LZ [BS] Songs 11-15
Traveling Riverside Blues- Disk One- Song Eleven
The Impala had broken down. Dean swears he just gave her a tune-up… but he knows maintenance has gone down-hill sense work had picked back up again. When you were constantly working things like checking the fuel pumps [especially in a classic like her] didn’t tend to cross your mind much. So here they were, on the side of the road in the middle of nowhere Mississippi.
Dean was trying his hardest to fix his girl up, but she was getting antsy with him. His frustration level was getting up there so he decided to throw in the towel for the moment. “Sam, throw me a beer.” He said and the younger did as he was requested.
“Still not working?” Sam asked, looking at the open hood and his disgruntled brother.
“Nope, looks like we overheated her and I need to clean out the fuel pump and change the oil. But right now I can’t do anything ‘cause the whole thing is still hot from the steam. Shit.” He opened his bottle and took a swig, making a face when he realized it was still kind of warm- but then again it was a summer day and the sun was beating down on them.
“It’s hot.” Sam said, putting down his bottle and looking around. It was a small road they were on and they hadn’t passed anyone for miles. Something caught his eye, however, through the trees. “Sweet, I didn’t realize we were that close to the river!” he said and got up and went through the trees to the banks of the Mississippi.
“Yeah that’s only ‘cause you were asleep most of the ride.” Dean groused, but slammed the hood down and followed his brother. By the time he caught up Sam was already down to his boxers and about to jump into the water. Dean couldn’t help but stare at that toned body and smirk. He quickly pulled off his own clothing and jumped into the cool water as well.
“Isn’t that better?” Sam smiled as his skin immediately cooled down at the contact. He saw Dean swim over to him. “Isn’t this a better idea than sitting in the heat while we wait for the engine to cool?”
“Yeah, but you aren’t getting on the upholstery wet.” Dean said and before Sam could say anything about ‘him and his car’ he sealed their lips together. Sam moaned into it and kissed back, grabbing at the elder of the two. Dean smirked- yeah maybe this was a better idea.
Friends- Disk One- Song Twelve
Dean never made friends in very descript terms. He had one-night-stands and the select ‘other hunters’ that he trusted. Even back when he and Sammy were in school he only had some girlfriends he quickly disposed of because they weren’t going to be staying there for much longer anyway. Sure he talked to people, even talked cars with some of the guys in his adolescence shop classes- but he never really had ‘friends’. He figured that if he was going to bother getting to know someone inside and out it might as well be someone he was going to have time to bother using that information. All he really needed, he figured, was Sammy.
Sam though, Sam wanted friends so badly and even though it was slightly hard for him to get a girlfriend in the many towns they had been in [It was because he wanted to get to ‘know’ them first, and by the time that was done they were off again] he had lots of people that liked him. He has sports teams [Soccer, and even some Basketball once he hit that growth spurt] and his clubs from school. Dean got ignored more often than not because Sam had some ‘school stuff’ going on. That pissed him off because he needed Sam and apparently that didn’t work the other way.
So every place they went Dean did everything possible to try to get his Sammy all to himself. He was start rumors [not that Sam ever found out he was the one that started them, he was too good for that] and was mean to the friends he did make [never when Sam was around, though]. He had even, and he wasn’t proud of this one, gone as far as to tell some coaches that they didn’t want his brother on their team. It was good for him, Dean had always told himself, because that meant Sam would have less to leave behind when they moved again.
But Dean was always there for Sam when his friend “didn’t want to be friends with him anymore” or he “didn’t make the cut for the team”. As he held his brother close and consoled him, he took a slightly sadistic pleasure in knowing that right then he was his brother’s everything.
Celebration Day- Disk One- Song Thirteen
They came out of it fairly well off, for once. Dean had to wrap a cut on his arm but at least it wasn’t so deep he needed stitches for it. Sam sprained his ankle in the run, but it was fine by the time they made their way back to the hotel. “Now, why can’t they all go like that, Sammy? Would make our jobs a hell of a lot easier.” The elder brother said as he changed out of his sweaty clothing
“Because it just doesn’t happen like that- cut and dry rarely happens to us at all.” Sam said tugging off his own dirt-stained jeans and replaced them with something clean.
Before Sam really registered it, Dean was sitting on the bed next to him and stole a kiss. “Too true, baby boy.” Sam blushed at the endearment; Dean just laughed at him and held up some a bottle of vodka and another of whiskey. “Fell like some celebratin’?” Sam rolled his eyes but took of the bottles and screwed off the cap. “That’s my boy. Some alcohol and sex and everything is right with the world.”
Taking a swig, then feeling it burn down his throat, Sam snorted. “You would think that, wouldn’t you?”
Hey Hey What Can I Do- Disk One- Song Fourteen
The night was fairly silent, except the old heater in the corner rumbling away- but keeping the brothers fairly warm as they slept. Sam twisted in his bed, moaning lowly in pain. Dean’s hunting skills kicked in and he grabbed the knife under his pillow and sprang up, only to see his brother thrashing crazily in the other bed.
Forgetting the weapon he quickly made his way over to Sam. He shook him lightly, “Sam, Sammy, wake up.” When that didn’t work he tried with a bit more force. “Sammy, wake up it’s just a dream.”
Sam’s eyes sprang open and his breathing was labored as he looked at Dean. “Dean… you’re here…they didn’t get you… Dean.” He pulled his brother down on top of him, wrapping his arms around Dean tightly.
“No, I’m right here. It’s ok.” He said, used to this by now. Looking down at Sam he saw tears running down his cheeks. “Sammy, I’m right here. Sam… hey… hey what can I do to prove that?”
Sam looked up and kissed Dean gently before pulling back. Dean smiled lightly, not a smirk but a true smile, and kissed Sam again. From there it just went down-hill. They groped at each other until every barrier between them was gone. They gasped, grinded, and fucked until they felt complete. But they were there, nothing had gotten the other- and that was what was truly important.
White Summer/Black Mountain Side- Disk One- Song Fifteen
“Sam, you take that back right now!” Dean was pissed, actually he was beyond pissed. He couldn’t believe what his little brother was saying. That snot-nosed 15-year-old brat!
“No Dean! This is how we spend our summer vacation? Up here on some God-forsaken mountain, in the dark, waiting for something to attack us? Before break all of the others wee talking about going to water-parks, going on trips, doing FUN stuff! Why are we here hunting!?” Sam pouted as he surveyed the tree line.
“This is our job, we save people! We go here so when one of those kids comes here to camp or whatever the fuck they do here they don’t get their God-damned throat torn out!” Dean was yelling, he knew he shouldn’t be yelling at Sammy but he was just so angry. “And what about those people that come here to hunt, huh? They don’t want to become hunted by some werewolf, ghost, whatever the fuck it is! Think of them and stop being so selfish.” Not that Sam had ever been a selfish person by nature but in this case he was only out for himself.
Dean rarely yelled at him and he bit his lip through the speech. Their father had told him this time and time again and yet when Dean said it… it was somehow different. When Dean said it- it made him want to listen and not fight against it. A tear fell from his eye and he wiped it away with his hand. “Dean..” he whispered lowly, chancing a glance up at his brother who was glaring down at him. “I’m..” he wanted to protest but that look in his brother’s eyes and the conviction in his voice made him change his mind. “I’m sorry… so is it a werewolf or poltergeist this time?”
Dean breathed out a sigh of relief. “Wolf.”
“Nice.”
“Yeah, I thought so too. Hand me those silver bullets, will ya?”