SPN Fic: I Know Places (We Can Go, Babe) NC-17, 1/1
Title: I Know Places (We Can Go, Babe)
Author: downjune
Characters/Pairing: Girl!Sam/Dean
Rating: nc-17
Word Count: ~3100
Summary: Sam has spent her whole life with Dean at her back, knowing he's there to look out for her. At least once, she wants him to feel the same.
Notes: Time for more porn! No particular reason! Here are some of my bulletproof kinks, all of which you will find within: awkward imperfect sex, finger fucking, pegging, girls who top, laughter during sex, emotions! This, like all my girl!sam stories, takes place in the What Comes Is Better 'Verse! This takes place in S2, just after "Children Shouldn't Play With Dead Things."
Also, listen to this marvelous song while reading! Sometimes, Sam and Dean are romantic, okay?
I know places we can go, babe.
I know places we can go, babe.
The high won't fade here, babe.
No, the high won't hurt here, babe.
-Lykke Li
Sam could see that her brother was losing ground, was losing himself with Dad gone. And, as much as she hated to admit it, so was she. Where Dean had measured his own worth by his success or failure to carry out Dad's orders and be the man Dad wanted him to be, Sam had lived her life in defiance of John's expectations. Without that immovable force to push off of, she was drifting without anchor. Especially with Dean so fucked up.
And after that psycho Gordon Walker, after the zombie fiasco at Greenville Cemetery that landed her in the hospital with a broken arm, they needed something to knock them out of this tailspin.
Hunting wasn't going to cut it; drinking just made Dean sloppy and maudlin; talking got them exactly nowhere. So Sam made some personal time for herself, her laptop, and a wifi connection and went to work. Sometimes, all Dean needed to pull him out of a slump was a present. This was one hell of a slump, though-so no ordinary gift would do.
*
It took some maneuvering on her part, and a detour along an interstate that they usually avoided because of all the cop traffic, but within a week, Sam had what she was after. And Dean was watching her sidelong, curious in spite of his depression and belligerence. Curiosity, she could work with.
"You're bein' awful weird, Sammy," he said grudgingly, as if he really didn't want to take the time to notice. "That was a sex shop you just came out of-you know that, right?"
Clutching her package against her chest, Sam slanted a look at her brother as he rolled back out onto the highway. "Yes, Dean. Believe it or not, sex shops aren't just for horny dudes. Girls like sex shops, too-especially when shopping for their girlfriends."
He flushed a little, like he always did when she alluded to her years with Jess. Sam had some very fond memories of their purchases-all of which had been reduced to lumps of melted plastic and silicone in their burned up apartment.
"You got a girlfriend you're shoppin' for?" he asked, and the hint of jealousy in his voice sent a curl of anticipation through her stomach.
"No, this is for you, actually. I mean, for us. But mostly for you."
"Yeah?" He was definitely interested, now, sending longer glances at the wrapped box she held. "Is it a porno? God, it's been ages since we watched porn together. You always find the good ones, don't you, Sammy." His smile was tentative, an offering, and Sam grinned back in answer.
"Somebody's gotta have decent taste between the two of us. But, no, it's not porn."
"Then what is it?" he asked, drifting onto the shoulder a bit as he craned to see again.
"Watch the road," she said automatically, then let the box rest in her lap. "You find us some place private and I'll show you."
He gave her a searching look, managing to keep the road in his peripheral vision. "Look, I know I haven't been-I haven't wanted to, with you, lately. It's just, I've been feeling so fucking-I don't know, man."
"Helpless? Angry? Lost? I'm right there with you, Dean."
"I know you are, Sammy," he said, looking forward again.
He didn't say anything after that, but when he turned off at the next exit, Sam smiled into her shoulder so he didn't see how relieved she was.
At the first motel they came across they booked the room for the night, and even though it was only a little past three, they checked in and shut themselves inside-closed the blinds and locked the door. In the dim glow from around the shades, Dean shrugged out of his jacket and stood between the two beds, his shoulders tense. He watched Sam with a kind of manic energy as she dropped her duffel in the corner, like whatever she had planned was going to turn everything around for them.
His faith in her was startling and, she worried, misplaced.
"Get on the bed for me, Dean," she said. When he started to undo the buttons of his shirt, she stopped him with a hand over his. "Clothes on. Put your hands under the pillow."
Eying her skeptically with a faint tilt of his mouth, he obeyed, shoving back until he could stretch out comfortably. Then, doing as she'd told him, he reached his arms over his head and pushed them up under the pillow.
She started at his feet, unlacing his boots with hands that she had to consciously keep from trembling. Her arm ached in its new cast, but she still had pretty good mobility in her fingers. "You nervous, Sammy?" he asked, his voice a little rough.
She nodded, a quick jerk of her chin. "Maybe. M'gonna take care'a you, Dean. So just, just let me...." Pulling his boots off by the heel, she let them thunk onto the floor. She peeled his socks off next, worked the fingers of her good hand up under his jeans to his calf. She scratched through the hair on his shin and then climbed up over top of him, knelt straddling his thighs to undo his belt.
"You always-always look out for me, try to keep me safe even when it means hurting yourself, hiding your hurt from me." He lifted his hips as she tugged his jeans down, kept his eyes on her as she spoke. "So I wanna do right by you for once." She scooted backwards so she could get his jeans the whole way off before she unbuttoned his shirt. When she kneed up onto the bed again, Dean watched her hungrily, seemed eager for her to keep going. "Want you to let go for awhile. Gonna make you let go."
Sliding her hands up the length of his arms, she pulled them free of his sleeves. Then she guided him up so that she could tug his t-shirt over his head, murmuring, "Arms up," in his ear. He shivered and did as she asked, pressing a light kiss to her breastbone through her tank top after he'd pulled free of the shirt.
When she pressed him back down, he went willingly. "How?" he finally asked. "What're you gonna do?"
Finally hooking her hands into his black boxer-briefs, she tugged them down over his full cock. The head bumped heavily against his belly and she inhaled at the sharp twinge of desire that jolted through her at the sight of him, at how beautiful he was.
"I wanna fuck you," she said in a breathy rush. "Will you let me?"
Reaching down by the side of the bed she pulled out her package and ripped off the brown paper she'd had it wrapped in. Inside the box was a gorgeous sky blue strapless dildo, the very best a fraudulent credit card could buy. The silicone was firm but flexible with an anatomically accurate dick and a bulb that would fit inside her.
Dean exhaled a nervous laugh when he saw it. "Jesus Christ. You wanna put that thing in me?"
Sam knew she was blushing. "In both of us, actually, and only if you want to."
He nodded, which wasn't really good enough, but was a start anyway. "Do you, uh, do you need to rinse it off first, or whatever?"
"Oh. Oh, yeah, good thinking." Backing up off the bed, she left Dean there to go to the bathroom, running the dildo under warm water and using those few seconds to try and calm her fluttering insides. Since Dad... well, since he'd been gone, they'd messed around almost every night. But not the way they had before she went away to school, and not like before Dad died. It was ugly, what they were doing, and even if it felt good, even if Dean slept wrapped around her so tight she could hardly breathe, Sam still felt like they were punishing each other for what had happened. And she didn't want to do that-not when they were all they had left.
When she got back, she laid the dildo next to her brother while she stripped out of her clothes. She noticed that Dean couldn't seem to stop staring at it, eyes shying away to her and then back.
"It's okay-we don't have to if you don't want. It's not like I actually paid for the thing."
Dean shook his head. "Shut up, Sammy, and fuck me with your big blue cock before I lose my nerve."
She laughed, the tension momentarily easing between them as she rooted in the box to find the bottle of lube she'd also bought. Then she climbed back on the bed and between Dean's legs when he spread them for her. "Is it-is it okay if I touch you first?" He nodded and bent his legs up so his feet were flat on the bed. "I've never done this before; have you done this before?"
Dean smiled faintly at her rushed words and shrugged. "Sort of."
"It's kind of a yes or no question, Dean."
Rolling his eyes, Dean mumbled, "Fine. Yes, there was this girl. She wanted to, and I said yes because, well-"
"Because you're you," she supplied.
"Yeah, but we stopped part way in because I didn't want her touching me there. But that's not-I'm not worried with you, okay?"
She nodded, feeling really good about that, feeling like this had been the right move for them. But she was still nervous when she trailed her slick fingers down behind her brother's balls to his ass. She'd touched him there before but never as purposefully as she did now. He jerked a little at her touch and she looked up, met his wide eyes. They were dark in the bad light, but he nodded to her, licking his lips, and she pushed inside. He was smooth and warm and tight and she spent several minutes just touching, carefully adding a second finger, and feeling her way around until she found what she was after. When she crooked her fingers against his prostate, he exhaled a sharp breath like she'd punched him.
"Okay?" she asked, meeting his eyes again.
"Yeah. Yeah, do that again, Sammy," he said, laying his head back and finally relaxing around her fingers. Pressing and massaging more firmly, she watched Dean unwind in front of her. His pale skin flushed pink and then glistened with sweat as he arched and squirmed on the bed, the sounds that came out of him hitting her right in the gut. By the time she felt like he was good and loose for her, his cock leaked steadily against his stomach and he was almost boneless. He looked at her from beneath heavy eyelids and squeezed them shut when the stimulation got too intense.
Watching his response was addictive. She'd never felt this powerful, not even when she had his cock in her mouth or when she road him. This was a new kind of power-reaching into him, prying him open and finding the hidden places that made him come undone.
"You have to-want you inside me, Sammy, or I'm gonna come."
"Okay, Dean," she said, pulling out of him, her voice soft, almost reverent. "Yeah. Jesus, you should see yourself. You look incredible." His smile was quick and distracted, his eyes tracking her hands as she picked up the dildo.
Slicking up both ends, she slid the bulb inside herself first, her muscles fluttering and clenching around it. There was an angled tip that was supposedly for her g-spot, but she didn't feel anything particularly earth shattering as she knelt up closer to her brother and angled the dick against his ass. "Ready?"
"Yeah," he nodded. His knee bumped against her shoulder and he pressed his heel against her lower back and, looking down at him, Sam felt a possessive swell of love so powerful that she had to lean forward and kiss him first, even though the dildo bounced awkwardly between them. He craned up to meet her, catching her by the back of the neck as she licked into his mouth.
"Love you," she said. "I love you, Dean."
He nodded, forehead rocking against hers, and didn't say it back. But that was okay. He was very careful with that word-it didn't mean he didn't feel it.
Straightening up, she pressed the dick up against him and guided it inside, pushing her hips forward in steady firm pulses. Dean's eyes were closed, his brows drawn together in a frown of concentration until she was all the way in, the dildo firmly seated inside them both.
Sam took a few seconds just to breathe. Even though it wasn't her own flesh inside Dean's body, or his inside hers, they were still connected. The small shifts of muscle he made moved the part that was in her and the idea of that more than the physical sensation made her feel like she was already close to coming, like if he just breathed the right way, she'd trip over the edge.
When she felt like her head was clear enough, or as clear as it was going to get, she angled Dean's legs up a little further and tried to find a rhythm. It was a little awkward at first because she had to clench her internal muscles to keep the thing from slipping out and a few times she had to reach down and reposition it so the little ridge in front of the bulb bumped against her clit. But once she had that figured out, she wrapped her arm around the back of Dean's leg and let her hips move in the way that felt most natural.
"That feel good?" she finally asked, looking up the length of Dean's body to see him watching her while she fucked him.
He shrugged and offered her a ragged grin. "Like watchin' you more than anything. That dick looks good on you, even if it is blue."
She laughed at that, the bulb almost slipping out again, which only made her laugh harder. "Shut up," she giggled. "I'm loosing it, down here. You can't-you can't just say things like that."
But then Dean was laughing, too, and Sam felt like everything was falling apart despite her best efforts. Reaching up with her broken hand, she grabbed Dean's and put it on his cock. "Touch yourself. I wanna make you come, Dean. I wanna see you."
And he listened to her-reached for the lube and dribbled a bunch into his palm before grabbing his dick and working it nice and slow. They both moaned and Sam bit a kiss into Dean's thigh.
She worked her hips more steadily, clenching inside and rolling up. With that rhythm, the tip of the bulb rubbed more firmly against her g-spot and with the clit stimulation, she was getting it inside and out, a push and pull that was making her insides shudder and twitch. Dean jacked himself and the sight of it and of her moving in him was so sweet and hot that she felt she would break apart if this lasted too much longer.
"Are you close?" she asked. "Because I-I'm..."
"Yeah, Sammy," he said. "Go for it, baby."
"Want you to feel good, Dean. Wanna take care of you."
"You do. Fuck, Sam, want you to come. You look so good."
She laughed breathlessly at his words and how they never failed to light her up. She felt her orgasm building and cresting, unspooling through her as she held onto Dean and tried to keep driving into him. Crying out, she hunched forward and rode it out, not realizing she'd tucked her chin to her chest until she felt Dean's hand on her cheek, scraping the hair from her face.
Gasping for breath as she came down, she pulled the dildo out of them both and before Dean could ask what she was doing, slid her fingers back inside him. He jolted and cursed and then arched as she rubbed firmly against his prostate again.
"Come on, Dean," she breathed, leaning her head against his drawn-up leg.
"Fuck, Sam, I-" His body snapped tight for one perfect moment and his ass clamped down on her fingers as he shouted, voice almost panicky, and came in thick heavy pulses across his stomach and ribs. He gasped and twitched and finally went loose on the bed as Sam crawled up over top of him to kiss him, holding herself up on arms that shook. Dean put both his sticky hands in her hair and she didn't even mind.
Before she flopped down on top of him, though, she snatched a tissue from the bedside table and cleaned him up, wiping him down as best she could with only the one. When she'd tossed it on the floor, Dean wrapped both arms around her and held her close against his chest, their naked bodies pressed together from head to toe. She tucked herself under his chin and wedged her good hand underneath his back.
After a few minutes of drowsy silence, Dean's voice rumbled from his chest, "I think I like it when you get toppy."
Sam huffed a laugh. "Yeah?"
"Yeah, and it was pretty obvious you liked swingin' that dick around."
"Maybe I'll just start wearing it around under my jeans."
Now it was Dean's turn to laugh, a rough snort that made his chest jump under her. "I dare you."
"All right, I will."
"I double dog dare you. I triple dare you."
"All right, I will."
Still laughing, Dean rolled them over, taking most of his weight on his elbows. And even though Sam had liked screwing her brother into the mattress, she still really liked the feel of him sheltering her with his body-his solid ribcage and broad shoulders like a seawall. That would never change.
Just so long as he felt the same way about her. She wrapped her arms around his middle and cradled his hips between her drawn-up legs. "I got you, Dean," she said.
Kissing a trail up her throat, Dean rubbed his nose against her jaw and cheek like a cat and said, "I know. Don't worry, Samantha; I'm not goin' anywhere."
Author: downjune
Characters/Pairing: Girl!Sam/Dean
Rating: nc-17
Word Count: ~3100
Summary: Sam has spent her whole life with Dean at her back, knowing he's there to look out for her. At least once, she wants him to feel the same.
Notes: Time for more porn! No particular reason! Here are some of my bulletproof kinks, all of which you will find within: awkward imperfect sex, finger fucking, pegging, girls who top, laughter during sex, emotions! This, like all my girl!sam stories, takes place in the What Comes Is Better 'Verse! This takes place in S2, just after "Children Shouldn't Play With Dead Things."
Also, listen to this marvelous song while reading! Sometimes, Sam and Dean are romantic, okay?
I know places we can go, babe.
I know places we can go, babe.
The high won't fade here, babe.
No, the high won't hurt here, babe.
-Lykke Li
Sam could see that her brother was losing ground, was losing himself with Dad gone. And, as much as she hated to admit it, so was she. Where Dean had measured his own worth by his success or failure to carry out Dad's orders and be the man Dad wanted him to be, Sam had lived her life in defiance of John's expectations. Without that immovable force to push off of, she was drifting without anchor. Especially with Dean so fucked up.
And after that psycho Gordon Walker, after the zombie fiasco at Greenville Cemetery that landed her in the hospital with a broken arm, they needed something to knock them out of this tailspin.
Hunting wasn't going to cut it; drinking just made Dean sloppy and maudlin; talking got them exactly nowhere. So Sam made some personal time for herself, her laptop, and a wifi connection and went to work. Sometimes, all Dean needed to pull him out of a slump was a present. This was one hell of a slump, though-so no ordinary gift would do.
*
It took some maneuvering on her part, and a detour along an interstate that they usually avoided because of all the cop traffic, but within a week, Sam had what she was after. And Dean was watching her sidelong, curious in spite of his depression and belligerence. Curiosity, she could work with.
"You're bein' awful weird, Sammy," he said grudgingly, as if he really didn't want to take the time to notice. "That was a sex shop you just came out of-you know that, right?"
Clutching her package against her chest, Sam slanted a look at her brother as he rolled back out onto the highway. "Yes, Dean. Believe it or not, sex shops aren't just for horny dudes. Girls like sex shops, too-especially when shopping for their girlfriends."
He flushed a little, like he always did when she alluded to her years with Jess. Sam had some very fond memories of their purchases-all of which had been reduced to lumps of melted plastic and silicone in their burned up apartment.
"You got a girlfriend you're shoppin' for?" he asked, and the hint of jealousy in his voice sent a curl of anticipation through her stomach.
"No, this is for you, actually. I mean, for us. But mostly for you."
"Yeah?" He was definitely interested, now, sending longer glances at the wrapped box she held. "Is it a porno? God, it's been ages since we watched porn together. You always find the good ones, don't you, Sammy." His smile was tentative, an offering, and Sam grinned back in answer.
"Somebody's gotta have decent taste between the two of us. But, no, it's not porn."
"Then what is it?" he asked, drifting onto the shoulder a bit as he craned to see again.
"Watch the road," she said automatically, then let the box rest in her lap. "You find us some place private and I'll show you."
He gave her a searching look, managing to keep the road in his peripheral vision. "Look, I know I haven't been-I haven't wanted to, with you, lately. It's just, I've been feeling so fucking-I don't know, man."
"Helpless? Angry? Lost? I'm right there with you, Dean."
"I know you are, Sammy," he said, looking forward again.
He didn't say anything after that, but when he turned off at the next exit, Sam smiled into her shoulder so he didn't see how relieved she was.
At the first motel they came across they booked the room for the night, and even though it was only a little past three, they checked in and shut themselves inside-closed the blinds and locked the door. In the dim glow from around the shades, Dean shrugged out of his jacket and stood between the two beds, his shoulders tense. He watched Sam with a kind of manic energy as she dropped her duffel in the corner, like whatever she had planned was going to turn everything around for them.
His faith in her was startling and, she worried, misplaced.
"Get on the bed for me, Dean," she said. When he started to undo the buttons of his shirt, she stopped him with a hand over his. "Clothes on. Put your hands under the pillow."
Eying her skeptically with a faint tilt of his mouth, he obeyed, shoving back until he could stretch out comfortably. Then, doing as she'd told him, he reached his arms over his head and pushed them up under the pillow.
She started at his feet, unlacing his boots with hands that she had to consciously keep from trembling. Her arm ached in its new cast, but she still had pretty good mobility in her fingers. "You nervous, Sammy?" he asked, his voice a little rough.
She nodded, a quick jerk of her chin. "Maybe. M'gonna take care'a you, Dean. So just, just let me...." Pulling his boots off by the heel, she let them thunk onto the floor. She peeled his socks off next, worked the fingers of her good hand up under his jeans to his calf. She scratched through the hair on his shin and then climbed up over top of him, knelt straddling his thighs to undo his belt.
"You always-always look out for me, try to keep me safe even when it means hurting yourself, hiding your hurt from me." He lifted his hips as she tugged his jeans down, kept his eyes on her as she spoke. "So I wanna do right by you for once." She scooted backwards so she could get his jeans the whole way off before she unbuttoned his shirt. When she kneed up onto the bed again, Dean watched her hungrily, seemed eager for her to keep going. "Want you to let go for awhile. Gonna make you let go."
Sliding her hands up the length of his arms, she pulled them free of his sleeves. Then she guided him up so that she could tug his t-shirt over his head, murmuring, "Arms up," in his ear. He shivered and did as she asked, pressing a light kiss to her breastbone through her tank top after he'd pulled free of the shirt.
When she pressed him back down, he went willingly. "How?" he finally asked. "What're you gonna do?"
Finally hooking her hands into his black boxer-briefs, she tugged them down over his full cock. The head bumped heavily against his belly and she inhaled at the sharp twinge of desire that jolted through her at the sight of him, at how beautiful he was.
"I wanna fuck you," she said in a breathy rush. "Will you let me?"
Reaching down by the side of the bed she pulled out her package and ripped off the brown paper she'd had it wrapped in. Inside the box was a gorgeous sky blue strapless dildo, the very best a fraudulent credit card could buy. The silicone was firm but flexible with an anatomically accurate dick and a bulb that would fit inside her.
Dean exhaled a nervous laugh when he saw it. "Jesus Christ. You wanna put that thing in me?"
Sam knew she was blushing. "In both of us, actually, and only if you want to."
He nodded, which wasn't really good enough, but was a start anyway. "Do you, uh, do you need to rinse it off first, or whatever?"
"Oh. Oh, yeah, good thinking." Backing up off the bed, she left Dean there to go to the bathroom, running the dildo under warm water and using those few seconds to try and calm her fluttering insides. Since Dad... well, since he'd been gone, they'd messed around almost every night. But not the way they had before she went away to school, and not like before Dad died. It was ugly, what they were doing, and even if it felt good, even if Dean slept wrapped around her so tight she could hardly breathe, Sam still felt like they were punishing each other for what had happened. And she didn't want to do that-not when they were all they had left.
When she got back, she laid the dildo next to her brother while she stripped out of her clothes. She noticed that Dean couldn't seem to stop staring at it, eyes shying away to her and then back.
"It's okay-we don't have to if you don't want. It's not like I actually paid for the thing."
Dean shook his head. "Shut up, Sammy, and fuck me with your big blue cock before I lose my nerve."
She laughed, the tension momentarily easing between them as she rooted in the box to find the bottle of lube she'd also bought. Then she climbed back on the bed and between Dean's legs when he spread them for her. "Is it-is it okay if I touch you first?" He nodded and bent his legs up so his feet were flat on the bed. "I've never done this before; have you done this before?"
Dean smiled faintly at her rushed words and shrugged. "Sort of."
"It's kind of a yes or no question, Dean."
Rolling his eyes, Dean mumbled, "Fine. Yes, there was this girl. She wanted to, and I said yes because, well-"
"Because you're you," she supplied.
"Yeah, but we stopped part way in because I didn't want her touching me there. But that's not-I'm not worried with you, okay?"
She nodded, feeling really good about that, feeling like this had been the right move for them. But she was still nervous when she trailed her slick fingers down behind her brother's balls to his ass. She'd touched him there before but never as purposefully as she did now. He jerked a little at her touch and she looked up, met his wide eyes. They were dark in the bad light, but he nodded to her, licking his lips, and she pushed inside. He was smooth and warm and tight and she spent several minutes just touching, carefully adding a second finger, and feeling her way around until she found what she was after. When she crooked her fingers against his prostate, he exhaled a sharp breath like she'd punched him.
"Okay?" she asked, meeting his eyes again.
"Yeah. Yeah, do that again, Sammy," he said, laying his head back and finally relaxing around her fingers. Pressing and massaging more firmly, she watched Dean unwind in front of her. His pale skin flushed pink and then glistened with sweat as he arched and squirmed on the bed, the sounds that came out of him hitting her right in the gut. By the time she felt like he was good and loose for her, his cock leaked steadily against his stomach and he was almost boneless. He looked at her from beneath heavy eyelids and squeezed them shut when the stimulation got too intense.
Watching his response was addictive. She'd never felt this powerful, not even when she had his cock in her mouth or when she road him. This was a new kind of power-reaching into him, prying him open and finding the hidden places that made him come undone.
"You have to-want you inside me, Sammy, or I'm gonna come."
"Okay, Dean," she said, pulling out of him, her voice soft, almost reverent. "Yeah. Jesus, you should see yourself. You look incredible." His smile was quick and distracted, his eyes tracking her hands as she picked up the dildo.
Slicking up both ends, she slid the bulb inside herself first, her muscles fluttering and clenching around it. There was an angled tip that was supposedly for her g-spot, but she didn't feel anything particularly earth shattering as she knelt up closer to her brother and angled the dick against his ass. "Ready?"
"Yeah," he nodded. His knee bumped against her shoulder and he pressed his heel against her lower back and, looking down at him, Sam felt a possessive swell of love so powerful that she had to lean forward and kiss him first, even though the dildo bounced awkwardly between them. He craned up to meet her, catching her by the back of the neck as she licked into his mouth.
"Love you," she said. "I love you, Dean."
He nodded, forehead rocking against hers, and didn't say it back. But that was okay. He was very careful with that word-it didn't mean he didn't feel it.
Straightening up, she pressed the dick up against him and guided it inside, pushing her hips forward in steady firm pulses. Dean's eyes were closed, his brows drawn together in a frown of concentration until she was all the way in, the dildo firmly seated inside them both.
Sam took a few seconds just to breathe. Even though it wasn't her own flesh inside Dean's body, or his inside hers, they were still connected. The small shifts of muscle he made moved the part that was in her and the idea of that more than the physical sensation made her feel like she was already close to coming, like if he just breathed the right way, she'd trip over the edge.
When she felt like her head was clear enough, or as clear as it was going to get, she angled Dean's legs up a little further and tried to find a rhythm. It was a little awkward at first because she had to clench her internal muscles to keep the thing from slipping out and a few times she had to reach down and reposition it so the little ridge in front of the bulb bumped against her clit. But once she had that figured out, she wrapped her arm around the back of Dean's leg and let her hips move in the way that felt most natural.
"That feel good?" she finally asked, looking up the length of Dean's body to see him watching her while she fucked him.
He shrugged and offered her a ragged grin. "Like watchin' you more than anything. That dick looks good on you, even if it is blue."
She laughed at that, the bulb almost slipping out again, which only made her laugh harder. "Shut up," she giggled. "I'm loosing it, down here. You can't-you can't just say things like that."
But then Dean was laughing, too, and Sam felt like everything was falling apart despite her best efforts. Reaching up with her broken hand, she grabbed Dean's and put it on his cock. "Touch yourself. I wanna make you come, Dean. I wanna see you."
And he listened to her-reached for the lube and dribbled a bunch into his palm before grabbing his dick and working it nice and slow. They both moaned and Sam bit a kiss into Dean's thigh.
She worked her hips more steadily, clenching inside and rolling up. With that rhythm, the tip of the bulb rubbed more firmly against her g-spot and with the clit stimulation, she was getting it inside and out, a push and pull that was making her insides shudder and twitch. Dean jacked himself and the sight of it and of her moving in him was so sweet and hot that she felt she would break apart if this lasted too much longer.
"Are you close?" she asked. "Because I-I'm..."
"Yeah, Sammy," he said. "Go for it, baby."
"Want you to feel good, Dean. Wanna take care of you."
"You do. Fuck, Sam, want you to come. You look so good."
She laughed breathlessly at his words and how they never failed to light her up. She felt her orgasm building and cresting, unspooling through her as she held onto Dean and tried to keep driving into him. Crying out, she hunched forward and rode it out, not realizing she'd tucked her chin to her chest until she felt Dean's hand on her cheek, scraping the hair from her face.
Gasping for breath as she came down, she pulled the dildo out of them both and before Dean could ask what she was doing, slid her fingers back inside him. He jolted and cursed and then arched as she rubbed firmly against his prostate again.
"Come on, Dean," she breathed, leaning her head against his drawn-up leg.
"Fuck, Sam, I-" His body snapped tight for one perfect moment and his ass clamped down on her fingers as he shouted, voice almost panicky, and came in thick heavy pulses across his stomach and ribs. He gasped and twitched and finally went loose on the bed as Sam crawled up over top of him to kiss him, holding herself up on arms that shook. Dean put both his sticky hands in her hair and she didn't even mind.
Before she flopped down on top of him, though, she snatched a tissue from the bedside table and cleaned him up, wiping him down as best she could with only the one. When she'd tossed it on the floor, Dean wrapped both arms around her and held her close against his chest, their naked bodies pressed together from head to toe. She tucked herself under his chin and wedged her good hand underneath his back.
After a few minutes of drowsy silence, Dean's voice rumbled from his chest, "I think I like it when you get toppy."
Sam huffed a laugh. "Yeah?"
"Yeah, and it was pretty obvious you liked swingin' that dick around."
"Maybe I'll just start wearing it around under my jeans."
Now it was Dean's turn to laugh, a rough snort that made his chest jump under her. "I dare you."
"All right, I will."
"I double dog dare you. I triple dare you."
"All right, I will."
Still laughing, Dean rolled them over, taking most of his weight on his elbows. And even though Sam had liked screwing her brother into the mattress, she still really liked the feel of him sheltering her with his body-his solid ribcage and broad shoulders like a seawall. That would never change.
Just so long as he felt the same way about her. She wrapped her arms around his middle and cradled his hips between her drawn-up legs. "I got you, Dean," she said.
Kissing a trail up her throat, Dean rubbed his nose against her jaw and cheek like a cat and said, "I know. Don't worry, Samantha; I'm not goin' anywhere."