Innocence
Title: Innocence
Author: b_o_w_a
Summery: 2014!Dean/2009!Sam, desperate, needy sex.
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing: Sam Winchester/Dean Winchester
Rating: M
Notes: Written for an uncannon drabble fest/chain thing forever ago.
He won’t pretend he isn’t needy.
He never has been able to pretend when it comes to him, his little brother.
Sam’s always been innocent, pure, even after the demon blood, and right now, that’s what he needs. He needs his little brother from five years ago; he needs the pure innocence that Sam can give him.
The things he’s seen….it was enough to give him nightmares six years ago, and now…now everything is fifteen times worse.
But that wasn’t what hurt the most. That was when Sam said yes. Nothing could fix the whole that was ripped into his heart when he heard that; sweet little Sam, his little brother that he raised….was the devil’s vessel, there was no going back.
But that doesn’t matter anymore, because he’s got Sam beneath him, a Sam that isn’t the devil, a Sam who is still innocent from the last five years, a Sam that knows almost nothing of the horrors that walk the street today.
And he feels so good beneath his hands, a tall expanse of muscle and skin. His.
Sam gasps and moans beneath him, arching into his touch, trusting him completely.
He’s Dean; a big brother, a protector, a lover, everything to Sam.
He kisses Sam’s lips, brushes his lips softly against his. He’s needy, but he needs to remember this. He doesn’t know how long Sam will be here, how long this will last, and right now, he needs the memories, needs to feel whole.
Sam can give him everything he needs.
He slides, slick and rough into Sam, groaning into Sam’s chest at how tight he is. Sam’s hands clasp onto Dean; Sam needs this too.
They slide together, moving and twisting, groaning and whimpering on the small cot, begging for one more moment, one more memory.
Begging for a different outcome.
He moves swiftly, desperate for his brother’s touch, needing Sam to find a way back to his time, to change the outcome of the future, to let him have more time with his brother.
He groans, arching into Sam, his body pumping.
They don’t move apart, they can’t, not yet.
They kiss, their tongue’s intertwining, but Dean doesn’t pull out.
He wants to feel his brother, every part of him; he wants to dream, wants to hope that everything will be okay.
Because Sam has always been his week spot.
Author: b_o_w_a
Summery: 2014!Dean/2009!Sam, desperate, needy sex.
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing: Sam Winchester/Dean Winchester
Rating: M
Notes: Written for an uncannon drabble fest/chain thing forever ago.
He won’t pretend he isn’t needy.
He never has been able to pretend when it comes to him, his little brother.
Sam’s always been innocent, pure, even after the demon blood, and right now, that’s what he needs. He needs his little brother from five years ago; he needs the pure innocence that Sam can give him.
The things he’s seen….it was enough to give him nightmares six years ago, and now…now everything is fifteen times worse.
But that wasn’t what hurt the most. That was when Sam said yes. Nothing could fix the whole that was ripped into his heart when he heard that; sweet little Sam, his little brother that he raised….was the devil’s vessel, there was no going back.
But that doesn’t matter anymore, because he’s got Sam beneath him, a Sam that isn’t the devil, a Sam who is still innocent from the last five years, a Sam that knows almost nothing of the horrors that walk the street today.
And he feels so good beneath his hands, a tall expanse of muscle and skin. His.
Sam gasps and moans beneath him, arching into his touch, trusting him completely.
He’s Dean; a big brother, a protector, a lover, everything to Sam.
He kisses Sam’s lips, brushes his lips softly against his. He’s needy, but he needs to remember this. He doesn’t know how long Sam will be here, how long this will last, and right now, he needs the memories, needs to feel whole.
Sam can give him everything he needs.
He slides, slick and rough into Sam, groaning into Sam’s chest at how tight he is. Sam’s hands clasp onto Dean; Sam needs this too.
They slide together, moving and twisting, groaning and whimpering on the small cot, begging for one more moment, one more memory.
Begging for a different outcome.
He moves swiftly, desperate for his brother’s touch, needing Sam to find a way back to his time, to change the outcome of the future, to let him have more time with his brother.
He groans, arching into Sam, his body pumping.
They don’t move apart, they can’t, not yet.
They kiss, their tongue’s intertwining, but Dean doesn’t pull out.
He wants to feel his brother, every part of him; he wants to dream, wants to hope that everything will be okay.
Because Sam has always been his week spot.