Fic: Dean/Sam Supernatural

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Title:Do Something
Rating: NC-17
Pairing/Fandom: Sam/Dean (Supernatural)

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At the sight of his brother standing in the middle of the room, odd drops of rain dripping from his hair, Sam realised why he'd been so distracted all evening; he'd been worrying about Dean.

Athough his brother had only been out pursuing an alternative line of research, namely the sister of one of the victims, Sam had been worried that their current big-bad would try to dispatch Dean when he was least expecting it. He'd also been simultaneously trying to dissect, and ignore, the feelings that he was beginning to experience regarding his brother. Feelings that he knew he shouldn't be having, but try as he might they would not go away.

Now, as his brother stripped off jacket and t-shirt, dumping them on a chair in the corner, the thoughts flared back to life, bringing with them a desire to lick along the trail of water that was even now running from his brother's hair, down Dean's cheek towards his jaw.

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Dean, meanwhile, was rumaging through an old rucksack, looking for a fresh shirt, giving Sam a sidewards glance as he looked vaguely upwards from the pile of unlaundered clothes.

"You okay?"

Sam gave a shurg and walked to the opposite side of the room. Dean returned the shrugg for one of his own, and went back to the job at hand.

It had been an awful night, one that had been unsucessful for two reasons; one, the house that Sam had explicitly told him not to venture turned up nothing of interest, save for the odd rat or two, and two, his trip into the local town's bar, to meet an informant of sorts, had gone distaserously wrong, leaving Dean with nothing to do except have an early night in and hope for the best in regards to the rest of the week.

That, and he needed a wank more than anything else.

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They had spent so much time in each other's company during the past few months that Sam could tell when his brother needed some time alone. Thing was he'd done so much thinking in the few hours his brother had been out that he wanted to speak to Dean about it now.

For weeks now he'd found himself turning 'round only to catch Dean looking away quickly, an almost flush on his face, that Sam figured his big brother was thinking much the same way he was, and now that he'd found the courage to bring it up he wasn't about to let the oppourtunity pass.

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Dean stood, bent over the rucksack, trying desperately to ignore the way his brother stared at him from across the room. His neck was burning red with the uncomfortable closeness of their proximity, especially as he moved and found that his body seemed to be quite enjoying the smell of Sam's shower-damp hair, and musky aftershave. He himself smelt of rain, and dirt, and the odd tang of copper, that seemed to permanently hang around him.

It was always the same, even down to their own scent. Sam had always been the nicely groomed one. Dean had been the one who was rough around the edges, the hero.

He'd always been the ladies man.

Trouble was, he didn't quite want a lady, at the present moment.

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Dean turned to face him, pulling on a clean shirt as he did so, and Sam found himself acutely aware of the play of muscles in his brother's arms and stomach. He breathed in deeply trying to calm his body and chase away the thoughts that were running wild through his mind.

It seemded to him that Dean had brought the smell of rain, and of freshly damp soil in with him. It was a familiar smell, and comfortable. Sam wanted to wrap himself in it, knowing that his brother was there and would keep him safe.

He dragged his mind and his thoughts back to the present, and looked over at his brother, standing there nonchalantly leaning against the wall.

"So, Sammy"

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"How have you spent your time this evening? Wisely, I hope?"

Dean walked up to his brother, heart beating quickly, the start of an erection making him so painfully aware of how turned on he actually was. If this were not his brother, hell, if this weren't Sam, he'd been all over him in a second, but this was his baby brother, the one he had to protect, the one who, despite it all, looked breathtaking as he stood in the neon lighting of the room.

"How long has it been since you were laid, Sammy?"

He enjoyed the flush that spread across Sam's cheeks, as he looked away.

"Why do you even care, Dean?"

"Oh, I don't know." Dean shrugged, placing his hands in his pockets, grinning down at the ground. "I think we should do something about it, something."

"Get cheap dates in the town's seediest bar, you mean?" Sam asked, with no small amount of sharpness in his tone.

"That's not quite what I had in mind."

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"No, well what did you have in mind then?"

In reply Dean merely closed the distance between them, and laid a gentle kiss on Sam's cheek.

"This", he murmured, and then stepped away.

Whatever Sam was expect as an answer it hadn't been that, and for a moment it threw him into a panic, freezing him in place.

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"Dean," Sam said in that slow, dangerous way of his, as if warning him that something wasn't exactly squeaky clean, or that they'd gotten themselves into a "situation". "What are you--?"

"How long have we been together now, Sam. How long have we stayed by ecah other, protected each other." He rounded Sam, pretatory in gaze and body language alike. Carefully, he backed Sam up into a wall, their bodies not even touching, and yet Dean's heartbeat made his veins throb unplesantly. "How's this any different to seeing to your needs by saving you?"

"Dean... Dean..."

Sam seemed lost for words as Dean stood an inch away from him, and Dean could feel his breath mingling with his brothers.

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His thoughts were aflame, one part of him wanted to say 'yes', turn them around so that it was Dean backed up against the wall and do to him all the things his imagination had been torturing him with all night. The other part, the part that believed this was wrong wanted to cry out, to be angry with Dean, except that a traitorous voice in the back of his mind reminded him that he wanted this too.

"Dean, I don't..."

"Don't say you don't want this Sam, don't you dare." There was a dangerous look in Dean's eyes warning Sam that lying would not be good.

"I won't, we both know that it seems, so the question should really be: do you want this, Dean?"

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"Fuck, yes," Dean moaned, pressing his brother into the wall, even as his mouth found Sam's. Identical thin lips pulled at each other's, tongues fighting together as they kissed, deep and fast. It was all so deep and fast, Dean marveled, feeling Sam's erection through his jeans, placing a hand between their bodies, and circling his hand over it, the pressure agonising for Sam who arched helplessly.

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Sam watched in fascination as Dean stepped back and stripped off the t-shirt he'd put on only moments before. For an instant Sam thought Dean was going to stop there, but then his hands dropped to the fly of his jeans, and a sudden desire for the touch of skin on skin flared through Sam.

With almost feverish haste he yanked off his own shirt, popping a button or two in the process, the t-shirt that he'd been wearing underneath quickly followed, and then his jeans. In the space of a thought they'd both stripped off, dropping clothes in crumpled heaps on chairs and the floor.

From the smirk on his brother's face Sam knew he was about to make some snarky remark about his lack of underwear, so he stepped close, putting his body up against Dean's and silencing him with a kiss.

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Hands roamed wildly, exploring every inch of bare skin, igniting each nerve and making them both purr with frustration and longing. Dean could taste blood, though from whose lips it came from was anyone's guess. He could feel Sam's large hands gripping his wrists tightly, before they fell backwards onto Sam's small, single bed. With suprising dexterity, Sam placed a thigh either side of Dean, and began to kiss his way up his brother's body, swirling his tnogue over salty patches of skin, tasting sweat and dirt, and Dean.

Their cocks rubbed together as Sam lowered his hips, grinding them against Dean, making him throw up his hands, and leave Same free to do what he willed. Tilting his head to the side, Dean bit into the pillow as Sam writhed atop him, teasing him with each serpentine movement, his face showing a mask of Dean's own pleasure.

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Sam ran his hands across Dean's chest, tweaking his nipples with fingers calloused from years of handling weapons. Dean's skin was hot against his palms, and as Sam looked down his own body at his brother's he was struck by the similarities between them. Well definied torsos drew the eye down to narrow hips and long legs, and the unwanted voice in the back of Sam's head reminded him again that what they were doing was wrong. Incestuous the voice whispered to him, wrong. No Sam whispered back, Right, oh so right.

With Dean he'd never have to worry about protecting him, sure he went to Dean's rescue at times, but he never felt like Dean was his responsibility. They saved each other, that was just how this job went.

Ignore the all the nagging, worrisome thoughts he shuffled back on the bed so that he could lay between his brother's legs. Dean raised his head from the bed to look at him, and was just about to say something when Sam took the head of Dean's cock into his mouth.

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Dean's head shot back into the soft pillow beneath his head, his body arching, wanting for Sam's mouth to take him in further, anything to feel the slick movement of tongue against skin become harder, more insistant. A broken moan scratched it's way from his throat, just as his hands tangled in the sheets either side of him. All traces of sentences unspoken fell away as Sam began to move up and down the shaft, tongue curling, teasing the underside of his cock with delicious pressure.

"Sammy..." Dean tried to look up again, but the sight of his brother's head moving up and down only served to make him more lustful, causing him to flop back down again, squeezing his eyes tight shut, willing this to not end quite yet.

Fingers joined tongue as Sam lifted his hand to cup Dean's balls, and Dean arched again, his hipbone brushing against Sam's wrist, the tender skin tingling where Sam had touched it.

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Sam had never seen his brother look so debauched as did then, head flung back, hands curling and uncurling against the sheets. He dropped his head, taking Dean as far into his mouth as he could and was rewarded with a moan.

"Please, Sammy, please..."

This ability to make his usually smart-mouthed brother almost incoherant was arousing Sam even more, and as he ran tongue and gentle teeth over Dean's cock, his hips twitched, trying to gain friction between his own cock and the scratchy sheets.

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"Sam..."It was the voice he'd used so often before, a word that preceeded all others, and yet it sounded so different in this space, here, right now. Dean grabbed his brothers arm and pulled him away from his cock, further up his body, so that their mouths could meet in a kiss. Little things, like the way their eyebrows arched similarly, the quirk of lips, the smooth corners of mouths and sharp jutting cheekbones, were all so similar, so reminiscent of himself, that for a second, Dean had the mind to pull back