Fic: Blaze Of Glory (14/14)
Title: Blaze of Glory
Authors: luscious_rebel & mpregloveranon
Pairing: Sam/Dean
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Mpreg, Character Death (no main characters), H/C
Disclaimer: We just own a kinky imagination. The characters belong to CW, Kripke and whoever else is rightfully making money with them. The title and lyrics belong to Bon Jovi.
Summary: Wild, wild West and we find Dean and Sam in the middle of it. Used to a peaceful living on their parents’ farm Dean’s and Sam’s normal lives change drastically, when they return from a day out in the fields to find their home lit up in flames. Having to leave the only home they ever knew behind, they start their journey across the country on the backs of their horses Impala and Ivory to meet up with their great-uncle. The journey is long and troublesome but both brothers have bigger worries to deal with when Sam discloses a secret.
The story’s inspired by an old prompt on the spnkink_meme that can be found here (big thanks to sexytexanjra, who found the prompt again for us).
Hey everybody, luscious_rebel and I did it. We've finished this fic and now have over 73,000 words! :) I hope you guys enjoy the epilogue and that you tell us what you've thougth about our story because feedback is love and inspiration. ;)
Just a short note on my own behalf... RL is kicking my a** right now but I'm trying to work on a new plot bunny which has been haunting me for quite a long time. I like to finish (or nearly finish) my stories before I start posting them, so it might take a few week before I can post something new. I just wanted to let you know that I'm still here and writing. ;)
Previous Chapters: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13
Sam stepped right behind Dean and gently wrapped his arms around the older brother’s hips. “It’s really nice of Bobby and Margaret to watch our little ones, hm?” he spoke up in a lazy yet soft voice, while he enjoyed the feeling of Dean’s body in his arms. It had been a while since the two brothers had an evening off from being with their babies and as much as he loved them, Sam liked the idea of being with Dean - and only Dean - for a while. He knew that the children would be fine as long as Bobby and his maid would watch them. They were a cute couple anyways. Sam wondered how much longer it would take them to realize they shared each other’s feelings.
“Yes, it’s really nice of them,” Dean agreed and turned around inside Sam’s embrace to look into his beautiful eyes. It had been almost two weeks since they had arrived at Bobby’s house and Sam seemed to be a lot better. The younger Winchester brother finally could move around freely without grimacing in pain and the mood swings were gone as well. Everything seemed to be going quite well and even the Christmas celebration had gone fairly smooth, even if both brothers had missed their parents a lot.
"It's nice to have some minutes in private with you," Sam admitted. He smiled happily and let his nose brush over Dean's cheek before he captured the older brother's lips in a tender kiss.
Dean smiled into the kiss and licked across Sam’s bottom lip. “I’ve missed that,” he admitted. He loved their children but he still missed to have Sam just to himself every once in a while. As they deepened the kiss, Dean could feel himself getting hard and he shifted around uncomfortably, trying to adjust himself inside his jeans. He knew that Sam was almost completely healed but he still didn’t want to force Sam into anything he wasn’t ready for.
“Uhm, Dean… Are you… Are you okay?” Sam frowned a little and tried to lock eyes with Dean’s gaze. He had noticed how his brother had moved in his embrace and he wondered why.
“Yeah, I’m fine, Sammy. How are you feeling today?” the older Winchester tried to change the subject.
“Despite missing Mom and Dad?” Sam shrugged a little helpless. “Fine.”
Dean’s smile faltered when his brother mentioned their late parents. They had celebrated their first Christmas without their mom and dad that evening and it had really hurt to sit around the brightly decorated tree in Bobby living room. The fact that it was Lizzy and Johnny’s first Christmas had been a small comfort but the boys had tried to make the best of it. “I miss them, too, but we both know it won’t bring them back… I’m just so glad that you and the kids are okay and that Bobby took us in.”
Sam nodded and tightened their embrace. “I know…” He sighed. “I know. I’m glad, too. It’s just… I just miss them so bad… especially on Christmas… It was so nice to celebrate at home… I loved how Mom and Dad would smile and sing with us…”
“I know, Sammy,” Dean whispered, feeling like all air was drained from the room, making it hard to breathe. He pressed a soothing kiss to Sam’s temple and just held him close for a few minutes before starting to speak again. “We’ll start new traditions with the kids, Bobby and Margaret. This is our chance to start a new life, babe.”
“Yeah…” The younger Winchester nodded his agreement and smiled again. “I’m glad, Dean… I’m glad we’ve got the chance to say goodbye to Mom and Dad. I’m glad Bobby allowed us to buy this little gravestone for them and I’m glad we can start a secure life.” He sighed and gently caressed Dean’s back. “Now it’s on us to be good parents….”
It had been Bobby’s idea to make a symbolical funeral and set up a grave for John and Mary under a large oak tree on his property and both boys had appreciate the thought their uncle had put into everything. “Don’t worry about it. We will do whatever we can to give the little ones a good life. That’s all we can do, Sammy.”
“I’m sure we’ll do good, because you know what, Dean?” Sam looked at his brother with shiny hazel eyes. “We love them. That’s all that counts….”
Dean smiled all over again when he saw the loving shine in his brother’s eyes. “You’re right. That’s all that matters.” He leaned in for another kiss, cupping Sam’s face between his hands.
Sam closed his eyes and responded to the kiss more than gladly. He reached out to caress Dean’s neck and waited until their lips parted again, before he showed Dean another smile. “I love you.”
“I love you, too, babe,“ Dean replied softly and started to lower himself and Sam onto the bed, so that his brother was lying on top of him.
“Dean…” Sam smirked a little and moved to kiss his brother again. “I love you. God, I love… and I’ve missed you so much! I mean… I miss to sleep through… I miss not-so-sore nipples… But most of all I’ve missed you.”
His brother’s words made Dean grin. “I missed you, too. Maybe we should…” He gently nudged Sam’s shoulder and looked deep into his eyes.
“Yeah… maybe we should…” The taller brother was still smiling at Dean. “Do you think it would be ok?”
The older Winchester shook his head. “I don’t know… Maybe we should ask Caleb. Just to make sure if it would be okay. I don’t want to rush things, Sam.” Dean suddenly looked concerned. He had no idea if Sam was already fit to have sex with him only a few weeks after the had delivered their twins or if it would hurt him in any way and Dean sure as hell wasn’t willing to take any chances when it came to Sam’s health.
“Uhm… Caleb said I’d be fine as long as I’d take some time to heal and… take things serious. I mean… I uhm… I think it’ll be ok, if we’re careful…” Now that Sam was trying to talk about their sex life again, he started to stumble over his own words. His gaze softened though. “I’ve really missed you, Dean… And I… I have enjoyed what we’ve had during my pregnancy…”
“Yeah, I enjoyed it, too. I just don’t want you to overdo anything, Sammy,” Dean clarified once more with a concerned frown on his face. The last time they had sex had been at least a month ago. “Hey, why don’t we change roles again… I could be at the… receiving end, you know? Like I did in the beginning,” the older brother offered completely out of the blue. He was still afraid of hurting Sam and he guessed that topping would be easier for his brother, just in case he wasn’t healed up 100%, yet.
Sam's eyes widened upon hearing Dean's words. "You... but you said you don't like it!" He started to protest. It wasn't like he wouldn't have a good guess where Dean's sudden change of mind was coming from, yet he wasn't sure whether Dean just wanted to try something different.
“Well, I…” Dean started fidgeting with the hem of his shirt. “…I just thought it might be easier for you… Just in case you’re still a bit sore… I can deal with it really,” he stammered obviously nervous but as always ready to step and protect Sam at all costs.
"Okay... you want to make sure I'm fine. BUT Dean, you didn't take the herbs to avoid pregnancy... and you don't like uhm... receiving... we... we don't have to change anything, ok? I'm fine." Sam smiled and looked a little sheepishly. " I know you, you wouldn't hurt me and I had several little talks with Caleb... If we won't be too rough, I'll be ok."
God, that talk was turning embarrassing really quickly. Dean felt his face heating up as well, as he spoke, “I know… Just tell me, what you want, Sammy? You know I’ll do anything for you.” His words were soft and sincere, full of affection and love.
"I just... I want to make love, Dean. No pressure... no uhm... no embarrassment you know?" The mop of brown hair was shaking a little as Sam tried to emphasize his words with a helpless shake of his head.
Dean nodded stupidly but then leaned in for a sweet kiss, sealing Sam’s mouth with his own and lazily licking over his brother’s lower lip.
It was an action that made Sam sigh in bliss. He closed his eyes to concentrate on nothing but the sweet kiss and when he opened his mouth to shyly let the tip of his tongue touch Dean's, he automatically moved a little closer.
Feeling encouraged by Sam’s response to the kiss, Dean curled an arm around his brother’s back, gently wrapping his hand around the younger Winchester’s neck to hold him closer as he began to lower both of them onto the mattress.
Sam quickly found Dean's tongue and gently let his own dip against it. He loved the taste of his brother. Maybe it was the fact that Dean was the older brother, that made him taste like a man. Sometimes Sam indeed wondered about their age gap. He welcomed Dean's warm body against his and made sure to feel Dean up the way it used to be before their children were born. "Been so long..."
“I know…” Dean mumbled against the smooth, warm flesh of Sam’s throat as his hands caressed the younger brother’s torso.
In response to the tender touches, Sam arched his back a little. "Go on," he asked with a comfortable sigh.
Still a little reluctant Dean trailed his hands downwards, stroking his fingertips over Sam’s hipbones and thighs. He was shivering with tension and excitement and could tell that Sam was just as eager by the way his baby brother’s breathing sped up a notch. “If it doesn’t feel good let me know and I’ll stop right there. I’d never forgive myself if I hurt you, Sammy,” the older Winchester confessed in a grave voice.
"Dean..." Sam's voice sounded full of love, but he reached out for Dean's hands and took them off his body, so he could hold them. He made sure to lock his gaze with the Dean's. "I want to enjoy this, okay? I'll tell you if anything doesn't feel good or... painful or... whatsoever... just please stop stressing yourself..."
The blond Winchester nodded and flashed his brother a shy but genuine smile. “Okay,” he whispered and rubbed his hand down Sam’s thigh before very gently touching his fingertips to his brother’s entrance, making sure to watch his lover’s face for any signs of discomfort. “I’ve missed you so much…”
"Did you... miss my lips as well?" Sam managed to squeeze out between little moans. He tried to not close his eyes in pleasure. A little blush was creeping onto his cheeks and over the ridge of his nose. He attempted not to be as shy as he used to be, before they had lost their parents and become parents themselves. There was no reason to be shy around Dean but there was still some innocence left in Sam.
Dean could only moan into the kiss, leaning into his brother as he tentatively inserted one single digit into Sam’s tight little opening.
"Dean, wait..."
The older brother went stiff as a board and looked into his lover’s face in shock. “Did I hurt you?”
"No, it's just..." Sam bit his bottom lip. "I want to give something back to you..." he whispered and looked at Dean with his trustworthy hazel eyes.
Shaking his head in bewilderment, Dean opened his mouth to ask what Sam meant but was cut short by him already.
The younger boy smiled at Dean and made sure to move them so he was on top of Dean. He looked down at him for a moment before he wetted his lips. There seemed to be a hint of nervousness in his eyes and in the way he moved his head a little quicker than usually, yet he smiled and his eyes were begging Dean to not spoil the moment when he lowered his head to slowly lick over Dean's chest. Sam tried to keep his brother in his view while he did that, hoping for a reaction.
A shiver went through Dean’s body, his arousal increased by the teasing touch of Sam’s tongue on his heated skin. “Sammy…” he moaned blissfully, not coherent to utter more than his brother’s name.
"You know I... I don't have much experience in this..."
Dean couldn’t believe how innocent and young Sam sometimes still looked. Raising a hand, he lovingly caressed his baby brother’s cheek, looking deep into soulful hazel eyes. “You don’t have to apologize to me, Sammy. I love you.”
Sam couldn't deny that he was relieved by Dean's words, so he nodded and the expression on his face softened. He grabbed Dean's wrist and gently held it in its place before he turned his head to kiss the palm of Dean's hand. A moment later he let go of his wrist again and Sam gave Dean another nervous look, before he moved down on him. Something inside his belly tingled when he kissed Dean's belly just to let his tongue trail to his loins.
“Uhmmm, Sammy…” Dean groaned lustfully, feeling his cock twitch with excitement. “You don’t have to…”
"I want to..." That said Sam hesitatingly licked over Dean's exposed member. He didn't want to be too rough or to do anything wrong, for he still remembered how much he had failed at his last try.
The urge to close his eyes and just enjoy what Sam was doing to him was strong but Dean knew how nervous his brother was, so he kept holding eye contact to ground his lover.
Sam felt like melting under Dean's gaze. He could see the anticipation on his lover's face and it only increased the wish to not mess up what he was about to do. Again his tongue carefully tapped the sensitive skin and left a little wet spot where it had made contact. The younger Winchester lowered his gaze and broke their eye contact. His cheeks felt like they would be burning by then and his fingertips softly caressed Dean's thigh, while Sam found the courage to taste a little more of Dean's tempting hot flesh.
Being the older brother, Dean had known Sam his whole life and had always proudly thought he was the person who knew the younger Winchester best, but he had never imagined that sweet, innocent Sammy could be such a tease. Clawing at the cool bed sheets underneath him, he moaned lowly and squirmed under his baby brother’s hands and mouth. “Sammy…” he panted, feeling more blood rushing south and turning his arousal painful. “I want you.”
Hearing Dean's needy voice, Sam slowly slipped him out of his mouth and looked up at him. He was unsure whether Dean really wanted him to stop and this uncertainness showed in his big, innocent eyes. He blinked quickly and licked his swollen lips. "I... I want you to want me..." he replied somewhat clumsy, and because it was the only thing he could think of to not completely turn down the pleasure for Dean, he kept on tentatively fondling his balls.
The soft caresses and the wet warmth of Sam’s mouth was too much for Dean and he knew that he wouldn’t last long if Sam kept up his skilful ministrations. “Sammy, I need to…” he warned, trying to pull back, the increasing heat inside his lower belly telling him that he was about to climax.
Sam blushed a little more although that was hardly possible. Dean would...? Oh... Oh! Now if it was like that, this was a bad moment to stop. Swallowing, he looked up at his lover's face. There was so much pleasure and need written on it, that Sam felt a lighting rush through his body in reaction to the hot view in front of him. He closed his eyes and concentrated on the soft and careful friction he added to Dean's skin, while he could feel his flesh pulsating eagerly. It felt so hot, that Sam's own erection was throbbing in despair while he tried to finish Dean off by sucking him.
Not able to utter another warning or to get away from his brother’s sinful mouth, Dean tensed up, back arching and fists bunching up the bedding, as his orgasm hit him like a wave crashing against the cliffs. He bit down on his bottom lip to stifle a shout and instead groaned lowly as he reached completion, his whole body jerking erratically for several seconds before it went lax, leaving him panting for breath.
Although it had been obvious, what was going to happen, Sam was surprised to taste Dean's load in his mouth. He swallowed and still looked a little perplexed when he softly slipped Dean out of his mouth. He carefully licked over Dean's length and looked up at him as if he was waiting for some kind of reaction, that told him everything would be fine. The need for release was still on him, but he also felt a little exhausted, emotionally.
Dean gazed at his brother with half-closed eyes but held his arms open. “C’mere, Sammy,” he rasped, still panting with exertion but slowly coming down from his high.
Sam quickly followed Dean's request. He moved up and lay down next to him, cuddling up.
“Just give me a minute…” Dean croaked, pressing a soft kiss to his brother’s temple and nuzzling into his silky dark hair. The fingers of his right hand were tracing idle pattern on Sam’s flushed skin and gradually trailed lower, brushing over slightly protruding hipbones and lazily parted thighs. “I’ll take care of you, Sammy,” he added, circling strong but gently fingers around Sam’s hard length and pumping his fist a few times to make his lover moan.
"Oh God, Dean..." Sam bit into Dean's shoulder and held onto him, while he tried to thrust into his lover's hand. He was so full of need that little tears escaped the corner of his eyes as he pressed his eyelids shut. His throat felt dry and Dean could feel his hot breath against his skin each time Sam groaned against his shoulder. The younger boy's movements seemed desperate for release and his muscles strained and relaxed just to strain again. "Dean..."
“I’ve got you, Sammy,” Dean whispered, carefully disentangling himself from his brother and sliding down on the soft mattress until his mouth was level was Sam’s throbbing member. Giving the angry red crown a teasing lick, Dean opened his mouth wide and started swallowing his lover’s length. Not missing a beat, he started bobbing his head as he worked Sam closer to release, sucking and slurping around the heated, rigid flesh.
With the help of Dean's skilful teasing, Sam felt how he was basically thrown over the edge. He dug his fingers into the sheets and held them in a deadly grip while he threw back his head. He always had been a lot louder than Dean and despite Bobby, his hopefully soon to be wife and Dean's and his children being close, Sam couldn't help a loud scream of pleasure. It felt like he would explode with untamed need as Dean kept sucking him. Sam's body was a picture of pure pleasure when he reached his orgasm and shot his hot seed into Dean's wet mouth. Collapsing against the mattress he took in a deep breath and sighed.
Dean swallowed his brother’s release and gently licked him clean before crawling back up towards the upper end of their bed. Cradling Sam’s head against his shoulder, he pressed another kiss to his sated lover’s damp forehead and smiled warmly. “I love you, Sammy,” he murmured sleepily.
"I love you too, Dean." Sam smiled happily and cuddled up a little more. He reached out for Dean's hand just to hold it. "You know, I..."
“I almost forgot…” Dean started speaking at the same time and both brothers broke off, looking at each other with smiles on their faces.
Sam chuckled. "You first."
“Mrs. McNeill answered our letter,” the older Winchester announced with a happy gleam in his eyes. “It was in the mail this morning and I’ve been wanting to show you her letter right after reading it but then Dorothy had lunch ready and the Christmas celebration started,” he apologized quickly.
"Oh..." Sam nodded. He was fine with Dean forgetting the letter about their Christmas joy. "What did she write? Is she fine?"
Dean nodded emphatically. “She’s more than just fine. She wrote that she decided to start looking for her son, Richard, after we left. Apparently her husband is still away for most of the year, so that gave her enough time to hire someone to do the job.” He paused for a second, taking in the curious look in Sam’s eyes before smiling even wider. “She found him and she has a grandson, Andy. Richard forgave her and she visits him and his family when her husband is away on business. She actually thanked us for showing her how much family matters,” he added with a watery smile.”
The younger Winchester couldn't hold back an honest smile at Dean's words. "So they found each other and... they're starting to become a family again. I'm happy to hear that Mrs. McNeill's doing fine and... that Richard forgave her. I mean, they're a family."
“Yeah, I happy fort them, too,“ Dean nodded in agreement and held his brother close.
"I'm really glad..." Sam smiled and looked pretty peaceful.
Enjoying the feeling of his brother and lover in his arms, Dean stayed silent. He closed his eyes and breathed in Sam’s familiar scent as he looked back on everything they had lived through just to end up where they were in that precise and perfect moment.
“Dean? I... Uhm... What I was going to say..." Sam suddenly spoke up, although he seemed more nervous again.
“Yeah, Sammy?” Dean was fully attentive again, watching his brother closely.
"I love you." The emotions flickered over Sam's face and he smiled.
Clearing his suddenly scratchy throat, Dean replied with a low and gently voice. “I love you, too, Sammy. You and our kids!”
"I'm glad, Dean and I... you know... maybe this sounds crazy, but..."
Looking deep into his brother’s eyes, Dean cupped Sam’s cheek. “What is it, Sammy? You know you can tell me anything, right?”
"Yeah of course, I do..." Sam smiled. "It's just I... I want you to know that I...."
There was still a confused frown marring Dean’s features, showing that he couldn’t follow his brother’s line of thought. “What, Sammy?”
Sam sighed. "I want you to know that I enjoyed what we had and... God, I'm starting to sound like a girl…" The younger brother rubbed his face.
Gently pulling Sam’s hands away from his face, Dean locked gently eyes brother’s, trying to read what was on his mind. “I enjoyed it, too,” he admitted, waiting for Sam to say what was bothering him so much.
When the younger brother noticed Dean's serious features, he sighed. "I don't know how to put it, Dean, but I... I know it is hard and we're happy that we're allowed to stay at Uncle Bobby's and... Man, we'd be nothing without his help, but... I'm glad about the existence of our children... I love them. And I love you. And I want to have a real family."
“I love you and our kids more than anything and I’m just as happy about Uncle Bobby’s help as you, but you’re worrying me, Sammy,” Dean explained, still not understand what his brother was trying to tell him.
"No, don't be worried. Really, there's no reason. It's just... I would like to have another child with you. Someday..."
Dean felt tears pooling in his eyes at the love and sincerity in his baby brother’s voice. When he replied he sounded choked up, overwhelmed by all the emotions bubbling up inside of him. “God, how much I love you, Sammy… You’re amazing and… and I’d love to have another baby when Johnny and Lizzy are a bit older.”
"Really?" Hope shone in Sam's eyes as he looked at his older brother. "Because I... I don't want to, you know... Rush it... I want us to have settled into our new lives and... I would like to be able to concentrate onto the pregnancy better than... you know..."
Entwining the fingers of his right hand with Sam’s, Dean leaned in gently sealing his brother’s mouth with his own to shush him. As he slowly deepened their kiss, he instinctively rested their linked hands on top of Sam’s belly. Life had thrown many stones in their way but it would always turn out well as long as they were together.
Each night I go to bed
I pray the Lord my soul to keep
No I ain’t looking for forgiveness
But before I’m six foot deep
Lord, I got to ask a favor
- Blaze of Glory by Bon Jovi
The End