Not a Verse - Finding home
Title: The Not a Verse Verse - Finding Home
Author: Gedry
Pairings: Castiel/Dean/Gabriel/Sam
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 1753
Disclaimer: These characters do not belong to me. I am making no profit from this fanfiction.
Spoilers: None
Warnings: Wincest…..there I said it. No sex though. Yet I guess. (omg *face palm*)
Summary: This is a follow up to Take Me Out
Thanks so much moonofblindness for all your help!
Finding Home
Sam wakes up warm and relaxed in his cocoon of blankets. It’s a habit he’s had since he was a kid; stealing the covers. Dean always teased him about it between complaining, back when the motel rooms still involved their father sleeping in one bed and the two of them crammed against their wills in the other together. Eventually Dean started taking the sheet and leaving Sam to wrap himself up in the blanket alone. Sam always kind of missed Dean burrowing closer to him in the middle of the night for warmth; it was a way to force Dean to touch him even though he wasn’t awake for it.
Now Sam guesses he really doesn’t have to force Dean to touch him anymore. He could probably just ask him to or, if he was brave enough, he could just reach out and touch him first.
Sam huffs into his pillow. His brain turns this thing with Dean around and around all day and sometimes all night long looking for a way to make them fit together the right way. Gabriel and Cas have been so much easier.
It’s sort of horrifying that Sam thinks of two of his lovers like animals but the descriptions fit.
Gabriel’s like a hungry puppy; he flops all over Sam, legs and elbows poking in the worst places as he gets settled. He wallows around playfully until Sam can’t help but forget whatever he’s doing and give Gabriel his full attention. They’ve spent many a lazy afternoon with Gabriel reclining against Sam’s chest, while Sam feeds him candy and fruit by hand, until Gabriel gets bored and licks the juice away changing the tune of their song into something more sexual. When Gabriel’s done with him, Sam’s usually a boneless mass of exhaustion and the angel will curl up around him and stroke his hair as Sam falls into sleep.
Cas is more reserved. He’s cat like in his affections; Cas tolerates Sam’s advances when he’s not really in the mood. He’ll finally relent and grin when Sam moves from pleading to goofy in his efforts. Eventually he’ll cave and Sam’s been on the receiving end of some wonderful back scratches and foot massages based on his insistence that even though Cas acts like he doesn’t want to be touched he’s clearly lying. Of course, Sam’s shown to be the only one to get away with it. When Dean tries he gets smacked up the back of the head and shoved onto the floor.
But when the angel wants attention you had best be prepared to give it. Unlike Gabriel who worms his way in if you’re busy, Cas will just shut your laptop or toss all your papers onto the floor and wait for you to look his way. He once threw Sam’s favorite book out the wind of the car because he Sam wasn’t responding fast enough to Cas’ attempts to give him a blow job.
It’s weird and wonderful. Between the two of them Sam doesn’t think he’s been shown so much affection in his whole life.
Then there’s Dean.
There’s always Dean.
Sam never knows what to do. They hold hands sometimes; will sit pressed up against each other watching TV though he hesitates to call it cuddling. How do you cuddle someone who is just a giant ball of nerves?
Dean touches him more, pats on the back and hugs, the trailing of work roughened fingertips down the back of Sam’s arm when he’s not looking. Sam’s heart has almost stopped a hundred different ways when Dean’s leaned into his personal space to press quick kisses on his cheeks, and forehead; every so often on his lips if Sam doesn’t jerk away too fast.
Sam never touches him first. He doesn’t want to push, but really they aren’t going anywhere. It’s like Dean’s stuck in a loop where he’s not willing to move forward unless Sam leads the way.
He hears movement and cracks open an eye to watch his brother slip into the bathroom. As Sam sits himself up he finds Gabriel and Cas snuggled so deeply into one another that they look like one body with four arms and four legs. The toilet flushes, water runs for a while and Dean comes out of the bathroom bleary eyed with low slung pajama pants on and his hair sticking up weird.
It’s fucking adorable.
Sam struggles his way out of his blankets and heads to the bathroom himself. He brushes his teeth when he’s done and washes his hands. Once Dean is up for the day they usually start moving so Sam figures he might as well be ready.
He wanders back out of the motel bathroom to find Dean sitting in the middle of their nest watching their two lovers sleeping.
“They look really cute like that,” Sam whispers.
“Yeah,” Dean answers before a yawn makes him open his mouth wide. He stretches and then rubs a hand through his hair distractedly. “I’m tired still.”
Sam takes a long look at his brother and can see the exhaustion. It hits him then that there is something his stupid brain hasn’t been thinking about in all of his equations.
Dean’s probably just as worried as he is. Something about that makes Sam feel more secure. He considers his options quickly and settles on the only one he thinks he really wants.
“Do you want to come back to bed with me?” Sam asks softly.
Dean’s head snaps around so fast Sam’s concerned he might have hurt himself. “Yeah,” Dean answer nonchalantly. It’s a cover. He’s scrambling to the blanket Sam was using faster than Sam can get there.
Getting settled in is awkward as hell. Dean hovers at the edge of the blanket as Sam slips down beside him and doesn’t move when Sam’s body stills. He looks at the way Dean’s hands are clenching for a second before breathing, “Come here Dean.”
The next thing Sam knows his arms are full and Dean is making this tiny contented noise in the back of his throat as he curls around Sam’s body. Their chests brush and press together, making Sam shiver. He’s absurdly grateful they both have pants on because he’s just not sure he’s ready for that with Dean yet.
He works up the nerve to nuzzle around Dean’s face and grins at the happy sounds Dean makes as he returns the gesture.
“I want to kiss you,” Sam says before he really thinks it through. Dean freezes in his arms and Sam bites down on the inside of his lip to keep from freaking out.
“Me too,” Dean answers softly. “Like, really kiss you.” The flush on his face makes his freckles stand out so much that Sam wants to lick them.
He bumps their noses together instead and enjoys the hitch in Dean’s breath before he presses forward and kisses his brother. For a moment it’s just the gentle pressure of Sam’s mouth against Dean’s, but then Dean melts into his arms and opens for him like he’s been waiting forever to be kissed.
Sam takes the lead with a groan as he shifts them over until he has Dean under him, pressed to the mattress beneath Sam’s weight. Sam nips with his teeth, tugs with his lips, soothes with his tongue and takes and takes what he’s been wanting for so long from the other man. He’s amazed that Dean lets him. It doesn’t seem to matter how hard Sam’s hips press down or which way he turns Dean’s head to get a better angel. Dean just gives and gives to Sam like it’s the sign he’s been waiting for.
Sam’s never thought about what kind of a lover Dean might be. He’d been operating under the assumption that Dean was more aggressive in bed, like Sam himself is.
Sam’s been having wet dreams about them coming together in fits of fury resulting in the kind of rough sex that leaves you sore and aching the next day for like a year now.
But that’s not how Dean is. The realization has enough of an impact that he slides his mouth off Dean’s with an audible “pop!”
“Figuring it out over there genius?” Gabriel taunts him as Sam turns his head to see both angels watching them with amusement.
“What are you talking about?” Sam asks.
“It’s not like what you thought it would be is it?” Cas answers his question with a question. Sam hates it when he does that. “Dean’s not like you Sam. You push and drag and work your lovers into a frenzy. You thought he would be like that too but he’s not. Dean’s gentle and passive. He wants to give pleasure to the people he’s with so much that he’ll do anything that might make them happy.”
“Yeah,” Gabriel adds. “You guys play totally different songs in bed. The results are equally mind blowing but the beats are different.”
Sam chuckles to himself as he rolls off of his sibling to flop on his back in the bed. “I’m so stupid.”
“What?” Dean asks. But when Sam turns to look at him Dean’s purposefully facing the other direction. He shifts onto his side and uses gentle fingers to drag Dean’s face back to his.
“We’ve both been trying so hard to be what we thought the other one wanted that we missed the fact that we already are,” Sam whispers. Dean flushes and after a moments hesitation burrows into Sam’s arms and tucks his head into Sam’s neck.
Sam hears one of the angel’s slip off to the bathroom. The other shifts over until they’re snuggled in tight to Sam’s back. He thinks it must be Cas.
As he’s drifting off Sam’s brain starts shifting puzzle pieces together again. He’s almost sleeping when it lights on a solution.
Dean wants to be wanted. All Sam has to do is be brave enough to show him the truth.
Dean shifts in his arms and hums quietly in his sleep making Sam smile. It suddenly seems less hard.