FIC: In His Deceit - 5/8
Title: In His Deceit
Author: Miss 'Drea
Artist: pixymisa
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Dean/OFC, Dean/Sam, brief Sam/Trickster
Beta: selecasharp and blackcathollow
Word Count: 22100/20000
Warnings: Genderbending, angst, some show-level amount of gore
Summary: When the perfect woman shows up during Dean's latest hunt, he spends more time trying to catch her attention than he does solving the hunt. She hunts with him even though she has no idea what she's doing and he's all over that; he likes teaching. Everything is perfect. Except for when it isn't. She vanishes without a trace and then Dad goes missing right after. Dean thinks they're linked. (He has no idea.)
Disclaimer: Not mine, not even a little bit. Title is from the Rune's poem.
Notes: Special thanks to selecasharp for coming up with my title, and for the beta and everything else. And to pixymisa, without whom I would have scrapped the story and dropped out of the entire bigbang out of writer's block frustration. Thanks, hon. <3 Mostly though, thank you for the dance.
| Prologue | 1 | Interlude I | 2 | Interlude II | 3 | Interlude III | Epilogue |
| Notes & Soundtrack | Art Post (coming soon!)|
| Interlude II |
Sam stands naked in the middle of his motel room with a larger - and purple - duffel bag on the bed in front of him. His old duffel, the army surplus green one his father had given him for his tenth birthday, sits off to one side, all his old clothes and things stuffed inside it. Anything he wanted to keep is in the purple duffel with his new clothes, his wallet with his real ID in it, the picture of Dean in a too-large leather jacket from Dean's unfinished senior year, and a picture of his mother that he'd stolen from the Impala when he was eight. It's not much but it will do, in the long months to come.
Amongst his new things are tampons and bras and hipster panties, because he still thinks thongs are stupid even if the salesgirl tried to convince him they were hotter. He can almost see the appeal in buying pretty underwear, but in the end he didn't get anything too fancy because this curse isn't going to last forever.
He puts on his favorite pair though, just for luck, and is still standing in the small room in the deep forest green bra and matching panties when Loki is suddenly there. "Lookin' good, Gigantor," the Trickster god praises him, and looks him up and down with a lecherous leer. "You try out the goods yet?"
Sam tries not to blush, he really does, but he's not used to be objectified. Loki steps closer to him, slowly, as though not to startle or perhaps to give him the ability to back away if he wants. "Loki?" Sam asks, and he wants to ask what the Trickster's intentions are, or maybe what he's planning, but then the Trickster is tugging him closer, and Sam willingly goes.
"Well, Sammy..." Loki says, with an honest smile, "how are you going to seduce Dean if you've never even had sex in this body?"
"Isn't something like that supposed to work to my advantage?" Sam asks dryly, shifting from one foot to the other.
Loki grins. "Fair enough," he says, and then he steps even closer, one hand brushing against Sam's breast and the other against the cloth between his legs. There's no denying the pleasure is intense, which Sam thinks might be Loki cheating a little. The Trickster doesn't kiss him but he pinches Sam's nipple with one hand and rubs at Sam's suddenly very interested clit with the other.
Almost without his permission, Sam's legs spread enough for Loki to slide his whole hand around Sam's pussy, to cup him and rub more insistently at his clit. Sam's panting, trying not to thrust, trying to come up with the determination to stop him because even when he was a hormonal teenager, he never gave in to the urge to fuck anything with two legs.
It doesn't seem to matter though, because Sam is going to orgasm and he's going to orgasm now, and he spreads his legs a little wider so Loki can feel the wet spot forming on Sam's favorite green panties. The friction is fucking ridiculous and Sam isn't sure how girls ever get anything done with the way it feels, and just before he finally gives in and comes, Loki stops and pulls away, backing up several steps. "Well," he says cheerfully, and Sam would believe him if the body the Trickster seems to be wearing wasn't obviously hard against his cargo pants, "looks like I didn't make you broken. That's good."
Then he's gone and Sam is left aching in a way he's never ached before. He manages to last throughout the day before he finally shoves an inelegant hand down the front of his underwear and hesitantly touches his own clit, still damp and exposed from Loki's earlier treatment. The pleasure is intense and Sam comes in an embarrassingly short amount of time.
With that off his mind, it's much easier to figure out where Dean will be. The faster he can get rid of this stupid curse that has fucked up everything, the better.
Silently, as he packs the rest of his clothes and changes for bed, Sam says good-bye to Stanford and the dream of a normal life.
Author: Miss 'Drea
Artist: pixymisa
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Dean/OFC, Dean/Sam, brief Sam/Trickster
Beta: selecasharp and blackcathollow
Word Count: 22100/20000
Warnings: Genderbending, angst, some show-level amount of gore
Summary: When the perfect woman shows up during Dean's latest hunt, he spends more time trying to catch her attention than he does solving the hunt. She hunts with him even though she has no idea what she's doing and he's all over that; he likes teaching. Everything is perfect. Except for when it isn't. She vanishes without a trace and then Dad goes missing right after. Dean thinks they're linked. (He has no idea.)
Disclaimer: Not mine, not even a little bit. Title is from the Rune's poem.
Notes: Special thanks to selecasharp for coming up with my title, and for the beta and everything else. And to pixymisa, without whom I would have scrapped the story and dropped out of the entire bigbang out of writer's block frustration. Thanks, hon. <3 Mostly though, thank you for the dance.
| Prologue | 1 | Interlude I | 2 | Interlude II | 3 | Interlude III | Epilogue |
| Notes & Soundtrack | Art Post (coming soon!)|
| Interlude II |
Sam stands naked in the middle of his motel room with a larger - and purple - duffel bag on the bed in front of him. His old duffel, the army surplus green one his father had given him for his tenth birthday, sits off to one side, all his old clothes and things stuffed inside it. Anything he wanted to keep is in the purple duffel with his new clothes, his wallet with his real ID in it, the picture of Dean in a too-large leather jacket from Dean's unfinished senior year, and a picture of his mother that he'd stolen from the Impala when he was eight. It's not much but it will do, in the long months to come.
Amongst his new things are tampons and bras and hipster panties, because he still thinks thongs are stupid even if the salesgirl tried to convince him they were hotter. He can almost see the appeal in buying pretty underwear, but in the end he didn't get anything too fancy because this curse isn't going to last forever.
He puts on his favorite pair though, just for luck, and is still standing in the small room in the deep forest green bra and matching panties when Loki is suddenly there. "Lookin' good, Gigantor," the Trickster god praises him, and looks him up and down with a lecherous leer. "You try out the goods yet?"
Sam tries not to blush, he really does, but he's not used to be objectified. Loki steps closer to him, slowly, as though not to startle or perhaps to give him the ability to back away if he wants. "Loki?" Sam asks, and he wants to ask what the Trickster's intentions are, or maybe what he's planning, but then the Trickster is tugging him closer, and Sam willingly goes.
"Well, Sammy..." Loki says, with an honest smile, "how are you going to seduce Dean if you've never even had sex in this body?"
"Isn't something like that supposed to work to my advantage?" Sam asks dryly, shifting from one foot to the other.
Loki grins. "Fair enough," he says, and then he steps even closer, one hand brushing against Sam's breast and the other against the cloth between his legs. There's no denying the pleasure is intense, which Sam thinks might be Loki cheating a little. The Trickster doesn't kiss him but he pinches Sam's nipple with one hand and rubs at Sam's suddenly very interested clit with the other.
Almost without his permission, Sam's legs spread enough for Loki to slide his whole hand around Sam's pussy, to cup him and rub more insistently at his clit. Sam's panting, trying not to thrust, trying to come up with the determination to stop him because even when he was a hormonal teenager, he never gave in to the urge to fuck anything with two legs.
It doesn't seem to matter though, because Sam is going to orgasm and he's going to orgasm now, and he spreads his legs a little wider so Loki can feel the wet spot forming on Sam's favorite green panties. The friction is fucking ridiculous and Sam isn't sure how girls ever get anything done with the way it feels, and just before he finally gives in and comes, Loki stops and pulls away, backing up several steps. "Well," he says cheerfully, and Sam would believe him if the body the Trickster seems to be wearing wasn't obviously hard against his cargo pants, "looks like I didn't make you broken. That's good."
Then he's gone and Sam is left aching in a way he's never ached before. He manages to last throughout the day before he finally shoves an inelegant hand down the front of his underwear and hesitantly touches his own clit, still damp and exposed from Loki's earlier treatment. The pleasure is intense and Sam comes in an embarrassingly short amount of time.
With that off his mind, it's much easier to figure out where Dean will be. The faster he can get rid of this stupid curse that has fucked up everything, the better.
Silently, as he packs the rest of his clothes and changes for bed, Sam says good-bye to Stanford and the dream of a normal life.