Absolutely
Title: Absolutely
Author: elucreh
Pairing: Sam/Madison; Sam/Dean implied
Rating: PG (for this part, at least)
Summary: There's messing with Sam and then there's cockblocking, and Dean wants Sam to get naked and dirty--Sam deserves it, he's been going through a lot of shit lately.
Notes: Suggestions/comments/advice/typo-corrections welcome!
The first little scrape across Dean's awareness is when they find the cop, when Sam's first thought is for Madison. He grins to himself, because Sam really needs to get laid, and there isn't any unease behind the grin-or if there is, it's because there's a crazy were out there with a hate on for guys who are interested in Madison.
Absolutely.
So he suggests that somebody stay with Madison, cause he's a good big brother, and absolutely his grin matches his feelings when Sam balks at being the one sent out (and Dean makes him fight for it, cause they're brothers, dude, what else does Sam have a big brother for, but he lets him win the game because there's messing with Sam and then there's cockblocking, and Dean wants Sam to get naked and dirty-and his mental throat clears itself as the thought goes on-Sam deserves it, he's going through a lot of shit lately. And maybe his conscience reminded him that keeping Sam from Madison would be selfish, but no damn little nagging voice was going to have the last word in Dean's head, so he reminded it that he was being purely selfish by letting Sam be with her, because he's so pissy when he hasn't gotten any. His conscience, having learned the wisdom of letting him have the last word when he's lost the argument, keeps its mouth shut.)
He goes to the body shop-pretty nice little place, actually, the kind of place he'd be thinking of running when he retired, if he had any intention of retiring-and talks cars with the guys, who know enough to slide long, lusty looks over his baby. When they've loosened up enough to talk, he brings up their boss, what he's like to work for, if he can meet him. The tall one, Matt, offers to bring him up to the office, to look at the boss's appointment book, and he leans as he offers.
Dean thinks about it, because Matt is tall and well-built and looks pretty hung, and it's been a while since he had a cock in his mouth, but in the end he just asks if they know where he might find Kurt. And maybe he lets his eyes imply things and leans in a little, too, but it's only because he needs to know, and maybe he strokes his fingers across the palm of Matt's hand when he shakes it, but damn it's been a while.
And anyway it's not like he can let a name slip just by using a little body language, is it?
Of course not.
Absolutely.
He calls Sam on his way out.
"Let me guess, you're sitting on her couch like a stiff trying to think of something to say." He keeps his tone teasing, and there absolutely isn't any hope lurking in the back of his mind.
"Did you find Kurt?" And Sam's voice tells him that jab was dead on, and absolutely nothing inside him loosens a little.
"He hasn't been at work all week, but because I'm good and I mean really, really good, I got a line on where he might be. What's she wearing?"
"Good-bye, Dean." And Sam is clearly pretty distracted, because he doesn't even sound very annoyed, let alone defensive.
Aw, Sammy.
And Dean's grin is absolutely not rueful for any reason other than the fact that he hadn't managed to raise Sam smooth.
Really.
That's it.
Absolutely.
At least Kurt had the decency to be in a place full of distractions. And all the girls are blonde, so he doesn't even have to avoid thinking about Madison. Or Sam. Or Sam and Madison.
Maybe he focuses on the blondes a little too much, because when Kurt leaves he has to scramble, but that's all right because the dude just goes home and watches TV for a little while, blue light flickering in the window, followed by a golden glow of bedside lamp for about ten minutes, and then darkness, Dean left alone with his thoughts and his gun.
He wakes up next morning with his head throbbing and a cold, sticky stiff smelling of blood next to him; it doesn't take hardly any time before he's calling Sam, telling him, words harsh as he realises Sam didn't fuck her, wasn't in her bed all night, and he'll take the headache and the smell, thanks.
Because otherwise Madison might've bitten Sam, he thinks.
Absolutely.
When he gets back to the apartment he checks Sam's eyes, but not too long or too close, so he can pretend he hasn't noticed anything wrong, and he makes a crack about his head, but Sam says they need to talk, harsh and heavy, and Dean has to look him in the eyes if he's going to have this argument, and what he sees there is like a blow to the gut, because he's the one arguing logic here and Sam'll see it eventually, because he always does, and when he sees it he's going to be shredded. And then Sam fires off that he understands her, and there's nothing there that Dean can argue against, because he isn't like them, he can't come to close to such a connection, and anyway the one thing he can't ask Sam to do is what he won't do himself.
And he thought about arguing, thought about saying that being asked to shoot Sam isn't the same as being asked to shoot some random girl they barely know, innocent or not, but Sam's eyes are wide and desperate as he flips through Dad's journal for the lycanthropy stuff, and he's pretty sure Sam's moved beyond random girl to girl who means something because Sam's never been good at that barrier and he doesn't want to hear it from Sam's own mouth, doesn't want that confirmed, spoken aloud to hang in the air and ring through his head.
Because Sam's going to be hurt by being so involved.
Absolutely.
Author: elucreh
Pairing: Sam/Madison; Sam/Dean implied
Rating: PG (for this part, at least)
Summary: There's messing with Sam and then there's cockblocking, and Dean wants Sam to get naked and dirty--Sam deserves it, he's been going through a lot of shit lately.
Notes: Suggestions/comments/advice/typo-corrections welcome!
The first little scrape across Dean's awareness is when they find the cop, when Sam's first thought is for Madison. He grins to himself, because Sam really needs to get laid, and there isn't any unease behind the grin-or if there is, it's because there's a crazy were out there with a hate on for guys who are interested in Madison.
Absolutely.
So he suggests that somebody stay with Madison, cause he's a good big brother, and absolutely his grin matches his feelings when Sam balks at being the one sent out (and Dean makes him fight for it, cause they're brothers, dude, what else does Sam have a big brother for, but he lets him win the game because there's messing with Sam and then there's cockblocking, and Dean wants Sam to get naked and dirty-and his mental throat clears itself as the thought goes on-Sam deserves it, he's going through a lot of shit lately. And maybe his conscience reminded him that keeping Sam from Madison would be selfish, but no damn little nagging voice was going to have the last word in Dean's head, so he reminded it that he was being purely selfish by letting Sam be with her, because he's so pissy when he hasn't gotten any. His conscience, having learned the wisdom of letting him have the last word when he's lost the argument, keeps its mouth shut.)
He goes to the body shop-pretty nice little place, actually, the kind of place he'd be thinking of running when he retired, if he had any intention of retiring-and talks cars with the guys, who know enough to slide long, lusty looks over his baby. When they've loosened up enough to talk, he brings up their boss, what he's like to work for, if he can meet him. The tall one, Matt, offers to bring him up to the office, to look at the boss's appointment book, and he leans as he offers.
Dean thinks about it, because Matt is tall and well-built and looks pretty hung, and it's been a while since he had a cock in his mouth, but in the end he just asks if they know where he might find Kurt. And maybe he lets his eyes imply things and leans in a little, too, but it's only because he needs to know, and maybe he strokes his fingers across the palm of Matt's hand when he shakes it, but damn it's been a while.
And anyway it's not like he can let a name slip just by using a little body language, is it?
Of course not.
Absolutely.
He calls Sam on his way out.
"Let me guess, you're sitting on her couch like a stiff trying to think of something to say." He keeps his tone teasing, and there absolutely isn't any hope lurking in the back of his mind.
"Did you find Kurt?" And Sam's voice tells him that jab was dead on, and absolutely nothing inside him loosens a little.
"He hasn't been at work all week, but because I'm good and I mean really, really good, I got a line on where he might be. What's she wearing?"
"Good-bye, Dean." And Sam is clearly pretty distracted, because he doesn't even sound very annoyed, let alone defensive.
Aw, Sammy.
And Dean's grin is absolutely not rueful for any reason other than the fact that he hadn't managed to raise Sam smooth.
Really.
That's it.
Absolutely.
At least Kurt had the decency to be in a place full of distractions. And all the girls are blonde, so he doesn't even have to avoid thinking about Madison. Or Sam. Or Sam and Madison.
Maybe he focuses on the blondes a little too much, because when Kurt leaves he has to scramble, but that's all right because the dude just goes home and watches TV for a little while, blue light flickering in the window, followed by a golden glow of bedside lamp for about ten minutes, and then darkness, Dean left alone with his thoughts and his gun.
He wakes up next morning with his head throbbing and a cold, sticky stiff smelling of blood next to him; it doesn't take hardly any time before he's calling Sam, telling him, words harsh as he realises Sam didn't fuck her, wasn't in her bed all night, and he'll take the headache and the smell, thanks.
Because otherwise Madison might've bitten Sam, he thinks.
Absolutely.
When he gets back to the apartment he checks Sam's eyes, but not too long or too close, so he can pretend he hasn't noticed anything wrong, and he makes a crack about his head, but Sam says they need to talk, harsh and heavy, and Dean has to look him in the eyes if he's going to have this argument, and what he sees there is like a blow to the gut, because he's the one arguing logic here and Sam'll see it eventually, because he always does, and when he sees it he's going to be shredded. And then Sam fires off that he understands her, and there's nothing there that Dean can argue against, because he isn't like them, he can't come to close to such a connection, and anyway the one thing he can't ask Sam to do is what he won't do himself.
And he thought about arguing, thought about saying that being asked to shoot Sam isn't the same as being asked to shoot some random girl they barely know, innocent or not, but Sam's eyes are wide and desperate as he flips through Dad's journal for the lycanthropy stuff, and he's pretty sure Sam's moved beyond random girl to girl who means something because Sam's never been good at that barrier and he doesn't want to hear it from Sam's own mouth, doesn't want that confirmed, spoken aloud to hang in the air and ring through his head.
Because Sam's going to be hurt by being so involved.
Absolutely.