Hot Fun in the Summertime Sam/Dean & J2 Comment-fic Meme
It was a close race in the polling, but the SUMMERTIME theme won out. So in honor of all of you authors who finished Big Bang stories and all of you artists who chose one from the bunch yesterday, and also in honor of my seventh straight day of posting, I GIVE YOU:
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“W-what’re you-?”
“Relax, Sam.”
Sam’s having more than a little trouble with that once Dean’s mouth moves to his neck, soft kisses with the faintest edge of teeth.
But Dean’s not supposed to-how could he know? How could he know what Sam thinks about him, the things he’s never said out loud, not once-
Sam’s train of thought ends in a massive wreck because Dean’s lips are on his, full and somehow softer than any girl’s, and he’s kissing Sam like he’s never been kissed before. Sam tries to keep quiet but a small noise gets stuck in his throat and he moans into Dean’s mouth.
Dean laughs, tangling a hand in Sam’s shaggy hair to pull him closer.
“You worry too much,” Dean says, biting down on Sam’s lower lip just hard enough to make Sam gasp.
And yeah, maybe Sam does, but he won’t be doing any of that for the rest of the night because he’s pretty sure that bite just short-circuited whatever brain power he has left.
*
Sam wakes early the next morning wrapped snugly in blankets. His arms itch dully but overall it’s much better. He doesn’t feel like the sheets are going to start a fire against his skin if they brush against each other anymore.
A strange sound is coming from the bathroom and the space in the bed next to him is empty.
John must be back with a few new injuries and Dean’s probably cleaning him up. Same ol’.
Sam sits up and pushes the comforter off himself, yawning, thinking he’ll see what he can do to help.
Instead, the sight that greets him when he pushes the door open is Dean scratching feverishly at red splotches on his arms.
“Go back to bed!” Dean barks, ears turning as red as the rashes on his and Sam’s arms.
“You okay?” Sam asks, stepping towards Dean. “Did it spread much?”
“I said go back to bed, Sam,” Dean growls, shielding his arms from Sam’s view.
“Not so fast,” Sam says, getting as close to Dean as his brother will allow. He grabs for the hem of Dean’s shirt and tugs it upwards, revealing more of the vivid red rash splashed all over his torso.
“Now you can say ‘I told you so’,” Dean says, gritting his teeth.
“Not what I was gonna say,” Sam says quietly, his fingers brushing Dean’s wrist absently as he examines the rashes on his arms. “You know what this means, don’t you?”
“Yep.”
*
Sam’s perched on the edge of the tub again and dips his long legs in the water, too, to ease some of the lingering itch.
“Stop scratching your shoulders,” Sam warns. “And come closer, I need to get your back.”
Dean pulls his knees under his chin, scowling, and scoots back towards Sam in the tub.
“I hate you.”
“I know,” Sam smirks. “But see, sometimes, I know what I’m talking about, too.”
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Unf. I can see why Sam would be in trouble at that point!
Awesome fill, thanks! \o/
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