the last time, Supernatural (Broken!Verse), NC-17
Fandom: Supernatural ( A Broken Verse Story)
Title: the last time
Characters/Pairings: Sam/Dean
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1348
Summary: This is Pre-Broken, falling between "Brother" and "Gone" in the timeline, Sam tells Dean he's leaving for Stanford, but not until they've had sex one last time.
A/Ns & Warnings: Over here I posted a time stamp meme (feel free to go post a request) and sgfansean requested Broken, a week before Sam leaves for Stanford. Warnings include incest (consensual) and angsty angst.
It had taken him almost a year to convince Dean. A year of cajoling him and crowding him and kissing him and convincing him that it was really, truly what he wanted. A year of playing on Dean's innate need to give Sam anything and everything.
It had taken him nearly twice as long to realize what he had done.
He had decided how to fix it. All he needed was the nerve to do it.
The school counselor at the last high school and convinced him to apply to colleges, though he never told Dean or their father. And just before graduation he'd found out that not only did Stanford accept him, he'd gotten a full scholarship.
It was a way out. Out of hunting. Out of the endless wandering. Out of the fucked up relationship he'd forced on his brother.
The problem was, the summer was nearly over and he had to make the decision. He had to tell Dean, tell their father. They were leaving Bobby's in the morning, headed for some haunting just east of LA. Sam had the money saved up for a bus or train from there north to Palo Alto.
"Hey." Dean bumped his shoulder and gestured with his chin toward the yard.
Sam glanced back into the house where their father and Bobby were well into a bottle of Jack. He nodded and got up off the stairs, leading the way out into the maze of cars. Once there were things between them and the house, Dean caught his hand, tugging and then pushing him up against an old beaten up Lincoln, his hand sliding into Sam's loose jeans to cup his cock while Dean's mouth captured Sam's.
Sam closed his eyes, surrendering easily as Dean worked him to hardness.
"What's the matter, Sammy?" Dean asked, pulling back just a little.
"Nothing." Sam lied, chasing after him with his mouth, turning them so Dean was the one pressed up against the car. He slipped his hand into Dean's jeans, stroking him in return, though he was already hard.
"Been waiting for the chance to get you out here all day." Dean said, rubbing his rough jaw over Sam's nipping at his ear.
"Want you inside me." Sam said, gasping as Dean bit down on his shoulder.
"Car." Dean responded, pushing at Sam now. It was a race to get to the old junker, to get clothes off and never stop touching. Sam crawled in first, his jeans landing on the back of the seat. Dean followed, crawling in on top of him, already pulling at Sam's underwear.
He wanted to make it last, wanted to slow it down because he knew this would be the last time. He had to make it stop, had to give Dean back some semblance of a normal life. But Dean was moving fast, his body covering Sam's, his hands spreading Sam open.
Sam fumbled on the floor for the bottle of lube they kept in the old heap, flipping it open and offering it to Dean. Two slicked fingers pushed into him and Sam tilted his head back as he groaned. Dean worked him open, his mouth latching onto Sam's neck and sucking lightly, then down to his collarbone.
Dean liked to leave marks, but they'd learned early to keep them away from the places their father would see. His mouth moved slowly lower, until he was just above Sam's nipple, and as he pushed in a third finger, he bit down.
"Dean." Sam hissed his brother's name, hitched his hips up. As much as he wanted this to last, he wanted the feeling of fullness that came when Dean was inside him.
Dean sat back enough to slick his cock, biting his lip as he guided it toward Sam's hole. Sam grabbed Dean's arm as he pushed in, pausing part way to ease out again.
"You ready, Sammy?"
"Fuck, Dean…just…yes…fuck…do it."
Dean shoved into him and Sam gasped. Dean's grin was wicked as he moved his hips without actually pulling out. "You like that Sammy?"
Sam's grip tightened on his arm and he took that as he cue to actually move, pulling out and slamming back in just as hard before he settled into a pace that had them both sweating and panting and the old wreck creaking around them.
Dean grunted and slowed as he got close to coming, and Sam squeezed his ass around his brother as he did, earning a long, low groan as Dean pulled out, coming on the floor of the car.
Sam didn't even have time to move before Dean slid back enough that he could take Sam's cock into his mouth, sucking on just the head until Sam whimpered and let go of Dean's arm to reach for his head.
Dean ducked away from him though and nuzzled into the crease of leg and hip, sucking a bruise into the skin.
"Dean." Sam's voice was a whine and Dean chuckled, his breath hot against the damp skin.
"Don't worry, Sammy, I won't leave you hanging." Dean licked up the side of his cock, around the head, then closed his lips around Sam and slid down. His hand moved to cup Sam's balls while Dean sucked up, then pushed down, getting faster with each stroke until Sam was lifting his hips to meet him and grabbing at his head to warn him he was coming.
Dean caught the first of it on his tongue, turning away to spit it out before his hand circled around Sam's cock to stroke him through the orgasm.
He laughed as he sat back and Sam panted curses at him.
"Yeah, love you too, Sammy."
Sam contorted himself around his brother to get his underwear on and sat up. "You know I do, right?" Sam asked, biting his lip.
"What?"
Sam put his arms around Dean and tugged him in close. "Love you. You know that, right?"
Dean rolled his eyes and played at pushing him away. "You can be such a girl sometimes."
"I'm serious. I need you to know that." Sam insisted.
Dean's eyes narrowed and he really did pull away. "Okay, enough of this bullshit, Sam. Tell me what the hell is going on with you." He pulled his jeans up and got out of the car.
Sam grabbed his own jeans and pulled them on, following Dean. "I have to tell you something."
Dean just looked at him. It was now or never. Sam took a deep breath. "I…I got into Stanford."
Dean shook his head lightly, his face confused.
"College, Dean. Stanford University. In California."
"I know where Stanford is." Dean said, still not looking like he understood.
"It's a full scholarship. I start in just a few weeks. Well, less than two now." Sam watched him pace, back and forth a few feet, scratching at his head as if he was trying to reason through the words. "I'm…leaving." Sam said finally, making Dean stop and look up.
"Leaving?"
He had to make him understand. "Please, Dean. You deserve…so much more than…this…" He waved a hand at the car behind him. "You…you love hunting and the life and I…" He wanted to say that he just loved Dean, but that wouldn't help. "I want you to be able to have what you love, not this…whatever this is."
"No." Dean shook his head. "No, Sam. No."
"Dean."
"Dad will never allow it."
"Dad doesn't get to decide this."
"I won't allow it." Dean amended.
"It isn't your decision either." Sam said softly. "I want this."
"And you always get what you want, don't you Sam." Dean said darkly, stalking away.
"Dean, please." He reached for Dean, but he pulled away. "Don't…"
"No, Sam. I get it. You got what you wanted from me, and now you're ready to move on. I get it. Good for you. You're finally a real Winchester man. So do me a favor, fuck off."
Dean walked away, leaving Sam alone in the wilds of Bobby's yard. "Great job Sam. You handled that well."
Title: the last time
Characters/Pairings: Sam/Dean
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1348
Summary: This is Pre-Broken, falling between "Brother" and "Gone" in the timeline, Sam tells Dean he's leaving for Stanford, but not until they've had sex one last time.
A/Ns & Warnings: Over here I posted a time stamp meme (feel free to go post a request) and sgfansean requested Broken, a week before Sam leaves for Stanford. Warnings include incest (consensual) and angsty angst.
It had taken him almost a year to convince Dean. A year of cajoling him and crowding him and kissing him and convincing him that it was really, truly what he wanted. A year of playing on Dean's innate need to give Sam anything and everything.
It had taken him nearly twice as long to realize what he had done.
He had decided how to fix it. All he needed was the nerve to do it.
The school counselor at the last high school and convinced him to apply to colleges, though he never told Dean or their father. And just before graduation he'd found out that not only did Stanford accept him, he'd gotten a full scholarship.
It was a way out. Out of hunting. Out of the endless wandering. Out of the fucked up relationship he'd forced on his brother.
The problem was, the summer was nearly over and he had to make the decision. He had to tell Dean, tell their father. They were leaving Bobby's in the morning, headed for some haunting just east of LA. Sam had the money saved up for a bus or train from there north to Palo Alto.
"Hey." Dean bumped his shoulder and gestured with his chin toward the yard.
Sam glanced back into the house where their father and Bobby were well into a bottle of Jack. He nodded and got up off the stairs, leading the way out into the maze of cars. Once there were things between them and the house, Dean caught his hand, tugging and then pushing him up against an old beaten up Lincoln, his hand sliding into Sam's loose jeans to cup his cock while Dean's mouth captured Sam's.
Sam closed his eyes, surrendering easily as Dean worked him to hardness.
"What's the matter, Sammy?" Dean asked, pulling back just a little.
"Nothing." Sam lied, chasing after him with his mouth, turning them so Dean was the one pressed up against the car. He slipped his hand into Dean's jeans, stroking him in return, though he was already hard.
"Been waiting for the chance to get you out here all day." Dean said, rubbing his rough jaw over Sam's nipping at his ear.
"Want you inside me." Sam said, gasping as Dean bit down on his shoulder.
"Car." Dean responded, pushing at Sam now. It was a race to get to the old junker, to get clothes off and never stop touching. Sam crawled in first, his jeans landing on the back of the seat. Dean followed, crawling in on top of him, already pulling at Sam's underwear.
He wanted to make it last, wanted to slow it down because he knew this would be the last time. He had to make it stop, had to give Dean back some semblance of a normal life. But Dean was moving fast, his body covering Sam's, his hands spreading Sam open.
Sam fumbled on the floor for the bottle of lube they kept in the old heap, flipping it open and offering it to Dean. Two slicked fingers pushed into him and Sam tilted his head back as he groaned. Dean worked him open, his mouth latching onto Sam's neck and sucking lightly, then down to his collarbone.
Dean liked to leave marks, but they'd learned early to keep them away from the places their father would see. His mouth moved slowly lower, until he was just above Sam's nipple, and as he pushed in a third finger, he bit down.
"Dean." Sam hissed his brother's name, hitched his hips up. As much as he wanted this to last, he wanted the feeling of fullness that came when Dean was inside him.
Dean sat back enough to slick his cock, biting his lip as he guided it toward Sam's hole. Sam grabbed Dean's arm as he pushed in, pausing part way to ease out again.
"You ready, Sammy?"
"Fuck, Dean…just…yes…fuck…do it."
Dean shoved into him and Sam gasped. Dean's grin was wicked as he moved his hips without actually pulling out. "You like that Sammy?"
Sam's grip tightened on his arm and he took that as he cue to actually move, pulling out and slamming back in just as hard before he settled into a pace that had them both sweating and panting and the old wreck creaking around them.
Dean grunted and slowed as he got close to coming, and Sam squeezed his ass around his brother as he did, earning a long, low groan as Dean pulled out, coming on the floor of the car.
Sam didn't even have time to move before Dean slid back enough that he could take Sam's cock into his mouth, sucking on just the head until Sam whimpered and let go of Dean's arm to reach for his head.
Dean ducked away from him though and nuzzled into the crease of leg and hip, sucking a bruise into the skin.
"Dean." Sam's voice was a whine and Dean chuckled, his breath hot against the damp skin.
"Don't worry, Sammy, I won't leave you hanging." Dean licked up the side of his cock, around the head, then closed his lips around Sam and slid down. His hand moved to cup Sam's balls while Dean sucked up, then pushed down, getting faster with each stroke until Sam was lifting his hips to meet him and grabbing at his head to warn him he was coming.
Dean caught the first of it on his tongue, turning away to spit it out before his hand circled around Sam's cock to stroke him through the orgasm.
He laughed as he sat back and Sam panted curses at him.
"Yeah, love you too, Sammy."
Sam contorted himself around his brother to get his underwear on and sat up. "You know I do, right?" Sam asked, biting his lip.
"What?"
Sam put his arms around Dean and tugged him in close. "Love you. You know that, right?"
Dean rolled his eyes and played at pushing him away. "You can be such a girl sometimes."
"I'm serious. I need you to know that." Sam insisted.
Dean's eyes narrowed and he really did pull away. "Okay, enough of this bullshit, Sam. Tell me what the hell is going on with you." He pulled his jeans up and got out of the car.
Sam grabbed his own jeans and pulled them on, following Dean. "I have to tell you something."
Dean just looked at him. It was now or never. Sam took a deep breath. "I…I got into Stanford."
Dean shook his head lightly, his face confused.
"College, Dean. Stanford University. In California."
"I know where Stanford is." Dean said, still not looking like he understood.
"It's a full scholarship. I start in just a few weeks. Well, less than two now." Sam watched him pace, back and forth a few feet, scratching at his head as if he was trying to reason through the words. "I'm…leaving." Sam said finally, making Dean stop and look up.
"Leaving?"
He had to make him understand. "Please, Dean. You deserve…so much more than…this…" He waved a hand at the car behind him. "You…you love hunting and the life and I…" He wanted to say that he just loved Dean, but that wouldn't help. "I want you to be able to have what you love, not this…whatever this is."
"No." Dean shook his head. "No, Sam. No."
"Dean."
"Dad will never allow it."
"Dad doesn't get to decide this."
"I won't allow it." Dean amended.
"It isn't your decision either." Sam said softly. "I want this."
"And you always get what you want, don't you Sam." Dean said darkly, stalking away.
"Dean, please." He reached for Dean, but he pulled away. "Don't…"
"No, Sam. I get it. You got what you wanted from me, and now you're ready to move on. I get it. Good for you. You're finally a real Winchester man. So do me a favor, fuck off."
Dean walked away, leaving Sam alone in the wilds of Bobby's yard. "Great job Sam. You handled that well."