Fic: We're Not in Kansas Anymore (4/6)
We’re Not in Kansas Anymore a gift for heidi8
Author: gestaltrose
Title: We’re Not in Kansas Anymore 4/6 (complete)
Pairing: Sam/Dean, Jack/Harry/Ianto eventualy
Rating: NC-17 - Smut in this part and the next part too.
Word count: 3,000 or so this part 19,000 or so total
Beta: My lovely 'biza, britpicked by quill_lumos and kuhekabir
Spoilers: Season One and Two of Supernatural then AU, Part of Season One of Torchwood then AU, AU Harry Potter but some spoilers I guess, oh and Season Two of the latest incarnation of Dr Who.
Warnings: Crossover: Supernatural, Harry Potter, and Torchwood, Smut, Slash, Incest
Disclaimer: This is just a story it came out of my own head. Sam and Dean belong to Kripke, Harry Potter and Company belong to Rowling, and Jack and the Torchwood crew belong to Russell T Davies and the BBC. No money is being made from this story... who would buy it?
Summary: *deep breath* Sam and Dean from my Don’t Touch story (which you don’t have to read to understand this one) find themselves in Wales and neck deep in trouble, like usual.
Notes: This was written as a pitch-hit for spn_holidays.
Part One, Part Two, Part Three
Dean stood, dragging Sam to his feet. “This is over, now.”
“Dean, I could. . .”
“You could shut up, that’s what you could be doing. I, we, agreed to use Sam as bait for this thing but he is not going to fight off a possession. Not by one of the most powerful Demons in Hell.”
“But that’s the thing, you both get to do this, have to do this if we are going to be able to send it back before we shut the portals. It killed all the people who summoned it; apparently the murders didn’t quite satisfy it. I got the feeling that they were expecting something a little less, powerful. Now, there is nothing here to control it, except Sam, and you.” Harry looked at Dean.
“Me?”
“It seems to have a grudge against the both of you. But because of Sam’s resurrection, it has a fatum with him.”
“My deal took care of Sam’s resurrection.”
“The Daemon agrees. That’s why he said you could be in the battle.”
“Battle for what exactly, Harry?” Jack asked.
Harry paled again and looked around the room, at anything but Sam, who was staring at him. “Ummm . . . leadership, for control of his soul.” He tried to muddy the waters but Sam knew exactly what he was talking about.
“I am not evil.”
“Never said you were, Sam,” Harry spoke quietly.
“Ianto, how much time do we have to shut down the rift to their universe?” Jack asked.
He typed some more. “Actually, we can shut it down at anytime. Once I got the computer synced to its frequency.”
“Good. Then Sam and Dean can rest and you can all go home for a while.”
Objections came mostly from the Torchwood crew. Dean was tired and angry and wanted to hit something, Sam could tell. Running his thumb over the palm of Dean’s hand, he tried to soothe his brother. Owen left and that helped but Harry walked over to them.
“I just wanted to say that I’m sorry, I thought the name would work.” Dean seemed to relax a bit at his words. “I know you are together and I just wanted to make sure you know it’s a good thing. It can make you stronger.” Harry unknowingly echoed Alberich, the Angel that had led them to the bowl.
“You know we’re brothers, right?” Sam asked.
Harry nodded. “Love is very powerful stuff, Sam. If you’ve got it, hold on to it.” He looked so sad that Sam knew he had lost someone very close.
Sam stood and held his hand out to Harry. “Sorry for your loss.” Harry reached out and Gwen turned and yelled no at Harry just as his hand closed on Sam’s.
The emotions were overwhelming but the main one Sam felt was loneliness. Also, a sadness so deep that was coupled with guilt. Sam had tears in his eyes as he let Harry’s hand go. Gwen was talking to him, asking him questions, but all he could do was stare at Harry. His losses, his loneliness, his guilt, Sam had felt it all.
Dean said something and Gwen replied but Sam couldn’t hear them, not really. It wasn’t as bad as when he had touched that statue that had unlocked his empathy but it was similar. He was stuck in a feedback loop, Harry’s emotions, his emotions, rolling over and over him.
Harry finally moved, he leaned in and whispered in Sam’s ear. “It was long ago, and far away.”
“So lonely,” Sam got out.
“Not anymore, I’ve got people who love me.”
“But you lost so many, how did…?” Sam choked up and couldn’t continue, because if he lost Dean he didn’t have an idea how he would go on.
“With friends.” Harry laced his fingers with Gwen. “Even ones who leave me, they never really leave.”
Gwen laid her hand on Sam’s and once again Sam calmed. “I…”
“Sam, it’s all right. Harry didn’t know about the empathy. He always sucked at shielding anyway.”
“She’s right,” Harry said with an apologetic shrug. “I’ve got to get back to the Ministry. I’ll tell them something that will make them happy.” He looked at Gwen. “You want your cover back?”
“I . . . I don’t know, let me think about it.”
Harry nodded and then Apparated out of the Hub, leaving again with a whisper.
“Showoff,” Gwen muttered again before she turned to the boys. “If you want, I can give you some of the basics of magic. You’re too old to go to school and not rich or important enough to warrant your own tutor, but I think that with what you guys do a little magic would be better than none.”
“Hell yeah.” Dean was enthusiastic until he noticed how tired Sam was. “Later, after some sleep.”
Jack, who had been just observing the whole thing, stood up. “Come with me, boys, I’ve got a place you can sleep. You,” he looked at Gwen, “go home, come back tomorrow.”
Gwen nodded and left as Jack led them through the conference room to a small room in the back. It had a bed and not much else. “The loo’s through here.” Jack opened a door that was almost entirely hidden.
“We’re not kicking you out of your room are we?” Sam, ever the gentleman, asked.
Jack shook his head. “I’ve got other places to stay. This is just for when I need to rest here for some reason. Or do something else,” he added with a grin.
Sam nodded and slumped down on the bed. “This room isn’t bugged, is it?” Dean asked, looking around.
“No, this is one of the few rooms that doesn’t have surveillance.”
Dean seemed to take him at his word. Jack nodded and let himself out.
Sam began to strip, it had been a horrible few days, and he hadn’t had a good night’s sleep since he had woken up at the Holiday Inn. “You know he was lying, right?” Sam murmured as he passed Dean on his way to check out the showering facilities. Sam found not only a shower but a huge garden tub with a window that had a view that he had never seen, never would have on Earth anyway. It was a field of purple grass waving in the wind with tall flowers that bloomed blue and green. Tall trees with blood red bark and two suns in the sky kind of gave it away.
“Dean, you’ve got to see this.”
“Dude, I’ve seen a bathroom before,” Dean said as he walked into the room. “A tub, Sam? You wanted me to look at a tub?”
Sam put his hand on Dean’s chin and lifted his head. Watching his brother as his eyes widened, it was as if even after everything that they had been through, this finally made it real. “Aliens, Sam.”
“I know.” Sam turned the bath on, testing the water with his hand. “You want to join me?”
“You were ready to pass out a few moments ago,” Dean said.
“Yeah, well, maybe the view energized me.” Sam ran his hand down Dean’s arm. “Maybe it’s the company.”
Dean grinned at him and they shucked their clothes before slipping into the tub. A rare thing that a bathtub was big enough for Sam but this one easily fit the both of them. Sam pulled Dean so that his back was resting against Sam’s chest.
Sam could feel little jolts of desire run through his body and, as he trailed his fingers across Dean’s stomach, he could feel the same thing coming from him.
“The empathy seems to be back,” Sam admitted as his cock grew hard against Dean’s back.
“Bad thing?” Dean asked and twisted so he could see Sam’s face.
“No, not unless you get horny when I’m trying to concentrate,” Sam said with a smile.
“Ah, well then, we’re screwed. I’m always horny around you.”
Sam reached down and wrapped his hand around Dean’s cock. “Oh, I see the problem.”
“Sammy,” Dean breathed his name out and Sam almost lost it. Grabbing the soap, Sam lathered up and then ran his soapy hands across his brother’s chest. Pushing Dean to sit up, Sam washed his back with a quick efficiency. Sam wished he had some lube and then the next time he looked down at the side of the tub, there was a tube of lube. Sam, not one to look a gift horse in the mouth, at least not while he was horny, flipped the lid open and squeezed some into his palm. Silicone based, he thought as he slid his hand to wrap around Dean’s cock and Dean moaned and pushed up into his hand.
“Wanna be inside you,” Sam whispered into Dean’s ear before he nibbled on it.
“God, Sam. Yes,” Dean said and Sam quickly lubed up the fingers on his other hand. Sliding it down Dean’s crack, Dean lifted up slightly to allow Sam access and Sam took advantage of it too. Pressing one finger in, then two, he tried to stroke at Dean’s prostate. With a little trial and error and a lot of searching on the internet, Sam had figured out what worked best for Dean. Lots and lots of long strokes against his prostate made Dean come hard. Sam had even managed to get Dean to have an orgasm by using his fingers alone. Dean hadn’t been the only one surprised.
“More,” Dean pleaded and Sam added a third finger. Then Dean pulled away from him and got on his hands and knees. Looking back over his shoulder, his green eyes glowing from the light of the twin suns on an alien planet, Dean said, “Do it, Sam.”
Sam moved up and positioned himself, slicking his own cock up with some more lube. He started to push in, watching as the thick head of his cock disappeared into Dean’s ass. It was almost too much.
Dean moaned and Sam wrapped his long fingers around Dean’s hips, his fingers pressing into Dean’s hip bones while his thumbs dug into his backside. “Yeah, Sam. Do it,” Dean challenged him.
Sam pulled almost all the way out and then slammed back in. It was hard and fast and Sam began chanting under his breath, “Mine, mine, mine, mine.”
“All yours, Sammy, always and forever,” Dean said, though he had less than eight months to live unless Sam figured a way out of his deal.
“Forever.” Sam latched onto the word and he pushed his cock back into Dean again, making sure that it rubbed over Dean’s prostate. Reaching around, he wrapped his fingers around Dean’s cock. With a few strokes, Sam had him coming and Sam allowed himself to follow, letting go and coming inside Dean’s tight hole.
Sam slid out of his brother and sat back against the tub again. Dean moved so he could lean against Sam’s chest and the both just relaxed and watched the wind blow through the purple grass. Finally, the water began to cool and Dean stood up. Getting out, he helped Sam up and then they both showered.
Picking up the only clothes they had, they walked back into the other room and they found their pajamas and a note.
I said the room wasn’t bugged, not the bathroom. Thanks for the show, guys. I’ll make you a copy before you leave.
Jack
“That bastard,” Dean said, but there was a laugh in his voice.
Sam latched onto what he thought was the important part. “We’ve got a video.”
“Yeah, which that bastard is going to jack off to every night, probably.”
Sam rolled his eyes. He couldn’t care less what Jack did or didn’t do while watching him and Dean make love. He wanted to watch Dean as he watched himself come. Well, that was neither here nor now. Now, it was time for bed.
He slid into his pajamas and crawled into bed; Dean settled himself behind him and wrapped his arms around Sam. Feeling Dean’s love for him, Sam drifted off to sleep.
Waking up over twelve hours later, Sam’s bladder was making itself known. He extricated himself from Dean and went to use the toilet. After washing his hands he found a couple of new toothbrushes beside the sink. Ianto, Sam figured, and got out a brush. That man seemed to pick out all of the little stuff that made life go smoother and make sure it got done. He would have to remember to thank him, he thought, as he brushed his teeth.
Dean came in as he was finishing up and walked over to the toilet. Making sure that Dean knew there was a brush for him, Sam left Dean to finish peeing in peace. Shaking out the clothes that he had had on for the past two days, Sam finally noticed a stack of neatly folded clothes on the bedside table. Ianto, Sam thought again.
Distracted, he didn’t notice Dean walk up behind him until he was wrapped in his arms. “Sammy.”
“Dean.” Sam turned in his arms until he was facing Dean. Pressing a hand to his face, Dean looked into Sam’s eyes. Sam could feel him, still. Worry and desire were chasing each other. Pulling Sam down to him, Dean kissed him. Starting slow with just a ghosting of the lips and then again. Finally, Sam moaned and Dean pressed into him and devoured him. Dean’s lust and desire intertwining with his, Sam’s hard cock was soon pressing against Dean’s hip.
“Shhh, Sammy,” Dean calmed him and moved him over to the bed. They lay down, Dean kissing him again before moving down to his chest. Sam moaned loudly as Dean bit down on his nipple. Wrapping his long fingers in Dean’s hair, Sam massaged his head as he slowly moved down Sam’s body. Licking at the indents at his hips had Sam giggling and then he slowly engulfed Sam’s cock.
Sam’s head fell back on the bed; he had learned that he couldn’t watch Dean give him head. He was very prone to lose control way too early. Dean was very talented and took his entire length in his mouth and down his throat. Wishing that he was as good at it as Dean, Sam tried to relax then Dean was pressing a slicked up finger to his opening and Sam’s eyes popped open. Dean grinned up at him, his mouth full of Sam’s cock and Sam nearly lost it. “Dean?”
Dean pulled back off of Sam’s cock and looked up at him. “Wanna, Sam, please.”
Sam nodded and Dean grinned again and sucked him back down as he pushed two fingers into Sam. Pretty soon he was pushing down against his fingers, fucking himself on Dean’s hand. Then he added a third finger and Sam looked at him. “Dean, please.”
Feeling Dean’s pleasure rolling over him as he slowly pushed into Sam was almost too much. The empathy was definitely back. Not as strong as before, he wasn’t so immersed in Dean’s emotions that he lost track of his own, but it was very much there. Dean was all the way inside of him and Sam looked up.
Catching and holding his gaze, Dean pulled back out and then slammed back in. Sam couldn’t speak, couldn’t even moan because of the intensity of Dean’s look. It was as if, for that moment, there was only the two of them in the entire world. Then Dean blinked and Sam found he could breathe again.
Moaning shamelessly, he encouraged Dean to fuck him harder. He slid his hand down and started stroking his penis. It wouldn’t take long, he was sure. Knowing that Dean was getting near his orgasm had Sam pulling on his cock, trying to beat him there. He loved watching Dean come and he couldn’t appreciate it if he was in the middle of an orgasm himself.
Sam was coming and coming, hot streaks of fluid splashing on his stomach and chest. Dean pushed into him and held still, Sam’s body clenching rhythmically around him. He pulled back out and then slammed back in twice, his cock sliding over Sam’s now extremely sensitive prostate. “Dean,” Sam said, his voice a low growl. It seemed to be what Dean was waiting for because he slammed home a final time and stayed there, shaking.
Pulling his brother down to him, Sam kissed him, their tongues dancing along each other in a familiar tempo. Running a hand down Dean’s back, Sam shivered as he could feel a ghost of the feeling go down his own back. Dean grinned at him again.
“So the empathy is back?”
“Yeah,” Sam admitted. “Not as strong, though.”
“Like Missouri said it would.”
Dean didn’t have to sound so damn smug. Sam had been sure that after the battle with the spirit, the one that fed off emotions, that all of his talent, as the Angel put it, was gone. Angel. Oh shit. If they closed the rifts, whatever dimension that the Demons came from, would they also be closing the rifts on the Angels?
“You think so loud, I swear I can hear your brain working. Whatever it is, it can wait.”
“But,” Sam started and then Dean’s stomach growled followed quickly by Sam’s.
“Food!” Dean sat up and smacked him on the stomach. “Let’s get going.”
His words had Sam rolling his eyes. Wishing he had a washcloth to clean off with, he turned his head as a motion caught his eye. “Dean.”
“What?” Dean asked as he sat up, also searching for something to clean them up with.
“Look.” Sam wasn’t sure if he was scared or elated. There was a washcloth hovering in mid-air.
“What?” Dean snapped and then looked at Sam and turned to look where Sam was looking. “The fuck?”
“I wanted a washcloth, so I got a washcloth.”
“Yeah, well, I want a double cheeseburger,” Dean said as he snagged the washcloth out of the air. “But, I don’t see any floating burgers. Oh, it’s warm,” he remarked as he wiped it across Sam’s chest.
It was warm, and wet. They cleaned up and got dressed. Opening the door, they found Harry, Ianto, and Jack all talking comfortably. Ianto stood as they came in.
“Food?”
Dean nodded.
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