Sam/Dean Drabbles, PG-R
And here’s the Sam/Dean drabbles. Only two.
Prompt: ”Sleep talking”
Do Impalas Dream of Electric Deans?
“Oooh. Oh yeah, baby. Just like that.”
Sam woke up groggily. “What? Dean?” His eyes blinked open only to discover Dean’s were still fully closed.
“You’re so smooth.” Dean was cooing into his pillow, body moving slow and sensuously. “God, I love you.”
Sam perked up. Dean had never told him he loved him. Not since they were lovers. It seemed okay to him before, as brothers, but to actually dignify their relationship Dean apparently had to be dreaming.
“So shiny and slick. Oh, yeah.” Dean’s hands were moving in a gentle caress. Sam scooted closer. “You’re always so good to me. So good, baby.”
Sam smiled. Damn right, he was!
“Yes, purr for me. Perfect. You like that oil, don’t you?” Dean’s lips curved into a loving smile. “Bought it just for you. Only the best for you.”
Sam frowned. Oil, huh? Maybe Dean was dreaming about giving him a massage? Oh man, why did he never do that in real life? But hey! He didn’t purr!
“Want me to take you for a ride, now that you’re all sparkly? The way you gleam in the sunlight, you deserve to be admired. I want everyone to look at you, see you’re mine. Oh how jealous they’ll all be.”
Sam’s mouth hung slack. Okay…
“But you’re mine, baby. Only mine. Don’t worry. I won’t let Sammy molest you again. I’ll take care of you. I’ll make it all better.”
Okay, what the…? “Dean!” Sam’s voice was sharp. “Dean, wake up.” Sam shoved him hard enough to almost push Dean out of bed.
“Bzuh?” Dean squinted up at him. ”Sam? What…” His hand flew under his pillow, grabbing his gun. “What’s wrong?” Suddenly he was on full alert.
Sam just stared at him. “You were dreaming about her, weren’t you?”
“What?” Dean slowly dropped the gun, looking thoroughly confused.
“The Impala, Dean. You were dreaming about the Impala. Again.” His voice dropped. He should have known.
“The fuck?” Dean rubbed at his eyes. “You jealous, Sammy?”
And Dean had the audacity to grin at that. Sam seethed. “No. ‘Course not. Just a damn car.”
“Don’t insult my baby!” Dean warned him, then he smirked again. “Fuck me, you are.”
“Shut up.” Sam pouted and rolled over, away from Dean. It didn’t take long for Dean to spoon him, wrapping his arms firmly around his body and nuzzling his neck.
”You know you’re the only one for me, Sammy.” And Sam might have even believed it, if Dean wouldn’t still be so obviously suppressing his laughter.
“Jerk.” Sam squirmed, but he couldn’t deny that his body showed great interest in the way Dean’s dick was rubbing against his ass right now.
“Bitch. You woke me up, now you have to tire me out again.” Dean bit his neck and Sam was tempted, for a second, to tell him to go shove it and sleep in his precious Impala tonight, but who was he kidding? And it’s not like he was actually jealous of a stupid car. No, really. He wasn’t.
And it was completely unintentional when he was slamming her door too hard, or spilled soda over her hood, or let go of the clutch too early in the few times that Dean let him drive. She was just a piece of metal. She could handle it.
*****
”Kitty” for moonbeamdancer
Dean frowned. Sammy was acting weirder than usual. And that was saying a lot for his kid brother. Sam was only eleven, but he was a constant hassle. Always asking questions, demanding food, demanding books, demanding to stay when they had to leave again. Demanding a real home, a house, with a garden and a dog. As if a dog would like to live in the impala with them. The poor thing would go nuts on their long drives. Sammy had nodded and said he understood.
But these days, he was sneaking out. And he was hoarding food. Dean sighed. It was time to put an end to this before things got out of hand and Sam would get too attached. So he followed Sam outside after dinner and found his brother bend over a bush near their window.
“Sammy. What you doing there?”
Sam flinched and turned around, shocked. “D...Dean.” He bit his lip and hid something under his jacket. “Nothing. Just studying the flowers, is all. It’s for a science project.”
Dean raised his eyebrow. “What project? You didn’t tell me about it.”
”Yeah, ‘cause you’d tell me it was girly. Watching the growth of a flower.” Sam stuck out his chin. The little bitch was becoming real good at lying. Dean crept closer.
“So what flower do we have here?” He leaned over to find a paper box hidden just behind the bushes, but no flowers. “Boxus brownus?”
”Shut up.” Sam glared at him defiantly, still cradling whatever he was hiding against his chest.
Dean sighed. “Sammy, come on. I know you’re hiding a dog out here. We’ve been over this.”
”My name’s Sam.” He pouted. “And I’m not hiding a dog.” Dean gave him a look, but Sam remained stubborn. “I swear.”
“Alright, so unless you’re feeding a homeless midget, then what, Sammy?” Dean reached over and forced Sam to open his jacket. “What the fuck?” A cat? A teeny, tiny baby cat?
“Shush. You’re scaring her.” Sam stroked it’s head and cooed at it. “Don’t be scared, kitty. My brother may sound mean, but he won’t hurt you.” Sam held the bundle of fur up to him. “Right?”
Dean opened and closed his mouth a few times, unsure what to say. The damn fur ball was… dammit, it was fucking cute! He fought hard to bite back a smile, but it broke though anyways when he bend down to scratch at it’s head.
“See?” Sam beamed. “You like her. Can we keep her, Dean? Can we?” He looked up at Dean with his big eyes. “She’s tiny and cats can stay indoors. She won’t mind riding in the impala with us. She won’t even make a noise.”
Right on cue, the damn thing started purring. Dean flinched away and clenched his fists. Hard. God dammit! Why was it always him that had to do this? Where was dad? “No, Sammy. We can’t.”
“But… but…” Sam’s bottom lip started quivering and he held the cat out to him again. “Look at her, Dean! Look at her! She has no one else. I found her in a dark alley behind school. She’ll die without me. Without us.”
Dean had to look away. “You can’t keep her, Sam. It’s better if you just set her free now, before you get too attached. It’s an animal. It’ll find food out there. That’s how they work.” Dean couldn’t bear to look at the tiny fluff bundle for another second. Fuck, fuck, fuck! “She better not be here anymore when dad comes home.”
He turned and walked back into the house, but not before he couldn’t hear Sam’s parting words. “I hate you, Dean. I hate you so much.”
Dean closed the door and collapsed against it, squeezing the bridge of his nose. He was not going to let this get to him. He wasn’t. They couldn’t keep the cat. Sam was glad it was him, who found her. Dean feared for what their father would have done to the cat in his place. He swallowed hard, the images of that sobering him up quickly. Least now the cat had a chance. She’d find some mice. Or birds. Baby birds. And baby mice. Since that kitty wasn’t even big enough to…
Dean banged his fist against the door and ran up to his room. Sam wouldn’t come up to follow him for along time, he was sure of that.
Prompt: ”Sleep talking”
Do Impalas Dream of Electric Deans?
“Oooh. Oh yeah, baby. Just like that.”
Sam woke up groggily. “What? Dean?” His eyes blinked open only to discover Dean’s were still fully closed.
“You’re so smooth.” Dean was cooing into his pillow, body moving slow and sensuously. “God, I love you.”
Sam perked up. Dean had never told him he loved him. Not since they were lovers. It seemed okay to him before, as brothers, but to actually dignify their relationship Dean apparently had to be dreaming.
“So shiny and slick. Oh, yeah.” Dean’s hands were moving in a gentle caress. Sam scooted closer. “You’re always so good to me. So good, baby.”
Sam smiled. Damn right, he was!
“Yes, purr for me. Perfect. You like that oil, don’t you?” Dean’s lips curved into a loving smile. “Bought it just for you. Only the best for you.”
Sam frowned. Oil, huh? Maybe Dean was dreaming about giving him a massage? Oh man, why did he never do that in real life? But hey! He didn’t purr!
“Want me to take you for a ride, now that you’re all sparkly? The way you gleam in the sunlight, you deserve to be admired. I want everyone to look at you, see you’re mine. Oh how jealous they’ll all be.”
Sam’s mouth hung slack. Okay…
“But you’re mine, baby. Only mine. Don’t worry. I won’t let Sammy molest you again. I’ll take care of you. I’ll make it all better.”
Okay, what the…? “Dean!” Sam’s voice was sharp. “Dean, wake up.” Sam shoved him hard enough to almost push Dean out of bed.
“Bzuh?” Dean squinted up at him. ”Sam? What…” His hand flew under his pillow, grabbing his gun. “What’s wrong?” Suddenly he was on full alert.
Sam just stared at him. “You were dreaming about her, weren’t you?”
“What?” Dean slowly dropped the gun, looking thoroughly confused.
“The Impala, Dean. You were dreaming about the Impala. Again.” His voice dropped. He should have known.
“The fuck?” Dean rubbed at his eyes. “You jealous, Sammy?”
And Dean had the audacity to grin at that. Sam seethed. “No. ‘Course not. Just a damn car.”
“Don’t insult my baby!” Dean warned him, then he smirked again. “Fuck me, you are.”
“Shut up.” Sam pouted and rolled over, away from Dean. It didn’t take long for Dean to spoon him, wrapping his arms firmly around his body and nuzzling his neck.
”You know you’re the only one for me, Sammy.” And Sam might have even believed it, if Dean wouldn’t still be so obviously suppressing his laughter.
“Jerk.” Sam squirmed, but he couldn’t deny that his body showed great interest in the way Dean’s dick was rubbing against his ass right now.
“Bitch. You woke me up, now you have to tire me out again.” Dean bit his neck and Sam was tempted, for a second, to tell him to go shove it and sleep in his precious Impala tonight, but who was he kidding? And it’s not like he was actually jealous of a stupid car. No, really. He wasn’t.
And it was completely unintentional when he was slamming her door too hard, or spilled soda over her hood, or let go of the clutch too early in the few times that Dean let him drive. She was just a piece of metal. She could handle it.
*****
”Kitty” for moonbeamdancer
Dean frowned. Sammy was acting weirder than usual. And that was saying a lot for his kid brother. Sam was only eleven, but he was a constant hassle. Always asking questions, demanding food, demanding books, demanding to stay when they had to leave again. Demanding a real home, a house, with a garden and a dog. As if a dog would like to live in the impala with them. The poor thing would go nuts on their long drives. Sammy had nodded and said he understood.
But these days, he was sneaking out. And he was hoarding food. Dean sighed. It was time to put an end to this before things got out of hand and Sam would get too attached. So he followed Sam outside after dinner and found his brother bend over a bush near their window.
“Sammy. What you doing there?”
Sam flinched and turned around, shocked. “D...Dean.” He bit his lip and hid something under his jacket. “Nothing. Just studying the flowers, is all. It’s for a science project.”
Dean raised his eyebrow. “What project? You didn’t tell me about it.”
”Yeah, ‘cause you’d tell me it was girly. Watching the growth of a flower.” Sam stuck out his chin. The little bitch was becoming real good at lying. Dean crept closer.
“So what flower do we have here?” He leaned over to find a paper box hidden just behind the bushes, but no flowers. “Boxus brownus?”
”Shut up.” Sam glared at him defiantly, still cradling whatever he was hiding against his chest.
Dean sighed. “Sammy, come on. I know you’re hiding a dog out here. We’ve been over this.”
”My name’s Sam.” He pouted. “And I’m not hiding a dog.” Dean gave him a look, but Sam remained stubborn. “I swear.”
“Alright, so unless you’re feeding a homeless midget, then what, Sammy?” Dean reached over and forced Sam to open his jacket. “What the fuck?” A cat? A teeny, tiny baby cat?
“Shush. You’re scaring her.” Sam stroked it’s head and cooed at it. “Don’t be scared, kitty. My brother may sound mean, but he won’t hurt you.” Sam held the bundle of fur up to him. “Right?”
Dean opened and closed his mouth a few times, unsure what to say. The damn fur ball was… dammit, it was fucking cute! He fought hard to bite back a smile, but it broke though anyways when he bend down to scratch at it’s head.
“See?” Sam beamed. “You like her. Can we keep her, Dean? Can we?” He looked up at Dean with his big eyes. “She’s tiny and cats can stay indoors. She won’t mind riding in the impala with us. She won’t even make a noise.”
Right on cue, the damn thing started purring. Dean flinched away and clenched his fists. Hard. God dammit! Why was it always him that had to do this? Where was dad? “No, Sammy. We can’t.”
“But… but…” Sam’s bottom lip started quivering and he held the cat out to him again. “Look at her, Dean! Look at her! She has no one else. I found her in a dark alley behind school. She’ll die without me. Without us.”
Dean had to look away. “You can’t keep her, Sam. It’s better if you just set her free now, before you get too attached. It’s an animal. It’ll find food out there. That’s how they work.” Dean couldn’t bear to look at the tiny fluff bundle for another second. Fuck, fuck, fuck! “She better not be here anymore when dad comes home.”
He turned and walked back into the house, but not before he couldn’t hear Sam’s parting words. “I hate you, Dean. I hate you so much.”
Dean closed the door and collapsed against it, squeezing the bridge of his nose. He was not going to let this get to him. He wasn’t. They couldn’t keep the cat. Sam was glad it was him, who found her. Dean feared for what their father would have done to the cat in his place. He swallowed hard, the images of that sobering him up quickly. Least now the cat had a chance. She’d find some mice. Or birds. Baby birds. And baby mice. Since that kitty wasn’t even big enough to…
Dean banged his fist against the door and ran up to his room. Sam wouldn’t come up to follow him for along time, he was sure of that.