Girlfriend, Sam/Dean, NC-17, Fanfiction
Dean puckered his lips in the bathroom mirror, pulling at the tight shirt that clung to his body, rolling his shoulders to make it fit a little better. He smiled seductively at his reflection, applying a light layer of clear white Kiss Gloss to his soft pink lips. “Hey there sexy, you’re looking hot tonight.” He smiled cockily at his image one last time before turning and giving a slight swirl; black skirt riding slightly up his well toned thighs. His fishnets sparkled slightly with the gems that attached themselves to the lacy black material, his black, pointed toe heels fitting comfortably on his feet.
A girl walked into the washroom, smiling at him, her dark brown hair straight and full of volume, blue-grey eyes, tinted with green smiling coyly at him as she walked over, resting a delicate hand on his shoulder, practically throwing herself all over him. “You look sexy baby. You ready?”
Dean smiled deviantly at the pretty brunette. “Kitty, have I ever let you down, sweetheart?”
Kitty shook her head, dangly earrings jingling with the movement and side bangs falling down to cover her left eye. She placed a kiss upon his cheek, red lips imprinted on creamy flesh. “Come on baby, lets get you your baby.”
“Kitty, I’m gonna be the best fucking thing he’s ever seen and she’s gonna fall on her ass when she see’s you.” He nuzzled the girls neck and she giggled, shoving at him playfully before pulling down her own black striped top so that her cleavage spilled forth from the flimsy material. Dean tilted his head in thought as he took in the image of his friend. “Turn around for me.”
Kitty smiled cutely and turned slowly, Dean taking in the site of her tight, black leather pants, before bending down and tugging them down lower so more of her hips was exposed. Fiddling with the studded belt which spelt out, ‘Kitty’, he got back up and held out his arm for her. “We’re good.”
Kitty swatted at a stray hair on Dean’s hot pink tank top, grinning at the white scrawl across it before opening the washroom door and leading the way out into the noisy club.
~*~
Sam smiled politely at Bailey, nodding with a little laugh at the joke she told about some different spelling of hockey in Canada and America. “Sammy! Baby! I want them to feed me now!”
Sam winced at the sharp, whiney tone of his girlfriend, sighing and smiling as he reassured her, “The food should be here soon honey, and the waitress just took our orders so it could take some time.”
Bailey pouted and rested her head in her hands, elbows braced on the clean table top as she poked at her strawberry-banana milkshake. She sighed and looked out across the club dance floor, gold eyes taking in the sites. Suddenly a vision in the sluttiest clothing she’d ever seen walked out into the foggy floor, light dancing around the couple. “Sammy! Look at those two people! Look at what they’re wearing! Can you believe how ignorant they are?”
“Hm?” Sam looked out across and his jaw hit the floor at the sight before him. There stood Dean Winchester, his older brother in all his glory, strutting down the dance floor, some random chick on his arm, dressed just as whoreishly. Dean wore black, gem studded fishnets, and a tight, short ass booty skirt, showing off his well muscled thighs. The hot pink shirt caught his eye but it was the writing on it that made his eyes bulge nearly all the way from his skull. The shirt sported a logo of a princesses crown, ‘Fuck me, I’m a mother Fucking Princess,’ written in a fancy, white scrawl underneath the bottom of it.
Bailey’s gold flecked eyes nearly popped from her eye sockets as the short girl of an estimated 5’4 - 5’5 came over, hip bones protruding as she bent over the edge of the table, milky white cleavage pouring out like cream as she whispered seductively in the black and blond haired female’s ear, “Dance with me or take me to that back room over there. Choice is yours, doll face.” At Bailey’s shocked face and slack mouth, Kitty giggled huskily, reaching out a pampered pale hand, nails graving the tan skin of Bailey’s finger tips before gripping the hand and pulling the other teen to her feet, tugging her in the direction of the dance floor. “Dancing with me it is then.”
Bailey could only stare in open mouth shock at the brunette who pushed her onto the dance floor and began grinding up against her, dimples on her lower back clear as day as she popped out her ass. ‘Holy hell!’ Was the only thought that could register in her head before her lips were claimed, soft fingers twirling the multi-toned girls hair within well taken care of fingers.
~*~
Dean grinned down at his younger brother, his fingers wiggling as he waved slightly. “Hey there Sammy, care to dance?”
Sam sputtered before picking up his jaw enough to squeak out in that scolding tone of his, “DEAN! What the hell are you doing?! Do you even realize what you’re wearing? Are you drunk or something?”
Dean chuckled in a low, sultry voice, running his fingers through his soft, spiked, dirty blond hair, a small, sultry smile appearing upon his pink lips. “You know you want to dance with your big brother, Sammy. That’s why you agreed to bring that cute little girlfriend of yours here with you.”
“Dean, I can’t dance with a guy, let alone my brother! It wouldn’t look right!” Sam protested, folding his arms over his chest as he stood, towering a good four inches over his older brother.
“It’s a gay club Sammy.”
“Wha…”
“Gay. Club.”
“You’re not serious, are you?” Sam took a step back, finally taking in the people all around him. And surely enough all the couples were either male with male or chick with chick. His eyes widened and he went to back up, thoughts of leaving instantly taking place within his mind.
Dean gripped his hands within his own, his fingers a burning vice upon Sam’s calloused palms. “You’re gonna dance with me. You want me and don’t even try to deny it.”
Sam could only follow along like the lost little puppy that he was, a secret grin spreading out across his flawless features.
~*~
You’re so fine
I want you mine
You’re so delicious
I think about ya all the time
You’re so addictive
Don’t you know what I could do to make you feel alright?
Don’t pretend I think you know I’m damn precious
And Hell Yeah
I’m the motherfucking princess
I can tell you like me too and you know I’m right
Dean ground his ass against Sam’s hips, his arm coming up to wrap around half of his younger brother’s neck; fingers splayed out within the soft locks of brown hair. He turned in the younger yet larger man’s arms, placing his lips softly onto the other man’s, moaning with a purr at the feeling. Sam’s mouth seemed to open to him so trustingly; the pleasure could only rise from there on. The youngest Winchester’s tongue licked out across Dean’s lips, seeking entrance into that hot, moist cavern he craved so badly for.
The younger male thought for an instant of pulling away, ending this all. This incest thing, this sensation of want and lust and love and even more lust just wasn’t right! They were brother’s and they should most definitely not be doing this. But hell, the feeling of Dean’s muscular yet smaller form in his arms was just that little shove he needed to stumble forth and over that cliff of desire and forever’s promises of something. Anything to be with Dean, he’d do.
Sam wrapped his hands around Dean’s slim waist, moaning into the kiss. Their tongues dueled in a fiery dance for dominance, nether brother letting up. It must have been all the drilling of ‘never give up!’ John had pounded into their memories. “What’s this?” Sam whispered, his index finger swiping out across Dean’s cheek, smearing the bright red lipstick.
Dean grinned, shrugging and stating simply, “A kitten’s kiss, for a princess just like me.” His eyes turned serious and he proffered softly, “Take me and get rid of her. I can be your girlfriend if you want. You gotta admit, the heels make me almost as tall as you and you know you like me in my short little skirt.” Dean licked his lips lustfully before claiming Sam’s as his once again.
Before Sam could reply to that, a hand flew out, snatching Sam from Dean’s arms. The older man growled fierily at the female, casting an accusing glance towards Kitty. The brunette female was rubbing an abused cheek and Dean had a pretty good image of what had happened. It seemed that the cute little girlfriend didn’t like Sam making out with another man.
“What are you doing Sammy?! This is another man! I thought you loved me!” Tears formed in Bailey’s eyes and Dean rolled his own at the sight of the pouty girl. ‘Fucking females and their fake water works. Someone needs to get in here and hand this basket case an anti-PMS pill or something.’
She was charming looking, with a small form and two-toned hair, with big brown eyes and bangs that covered one eye. Her clothing consisted of a white blouse and sweater-vest, with a knee length white skirt that looked like something from an 80’s retro magazine. Peering over at Kitty’s black lined, lust clouded eyes, he supposed that this was hot or something in the lesbian community. Not like he’d know.
“I’m sorry Bailey; I don’t know what came over me. I think-I think someone must’ve err spiked my lemonchelo.” Sam’s eyes were big, liquid pools of chocolate and Bailey seemed to melt right then and there.
“Awe, baby! You know I love you and it had to have been that stupid bar tender that put something in your drink. He has been looking at you weird all night long.” Sam nearly choked at her words, gasping as the petite female of 5’6 threw herself into his arms, a feminine little sigh heard from somewhere within the folds of Sam’s shirt.
Dean’s eyes flashed with emerald furry and as the music started up he recognized the song, ‘Ain’t No Other Man,’ by Christina Aguilera. Spinning on his heels he dragged Kitty by the collar out onto the dance floor, instantly dancing provocatively against the younger female who instantly picked up on his game. Grinning, the lesbian turned in the taller man’s arms, grazing a leg up his side and grinding against his crotch, knowing very well that she was safe from any unwanted attacks of little buddies wanting to come out to play.
~*~
Sam glared at the hot brunette as she practically threw herself all over his older brother. A streak of predatorily belonging raced through him and he soon found himself dragging a shocked Bailey onto the dance floor, pressing her small form up tight against his own. He looked over to find Dean and his gorgeous little whore practically fucking eachother on the dance floor. He released a semi silent growl, dipping his head down and kissing Bailey fiercely on the lips, grinning victoriously into the kiss as his eyes locked with those of both a furious Dean and almost angrier dancing partner. ‘Take that slut.’
Dean snarled at Bailey, who practically swooned at the touch of his younger brother and as another song began to play, one of his personal favourites if he had to be completely honest for a moment; ‘Man Eater,’ by that hot Canadian singer, Nelly Fertado, he leaned down close to Kitty’s ear, whispering heatedly, “I’m gonna knock that little slut on her ass. No one messes with my Sammy. Sorry Kitty, I know you like her, but she’s going down.”
Kitty grinned, eyes narrowed in that sultry manner of hers as she responded in a husky voice, “Go do it baby. That Bailey needs to learn her place anyways. She’s hot, but you can’t mess with another man’s man and she’s gotta learn. Kick her ass sweetheart.” Kitty got up on her tiptoes and kissed his cheek, replacing the smudge of her old lip marks with another.
Dean grinned at her, shaking his chest a bit and earning a laugh and shake of a chest from the young woman before he chuckled and walked off, determination burning hard in his eyes. He reached Sam and his girlfriend, yanking her away from him and demanding, “Dance. You, me, this stage, whoever gets the most appreciation from the audience wins. You on? Or are you afraid you’ll lose your man for a woman more worthy of him?” Dean placed his hands on his hips, jutting out his chin cockily at her, as if daring her to turn his offer down.
Bailey looked up into his fiery green eyes, pissed off beyond belief. That almost feline-ish girl had troubled her with the kisses she’d bestowed upon her and now Bailey just wanted to make out with her boyfriend, and rid herself of all thoughts of the hot teenager. “More of a woman than me? Excuse me but you’re not a girl, you’re clearly a boy. Unless there’s something we don’t know about you.”
Dean grinned, racking a hand slowly and sensually down his body, stating simply, “Bring it doll. You know I’m more of a woman than you’ll ever be and more a man than you’ll ever have. Time to learn your place, puta.” With a snap of his fingers and a wave behind him, Dean walked out into the center of the dance floor, grinning at the circle that almost instantly broke out, and waiting for his challenger to step up and show him what she was made of.
Bailey took a gulp before walking into the center of the floor. The cocky smile on the dirty blondes face made her want to slap it off of him and she settled for flipping him off and breaking down into some sort of hip rolling-dirty grinding thing. Dean sniffed, crowding up into her personal space, flicking a finger under her chin and winking coyly at her before turning around and beginning to dance. His hips swayed for a moment before locking and then unlocking as he did a box type of motion to the beat. A part came up in the song and he turned around in a full circle, shaking his ass infront of Bailey before grinning wolfishly, bending down low to plant a kiss upon her lips.
The song ended and Kitty jumped into the middle of the circle, laughing as Bailey shoved Dean away forcefully, wiping her mouth with a disgusted look to her. “Alright! Who do you love?! The fag or the lesbian wannabe?” Kitty giggled at the uproar of cheers that fell upon Dean as she pointed in his direction and could have died of laughter as the room went silent when she pointed towards the heavily panting Bailey.
Dean grinned, winking at Bailey before bending down to whisper something in Kitty’s ear. Nodding, the young female went over to the couple and without hesitating, placed a petal soft kiss to Sam’s lips, whispering none to quietly, “That’s from Dean.”
Blowing a kiss towards Bailey she walked off, a sway to her hips.
She’s like so whatever
You could do so much better
I think we should get together now
And that’s what everyone’s talking about!
Dean grinned as she came back, but his smile soon dissipated as he looked at the couple making out right there, infront of everyone, the only het couple in the whole room. He could have puked and the victorious smirk on Bailey’s face had Kitty fighting to hold Dean back from knocking the stupid bitch hard into the concrete floor of the club.
Grabbing Kitty by the arm he threw a dagger’s glare at the couple before storming out of the club, an angry trail of thoughts training after him, along with the sputtering female who he dragged heartlessly through the doors with him.
Hey! Hey! You! You!
I don’t like your girlfriend!
No way! No way!
I think you need a new one
Hey! Hey! You! You!
I could be your girlfriend
Hey! Hey! You! You!
I know that you like me
No way! No way!
No it’s not a secret
Hey! Hey! You! You!
I want to be your girlfriend
Sam watched them leave with a sad look in his eyes. It was obvious that Dean wouldn’t be returning back to the hotel room that night. “You coming back to the Hotel with me?” He asked Bailey, and with an eager nod from the petite woman, they made an exit of their own.
~*~
I can see the way, I see the way you look at me
And even when you look away I know you think of me
I know you talk about me all the time again and again
So come over here, tell me what I want to hear
Better yet make your girlfriend disappear
I don’t want to hear you say her name ever again
(And again and again and again!)
Dean pulled his black shades down his nose to peer out across the pool area. Sighing, he gave Kitty an exasperated look, “Honey, why are we at the pool? You know I burn easily.”
Kitty giggled, tugging down on her white and black polka dotted bikini top. “Not to mention all those cute little freckles you have. Your little nosey is just too adorable.” She poked him in the nose and he scowled, his nose wrinkling with a little wiggle.
“Don’t touch the merchandise Kitty Cat.”
“Sam’s here.”
“He is? Where?” Dean looked around, his eyes scanning the pool area calmly although his heart beat had picked up on its pace, his breathe coming in uneven pants.
Kitty could only grin and walk off, her usual sway to her hips there as she found a shaded spot near the edge of the pool. She began to slather on a thick layer of sunscreen, a frown creasing her brow as a red hue began to tint her skin. “Be gone sunlight.” She murmured, her multi coloured eyes flashing as she looked over to where Dean stood, shirtless and in a pair of knee length white swim trunks that a man could only hope weren’t see through.
~*~
Dean sighed and massaged the bridge of his nose. He couldn’t understand why he’d been dragged to the pool when it was a perfectly good day to take a ride in the Impala, Metallica pounding from the speakers. Sure, Sam was here but it would’ve been much more preferable to have himself along with his brother and their little baby Impala. Dean sighed at the happy thought, shaking his head and running his fingers through his spiked blond hair, grimacing at the realization that he’d just ruined any chances of it looking suitable enough to walk around in dry. Scowling he tightened the little bow on his swim trunks, scanning the area around the pool. A feminine squeal captured his attention and he looked over towards the waterslide, his eyes narrowing in a deathly glare as he watched Bailey go down the slide on a laughing Sam’s lap.
Deciding to make a grand entrance, he dove silently into the pool, the sounds of laughter and chatter around the outdoor pool consuming the area and the soft splash of his body sliding fluidly through the water. He swam under water until he was sure he’d surface right infront of the couple before breaking free of the water, breathing in a breathe of fresh air as his hair clung to his face, crystals of water glistening all down and over his well sculpted body. ‘Take a good look, Sammy boy.’
~*~
Sam laughed as Bailey splashed water in his face. Honey and sun kissed muscles, rippling with the movement of surfacing from the water, caught his attention and his jaw filled with water as it sunk to the bottom of the pool at the vision of beauty before him. “Oh. My. God.”
“Samuel? Honey what is it? Oh lord.” Bailey stuttered at the sight of gorgeous, pale skin. Her golden eyes flickered past Dean’s smirking form, which was hot in its own way, to the girl from the club the previous night, as she rubbed some type of lotion onto her chest, rubbing and rubbing and massaging and touching with little caresses…
Dean ignored the multi hair coloured girl’s ogling at Kitty and turned his complete attention towards Sammy; grinning cockily as Sam took on a look of just being figured out that he had been watching someone. Sam quickly looked away, pretending to not have seen him. Grinning all the broader, Dean ran a hand through his wet hair, shaking it out as he wadded over to his younger brother. Reaching Sam’s speechless figure he grinned, going up on tiptoes to whisper in his ear, “What? Cat got your tongue? Come on Sammy, what’sa matta?”
He smirked cockily as he pulled away and pointed in the direction of Bailey who was moving as if in a trance, in the direction of the seemingly oblivious Kitty. “Hmm, I think your girlfriend’s got some personal interests other than her cute little boyfriend. Too bad.” He mock pouted, drawing little circles on Sam’s shirt front. “You know, I’d gladly be your girlfriend.”
Sam did the unthinkable. He chuckled at that and wrapped his arms around Dean’s lean waist. Bending slightly he whispered, “So I’ve been told.”
~*~
She’s like so whatever
You could do so much better
I think we should get together now
And that’s what everyone’s talking about!
Kitty looked up from the book she had brought along with her to the pool, ‘Original Fairy Tales by The Brother’s Grimm,’ when the sight of Bailey wadding up to the edge of the pool, right by her captured her attention and had the young woman grinning slightly from ear to ear.
“Hey, you’re the girl from the club, right?”
Kitty wedged a finger in between the pages of the book and pulled her glasses down her nose just a little so she could peer over them at the other female. “Why don’t you ask your hand? It got well acquainted with my cheek last night. It would know for certain. I’ll even wait for it to give you an answer.” She smiled brightly, full of false cheer before rolling her eyes and returning to her novel.
Bailey shuffled in the water before blurting, “Ya, about that… Look I’m sorry. It was just that, well I thought I had something really great with Samuel, but now that that Dean guy has come along, I realize that I have no chance in hell. I’ve never made Sam light up like that by just smiling at him like Dean does. And then there’s-there’s you…” Blushing, Bailey looked down before reinforcing her nerve and lifting herself from the water, the clear liquid cascading down her slim, tan figure.
“What are you…?” Kitty was cut off by Bailey’s lips, pressing hard and firmly against hers, their insistence making her melt, fingers entangling themselves into the soft black and blond locks.
Bailey pulled away and said softly, “I wanna be your girlfriend.”
Kitty’s eyes widened and her jaw nearly hit the floor. “But you just met me! And what about your boyfriend?!”
Bailey shook her head and chuckled lightly. “Sam’s far gone. Dean won him and honestly, he wasn’t quite what I was looking for.”
“Uhhh…” Kitty open mouth gapped at the hands that were pressed up firmly against her breasts, cupping and groping them.
SMACK!
Bailey rubbed her cheek, smiling sheepishly at Kitty. “Sorry, never felt another girls boob before.”
“Next time ask!” Kitty demanded, glaring icily at the other female.
Bailey’s eyes clouded over darkly and Kitty let out a yelp as she was glomped by the other woman, the both of them tumbling into the pool with a loud SPLASH!
~*~
Hey! Hey! You! You!
I don’t like your girlfriend!
No way! No way!
I think you need a new one
Hey! Hey! You! You!
I could be your girlfriend
Hey! Hey! You! You!
I know that you like me
No way! No way!
No it’s not a secret
Hey! Hey! You! You!
I want to be your girlfriend
Sam shoved Dean inside the open door of the eldest Winchester’s Impala, a gift from their father, John Winchester, who was currently out hunting Wendigo’s in Western Canada. The brunette shoved his way into the driver’s seat of the car, slamming the door shut and tugging Dean, who was at the moment sitting in the passenger seat to make room for his sasquatch of a younger brother, onto his lap, arousal evident and digging into the crotch of Dean’s loosely fitted swim trunks.
“I don’t like your girlfriend.”
Sam smirked. “She’s not my girlfriend anymore. I’ve got you, Mr. Winchester.”
Dean sighed contentedly, nuzzling Sam’s neck, lapping at it with sloppy kisses, expressing his love with the little nips and tender bites bestowed upon the hard, smooth skin of Sam’s shoulder. “I love you, Sammy.”
Sam froze for a fraction of a second before smiling genuinely, with all the warmth in the world. He began to rock up against Dean’s erection, his lips claiming his older brother’s in a searing kiss that told the story of his forbidden love for his older brother. “I love you too, man.”
Dean could have leapt for joy when a thought struck him. “Sam! Wait, I need to get, we need some, god, do that again.” Dean moaned, gasping as Sam thrust up against his soft spot between cock and ass. He mewled out in pleasure as Sam continued with his rocking motions and his head fell down and against the other man’s shoulder, nipping and lapping at the exposed skin of Sam’s shoulders. For the life of him, he couldn’t remember what he’d been trying to say to his younger brother. Condoms? Yes! That was it! But, was there really any point in using one when they both knew that Dean had had more sex than Sam and the elder Winchester didn’t get the title of, ‘Genius’ by sitting around an looking pretty. He’d obviously reminded all the other men that he’d had sex with to put on a condom or no nookie for them!
Sam’s heavy lidded gaze couldn’t have been anymore beautiful to Dean and the blond man felt tears of happiness prickle the backs of his eyelids. He blinked them rapidly to stop any unwanted liquid from being shed. He couldn’t have been any happier.
Sam, on the other hand, was completely enraptured in the sight of his brother’s creamy, naked chest, his hands roaming up the smooth skin, fingers flicking at and tweaking the smaller man’s nipples. When he got no reaction he furrowed his brow in confusion and looked up questioningly at his older brother.
Smiling, Dean stated simply, “Nipples, not a big thing for me.”
“Really? Would’ve never guessed…” Sam murmured, already lots once again in his lover’s beauty. He reached around Dean and ran has hands down the soft skin of his brother’s back, his eyes never leaving Dean’s emerald ones, even when he reached the other man’s derrière and squeezed. Dean released a curse and arched his back, his erection running up against Sam’s taught and ripple stomach.
Deciding that it was about time that they lose their clothing, Sam pushed Dean back and up onto the Impala’s steering wheel, ordering, “Stay still. If you move, you’ll break the wheel off your baby.”
Dean’s eyes clouded over in fear and he nodded reassuringly, keeping completely still and silent, afraid even uttering a word might damage his precious baby. He nonetheless wiggled his hips a little, hands braced back behind him on the dashboard as Sam untied the knot in his shorts and tugged them down his slim hips and muscular thighs, licking his lips at the sight of Dean’s completely naked form and tossing the garments behind him into the back completely uncaringly.
Dean smiled down at Sam and looked around the public parking lot, noticing a mother doting on her little girl as they walked towards the kiddy pool. “PDA? Never knew you were a fan, Sammy. Good thing, public kink is one of my favourites.” He winked at his brother before bracing his feet down on either side of the driver’s seat and bent down, tugging relentlessly at the damp swim shorts that clung to Sam’s even better built body and never ending legs. Sam lifted his hips and allowed himself to be divested of his last remaining garments.
Growling ferally at the site of his Brother leaning down and over him he tugged him down and moved Dean’s legs around so that he sat upon both his knees and Sam’s lap, straddling his younger brother. “I’m gonna fuck you and it’s gonna be so fucking good Dean, you’ll be screaming for more once I’m done and finished with you. And believe me, I’ll never be finished with you.”
Dean shivered at the hoarse tone to Sam’s voice. “Never?”
Sam pushed the three fingers of his left hand into Dean’s mouth, twisting them around and grunting his approval as Dean began to suck on them nice and hard. “Never.” He confirmed with a nod of his head, tugging his fingers free of Dean’s hot mouth and moving his hand down slowly towards Dean’s tight hole. He stopped for a detour at Dean’s cock, rubbing his pinkie over the swollen and leaking head, smirking with smug satisfaction at the yelp of bliss that Dean released, the blond man’s knees tightening against Sam’s thighs and his back arching so that his hips thrust into the feeling.
“Shh baby, we’ll get there soon enough,” He cooed softly to his whimpering and panting brother. “We’ll get there, trust me.” He reached the clenched orifice of Dean’s and he massaged the wrinkled pucker until it loosened enough that not only was Dean releasing the most sexiest and dirty noises he’d ever heard, but his first, spit slicked finger slid inside all the way in one smooth thrust. Sam rubbed Dean’s belly soothingly as he felt the ring of interior muscles clench around his finger, whispering words of encouragement until the older man relaxed and Sam could slowly glide in another finger.
“Fuck, careful Sammy. It’s-it’s been a little while and I’m kinda, kinda unprepared, if you catch what I mean. Just give me a minute to adjust.” Dean groaned as a slight pain rippled through him and he felt a bit of skin tear as Sam scissored his fingers. Yet when those deviant fingers curled and began searching around until they struck his spot of intimate pleasure, cords of fiery excitement shooting through him at the stimulation of his prostate. He felt himself being worked slowly, fingers sliding persistently inside him, fucking him relentlessly until he was about ready to burst.
His prostate already sensitive to the touch, he gripped Sam’s wrist, yanking it from his body. He moaned at the sliver of pain that shot through him, yet hissed heatedly, “If you don’t fuck me now I’ll finish myself and the hell with you.”
Sam didn’t need to be told twice. Repositioning Dean’s hips, Sam moved his painfully erect dick to Dean’s entrance. “I love you,” he whispered, claiming Dean’s lips as his own for a passion seared kiss before pressing up and against the slightly stretched pucker, all the while rubbing his hand over the tip of his older brothers penis and lathering precum onto his member, slinking slowly into the velvety heat of Dean’s hole.
Dean gasped and threw his head back at the sensation of being filled. Moaning, he dug his fingers into the thick cords of muscles around Sam’s upper arms, whispering brokenly, “I’ve never felt this good before.”
Sam felt ripples of heated sensation and tender love shoot through him and he could merely nod with a choked out, “Me either.” Then, kissing Dean’s petal soft mouth lightly, no tongue no teeth but just a gentle mesh of lips to show their love, Sam began to move, at first thrusting shallowly , getting used to the feel of the eldest Winchester’s body. His large, bear paws of hands wrapped out and around Dean’s waist, lifting him with ease before sinking him down against one of his thrusts.
Dean gasped at the devastatingly slow pace and, yanking Sam’s head up by the hair he ordered, “Faster! Harder! More Sammy!” He pleaded with both his eyes and words and was rewarded with a violent thrust upwards, rattling his body and causing him to knock his head off the roof of the Impala. He moaned shakily as the pounding of Sam’s dick inside him, striking his prostate with every plunge inward. His hands went up and wrapped onto the outside of the window, grabbing at the roof and top of the car door at the same time.
A tightening around him had Sam reaching out and wrapping his callused palm around Dean’s near to exploding penis, his strokes rough and as fast as his brutal pace. With a cry, Dean convulsed around him, semen spurting out and painting itself over both their naked chests. Grunting at the lax weight of Dean ontop of him, Sam moaned as Dean’s anal muscles clenched and unclenched, tugging his release from him until, with a few short thrusts, he too was also cumin long and hard inside the smaller man.
They collapsed into eachother, panting as they sat in the front seat of the car. Chuckling, Dean said lightly, “Well that’s a story to tell at yours and Bailey’s wedding.”
Sam scoffed at the joke, swatting lazily at his brother before beginning to drift off. Dean soon followed, his arms wrapping around Sam’s shoulders in a comfortable hug, his head resting heavily on the tan shoulders of his younger brother, in his fatigue.
~*~
An angry rap at the door resounded throughout the Impala and Dean and Sam jumped up, the both of them crying out in pain as there foreheads crashed against eachother. “Open up!”
Confused and still in a sleepy daze, Sam’s blurry eyes fought to take in the surroundings. A black hat and uniform soon had him gasping in alarm and whispering in Dean’s ear, “Dean, there’s a police officer at the door.”
“There’s a wah?” Dean’s head popped up again from where it had once more slumped down onto Sam’s shoulder, his eyes widening in surprise at the sight of the agitated look on the officers face. Trying to put on his most charming smile he rolled down the window and stuck out his head. “What seems to be the problem officer?”
“Did you know, public profanity such as this is against the law, young man? Do you realize the harm you’ve done to some children’s minds?!” The male officer shrieked, his eyes nearly crossing over in their outrage.
Grinning slyly he leaned up on Sam’s lap a bit farther so that his face was mere inches from the policeman’s. “that’s an interesting fact. Now it’s my turn. Wanna know something really interesting about the law?”
The red haired policeman’s eyes seemed to narrow in thought before he nodded, taking the hat from his head to expose all of the shoulder length, fiery locks. “And what do you know about the law that I don’t young man?”
Dean made a sound in the back of his throat before a thick glob of flem went flying from his mouth and onto the police officers cheek, running down in a slow, goopy slide. Pulling back into the car he called out, “It can eat me!” And with that he shoved Sam’s shocked form onto the passenger seat, rolling up the window with one hand as he revved up the engine with the other. The tires of the car squealed as he ripping out of the parking lot, grinning at the horrified looks cast his way.
“ARE YOU FUCKING INSANE??!!” Sam screamed, hiding his face in his hands and bending down like he always did when he was frustrated.
Dean whipped out a hand and patted Sam on the chest with it, answering back cheerfully, “Insanely in love with you.”
Sam could only groan in distress.
~*~
In a second you’ll be wrapped around my finger
Cause I can, cause I can do it better
There’s no other
So when's it gonna sink in?
She’s so stupid
What the hell were you thinking?!
“What. The. Hell. Were. You. Thinking?! That chick is hot! Damn, you sure let that one slide through your fingers, Sam.” John Winchester whistled low, throwing back a swig of beer as he watched Kitty pamper the newly made over Bailey. Gone were the terribly geeky clothes, now replaced by a sort of punk look, a white, skull pleated tank top on along with a pair of faded blue skinny jeans and hair now cut in a straight shag.
The two Winchester brother’s nodded, their eyes fixated on the female couple. “They look hot together. Don’t you think so, Sammy?” Dean said, turning his head in the direction of Sam’s, his green eyes smiling.
Sam laughed quietly. “Ya, they’re a beautiful couple.”
“So boys, about that incident with the authorities. How many times have I told you guys to avoid the police? That was over four months ago and they’re still trailing on you for it! I’ve got people all over working their asses off to get you out of this mess.” John Winchester’s eyes riveted accusingly to Dean, who bowed his head down in shame.
Sam took in the look of distress on his brother’s face and, clearing his throat, spoke up. “You know, it was my fault anyways. Stupid prick tried to attack Dean and me. Must’ve thought we were some other thugs or something. All we did was hightail it outta there. We didn’t do anything wrong dad. You know, if you’d stop jumping to conclusions and actually ask what happened for once, you might get your answer earlier than four months later.”
John narrowed his eyes and sensing that a fight was about to break out, Dean intervened. “Dad, Sam’s right as always. Some guy thought we were a couple of stupid kids who must’ve got in trouble and we just got out of there as fast as we could. We didn’t want any trouble.”
“The officer said you guys were naked.” John stated flatly.
“We were getting dressed after going swimming!” Dean cried out, his face flushing at the memories of what had really happened but obviously being misconstrued as anger.
Putting his hands up in defeat, John called a time out. “Alright, whatever you boys say. But stay out of trouble!” And then he was getting up from the table in the back yard of Bailey’s country home and walking in the general direction of the barbeque.
Turning his head back to Sam he whispered, “You saved me.”
“No, I saved myself.” He corrected, taking a drink from his water and swigging it around in his mouth.
Grinning cockily, Dean leaned back in his seat, his arms folded across his chest. “Ya sure. You know you’re whipped.”
Sam rolled his eyes. “Oh ya, you’ve got me wrapped around your short little finger.”
Dean’s expression changed at a comical pace and he cried out in outrage, “I’m not short! You’re the sasquatch!”
“Pffft, whatever you say, Mr. Short and Bossy.”
Dean glared and, making a noise in the back of his throat, hissed, “You. Bedroom. Naked. Now!”
Sam’s eyes widened at first before narrowing hungrily. Getting up casually from his seat he stated simply, “Race ya, girlfriend.”
Dean barely saw him go it was so fast. “Hey! You! Wait up! Unfair advantage! You’re to tall and your legs are longer! Sammy!” He called out, running after his younger brother as if the devil were on his heels. Which he most likely was. Because it was all too obvious that all the Winchesters were going straight to hell. Yet when you really thought about it, did it honestly matter?
The End
A girl walked into the washroom, smiling at him, her dark brown hair straight and full of volume, blue-grey eyes, tinted with green smiling coyly at him as she walked over, resting a delicate hand on his shoulder, practically throwing herself all over him. “You look sexy baby. You ready?”
Dean smiled deviantly at the pretty brunette. “Kitty, have I ever let you down, sweetheart?”
Kitty shook her head, dangly earrings jingling with the movement and side bangs falling down to cover her left eye. She placed a kiss upon his cheek, red lips imprinted on creamy flesh. “Come on baby, lets get you your baby.”
“Kitty, I’m gonna be the best fucking thing he’s ever seen and she’s gonna fall on her ass when she see’s you.” He nuzzled the girls neck and she giggled, shoving at him playfully before pulling down her own black striped top so that her cleavage spilled forth from the flimsy material. Dean tilted his head in thought as he took in the image of his friend. “Turn around for me.”
Kitty smiled cutely and turned slowly, Dean taking in the site of her tight, black leather pants, before bending down and tugging them down lower so more of her hips was exposed. Fiddling with the studded belt which spelt out, ‘Kitty’, he got back up and held out his arm for her. “We’re good.”
Kitty swatted at a stray hair on Dean’s hot pink tank top, grinning at the white scrawl across it before opening the washroom door and leading the way out into the noisy club.
~*~
Sam smiled politely at Bailey, nodding with a little laugh at the joke she told about some different spelling of hockey in Canada and America. “Sammy! Baby! I want them to feed me now!”
Sam winced at the sharp, whiney tone of his girlfriend, sighing and smiling as he reassured her, “The food should be here soon honey, and the waitress just took our orders so it could take some time.”
Bailey pouted and rested her head in her hands, elbows braced on the clean table top as she poked at her strawberry-banana milkshake. She sighed and looked out across the club dance floor, gold eyes taking in the sites. Suddenly a vision in the sluttiest clothing she’d ever seen walked out into the foggy floor, light dancing around the couple. “Sammy! Look at those two people! Look at what they’re wearing! Can you believe how ignorant they are?”
“Hm?” Sam looked out across and his jaw hit the floor at the sight before him. There stood Dean Winchester, his older brother in all his glory, strutting down the dance floor, some random chick on his arm, dressed just as whoreishly. Dean wore black, gem studded fishnets, and a tight, short ass booty skirt, showing off his well muscled thighs. The hot pink shirt caught his eye but it was the writing on it that made his eyes bulge nearly all the way from his skull. The shirt sported a logo of a princesses crown, ‘Fuck me, I’m a mother Fucking Princess,’ written in a fancy, white scrawl underneath the bottom of it.
Bailey’s gold flecked eyes nearly popped from her eye sockets as the short girl of an estimated 5’4 - 5’5 came over, hip bones protruding as she bent over the edge of the table, milky white cleavage pouring out like cream as she whispered seductively in the black and blond haired female’s ear, “Dance with me or take me to that back room over there. Choice is yours, doll face.” At Bailey’s shocked face and slack mouth, Kitty giggled huskily, reaching out a pampered pale hand, nails graving the tan skin of Bailey’s finger tips before gripping the hand and pulling the other teen to her feet, tugging her in the direction of the dance floor. “Dancing with me it is then.”
Bailey could only stare in open mouth shock at the brunette who pushed her onto the dance floor and began grinding up against her, dimples on her lower back clear as day as she popped out her ass. ‘Holy hell!’ Was the only thought that could register in her head before her lips were claimed, soft fingers twirling the multi-toned girls hair within well taken care of fingers.
~*~
Dean grinned down at his younger brother, his fingers wiggling as he waved slightly. “Hey there Sammy, care to dance?”
Sam sputtered before picking up his jaw enough to squeak out in that scolding tone of his, “DEAN! What the hell are you doing?! Do you even realize what you’re wearing? Are you drunk or something?”
Dean chuckled in a low, sultry voice, running his fingers through his soft, spiked, dirty blond hair, a small, sultry smile appearing upon his pink lips. “You know you want to dance with your big brother, Sammy. That’s why you agreed to bring that cute little girlfriend of yours here with you.”
“Dean, I can’t dance with a guy, let alone my brother! It wouldn’t look right!” Sam protested, folding his arms over his chest as he stood, towering a good four inches over his older brother.
“It’s a gay club Sammy.”
“Wha…”
“Gay. Club.”
“You’re not serious, are you?” Sam took a step back, finally taking in the people all around him. And surely enough all the couples were either male with male or chick with chick. His eyes widened and he went to back up, thoughts of leaving instantly taking place within his mind.
Dean gripped his hands within his own, his fingers a burning vice upon Sam’s calloused palms. “You’re gonna dance with me. You want me and don’t even try to deny it.”
Sam could only follow along like the lost little puppy that he was, a secret grin spreading out across his flawless features.
~*~
You’re so fine
I want you mine
You’re so delicious
I think about ya all the time
You’re so addictive
Don’t you know what I could do to make you feel alright?
Don’t pretend I think you know I’m damn precious
And Hell Yeah
I’m the motherfucking princess
I can tell you like me too and you know I’m right
Dean ground his ass against Sam’s hips, his arm coming up to wrap around half of his younger brother’s neck; fingers splayed out within the soft locks of brown hair. He turned in the younger yet larger man’s arms, placing his lips softly onto the other man’s, moaning with a purr at the feeling. Sam’s mouth seemed to open to him so trustingly; the pleasure could only rise from there on. The youngest Winchester’s tongue licked out across Dean’s lips, seeking entrance into that hot, moist cavern he craved so badly for.
The younger male thought for an instant of pulling away, ending this all. This incest thing, this sensation of want and lust and love and even more lust just wasn’t right! They were brother’s and they should most definitely not be doing this. But hell, the feeling of Dean’s muscular yet smaller form in his arms was just that little shove he needed to stumble forth and over that cliff of desire and forever’s promises of something. Anything to be with Dean, he’d do.
Sam wrapped his hands around Dean’s slim waist, moaning into the kiss. Their tongues dueled in a fiery dance for dominance, nether brother letting up. It must have been all the drilling of ‘never give up!’ John had pounded into their memories. “What’s this?” Sam whispered, his index finger swiping out across Dean’s cheek, smearing the bright red lipstick.
Dean grinned, shrugging and stating simply, “A kitten’s kiss, for a princess just like me.” His eyes turned serious and he proffered softly, “Take me and get rid of her. I can be your girlfriend if you want. You gotta admit, the heels make me almost as tall as you and you know you like me in my short little skirt.” Dean licked his lips lustfully before claiming Sam’s as his once again.
Before Sam could reply to that, a hand flew out, snatching Sam from Dean’s arms. The older man growled fierily at the female, casting an accusing glance towards Kitty. The brunette female was rubbing an abused cheek and Dean had a pretty good image of what had happened. It seemed that the cute little girlfriend didn’t like Sam making out with another man.
“What are you doing Sammy?! This is another man! I thought you loved me!” Tears formed in Bailey’s eyes and Dean rolled his own at the sight of the pouty girl. ‘Fucking females and their fake water works. Someone needs to get in here and hand this basket case an anti-PMS pill or something.’
She was charming looking, with a small form and two-toned hair, with big brown eyes and bangs that covered one eye. Her clothing consisted of a white blouse and sweater-vest, with a knee length white skirt that looked like something from an 80’s retro magazine. Peering over at Kitty’s black lined, lust clouded eyes, he supposed that this was hot or something in the lesbian community. Not like he’d know.
“I’m sorry Bailey; I don’t know what came over me. I think-I think someone must’ve err spiked my lemonchelo.” Sam’s eyes were big, liquid pools of chocolate and Bailey seemed to melt right then and there.
“Awe, baby! You know I love you and it had to have been that stupid bar tender that put something in your drink. He has been looking at you weird all night long.” Sam nearly choked at her words, gasping as the petite female of 5’6 threw herself into his arms, a feminine little sigh heard from somewhere within the folds of Sam’s shirt.
Dean’s eyes flashed with emerald furry and as the music started up he recognized the song, ‘Ain’t No Other Man,’ by Christina Aguilera. Spinning on his heels he dragged Kitty by the collar out onto the dance floor, instantly dancing provocatively against the younger female who instantly picked up on his game. Grinning, the lesbian turned in the taller man’s arms, grazing a leg up his side and grinding against his crotch, knowing very well that she was safe from any unwanted attacks of little buddies wanting to come out to play.
~*~
Sam glared at the hot brunette as she practically threw herself all over his older brother. A streak of predatorily belonging raced through him and he soon found himself dragging a shocked Bailey onto the dance floor, pressing her small form up tight against his own. He looked over to find Dean and his gorgeous little whore practically fucking eachother on the dance floor. He released a semi silent growl, dipping his head down and kissing Bailey fiercely on the lips, grinning victoriously into the kiss as his eyes locked with those of both a furious Dean and almost angrier dancing partner. ‘Take that slut.’
Dean snarled at Bailey, who practically swooned at the touch of his younger brother and as another song began to play, one of his personal favourites if he had to be completely honest for a moment; ‘Man Eater,’ by that hot Canadian singer, Nelly Fertado, he leaned down close to Kitty’s ear, whispering heatedly, “I’m gonna knock that little slut on her ass. No one messes with my Sammy. Sorry Kitty, I know you like her, but she’s going down.”
Kitty grinned, eyes narrowed in that sultry manner of hers as she responded in a husky voice, “Go do it baby. That Bailey needs to learn her place anyways. She’s hot, but you can’t mess with another man’s man and she’s gotta learn. Kick her ass sweetheart.” Kitty got up on her tiptoes and kissed his cheek, replacing the smudge of her old lip marks with another.
Dean grinned at her, shaking his chest a bit and earning a laugh and shake of a chest from the young woman before he chuckled and walked off, determination burning hard in his eyes. He reached Sam and his girlfriend, yanking her away from him and demanding, “Dance. You, me, this stage, whoever gets the most appreciation from the audience wins. You on? Or are you afraid you’ll lose your man for a woman more worthy of him?” Dean placed his hands on his hips, jutting out his chin cockily at her, as if daring her to turn his offer down.
Bailey looked up into his fiery green eyes, pissed off beyond belief. That almost feline-ish girl had troubled her with the kisses she’d bestowed upon her and now Bailey just wanted to make out with her boyfriend, and rid herself of all thoughts of the hot teenager. “More of a woman than me? Excuse me but you’re not a girl, you’re clearly a boy. Unless there’s something we don’t know about you.”
Dean grinned, racking a hand slowly and sensually down his body, stating simply, “Bring it doll. You know I’m more of a woman than you’ll ever be and more a man than you’ll ever have. Time to learn your place, puta.” With a snap of his fingers and a wave behind him, Dean walked out into the center of the dance floor, grinning at the circle that almost instantly broke out, and waiting for his challenger to step up and show him what she was made of.
Bailey took a gulp before walking into the center of the floor. The cocky smile on the dirty blondes face made her want to slap it off of him and she settled for flipping him off and breaking down into some sort of hip rolling-dirty grinding thing. Dean sniffed, crowding up into her personal space, flicking a finger under her chin and winking coyly at her before turning around and beginning to dance. His hips swayed for a moment before locking and then unlocking as he did a box type of motion to the beat. A part came up in the song and he turned around in a full circle, shaking his ass infront of Bailey before grinning wolfishly, bending down low to plant a kiss upon her lips.
The song ended and Kitty jumped into the middle of the circle, laughing as Bailey shoved Dean away forcefully, wiping her mouth with a disgusted look to her. “Alright! Who do you love?! The fag or the lesbian wannabe?” Kitty giggled at the uproar of cheers that fell upon Dean as she pointed in his direction and could have died of laughter as the room went silent when she pointed towards the heavily panting Bailey.
Dean grinned, winking at Bailey before bending down to whisper something in Kitty’s ear. Nodding, the young female went over to the couple and without hesitating, placed a petal soft kiss to Sam’s lips, whispering none to quietly, “That’s from Dean.”
Blowing a kiss towards Bailey she walked off, a sway to her hips.
She’s like so whatever
You could do so much better
I think we should get together now
And that’s what everyone’s talking about!
Dean grinned as she came back, but his smile soon dissipated as he looked at the couple making out right there, infront of everyone, the only het couple in the whole room. He could have puked and the victorious smirk on Bailey’s face had Kitty fighting to hold Dean back from knocking the stupid bitch hard into the concrete floor of the club.
Grabbing Kitty by the arm he threw a dagger’s glare at the couple before storming out of the club, an angry trail of thoughts training after him, along with the sputtering female who he dragged heartlessly through the doors with him.
Hey! Hey! You! You!
I don’t like your girlfriend!
No way! No way!
I think you need a new one
Hey! Hey! You! You!
I could be your girlfriend
Hey! Hey! You! You!
I know that you like me
No way! No way!
No it’s not a secret
Hey! Hey! You! You!
I want to be your girlfriend
Sam watched them leave with a sad look in his eyes. It was obvious that Dean wouldn’t be returning back to the hotel room that night. “You coming back to the Hotel with me?” He asked Bailey, and with an eager nod from the petite woman, they made an exit of their own.
~*~
I can see the way, I see the way you look at me
And even when you look away I know you think of me
I know you talk about me all the time again and again
So come over here, tell me what I want to hear
Better yet make your girlfriend disappear
I don’t want to hear you say her name ever again
(And again and again and again!)
Dean pulled his black shades down his nose to peer out across the pool area. Sighing, he gave Kitty an exasperated look, “Honey, why are we at the pool? You know I burn easily.”
Kitty giggled, tugging down on her white and black polka dotted bikini top. “Not to mention all those cute little freckles you have. Your little nosey is just too adorable.” She poked him in the nose and he scowled, his nose wrinkling with a little wiggle.
“Don’t touch the merchandise Kitty Cat.”
“Sam’s here.”
“He is? Where?” Dean looked around, his eyes scanning the pool area calmly although his heart beat had picked up on its pace, his breathe coming in uneven pants.
Kitty could only grin and walk off, her usual sway to her hips there as she found a shaded spot near the edge of the pool. She began to slather on a thick layer of sunscreen, a frown creasing her brow as a red hue began to tint her skin. “Be gone sunlight.” She murmured, her multi coloured eyes flashing as she looked over to where Dean stood, shirtless and in a pair of knee length white swim trunks that a man could only hope weren’t see through.
~*~
Dean sighed and massaged the bridge of his nose. He couldn’t understand why he’d been dragged to the pool when it was a perfectly good day to take a ride in the Impala, Metallica pounding from the speakers. Sure, Sam was here but it would’ve been much more preferable to have himself along with his brother and their little baby Impala. Dean sighed at the happy thought, shaking his head and running his fingers through his spiked blond hair, grimacing at the realization that he’d just ruined any chances of it looking suitable enough to walk around in dry. Scowling he tightened the little bow on his swim trunks, scanning the area around the pool. A feminine squeal captured his attention and he looked over towards the waterslide, his eyes narrowing in a deathly glare as he watched Bailey go down the slide on a laughing Sam’s lap.
Deciding to make a grand entrance, he dove silently into the pool, the sounds of laughter and chatter around the outdoor pool consuming the area and the soft splash of his body sliding fluidly through the water. He swam under water until he was sure he’d surface right infront of the couple before breaking free of the water, breathing in a breathe of fresh air as his hair clung to his face, crystals of water glistening all down and over his well sculpted body. ‘Take a good look, Sammy boy.’
~*~
Sam laughed as Bailey splashed water in his face. Honey and sun kissed muscles, rippling with the movement of surfacing from the water, caught his attention and his jaw filled with water as it sunk to the bottom of the pool at the vision of beauty before him. “Oh. My. God.”
“Samuel? Honey what is it? Oh lord.” Bailey stuttered at the sight of gorgeous, pale skin. Her golden eyes flickered past Dean’s smirking form, which was hot in its own way, to the girl from the club the previous night, as she rubbed some type of lotion onto her chest, rubbing and rubbing and massaging and touching with little caresses…
Dean ignored the multi hair coloured girl’s ogling at Kitty and turned his complete attention towards Sammy; grinning cockily as Sam took on a look of just being figured out that he had been watching someone. Sam quickly looked away, pretending to not have seen him. Grinning all the broader, Dean ran a hand through his wet hair, shaking it out as he wadded over to his younger brother. Reaching Sam’s speechless figure he grinned, going up on tiptoes to whisper in his ear, “What? Cat got your tongue? Come on Sammy, what’sa matta?”
He smirked cockily as he pulled away and pointed in the direction of Bailey who was moving as if in a trance, in the direction of the seemingly oblivious Kitty. “Hmm, I think your girlfriend’s got some personal interests other than her cute little boyfriend. Too bad.” He mock pouted, drawing little circles on Sam’s shirt front. “You know, I’d gladly be your girlfriend.”
Sam did the unthinkable. He chuckled at that and wrapped his arms around Dean’s lean waist. Bending slightly he whispered, “So I’ve been told.”
~*~
She’s like so whatever
You could do so much better
I think we should get together now
And that’s what everyone’s talking about!
Kitty looked up from the book she had brought along with her to the pool, ‘Original Fairy Tales by The Brother’s Grimm,’ when the sight of Bailey wadding up to the edge of the pool, right by her captured her attention and had the young woman grinning slightly from ear to ear.
“Hey, you’re the girl from the club, right?”
Kitty wedged a finger in between the pages of the book and pulled her glasses down her nose just a little so she could peer over them at the other female. “Why don’t you ask your hand? It got well acquainted with my cheek last night. It would know for certain. I’ll even wait for it to give you an answer.” She smiled brightly, full of false cheer before rolling her eyes and returning to her novel.
Bailey shuffled in the water before blurting, “Ya, about that… Look I’m sorry. It was just that, well I thought I had something really great with Samuel, but now that that Dean guy has come along, I realize that I have no chance in hell. I’ve never made Sam light up like that by just smiling at him like Dean does. And then there’s-there’s you…” Blushing, Bailey looked down before reinforcing her nerve and lifting herself from the water, the clear liquid cascading down her slim, tan figure.
“What are you…?” Kitty was cut off by Bailey’s lips, pressing hard and firmly against hers, their insistence making her melt, fingers entangling themselves into the soft black and blond locks.
Bailey pulled away and said softly, “I wanna be your girlfriend.”
Kitty’s eyes widened and her jaw nearly hit the floor. “But you just met me! And what about your boyfriend?!”
Bailey shook her head and chuckled lightly. “Sam’s far gone. Dean won him and honestly, he wasn’t quite what I was looking for.”
“Uhhh…” Kitty open mouth gapped at the hands that were pressed up firmly against her breasts, cupping and groping them.
SMACK!
Bailey rubbed her cheek, smiling sheepishly at Kitty. “Sorry, never felt another girls boob before.”
“Next time ask!” Kitty demanded, glaring icily at the other female.
Bailey’s eyes clouded over darkly and Kitty let out a yelp as she was glomped by the other woman, the both of them tumbling into the pool with a loud SPLASH!
~*~
Hey! Hey! You! You!
I don’t like your girlfriend!
No way! No way!
I think you need a new one
Hey! Hey! You! You!
I could be your girlfriend
Hey! Hey! You! You!
I know that you like me
No way! No way!
No it’s not a secret
Hey! Hey! You! You!
I want to be your girlfriend
Sam shoved Dean inside the open door of the eldest Winchester’s Impala, a gift from their father, John Winchester, who was currently out hunting Wendigo’s in Western Canada. The brunette shoved his way into the driver’s seat of the car, slamming the door shut and tugging Dean, who was at the moment sitting in the passenger seat to make room for his sasquatch of a younger brother, onto his lap, arousal evident and digging into the crotch of Dean’s loosely fitted swim trunks.
“I don’t like your girlfriend.”
Sam smirked. “She’s not my girlfriend anymore. I’ve got you, Mr. Winchester.”
Dean sighed contentedly, nuzzling Sam’s neck, lapping at it with sloppy kisses, expressing his love with the little nips and tender bites bestowed upon the hard, smooth skin of Sam’s shoulder. “I love you, Sammy.”
Sam froze for a fraction of a second before smiling genuinely, with all the warmth in the world. He began to rock up against Dean’s erection, his lips claiming his older brother’s in a searing kiss that told the story of his forbidden love for his older brother. “I love you too, man.”
Dean could have leapt for joy when a thought struck him. “Sam! Wait, I need to get, we need some, god, do that again.” Dean moaned, gasping as Sam thrust up against his soft spot between cock and ass. He mewled out in pleasure as Sam continued with his rocking motions and his head fell down and against the other man’s shoulder, nipping and lapping at the exposed skin of Sam’s shoulders. For the life of him, he couldn’t remember what he’d been trying to say to his younger brother. Condoms? Yes! That was it! But, was there really any point in using one when they both knew that Dean had had more sex than Sam and the elder Winchester didn’t get the title of, ‘Genius’ by sitting around an looking pretty. He’d obviously reminded all the other men that he’d had sex with to put on a condom or no nookie for them!
Sam’s heavy lidded gaze couldn’t have been anymore beautiful to Dean and the blond man felt tears of happiness prickle the backs of his eyelids. He blinked them rapidly to stop any unwanted liquid from being shed. He couldn’t have been any happier.
Sam, on the other hand, was completely enraptured in the sight of his brother’s creamy, naked chest, his hands roaming up the smooth skin, fingers flicking at and tweaking the smaller man’s nipples. When he got no reaction he furrowed his brow in confusion and looked up questioningly at his older brother.
Smiling, Dean stated simply, “Nipples, not a big thing for me.”
“Really? Would’ve never guessed…” Sam murmured, already lots once again in his lover’s beauty. He reached around Dean and ran has hands down the soft skin of his brother’s back, his eyes never leaving Dean’s emerald ones, even when he reached the other man’s derrière and squeezed. Dean released a curse and arched his back, his erection running up against Sam’s taught and ripple stomach.
Deciding that it was about time that they lose their clothing, Sam pushed Dean back and up onto the Impala’s steering wheel, ordering, “Stay still. If you move, you’ll break the wheel off your baby.”
Dean’s eyes clouded over in fear and he nodded reassuringly, keeping completely still and silent, afraid even uttering a word might damage his precious baby. He nonetheless wiggled his hips a little, hands braced back behind him on the dashboard as Sam untied the knot in his shorts and tugged them down his slim hips and muscular thighs, licking his lips at the sight of Dean’s completely naked form and tossing the garments behind him into the back completely uncaringly.
Dean smiled down at Sam and looked around the public parking lot, noticing a mother doting on her little girl as they walked towards the kiddy pool. “PDA? Never knew you were a fan, Sammy. Good thing, public kink is one of my favourites.” He winked at his brother before bracing his feet down on either side of the driver’s seat and bent down, tugging relentlessly at the damp swim shorts that clung to Sam’s even better built body and never ending legs. Sam lifted his hips and allowed himself to be divested of his last remaining garments.
Growling ferally at the site of his Brother leaning down and over him he tugged him down and moved Dean’s legs around so that he sat upon both his knees and Sam’s lap, straddling his younger brother. “I’m gonna fuck you and it’s gonna be so fucking good Dean, you’ll be screaming for more once I’m done and finished with you. And believe me, I’ll never be finished with you.”
Dean shivered at the hoarse tone to Sam’s voice. “Never?”
Sam pushed the three fingers of his left hand into Dean’s mouth, twisting them around and grunting his approval as Dean began to suck on them nice and hard. “Never.” He confirmed with a nod of his head, tugging his fingers free of Dean’s hot mouth and moving his hand down slowly towards Dean’s tight hole. He stopped for a detour at Dean’s cock, rubbing his pinkie over the swollen and leaking head, smirking with smug satisfaction at the yelp of bliss that Dean released, the blond man’s knees tightening against Sam’s thighs and his back arching so that his hips thrust into the feeling.
“Shh baby, we’ll get there soon enough,” He cooed softly to his whimpering and panting brother. “We’ll get there, trust me.” He reached the clenched orifice of Dean’s and he massaged the wrinkled pucker until it loosened enough that not only was Dean releasing the most sexiest and dirty noises he’d ever heard, but his first, spit slicked finger slid inside all the way in one smooth thrust. Sam rubbed Dean’s belly soothingly as he felt the ring of interior muscles clench around his finger, whispering words of encouragement until the older man relaxed and Sam could slowly glide in another finger.
“Fuck, careful Sammy. It’s-it’s been a little while and I’m kinda, kinda unprepared, if you catch what I mean. Just give me a minute to adjust.” Dean groaned as a slight pain rippled through him and he felt a bit of skin tear as Sam scissored his fingers. Yet when those deviant fingers curled and began searching around until they struck his spot of intimate pleasure, cords of fiery excitement shooting through him at the stimulation of his prostate. He felt himself being worked slowly, fingers sliding persistently inside him, fucking him relentlessly until he was about ready to burst.
His prostate already sensitive to the touch, he gripped Sam’s wrist, yanking it from his body. He moaned at the sliver of pain that shot through him, yet hissed heatedly, “If you don’t fuck me now I’ll finish myself and the hell with you.”
Sam didn’t need to be told twice. Repositioning Dean’s hips, Sam moved his painfully erect dick to Dean’s entrance. “I love you,” he whispered, claiming Dean’s lips as his own for a passion seared kiss before pressing up and against the slightly stretched pucker, all the while rubbing his hand over the tip of his older brothers penis and lathering precum onto his member, slinking slowly into the velvety heat of Dean’s hole.
Dean gasped and threw his head back at the sensation of being filled. Moaning, he dug his fingers into the thick cords of muscles around Sam’s upper arms, whispering brokenly, “I’ve never felt this good before.”
Sam felt ripples of heated sensation and tender love shoot through him and he could merely nod with a choked out, “Me either.” Then, kissing Dean’s petal soft mouth lightly, no tongue no teeth but just a gentle mesh of lips to show their love, Sam began to move, at first thrusting shallowly , getting used to the feel of the eldest Winchester’s body. His large, bear paws of hands wrapped out and around Dean’s waist, lifting him with ease before sinking him down against one of his thrusts.
Dean gasped at the devastatingly slow pace and, yanking Sam’s head up by the hair he ordered, “Faster! Harder! More Sammy!” He pleaded with both his eyes and words and was rewarded with a violent thrust upwards, rattling his body and causing him to knock his head off the roof of the Impala. He moaned shakily as the pounding of Sam’s dick inside him, striking his prostate with every plunge inward. His hands went up and wrapped onto the outside of the window, grabbing at the roof and top of the car door at the same time.
A tightening around him had Sam reaching out and wrapping his callused palm around Dean’s near to exploding penis, his strokes rough and as fast as his brutal pace. With a cry, Dean convulsed around him, semen spurting out and painting itself over both their naked chests. Grunting at the lax weight of Dean ontop of him, Sam moaned as Dean’s anal muscles clenched and unclenched, tugging his release from him until, with a few short thrusts, he too was also cumin long and hard inside the smaller man.
They collapsed into eachother, panting as they sat in the front seat of the car. Chuckling, Dean said lightly, “Well that’s a story to tell at yours and Bailey’s wedding.”
Sam scoffed at the joke, swatting lazily at his brother before beginning to drift off. Dean soon followed, his arms wrapping around Sam’s shoulders in a comfortable hug, his head resting heavily on the tan shoulders of his younger brother, in his fatigue.
~*~
An angry rap at the door resounded throughout the Impala and Dean and Sam jumped up, the both of them crying out in pain as there foreheads crashed against eachother. “Open up!”
Confused and still in a sleepy daze, Sam’s blurry eyes fought to take in the surroundings. A black hat and uniform soon had him gasping in alarm and whispering in Dean’s ear, “Dean, there’s a police officer at the door.”
“There’s a wah?” Dean’s head popped up again from where it had once more slumped down onto Sam’s shoulder, his eyes widening in surprise at the sight of the agitated look on the officers face. Trying to put on his most charming smile he rolled down the window and stuck out his head. “What seems to be the problem officer?”
“Did you know, public profanity such as this is against the law, young man? Do you realize the harm you’ve done to some children’s minds?!” The male officer shrieked, his eyes nearly crossing over in their outrage.
Grinning slyly he leaned up on Sam’s lap a bit farther so that his face was mere inches from the policeman’s. “that’s an interesting fact. Now it’s my turn. Wanna know something really interesting about the law?”
The red haired policeman’s eyes seemed to narrow in thought before he nodded, taking the hat from his head to expose all of the shoulder length, fiery locks. “And what do you know about the law that I don’t young man?”
Dean made a sound in the back of his throat before a thick glob of flem went flying from his mouth and onto the police officers cheek, running down in a slow, goopy slide. Pulling back into the car he called out, “It can eat me!” And with that he shoved Sam’s shocked form onto the passenger seat, rolling up the window with one hand as he revved up the engine with the other. The tires of the car squealed as he ripping out of the parking lot, grinning at the horrified looks cast his way.
“ARE YOU FUCKING INSANE??!!” Sam screamed, hiding his face in his hands and bending down like he always did when he was frustrated.
Dean whipped out a hand and patted Sam on the chest with it, answering back cheerfully, “Insanely in love with you.”
Sam could only groan in distress.
~*~
In a second you’ll be wrapped around my finger
Cause I can, cause I can do it better
There’s no other
So when's it gonna sink in?
She’s so stupid
What the hell were you thinking?!
“What. The. Hell. Were. You. Thinking?! That chick is hot! Damn, you sure let that one slide through your fingers, Sam.” John Winchester whistled low, throwing back a swig of beer as he watched Kitty pamper the newly made over Bailey. Gone were the terribly geeky clothes, now replaced by a sort of punk look, a white, skull pleated tank top on along with a pair of faded blue skinny jeans and hair now cut in a straight shag.
The two Winchester brother’s nodded, their eyes fixated on the female couple. “They look hot together. Don’t you think so, Sammy?” Dean said, turning his head in the direction of Sam’s, his green eyes smiling.
Sam laughed quietly. “Ya, they’re a beautiful couple.”
“So boys, about that incident with the authorities. How many times have I told you guys to avoid the police? That was over four months ago and they’re still trailing on you for it! I’ve got people all over working their asses off to get you out of this mess.” John Winchester’s eyes riveted accusingly to Dean, who bowed his head down in shame.
Sam took in the look of distress on his brother’s face and, clearing his throat, spoke up. “You know, it was my fault anyways. Stupid prick tried to attack Dean and me. Must’ve thought we were some other thugs or something. All we did was hightail it outta there. We didn’t do anything wrong dad. You know, if you’d stop jumping to conclusions and actually ask what happened for once, you might get your answer earlier than four months later.”
John narrowed his eyes and sensing that a fight was about to break out, Dean intervened. “Dad, Sam’s right as always. Some guy thought we were a couple of stupid kids who must’ve got in trouble and we just got out of there as fast as we could. We didn’t want any trouble.”
“The officer said you guys were naked.” John stated flatly.
“We were getting dressed after going swimming!” Dean cried out, his face flushing at the memories of what had really happened but obviously being misconstrued as anger.
Putting his hands up in defeat, John called a time out. “Alright, whatever you boys say. But stay out of trouble!” And then he was getting up from the table in the back yard of Bailey’s country home and walking in the general direction of the barbeque.
Turning his head back to Sam he whispered, “You saved me.”
“No, I saved myself.” He corrected, taking a drink from his water and swigging it around in his mouth.
Grinning cockily, Dean leaned back in his seat, his arms folded across his chest. “Ya sure. You know you’re whipped.”
Sam rolled his eyes. “Oh ya, you’ve got me wrapped around your short little finger.”
Dean’s expression changed at a comical pace and he cried out in outrage, “I’m not short! You’re the sasquatch!”
“Pffft, whatever you say, Mr. Short and Bossy.”
Dean glared and, making a noise in the back of his throat, hissed, “You. Bedroom. Naked. Now!”
Sam’s eyes widened at first before narrowing hungrily. Getting up casually from his seat he stated simply, “Race ya, girlfriend.”
Dean barely saw him go it was so fast. “Hey! You! Wait up! Unfair advantage! You’re to tall and your legs are longer! Sammy!” He called out, running after his younger brother as if the devil were on his heels. Which he most likely was. Because it was all too obvious that all the Winchesters were going straight to hell. Yet when you really thought about it, did it honestly matter?
The End