Don't Think We're in Kansas, Part 7; Supernatural/SGA Crossover, NC-17
Fandom: Stargate Atlantis/Supernatural Crossover
Title: Don't Think We're in Kansas, Chapter 7 (Previous Chapters found Here)
Pairings/Characters: (this chapter) Dean/John, Sam, Ronon, Teyla, Rodney, Carson
Word Count: 3064 (this chapter)
Rating: NC-17
Summary: I confess. Sam and Ronon spar, Elizabeth discovers the truth about the boys and Dean just wants to get laid.
A/Ns & Warnings: This is a bunny "given" to me by denyce. I don't know if she knew what she was getting into. Um. So...warnings. This is a slave fic. This is Dean slave fic...nothing like the OTHER slave!Dean fic. This is new and different. This will involve dubious con, and kinky, kinky sex. This chapter is a little on the short side, but it's been languishing away on my hard drive forever and I just can't seem to make it do anymore and the boys just wouldn't sex it up for me anymore than that bit at the end. (Sorry).
Sam’s arm throbbed. It itched from the sweat that had dripped down inside the cast. He ignored it and concentrated on Ronon, on the way he moved, mimicking each step, each turn and each swing of his arms.
He could feel Dean’s appreciation for the way sweat dripped over their bodies, and the play of muscle and skin with the shadow and light. They moved through the last positions of the warm up and faced one another.
Sam held his right arm low and near his stomach, his left up defensively as they circled. He’d told Ronon not to go easy on him because of the injury…and he hadn’t. Sam was going to have a few bruises. He ducked a blow and lashed out with a foot, catching the back of Ronon’s knee and dropping him to the mat unexpectedly.
Sam lunged, getting the cast up under Ronon’s chin as he pressed his body against his bare back. Dean’s arousal went up a notch and with it, Sam’s cock hardened against Ronon.
Ronon chuckled, arching his back to put pressure on Sam’s dick and make him gasp. Sam re-adjusted his grip and resumed trying to press Ronon to the mat. He felt the minute John walked into the room, Dean’s arousal spiking off the charts in response to John’s arousal at the sight.
Ronon took advantage of the distraction and pulled Sam over his shoulder, tossing him to the ground panting. He looked up, surprise on his face. “Elizabeth.”
Sam took advantage then, rolling up and latching onto Ronon’s neck with his ankles, flipping Ronon over and onto the mat before climbing up and pinning him there.
“Impressive.’ Doctor Weir said and Sam petted Ronon’s head, earning a growl and something about what he was going to do to him later, before Sam got up, grinning.
He held his good hand down and helped Ronon up. “Wait until I get the cast off.” Sam grinned at Dean who threw him a towel.
“Elizabeth has agreed to test you two out, see what you’re capable of.” John said, looking at Sam meaningfully.
“Yeah?” Dean asked, standing and joining them.
“Colonel Sheppard tells me that he thinks you might be able to accompany him on certain missions, at least until we figure out how to remove the technology from your bodies.” She crossed her arms. “I’m not saying yes.”
“Yet.” John amended.
“So what do you want us to do?” Sam asked, wiping his face and chest of sweat.
Elizabeth fixed him with her intense eyes. “Well, it’s obvious you can handle yourself. Colonel Sheppard says you know you’re way around guns.”
“Yes ma’am.” Dean said, sounding a little over eager.
She nodded, turning those eyes on Dean. “That gives you an advantage over some of our team members. However, you don’t have security clearances. In fact we’re having difficulty verifying your identities back on Earth. If you’re serious, you have some questions to answer.”
“Questions?” Sam looked at Dean. They were going to end up having to come clean. And that was problematic. On Earth, they were wanted men. Fugitives from the FBI.
“We can start with you telling me why you lied.”
“Elizabeth?” John looked at her, stunned.
She crossed her arms, squinted at Sam. “You had to know we’d find out the truth.”
“We can explain.” Sam said, holding up a hand to quiet Dean.
“Not here.” The expression on her face softened. “My office in one hour. The two of you.” She pointed to Dean, then Sam. “And Colonel Sheppard.”
“Yes ma’am.”
Sam stormed into the bathroom with Dean hot on his heels. “What are you thinking?”
Sam ignored him and turned on the shower. “Sam, dammit. Telling John is one thing, but this…this is suicide.”
“Then what Dean?” He turned and glared at him. “What? Either she hears the truth from us or all she gets is whatever list of crimes they’ve found. Or have you forgotten that whole thing where you’re wanted for murder?”
“Keep your voice down.”
“No. No. This is it Dean. You said it yourself, we’ve got nothing to go back to. We may never get to go home. And if we do, you think they’re just going to let us go?”
Sam pulled his pants off and stepped into the shower. “If we’re honest, completely honest, maybe they don’t lock us up.”
“Great. That’s just great.” Dean shook his head. “This is the goddamn military Sam. They’re not going to understand.”
“Dad was military.” Sam said.
Dean cringed. “Don’t bring him into this.”
The water turned off and Sam stepped out. “It’s not like we have a choice.”
That was true enough. Dean followed Sam out into the room and watched him dress. When he was done and had pulled a comb through his hair, Sam sighed and shook his head. “You ready?”
“Does it matter?” Dean grumbled, then gestured to the door.
John was waiting for them at the stairs up to Elizabeth’s office.
Sam held up his hand as John opened his mouth. “I really only want to do this once.”
“Fair enough.” He led them into the office and Elizabeth beckoned them in. The doors sealed behind them, the glass going dark.
Sam licked his lips, watching Dean pace the room. “Let me start by introducing us.” Sam said. “My name is Sam Winchester. This is my brother Dean.”
Dean stopped his pacing and glared at Sam.
“By now, I imagine you’ve read all sorts of things about us. I imagine some of them are true.” He glanced at John. “I promise you, we are not criminals. Well, not in the sense that your information might suggest.”
Elizabeth raised an eyebrow. “So you don’t wander the country digging up graves?”
Sam sank into one of the chairs. “No. That part’s true. But it isn’t what you think.” He chewed on his lip for a minute, then decided it was all or nothing. “We dig up graves in order to salt and burn the bones.”
“The bones?” Elizabeth’s face was skeptical, not that Sam blamed her.
“Dean and I hunt…the supernatural. Salting and burning the bones of a corpse is one way to get rid of an angry spirit.”
“Spirit?”
“As in ghost.” John said, his own face as skeptical as Elizabeth’s.
“I told you Sam.” Dean came close and leaned over his brother. “They aren’t going to believe us.”
Sam turned to him. “What would you rather do, Dean?” He turned back to Elizabeth. “Sorry. Our whole lives it’s been drilled into us that we do what we do and we shut up about it. We don’t talk about this stuff, except with other hunters.”
“There are others like you?” Elizabeth asked.
“Well, no one is quite like us.” Dean said, smirking.
Sam sighed. “I know it’s difficult to believe. If I hadn’t lived the life I had I wouldn’t either. But we do hunt ghosts, vampires, demons. We fight evil. As lame as that might sound.”
“You might say we do what you do.” Dean said, finally sitting.
“Is that what you call murder?” Elizabeth asked, turning to look at Dean.
“That-that was a misunderstanding.” Dean said defensively. “I didn’t do it.”
She raised an eyebrow at him. “Okay so everyone says that. But I mean it.”
“We don’t kill people.” Sam said, placating Dean with a touch on his arm. “Not unless there’s no other choice. We exorcise the demon or we break the curse but we aren’t killers.”
“And yet, according to the St. Louis police department, Dean killed several women and faked his own death.”
“That wasn’t me.” Dean said.
“Dean, settle down.” Sam licked his lips. “It was a shape-shifter, a person with the ability to look like another person. He took Dean’s shape and nearly killed a good friend of mine. When the cops killed him, he still looked like Dean.”
“A shape-shifter?” John asked, looking meaningfully at Elizabeth.
Sam nodded. “Yeah, not the first we’ve ever seen…there are myths of all kinds all over Earth about them.”
“John?” Elizabeth watched him as he opened his mouth, then closed it again.
“I’d have to ask Rodney again, but there’s something in the Ancient database about shape shifters…I think.”
“So you believe them?”
John shrugged. He moved so that he was standing between them. “I can tell you this much, they’re telling you what they know to be the truth.” His hand fell on Dean’s shoulder. “I don’t think Dean could lie to me, even if he wanted to.”
Dean looked up at him as if that idea startled him.
“Look, Dr. Weir, I know it’s a lot to take in, believe me. Our world must look as strange and unbelievable to you as yours does to us. And yet, here we are. Dean and I, we weren’t lying when we said we had nothing to go back to.” Sam reached out to touch Dean’s arm, letting the feeling flow through him and into John, knowing Dean would feel it. “We have each other, and nothing else. The truth is, back home we were running pretty close to empty. We have no way to prove Dean’s innocence. We have a demon on our tails who seems to have plans for me. And I can’t begin to guess what those are, and I don’t want to find out.”
Dean looked at him, blinked and turned to Elizabeth. “Compared to some of the things we’ve fought, you’re monsters are way less frightening. At least they’re mortal and can’t keep coming back at you.”
“I guess it comes down to whether or not you believe us.” Sam said. “Now, I know you aren’t comfortable with this whole slave thing we have going on, nor are we, but we are comfortable here, as a part of this. Obviously, we can’t go home without dying. And John can’t do his job if he has to sit here and babysit us.”
“Pre-law, Stanford.” Elizabeth said with a soft smile. “Let’s say I believe you, what is it you see yourselves doing here?”
“Well, we know how to shoot the bad guys.” Dean said.
“Lorne did say Dean did pretty well.” John said. “We could test them.”
“There is the concern about the Wraith. I’m not sure that putting Sam out there where they can get their hands on him is a good idea.”
“I can handle myself, ma’am.” Sam said. “Especially when I know what I’m up against.”
“Which, we didn’t last time.” Dean reminded. “We didn’t really know anything, did we. Woke up on some other planet in the middle of a fight.”
Elizabeth looked at both of them, then up at John. “It’s your team John. It’s obvious you trust them. Bring them up to speed. Test them. When you’re ready, we’ll find you a nice, safe mission to try this out on.” She sighed. “I’m going to have to find someway to explain this to Stargate Command.”
John smirked and patted both their shoulders. “You explained Ronon just fine. I have every confidence in you.”
“Demons and ghosts.” Elizabeth shook her head. “You don’t make it easy.”
Sam smiled and nodded. “No ma’am.”
“You’re healing quite nicely, young man.” Carson said as he scribbled notes. “I’ll have you out of here in just a bit. We’ll splint you up and send you on your way.”
“Thanks Doc.” Sam wiggled his fingers and did his best not to scratch at the drying skin. It was nice to be free of the heavy plaster.
“Now, you won’t be able to take much pummeling in this splint, but you’ll have more mobility. Just don’t over use it.”
The nurse came in with the splint and helped Carson put it on. When she withdrew, Carson looked up at Sam. “Now, is there anything else we should talk about?”
Sam smiled. “No. I’m good.”
Carson raised his eyebrow and crossed his arms. “I’m your doctor, lad, you can tell me anything.”
“John told me you were tenacious.” Sam said. “I really am fine. We’re adjusting well. Now that we’re not in danger of passing out every time John walks away, he’s getting us our own rooms. We’re training. Dean’s even agreed to try a flight to the mainland.”
“And how are you adjusting to the technology?”
Sam shrugged. “It’s weird, but I almost forget what it was like when I couldn’t feel what Dean was feeling.”
“And Colonel Sheppard?”
Sam squinted at him, then remembered that Rodney knew more than the others did that weren’t a part of the “inner circle”. “Oh, yeah. That. It’s good. No worries. He’s doing everything he can to make us comfortable.”
“I’m not sure I’m comfortable with this.” Dean said as John showed him into a room near his own. “I mean, Sam and me…the only time we haven’t slept in the same room was when he was away at school.”
“We have to be more careful now.” John said as the door closed. “Elizabeth knows you’re brothers, the others will find out soon enough.”
Dean moved further into the room and whistled low. “Damn.” The room was easily as big as some of the apartments they’d squatted in over the years. Nearest the door was a sitting area, with a leather couch and tables, opening out onto a balcony looking into the heart of Atlantis. Off to the right was the bedroom.
“You like it?” John asked.
Dean nodded and walked around the room. “No big screen TV?”
“I’m afraid you’ll have to come to my room for that.”
An image flashed through Dean of other things to do in John’s room and he chuckled.
“Sorry about that.” John said. “I’m serious about the being careful. Right now the only people who know about…” He rolled his eyes and blushed. “…about the sex thing are you and Sam, me and Ronon and Teyla. We need to keep it that way.”
“The whole don’t ask, don’t tell thing?” Dean asked. “I get that. It’s not like I ever really considered myself gay, you know? Hot for Sam, sure. But that’s like something else.”
John stopped moving around the room and looked at him. “Wait, are you saying that I was your first…you know…?”
Dean frowned at him, half sure he should have already known that. Then again, it wasn’t like they’d done a lot of talking, and all in all it had only been about two weeks since they’re arrival on the Sagare’s planet. “Yeah, I mean…like I said.”
“I’m not sure what to say.” John said, scratching his head. “You were…so vehement about it.
“Well, I had these things fucking into me and I needed to get off. Instinct said you needed to do it.” He shook his head and threw himself onto the couch. “It was…well, different. And hot, in a totally fucked up way.”
He felt wariness and a vague disappointment coming from John. “And now?” John asked.
Dean licked his lips and grinned. “Well, Sam will tell you I’m a horndog. Like sex. Guess now that means you and Sam and the big guy. I’m okay with that.”
John raised an eyebrow. “Are you?”
Dean spread his legs and rubbed a hand over his groin. John groaned as if Dean were touching his cock instead. “This whole mind thing is kinda kinky.” Dean said. His fingers pushed his zipper down as John’s eyes rolled closed. “Once you figure out how it works…” He ran a finger up his cock.
John stumbled closer, his hands moving to his groin. “You shouldn’t start something…” John said as he stopped in front of Dean.
Dean licked his lips. “Like I said. I like sex.”
John stopped himself before he got his zipper open. “Are you sure this isn’t you trying to convince me you’re okay with this?” He asked.
“Like you said, how am I supposed to lie to you when you can feel what I’m feeling?” Dean asked. “What am I feeling, John?”
John swallowed. “You want…” Dean flooded his mind with images of sex, in every possible configuration he could imagine. John groaned and swayed on his feet.
Dean watched him open his fly and stroke his cock, then Dean sat up. Maybe it wasn’t ideal or how he thought his life would go…but he wasn’t lying…he loved sex…and he was beginning to really like the taste of John’s cock. He opened his mouth and sucked it in, deep, slow. He closed his eyes and concentrated on really working it.
It was almost surprising how much he wanted it to be good. He flicked his tongue at the base and hummed and John rocked forward. Dean pulled off with a chuckle. “Like that, huh?”
John looked down at him, nodding. “Oh, liked…yes.”
“Good.” Dean went back to it, repeating the humming thing over and over until John grunted and half stepped back, coming quickly. Dean let it coat his tongue, looked up at John, showing it to him before purposefully swallowing it. It wasn’t his first choice, but he wanted the reaction, and got it. John moaned and his softening cock started to look up again.
“Colonel Sheppard.”
John reached for his earpiece. “Go ahead Teyla.”
“Major Lorne and his team are returning.”
“Good. I’m on my way.” John zipped himself up. “Lorne was doing recon on a Wraith installation.”
“You gonna leave me hanging?” Dean asked, pointing down to his still hard cock.
John grinned. “Hold that thought…I’ll be back.”
“Yeah maybe I just will hold that thought.” Dean closed his eyes and thought about Sam and John with Dean in the middle.
“No fair.” John called from the door.
Dean licked his lips and imagined John going down on him. “Fair!” Dean yelled before letting the image drop.
He slumped back on the couch and toyed with himself almost idly. He wondered where Sam was. Or Ronon. He remember seeing Sam and Ronon going at on another through John’s mind. It was insane how hot it was, the two of them mammoth and strong and ripping at each other.
His cock hardened a little more. He wouldn’t mind a little of Ronon’s rough handling. Their sparring match had been hot. John was maybe a little too concerned about feelings and shit. Ronon just wanted to get to the good stuff. Kind of like Dean.
Title: Don't Think We're in Kansas, Chapter 7 (Previous Chapters found Here)
Pairings/Characters: (this chapter) Dean/John, Sam, Ronon, Teyla, Rodney, Carson
Word Count: 3064 (this chapter)
Rating: NC-17
Summary: I confess. Sam and Ronon spar, Elizabeth discovers the truth about the boys and Dean just wants to get laid.
A/Ns & Warnings: This is a bunny "given" to me by denyce. I don't know if she knew what she was getting into. Um. So...warnings. This is a slave fic. This is Dean slave fic...nothing like the OTHER slave!Dean fic. This is new and different. This will involve dubious con, and kinky, kinky sex. This chapter is a little on the short side, but it's been languishing away on my hard drive forever and I just can't seem to make it do anymore and the boys just wouldn't sex it up for me anymore than that bit at the end. (Sorry).
Sam’s arm throbbed. It itched from the sweat that had dripped down inside the cast. He ignored it and concentrated on Ronon, on the way he moved, mimicking each step, each turn and each swing of his arms.
He could feel Dean’s appreciation for the way sweat dripped over their bodies, and the play of muscle and skin with the shadow and light. They moved through the last positions of the warm up and faced one another.
Sam held his right arm low and near his stomach, his left up defensively as they circled. He’d told Ronon not to go easy on him because of the injury…and he hadn’t. Sam was going to have a few bruises. He ducked a blow and lashed out with a foot, catching the back of Ronon’s knee and dropping him to the mat unexpectedly.
Sam lunged, getting the cast up under Ronon’s chin as he pressed his body against his bare back. Dean’s arousal went up a notch and with it, Sam’s cock hardened against Ronon.
Ronon chuckled, arching his back to put pressure on Sam’s dick and make him gasp. Sam re-adjusted his grip and resumed trying to press Ronon to the mat. He felt the minute John walked into the room, Dean’s arousal spiking off the charts in response to John’s arousal at the sight.
Ronon took advantage of the distraction and pulled Sam over his shoulder, tossing him to the ground panting. He looked up, surprise on his face. “Elizabeth.”
Sam took advantage then, rolling up and latching onto Ronon’s neck with his ankles, flipping Ronon over and onto the mat before climbing up and pinning him there.
“Impressive.’ Doctor Weir said and Sam petted Ronon’s head, earning a growl and something about what he was going to do to him later, before Sam got up, grinning.
He held his good hand down and helped Ronon up. “Wait until I get the cast off.” Sam grinned at Dean who threw him a towel.
“Elizabeth has agreed to test you two out, see what you’re capable of.” John said, looking at Sam meaningfully.
“Yeah?” Dean asked, standing and joining them.
“Colonel Sheppard tells me that he thinks you might be able to accompany him on certain missions, at least until we figure out how to remove the technology from your bodies.” She crossed her arms. “I’m not saying yes.”
“Yet.” John amended.
“So what do you want us to do?” Sam asked, wiping his face and chest of sweat.
Elizabeth fixed him with her intense eyes. “Well, it’s obvious you can handle yourself. Colonel Sheppard says you know you’re way around guns.”
“Yes ma’am.” Dean said, sounding a little over eager.
She nodded, turning those eyes on Dean. “That gives you an advantage over some of our team members. However, you don’t have security clearances. In fact we’re having difficulty verifying your identities back on Earth. If you’re serious, you have some questions to answer.”
“Questions?” Sam looked at Dean. They were going to end up having to come clean. And that was problematic. On Earth, they were wanted men. Fugitives from the FBI.
“We can start with you telling me why you lied.”
“Elizabeth?” John looked at her, stunned.
She crossed her arms, squinted at Sam. “You had to know we’d find out the truth.”
“We can explain.” Sam said, holding up a hand to quiet Dean.
“Not here.” The expression on her face softened. “My office in one hour. The two of you.” She pointed to Dean, then Sam. “And Colonel Sheppard.”
“Yes ma’am.”
Sam stormed into the bathroom with Dean hot on his heels. “What are you thinking?”
Sam ignored him and turned on the shower. “Sam, dammit. Telling John is one thing, but this…this is suicide.”
“Then what Dean?” He turned and glared at him. “What? Either she hears the truth from us or all she gets is whatever list of crimes they’ve found. Or have you forgotten that whole thing where you’re wanted for murder?”
“Keep your voice down.”
“No. No. This is it Dean. You said it yourself, we’ve got nothing to go back to. We may never get to go home. And if we do, you think they’re just going to let us go?”
Sam pulled his pants off and stepped into the shower. “If we’re honest, completely honest, maybe they don’t lock us up.”
“Great. That’s just great.” Dean shook his head. “This is the goddamn military Sam. They’re not going to understand.”
“Dad was military.” Sam said.
Dean cringed. “Don’t bring him into this.”
The water turned off and Sam stepped out. “It’s not like we have a choice.”
That was true enough. Dean followed Sam out into the room and watched him dress. When he was done and had pulled a comb through his hair, Sam sighed and shook his head. “You ready?”
“Does it matter?” Dean grumbled, then gestured to the door.
John was waiting for them at the stairs up to Elizabeth’s office.
Sam held up his hand as John opened his mouth. “I really only want to do this once.”
“Fair enough.” He led them into the office and Elizabeth beckoned them in. The doors sealed behind them, the glass going dark.
Sam licked his lips, watching Dean pace the room. “Let me start by introducing us.” Sam said. “My name is Sam Winchester. This is my brother Dean.”
Dean stopped his pacing and glared at Sam.
“By now, I imagine you’ve read all sorts of things about us. I imagine some of them are true.” He glanced at John. “I promise you, we are not criminals. Well, not in the sense that your information might suggest.”
Elizabeth raised an eyebrow. “So you don’t wander the country digging up graves?”
Sam sank into one of the chairs. “No. That part’s true. But it isn’t what you think.” He chewed on his lip for a minute, then decided it was all or nothing. “We dig up graves in order to salt and burn the bones.”
“The bones?” Elizabeth’s face was skeptical, not that Sam blamed her.
“Dean and I hunt…the supernatural. Salting and burning the bones of a corpse is one way to get rid of an angry spirit.”
“Spirit?”
“As in ghost.” John said, his own face as skeptical as Elizabeth’s.
“I told you Sam.” Dean came close and leaned over his brother. “They aren’t going to believe us.”
Sam turned to him. “What would you rather do, Dean?” He turned back to Elizabeth. “Sorry. Our whole lives it’s been drilled into us that we do what we do and we shut up about it. We don’t talk about this stuff, except with other hunters.”
“There are others like you?” Elizabeth asked.
“Well, no one is quite like us.” Dean said, smirking.
Sam sighed. “I know it’s difficult to believe. If I hadn’t lived the life I had I wouldn’t either. But we do hunt ghosts, vampires, demons. We fight evil. As lame as that might sound.”
“You might say we do what you do.” Dean said, finally sitting.
“Is that what you call murder?” Elizabeth asked, turning to look at Dean.
“That-that was a misunderstanding.” Dean said defensively. “I didn’t do it.”
She raised an eyebrow at him. “Okay so everyone says that. But I mean it.”
“We don’t kill people.” Sam said, placating Dean with a touch on his arm. “Not unless there’s no other choice. We exorcise the demon or we break the curse but we aren’t killers.”
“And yet, according to the St. Louis police department, Dean killed several women and faked his own death.”
“That wasn’t me.” Dean said.
“Dean, settle down.” Sam licked his lips. “It was a shape-shifter, a person with the ability to look like another person. He took Dean’s shape and nearly killed a good friend of mine. When the cops killed him, he still looked like Dean.”
“A shape-shifter?” John asked, looking meaningfully at Elizabeth.
Sam nodded. “Yeah, not the first we’ve ever seen…there are myths of all kinds all over Earth about them.”
“John?” Elizabeth watched him as he opened his mouth, then closed it again.
“I’d have to ask Rodney again, but there’s something in the Ancient database about shape shifters…I think.”
“So you believe them?”
John shrugged. He moved so that he was standing between them. “I can tell you this much, they’re telling you what they know to be the truth.” His hand fell on Dean’s shoulder. “I don’t think Dean could lie to me, even if he wanted to.”
Dean looked up at him as if that idea startled him.
“Look, Dr. Weir, I know it’s a lot to take in, believe me. Our world must look as strange and unbelievable to you as yours does to us. And yet, here we are. Dean and I, we weren’t lying when we said we had nothing to go back to.” Sam reached out to touch Dean’s arm, letting the feeling flow through him and into John, knowing Dean would feel it. “We have each other, and nothing else. The truth is, back home we were running pretty close to empty. We have no way to prove Dean’s innocence. We have a demon on our tails who seems to have plans for me. And I can’t begin to guess what those are, and I don’t want to find out.”
Dean looked at him, blinked and turned to Elizabeth. “Compared to some of the things we’ve fought, you’re monsters are way less frightening. At least they’re mortal and can’t keep coming back at you.”
“I guess it comes down to whether or not you believe us.” Sam said. “Now, I know you aren’t comfortable with this whole slave thing we have going on, nor are we, but we are comfortable here, as a part of this. Obviously, we can’t go home without dying. And John can’t do his job if he has to sit here and babysit us.”
“Pre-law, Stanford.” Elizabeth said with a soft smile. “Let’s say I believe you, what is it you see yourselves doing here?”
“Well, we know how to shoot the bad guys.” Dean said.
“Lorne did say Dean did pretty well.” John said. “We could test them.”
“There is the concern about the Wraith. I’m not sure that putting Sam out there where they can get their hands on him is a good idea.”
“I can handle myself, ma’am.” Sam said. “Especially when I know what I’m up against.”
“Which, we didn’t last time.” Dean reminded. “We didn’t really know anything, did we. Woke up on some other planet in the middle of a fight.”
Elizabeth looked at both of them, then up at John. “It’s your team John. It’s obvious you trust them. Bring them up to speed. Test them. When you’re ready, we’ll find you a nice, safe mission to try this out on.” She sighed. “I’m going to have to find someway to explain this to Stargate Command.”
John smirked and patted both their shoulders. “You explained Ronon just fine. I have every confidence in you.”
“Demons and ghosts.” Elizabeth shook her head. “You don’t make it easy.”
Sam smiled and nodded. “No ma’am.”
“You’re healing quite nicely, young man.” Carson said as he scribbled notes. “I’ll have you out of here in just a bit. We’ll splint you up and send you on your way.”
“Thanks Doc.” Sam wiggled his fingers and did his best not to scratch at the drying skin. It was nice to be free of the heavy plaster.
“Now, you won’t be able to take much pummeling in this splint, but you’ll have more mobility. Just don’t over use it.”
The nurse came in with the splint and helped Carson put it on. When she withdrew, Carson looked up at Sam. “Now, is there anything else we should talk about?”
Sam smiled. “No. I’m good.”
Carson raised his eyebrow and crossed his arms. “I’m your doctor, lad, you can tell me anything.”
“John told me you were tenacious.” Sam said. “I really am fine. We’re adjusting well. Now that we’re not in danger of passing out every time John walks away, he’s getting us our own rooms. We’re training. Dean’s even agreed to try a flight to the mainland.”
“And how are you adjusting to the technology?”
Sam shrugged. “It’s weird, but I almost forget what it was like when I couldn’t feel what Dean was feeling.”
“And Colonel Sheppard?”
Sam squinted at him, then remembered that Rodney knew more than the others did that weren’t a part of the “inner circle”. “Oh, yeah. That. It’s good. No worries. He’s doing everything he can to make us comfortable.”
“I’m not sure I’m comfortable with this.” Dean said as John showed him into a room near his own. “I mean, Sam and me…the only time we haven’t slept in the same room was when he was away at school.”
“We have to be more careful now.” John said as the door closed. “Elizabeth knows you’re brothers, the others will find out soon enough.”
Dean moved further into the room and whistled low. “Damn.” The room was easily as big as some of the apartments they’d squatted in over the years. Nearest the door was a sitting area, with a leather couch and tables, opening out onto a balcony looking into the heart of Atlantis. Off to the right was the bedroom.
“You like it?” John asked.
Dean nodded and walked around the room. “No big screen TV?”
“I’m afraid you’ll have to come to my room for that.”
An image flashed through Dean of other things to do in John’s room and he chuckled.
“Sorry about that.” John said. “I’m serious about the being careful. Right now the only people who know about…” He rolled his eyes and blushed. “…about the sex thing are you and Sam, me and Ronon and Teyla. We need to keep it that way.”
“The whole don’t ask, don’t tell thing?” Dean asked. “I get that. It’s not like I ever really considered myself gay, you know? Hot for Sam, sure. But that’s like something else.”
John stopped moving around the room and looked at him. “Wait, are you saying that I was your first…you know…?”
Dean frowned at him, half sure he should have already known that. Then again, it wasn’t like they’d done a lot of talking, and all in all it had only been about two weeks since they’re arrival on the Sagare’s planet. “Yeah, I mean…like I said.”
“I’m not sure what to say.” John said, scratching his head. “You were…so vehement about it.
“Well, I had these things fucking into me and I needed to get off. Instinct said you needed to do it.” He shook his head and threw himself onto the couch. “It was…well, different. And hot, in a totally fucked up way.”
He felt wariness and a vague disappointment coming from John. “And now?” John asked.
Dean licked his lips and grinned. “Well, Sam will tell you I’m a horndog. Like sex. Guess now that means you and Sam and the big guy. I’m okay with that.”
John raised an eyebrow. “Are you?”
Dean spread his legs and rubbed a hand over his groin. John groaned as if Dean were touching his cock instead. “This whole mind thing is kinda kinky.” Dean said. His fingers pushed his zipper down as John’s eyes rolled closed. “Once you figure out how it works…” He ran a finger up his cock.
John stumbled closer, his hands moving to his groin. “You shouldn’t start something…” John said as he stopped in front of Dean.
Dean licked his lips. “Like I said. I like sex.”
John stopped himself before he got his zipper open. “Are you sure this isn’t you trying to convince me you’re okay with this?” He asked.
“Like you said, how am I supposed to lie to you when you can feel what I’m feeling?” Dean asked. “What am I feeling, John?”
John swallowed. “You want…” Dean flooded his mind with images of sex, in every possible configuration he could imagine. John groaned and swayed on his feet.
Dean watched him open his fly and stroke his cock, then Dean sat up. Maybe it wasn’t ideal or how he thought his life would go…but he wasn’t lying…he loved sex…and he was beginning to really like the taste of John’s cock. He opened his mouth and sucked it in, deep, slow. He closed his eyes and concentrated on really working it.
It was almost surprising how much he wanted it to be good. He flicked his tongue at the base and hummed and John rocked forward. Dean pulled off with a chuckle. “Like that, huh?”
John looked down at him, nodding. “Oh, liked…yes.”
“Good.” Dean went back to it, repeating the humming thing over and over until John grunted and half stepped back, coming quickly. Dean let it coat his tongue, looked up at John, showing it to him before purposefully swallowing it. It wasn’t his first choice, but he wanted the reaction, and got it. John moaned and his softening cock started to look up again.
“Colonel Sheppard.”
John reached for his earpiece. “Go ahead Teyla.”
“Major Lorne and his team are returning.”
“Good. I’m on my way.” John zipped himself up. “Lorne was doing recon on a Wraith installation.”
“You gonna leave me hanging?” Dean asked, pointing down to his still hard cock.
John grinned. “Hold that thought…I’ll be back.”
“Yeah maybe I just will hold that thought.” Dean closed his eyes and thought about Sam and John with Dean in the middle.
“No fair.” John called from the door.
Dean licked his lips and imagined John going down on him. “Fair!” Dean yelled before letting the image drop.
He slumped back on the couch and toyed with himself almost idly. He wondered where Sam was. Or Ronon. He remember seeing Sam and Ronon going at on another through John’s mind. It was insane how hot it was, the two of them mammoth and strong and ripping at each other.
His cock hardened a little more. He wouldn’t mind a little of Ronon’s rough handling. Their sparring match had been hot. John was maybe a little too concerned about feelings and shit. Ronon just wanted to get to the good stuff. Kind of like Dean.