throws it with precision at the street light near where they stand. Dean smirks as part of the alley goes dark, but notices that he actually has a better view of their outlines due to the light further down the alleyway, and the angle the car is parked. Slumping further into his seat Dean wishes he had a beer to help pass the time as he keeps his eye averted from Sam and his new friend. He wonders if he should call out and tell Sam that this isn’t likely to solve his problems, but when he cracks his window a little all he can hear is Sam’s moans and whimpers. Dean can see the guy open his jeans and push them down his thighs so he can pull Sam’s cock out. Tipping his head back against the wall Sam growls as the head of his cock is sucked into the stranger’s mouth before glancing back towards the Impala. Dean shrinks back for a second, then reassures himself that in the limited light Sam won’t be able to see that Dean is watching.
“Hurry up,” Sam grits out, as the guy seems to be teasing him instead of getting down to business.
Dean laughs briefly as he recognizes the underlying threat in Sam’s voice that the guy no doubt would have missed. He finally ducks low and swallows Sam to the root. Dean presses his hand against his own cock as he sees Sam thrust forward into the eager mouth. Jealousy eats at him as he watches what he will never have and again Dean curses himself for his inappropriate feelings for his brother. He glances away, and tries to calm himself for a moment. When he looks back Sam is pulling the other man to his feet and pushing him back against the wall. Dean sees him reach around and start to roughly jerk the guy off as Sam thrusts against his bare ass. Snarling softly, Dean watches Sam’s hips move, watches the movement of his muscles in his ass and thighs. He shudders as his cock pulses and he fights the oncoming orgasm. The last thing he needs or wants is to be questioned after Sam comes back to the car. The guy comes with a yell and falls back into Sam’s arms. They stand still for a moment before Sam slowly steps back. Dean watches while the man does his jeans up and Sam leans in briefly to say something softly to him before turning to walk towards the Impala.
Sam curses angrily as he nears the car and sees Dean’s glittering eyes in the dark car. He yanks the driver‘s door open and stares down at his brother.
Dean pushes his way out of the car and looks Sam up and down. “Might want to finish doing your fly up there sparky.” He can’t help noticing that Sam is still hard, and isn’t sure whether to be happy that the stranger wasn’t able to get Sam off, or pissed that he needs to keep holding back from offering to help Sam get off himself.
“You watched?” Sam asks, unsure he wants to hear the answer.
Dean ducks his head before looking up to stare intently at Sam. “Had to make sure you were safe.”
Sam snorts and goes to walk past Dean. “Yeah right. Whatever. You enjoy watching your baby brother getting sucked off?” he snarls under his breath.
“Fuck you Sam. Get in the car,” Dean’s voice is dangerous. Dean turns away to pull his door open.
“Did you like it? Or did it make you jealous?” Sam hears the warning in Dean’s tone but his nerves are on edge and this unending frustration is wearing away at his sensibilities.
Sam’s words have Dean frozen for a moment and he takes the time to try and get his breathing, and his cock, under control.
Sensing his advantage, Sam steps forward. “I knew you were watching, felt your eyes on me the whole time,” he whispers against Dean’s ear.
Dean snaps and turns angrily. He grabs Sam by the arm and shoulder and twists his arm behind his back. Dean forces him forward and holds Sam down over the hood of the Impala. He grinds his groin into Sam’s ass, moaning softly. “Does this feel like I enjoyed it?” Dean snarls into the sweaty skin of Sam’s neck.
Sam gasps and freezes. After a moment he presses his ass back and moves against the front of Dean’s jeans in small circles. He can feel his cock leaking and with every touch of his crotch against the car he whimpers softly. “Dean…”
“What, Sam? Tell me what you want,” Dean pants. His hips are moving now, thrusting against his brother‘s body, and he’d like nothing more than to get down on his knees and lick Sam open, but a tiny part of his brain is telling him this isn’t the time or place.
“You! God Dean, want you to fuck me,” Sam cries. He hasn’t felt this out of control in a long time. Ignoring the thought that he or Dean, maybe both of them, might regret this in the morning. He turns to look up at Dean.
Lust darkened eyes focus on Sam’s lip where it’s clasped between his strong teeth and Dean has the desperate urge to replace Sam’s teeth with his own. He leans further down and takes Sam’s lips as he keeps up the steady pace, rocking against Sam. He finally pulls back and tries to step away from his brother.
“No, no. Dean, where you going?” Sam breathes.
“Not here Sammy, we can’t do this here.” He releases Sam’s arm and rubs the feeling back into the limb. He gently pulls Sam up to face him and they kiss properly for the first time.
Sam breaks away, gasping for breath as he finally notices the tingling sensation isn’t as painful as it was before. He gazes at Dean before reaching out to cup his cock through the heavy denim. He smiles slightly at Dean’s breathless moan.
“Get in the car now Sam, before I fuck you right here,” Dean growls possessively.
Sam moves quicker than he thought he could in his present state and stalks around the front of the car, knowing Dean’s eyes are following him.
As soon as both doors are shut Dean guns the engine, covering the short distance to their hotel in no time.
The brief drive hasn’t stopped Sam though and he’s stroked, and kissed Dean’s neck the whole time. “Want to feel you…Feel you inside me Dean,” he whispers as they reach the hotel doorway.
Dean curses and nearly drops his keys. He curses again when he feels Sam’s lips on his neck as he tries to push the door open. “Get naked, now.”
Sam smirks as he makes a show of slipping the buttons on his shirt free before letting the garment fall to the floor. Kicking it away, he quickly bends to toe off his boots and socks, before standing up to see Dean is now standing in jeans and bare feet too.
Dean reaches out for the bag he’d thrown at Sam earlier and places it on the small desk in front of the floor to ceiling mirror. “Jeans off and bend over.” He points towards the table and kicks the chair out of the way. Dean carefully moves Sam’s lap top and some books out of the way and moves Sam into position.
Sam lets Dean do as he pleases and smiles softly when he finds his arms leaning on the table and his ass in the air. He grunts when Dean kneels behind him and spreads his ass open.
Cupping Sam’s ass with both hands, Dean holds him open and uses his thumbs to display the tight entrance. Swiping his tongue over the skin, Dean is delighted when Sam’s breath hitches and he starts panting. He quickly lubes his fingers and mentally thanks the porn gods that he’d been stuck on gay porn a few hotels back. Remembering what he’d seen the men doing, he gently stretches Sam out, listening carefully for any signs of distress or pain from his brother.
Sam struggles for breath and he raises his head slightly to watch Dean. He can see his shadow moving on the wall but the rest of his brother is concealed behind Sam. “Ready…I’m ready,” he mutters.
Dean groans and stands to grab a condom. He rolls it on and slicks more lube onto his cock. Shivering at the touch he lines himself up and starts to push in slowly.
“Ahh…Slow,” Sam cries. He’s only ever been fingered before, normally he’s not on the receiving end and for that he’s thankful. He’s glad his brother is his first, and if Sam has his way, Dean will be his last.
Desperately holding onto his sanity, Dean moves slowly, being as gentle and considerate as he can. Taking someone’s virginity is a big deal as far as Dean’s concerned, especially this time. This is Sammy, Dean’s Sammy and that’s the only reason he needs to be patient and wait until Sam tells him he can move.
They take a minute to settle into a rhythm but gradually they are moving together and Sam is feeling the brush of Dean’s cock against his prostate on nearly every stroke and it’s driving him out of his mind.
Dean pants harshly as he stares at the length of Sam’s back in the mirror before him. He can just see where they are joined and Dean’s eyes lock on that spot. “C’mon Sam. Nearly there Sammy,” Dean rambles mindlessly.
Pushing back against each thrust Sam rolls his hips, encouraging more pressure against his prostate and he growls as Dean finds that place and pushes his hips forward in tiny movements to stroke backwards and forwards over the sensitive spot. The touch has Sam coming, white semen pumping from his over sensitive cock without even being touched. Feeling his knees begin to collapse under him, Sam revels in Dean’s strong hands gripping his hips.
Feeling a rush of possessive happiness at the sound of Sam coming Dean follows quickly, filling the condom and rocking himself through the aftershocks. “Did you…”
“Yeah,” Sam whispers. “Fuck yeah.” They both sigh in relief.
Distantly Dean hears his cell phone ringing but can’t bring himself to pull away from Sam. They eventually stand straight on shaky legs and kiss tenderly, as they head to the shower. Just as the shower starts Dean hears a message alert come through. “I’ll check it later,” he says to Sam.
Sam smiles fondly and nods. “Much later,” he says as he pushes Dean under the spray of water and follows him in.
Dean? Hope you get this message soon kid. I found the answer. Not sure how’ll you make it work though. Tell Sam, he must have been infected. The tricky thing is that the symptoms only come into effect if the person has been touched by their soul mate. Once they’ve touched the person destined to be their other half, the effects will take over until the desire is relieved by that one person and that person only. Good luck boys.