Fic: Hard Row to Hoe (All by Yourself) Chapter 5 of 5
Chapter Four
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“I never thought I’d see this again,” Sam says with a note of wonder in his voice.
“What? This?” Dean asks, lying stretched out on his bed, clad only in a smile.
“Yeah, this,” Sam answers, approaching the bed carefully, like if he moves too suddenly Dean will disappear like a mirage on the horizon. “You’re really here, aren’t you?”
“Come find out, Sammy,” Dean says, rolling onto his side and patting the bed next to him.
Sam takes his clothes off without breaking his locked gaze with Dean. He lays down with him, without touching yet, only tracing his form with his eyes.
“Can I touch you yet, Sammy?” Dean asks, sounding hesitant.
Sam doesn’t seem to be able to speak, overwhelmed with the moment, he just nods slowly.
Dean’s hand first traces his face, brushing over his eyelashes, the tip of his nose, lingering on his lips. Sam’s lips part and his tongue flicks out to taste the skin of Dean’s fingertips. Dean can see him breathe in deeply.
“What’s wrong?” Dean asks.
“Nothing. Not a thing. You just smell and taste right again, it’s really you,” Sam says with a smile that’s threatening to break his face.
“I keep telling you to find out, Sammy; c’mon, you touch me now,” Dean urges.
Sam lifts a hesitant hand to trace Dean’s collarbones, feel the fluttering pulse in his neck, the softness of the skin behind his ear. Dean lets his head’s weight sink into Sam’s hand.
“I can’t believe you came back to me, Dean.”
“I always will. I promised, remember?” Dean asks.
“Yeah I know, but this was different. I’m just…well thank you, for what you did. I know it probably would have been easier to just stay a demon.”
“No, that’s not how it was. The hardest thing was staying away from you all that time. Crowley had to work real hard to distract me.”
“I don’t want to hear about that, what you did with him. Unless you need to talk or something,” Sam admits.
“No, what happened with Crowley can stay with him for all I care, not something I need to dwell on. You on the other hand, you are what I’m all about right now, Sammy,” Dean says with that languorous purr that is his tell, his I’m-so-turned-on-I’ll-do-anything tell.
“I’m okay with that idea, as long as I can be all about you,” Sam answers, rolling Dean over and slipping them both together into one hand, moving and pressing their hard lengths until he hears Dean make the noise that means you better keep going or else. Sam’s hand speeds up, and both of them thrust into the slick, grasping tunnel he’s made. Dean’s hand grips onto Sam’s for more strength and friction and they spend themselves against each other in a wild few moments of bliss that no one will clearly remember. They wipe their hands off on their discarded shirts and pull the blankets over their bodies, snuggling down into the bed.
“Cas is happy having her here, you did a good thing, Dean,” Sam says as they’re slipping off to sleep, finally together.
“Never thought we’d be roomies with a demon by choice, but yeah, she’s good for him,” Dean agrees.
The sounds from down the hallway don’t quite reach their ears enough to bother them. Later, as night falls, the bunker goes quiet, the two couples wrapped up in each other and ignoring the rest of the world. At least for one night.
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