Kissed your lips and I tasted blood...
This was for Brooke giveandforgive for the kiss meme thing I did with Sam. Any oocness in Brooke is my fault entirely. This is also part of an evil!Sam storyline coming up.
[What Makes You Laugh?]
He’s been chained down here for days and he’s bored. Claire is gone somewhere-she wouldn’t tell him where and that accounts for his foul mood more than the boredom. Dean pulled his whole ‘Sammy I need you back’ spiel and now he’s sitting across the basement, sharpening his knife and humming to Metallica. Sam could take the knife, turn it around and plant it in his shoulder but that’s so two days ago. It is a testament to Dean’s idiocy that he’s back down here with the knife once again. Sam tilts his head, catching the sharp click-click of heels before Dean and a creepy ass grin spreads across his face.
“Tsk, tsk, tsk,” he shames Brooke as she comes into view. “Big Brother doesn’t want you down here.”
Dean comes to his feet and takes a step toward Brooke. Sam stops him, slamming his brother against the wall and holding him there. Sure, Dean’s got him chained but he can’t take the powers that Azazeal gave Baby Brother away. His arms are loose enough he can grab Brooke by the wrist when she comes too close and jerk her against his chest. His eyes are on Dean’s horrified expression rather than Brooke’s pissed off one. This show is all for Big Brother. Sam grabs a handful of her hair, jerking her up on her toes. He knows the only reason she doesn’t whimper is because Dean’s held captive across the room and she’s biting down on her bottom lip, trapping that sound and denying it freedom.
“God Dammit…Sammy-I swear if you hurt her-“
“You’re going to what?” Sam smirks, his hand still fisted in her hair, her neck stretched and her legs almost painfully pushing her onto her toes. “You’re going to kill me? You sold your soul for me, Dean. You can’t kill me and we both know it so stop making idle threats.” He looks down at Brooke, chuckling at the fight sparking in her eyes. She’s struggling even though he knows it’s pulling her hair. “Shhhhh, I’m not going to hurt you,” he promises in a voice that sounds like Sam.
Dean’s still pinned against the wall when Sam dips his head, lips colliding with Brooke’s. His lips and his teeth bruise hers, teeth clacking against each other as she fights against him. He chastises her, biting her bottom lip hard enough to taste blood and then sucking it off. He lets her go, pushing so that she falls to the ground. He keeps Dean against the wall, pressing just hard enough that he has to struggle for air.
Brooke is pissed and honestly, he never noticed she was so fucking pretty. She wipes at her mouth with the back of her hand while she gets to her feet. She’s pretty sneaky and fairly quick, but not quick enough. He grabs her wrist when she brings her hand up to slap him. His laugh echoes in the near empty basement.
“Sweetheart, if you want more all you have to do is ask.” He’s talking to Brooke but his eyes are still on Dean, struggling for breath to yell from across the room.
Sharp toed heels catch him in the shin and he lets go in surprise. “ Bitch!” he yells as he loses his concentration and Dean falls to the ground, gasping for air. She knees him in the groin next, forcing him to double over as far as he can chained up and now Dean’s the one laughing in a hoarse, strangled voice.
“Brooke, Baby, you okay?” Dean asks as he gets up, meeting her halfway across the basement. Brooke nods in response, glaring daggers at Sam.
“I’m fine. You?”
Dean shakes his head and reaches out, his thumb gliding lightly over her bruised and broken bottom lip. His eyes go to his little brother and what Sam sees there makes him laugh again.
A little bit of Dean hates Sam right now.
[What Makes You Laugh?]
He’s been chained down here for days and he’s bored. Claire is gone somewhere-she wouldn’t tell him where and that accounts for his foul mood more than the boredom. Dean pulled his whole ‘Sammy I need you back’ spiel and now he’s sitting across the basement, sharpening his knife and humming to Metallica. Sam could take the knife, turn it around and plant it in his shoulder but that’s so two days ago. It is a testament to Dean’s idiocy that he’s back down here with the knife once again. Sam tilts his head, catching the sharp click-click of heels before Dean and a creepy ass grin spreads across his face.
“Tsk, tsk, tsk,” he shames Brooke as she comes into view. “Big Brother doesn’t want you down here.”
Dean comes to his feet and takes a step toward Brooke. Sam stops him, slamming his brother against the wall and holding him there. Sure, Dean’s got him chained but he can’t take the powers that Azazeal gave Baby Brother away. His arms are loose enough he can grab Brooke by the wrist when she comes too close and jerk her against his chest. His eyes are on Dean’s horrified expression rather than Brooke’s pissed off one. This show is all for Big Brother. Sam grabs a handful of her hair, jerking her up on her toes. He knows the only reason she doesn’t whimper is because Dean’s held captive across the room and she’s biting down on her bottom lip, trapping that sound and denying it freedom.
“God Dammit…Sammy-I swear if you hurt her-“
“You’re going to what?” Sam smirks, his hand still fisted in her hair, her neck stretched and her legs almost painfully pushing her onto her toes. “You’re going to kill me? You sold your soul for me, Dean. You can’t kill me and we both know it so stop making idle threats.” He looks down at Brooke, chuckling at the fight sparking in her eyes. She’s struggling even though he knows it’s pulling her hair. “Shhhhh, I’m not going to hurt you,” he promises in a voice that sounds like Sam.
Dean’s still pinned against the wall when Sam dips his head, lips colliding with Brooke’s. His lips and his teeth bruise hers, teeth clacking against each other as she fights against him. He chastises her, biting her bottom lip hard enough to taste blood and then sucking it off. He lets her go, pushing so that she falls to the ground. He keeps Dean against the wall, pressing just hard enough that he has to struggle for air.
Brooke is pissed and honestly, he never noticed she was so fucking pretty. She wipes at her mouth with the back of her hand while she gets to her feet. She’s pretty sneaky and fairly quick, but not quick enough. He grabs her wrist when she brings her hand up to slap him. His laugh echoes in the near empty basement.
“Sweetheart, if you want more all you have to do is ask.” He’s talking to Brooke but his eyes are still on Dean, struggling for breath to yell from across the room.
Sharp toed heels catch him in the shin and he lets go in surprise. “ Bitch!” he yells as he loses his concentration and Dean falls to the ground, gasping for air. She knees him in the groin next, forcing him to double over as far as he can chained up and now Dean’s the one laughing in a hoarse, strangled voice.
“Brooke, Baby, you okay?” Dean asks as he gets up, meeting her halfway across the basement. Brooke nods in response, glaring daggers at Sam.
“I’m fine. You?”
Dean shakes his head and reaches out, his thumb gliding lightly over her bruised and broken bottom lip. His eyes go to his little brother and what Sam sees there makes him laugh again.
A little bit of Dean hates Sam right now.