Fic: I'm in pain
Title: I’m in pain.
Chapter: 1/1 (possible sequel if you like it)
Author: snfan3
Rating: PG-13
Fandom: Supernatural
Characters/Pairing: Sam/Dean
Warnings: Minor wincest. No spoilers, but a fair bit of schmoop!
Beta: unbeta’d (but I’ll fix that soon, I promise!)
Words: 1 440
Feedback: Yes please - it’s what I live for! :D
Disclaimer: I don’t own them… oh but a girl can dream!
AN: This fic is dedicated to Zenamydog whose birthday it is today. Hope this cheers you up girl! Thanks for the inspiration :p ♥
Sam looked up as dean stumbled in through the door of their current hotel room. A grunt was all he got before Dean dropped gingerly onto the bed and lay down on his stomach, still fully clothed.
“What the hell happened to you?” Sam asked worriedly, wondering how exactly Dean’s night ‘out with the ladies’ had gone wrong this time.
“Nothin,” Dean groaned without moving, “Just tired.”
Sam rolled his eyes. Yeah right, I’ve heard that one before… but he’s not bleeding so it can’t be that bad. Truth be told, Sam was still kinda pissed that Dean had even wanted to go out in search of girls. They’d been together for a few months now, and while sure, they hadn’t actually done it yet, there certainly hadn’t been any lack of action in the bedroom… at least Sam had thought so until last night…
Unconsciously deciding to be petty about things, Sam stood from his chair and moved towards Dean’s bed. “Soooo, let me guess…” In true annoying little brother style, he flopped onto Dean’s bed and poked him in the back.
Dean’s hiss of pain stopped him voicing any of his theories on stolen wives or hustled bikers… not that those weren’t a possibility, but it was suddenly obvious that his brother was actually hurt.
“Where are you hurt?” Sam asked seriously as his pulled himself carefully off the bed and moved to crouch in front of Dean.
He was met with a slightly pale and sweaty face. Green eyes peeked out above lightly flushed cheeks “’m fine Sammy,” Dean mumbled before his eyes slid closed again.
Chewing on his bottom lip, Sam reached out his hand and placed it against Dean’s forehead. Dean jerked at the sudden contact then hissed again…presumably from pain caused by his sudden movement.
“You don’t feel hot, so you’re not sick; which means you’re hurt,” Sam said firmly. “Now tell me what happened and where you’re hurt.”
Dean huffed out an annoyed breath and kept his eyes firmly closed.
“Dean…” Sam warned.
“Sam…” Dean mimicked.
“I’m not kidding around here.”
“Oh for fucks sake Sam! I hurt my back okay? You happy? Now can I get some peace and quiet or do I have to shoot you?”
Completely ignoring Dean’s grumpy mood, (he had after all grown up with the guy), Sam moved to carefully pull up the back of Dean’s jacket and shirt. “How’d you hurt it?” he murmured, silently running thorough the items in their med-kit and wondering if he’d need to pick up anything.
Dean moved to stop Sam as he pulled up his shirt, a whimper escaping his throat as his had dropped back to his side.
Spurred on by the sound of his brother’s pain, Sam quickly and gently lifted Dean’s shirt and searched for the injury. “What the…” Sam trailed off, pulled the shirt higher and gave Dean’s back a closer inspection. “Dean, there’s not a mark on you…” Sam said puzzled.
He glanced back at his brother’s face and saw that the rosy hue to his cheeks had now grown to red and was quickly spreading up to his ears. Bastard’s hiding something!
“Dean,” Sam growled, now more pissed than concerned. “What exactly did you do to your back?”
He was met once more with silence as Dean turned his head and attempted to bury it in the pillow.
Oh no, you’re not getting away from this that easily. “Dean,” Sam snapped, “tell me what you… oh, right.” Suddenly things were clicking into place. Dean had spent the night with a girl and… yeah, so don’t want to go there.
“Well, I hope she was worth it,” he whispered as he backed away from his brother’s side and felt his heart clench inside his chest. “I’ll just let you get some sleep.”
He made it all the way to the bathroom door before he heard Dean’s soft response. “You really are an idiot, you know that right?”
Sam stopped and turned; watching as his brother tentatively rolled himself onto his back and make eye contact with him.
“I wasn’t with a girl Sammy.” Dean sounded almost sad at that statement. “And you’re a moron for actually thinking that I’d do that to you. I mean, do you seriously think I’d just run off and…” His words trailed off and he broke eye contact to stare at the ceiling.
“But…” Sam inched back towards the bed. “You said…you said last night that you needed some time to go out with the ladies and…”
“Yeah, Sammy, but I didn’t think you’d actually believe me.”
Sam wasn’t sure what to think. His brother had said he needed a night out without him, a night with the ladies, but now…
“I just needed some money,” Dean confessed.
“Huh?” Dean’s words didn’t make sense, we’re fine for money…aren’t we?
“Oh jeez Sammy, you really are dense.” Dean smirked as though he found that funny, and now Sam was totally confused.
“What on earth are you talking about?” Sam complained as he shuffled the final steps towards the bed. “You’re not making any sense, Dean, did you hit your head?”
With a sign dean rolled his eyes away from the ceiling. “Sam, what day is it?”
“Thursday,” Sam said promptly.
“Yeees,” Dean drew out, sounding mildly annoyed. “And what date is it?”
“Oh, umm… June 30th.”
Dean looked at him expectantly.
Sam frowned. What on earth does the date have to do with… oh crap! How could I forget? “It’s my birthday in two days,” he stated surprized.
“Yatzee,” Dean confirmed.
“But then, why did you…” A low growl cut off his sentence.
“Fine. I’m gonna say this once and only once so listen carefully and if you even think of laughing I will so kick your butt.” Dean threw in a warning glare for good measure and Sam held his hands up in surrender; heart already lighter from the knowledge that Dean hadn’t been with anyone else last night.
“I needed money to get you a present and I saw that they were having a bull riding contest last night at the bar down the road. Grand prize was $400 bucks if you could say on for a whole minute, so I decided to give it a shot.”
“You hurt yourself falling off a mechanical bull?” Sam asked, desperately fighting down the laughter he new Dean would skin him alive for if he heard.
“Hell no, I didn’t fall off the bull! Who the hell do you think I am; some wannabe? I stayed on the bull and won the prize. I just kinda… gave myself backlash or something.” Dean attempted a shrug, only to grimace at the move.
Sam melted at the sight of his brother; in pain because of him. “So you gave yourself… ahh, backlash for me?” said asked uncertainly.
“Yes, Sam. I gave myself backlash for you. It’s like whiplash…only in your back not your neck.”
“Right,” Sam chuckled. “You really are a softy you know that right?”
“Am not!”
“Oh you so are,” Sam teased as he crawled carefully up the bed to lie beside his brother. “You wanted to get me something special for my birthday so you could surprise me and you put yourself in yourself in danger to do it.” He leaned over and placed a tender kiss to Dean’s lips.
“Whatever,” Dean sighed, moving back in to kiss Sam again.
Running his tongue against Dean’s, Sam shifted forward to give himself better access but stopped quickly when Dean groaned with pain.
“Shit, sorry. I’ll get you something for the pain,” he rushed out, already moving off the bed in search of their supplies.
Dean moaned behind. “No, Sam, just come back over here,” he whined.
Sam smiled smugly at the needy look on his brother’s face. “Oh don’t worry,” he assured. “I’m not going anywhere. I just need to get you doped up enough to actually be able to move and get your clothes off and then you’re all mine.”
Dean’s eyes darkened with lust at Sam’s words, his jean tenting conspicuously in response.
Snatching up their Codeine pills, Sam returned to the bed and passed two to dean. “Well.” He grinned mischievously. “Good to see your other muscles are working okay.”
With a low laugh, Dean raised one arm and pulled Sam down for another kiss. “Just give me ten minutes little brother… Then I’ll teach you something new for your birthday.”
Shivering at Dean’s word, Sam lent in a kissed his way up the side of Dean’s neck. “Deal,” he murmured in his ear.
Oh yeah, Sam thought. This was going to be his best birthday ever…
The End.
AN from snfan3: Just a quick something I whipped up to try and cheer up Zenamydog who has hurt her back on her birthday of all days! Like I said above, it’s not beta’d so feel free to point out any misspellings! ♥
Chapter: 1/1 (possible sequel if you like it)
Author: snfan3
Rating: PG-13
Fandom: Supernatural
Characters/Pairing: Sam/Dean
Warnings: Minor wincest. No spoilers, but a fair bit of schmoop!
Beta: unbeta’d (but I’ll fix that soon, I promise!)
Words: 1 440
Feedback: Yes please - it’s what I live for! :D
Disclaimer: I don’t own them… oh but a girl can dream!
AN: This fic is dedicated to Zenamydog whose birthday it is today. Hope this cheers you up girl! Thanks for the inspiration :p ♥
Sam looked up as dean stumbled in through the door of their current hotel room. A grunt was all he got before Dean dropped gingerly onto the bed and lay down on his stomach, still fully clothed.
“What the hell happened to you?” Sam asked worriedly, wondering how exactly Dean’s night ‘out with the ladies’ had gone wrong this time.
“Nothin,” Dean groaned without moving, “Just tired.”
Sam rolled his eyes. Yeah right, I’ve heard that one before… but he’s not bleeding so it can’t be that bad. Truth be told, Sam was still kinda pissed that Dean had even wanted to go out in search of girls. They’d been together for a few months now, and while sure, they hadn’t actually done it yet, there certainly hadn’t been any lack of action in the bedroom… at least Sam had thought so until last night…
Unconsciously deciding to be petty about things, Sam stood from his chair and moved towards Dean’s bed. “Soooo, let me guess…” In true annoying little brother style, he flopped onto Dean’s bed and poked him in the back.
Dean’s hiss of pain stopped him voicing any of his theories on stolen wives or hustled bikers… not that those weren’t a possibility, but it was suddenly obvious that his brother was actually hurt.
“Where are you hurt?” Sam asked seriously as his pulled himself carefully off the bed and moved to crouch in front of Dean.
He was met with a slightly pale and sweaty face. Green eyes peeked out above lightly flushed cheeks “’m fine Sammy,” Dean mumbled before his eyes slid closed again.
Chewing on his bottom lip, Sam reached out his hand and placed it against Dean’s forehead. Dean jerked at the sudden contact then hissed again…presumably from pain caused by his sudden movement.
“You don’t feel hot, so you’re not sick; which means you’re hurt,” Sam said firmly. “Now tell me what happened and where you’re hurt.”
Dean huffed out an annoyed breath and kept his eyes firmly closed.
“Dean…” Sam warned.
“Sam…” Dean mimicked.
“I’m not kidding around here.”
“Oh for fucks sake Sam! I hurt my back okay? You happy? Now can I get some peace and quiet or do I have to shoot you?”
Completely ignoring Dean’s grumpy mood, (he had after all grown up with the guy), Sam moved to carefully pull up the back of Dean’s jacket and shirt. “How’d you hurt it?” he murmured, silently running thorough the items in their med-kit and wondering if he’d need to pick up anything.
Dean moved to stop Sam as he pulled up his shirt, a whimper escaping his throat as his had dropped back to his side.
Spurred on by the sound of his brother’s pain, Sam quickly and gently lifted Dean’s shirt and searched for the injury. “What the…” Sam trailed off, pulled the shirt higher and gave Dean’s back a closer inspection. “Dean, there’s not a mark on you…” Sam said puzzled.
He glanced back at his brother’s face and saw that the rosy hue to his cheeks had now grown to red and was quickly spreading up to his ears. Bastard’s hiding something!
“Dean,” Sam growled, now more pissed than concerned. “What exactly did you do to your back?”
He was met once more with silence as Dean turned his head and attempted to bury it in the pillow.
Oh no, you’re not getting away from this that easily. “Dean,” Sam snapped, “tell me what you… oh, right.” Suddenly things were clicking into place. Dean had spent the night with a girl and… yeah, so don’t want to go there.
“Well, I hope she was worth it,” he whispered as he backed away from his brother’s side and felt his heart clench inside his chest. “I’ll just let you get some sleep.”
He made it all the way to the bathroom door before he heard Dean’s soft response. “You really are an idiot, you know that right?”
Sam stopped and turned; watching as his brother tentatively rolled himself onto his back and make eye contact with him.
“I wasn’t with a girl Sammy.” Dean sounded almost sad at that statement. “And you’re a moron for actually thinking that I’d do that to you. I mean, do you seriously think I’d just run off and…” His words trailed off and he broke eye contact to stare at the ceiling.
“But…” Sam inched back towards the bed. “You said…you said last night that you needed some time to go out with the ladies and…”
“Yeah, Sammy, but I didn’t think you’d actually believe me.”
Sam wasn’t sure what to think. His brother had said he needed a night out without him, a night with the ladies, but now…
“I just needed some money,” Dean confessed.
“Huh?” Dean’s words didn’t make sense, we’re fine for money…aren’t we?
“Oh jeez Sammy, you really are dense.” Dean smirked as though he found that funny, and now Sam was totally confused.
“What on earth are you talking about?” Sam complained as he shuffled the final steps towards the bed. “You’re not making any sense, Dean, did you hit your head?”
With a sign dean rolled his eyes away from the ceiling. “Sam, what day is it?”
“Thursday,” Sam said promptly.
“Yeees,” Dean drew out, sounding mildly annoyed. “And what date is it?”
“Oh, umm… June 30th.”
Dean looked at him expectantly.
Sam frowned. What on earth does the date have to do with… oh crap! How could I forget? “It’s my birthday in two days,” he stated surprized.
“Yatzee,” Dean confirmed.
“But then, why did you…” A low growl cut off his sentence.
“Fine. I’m gonna say this once and only once so listen carefully and if you even think of laughing I will so kick your butt.” Dean threw in a warning glare for good measure and Sam held his hands up in surrender; heart already lighter from the knowledge that Dean hadn’t been with anyone else last night.
“I needed money to get you a present and I saw that they were having a bull riding contest last night at the bar down the road. Grand prize was $400 bucks if you could say on for a whole minute, so I decided to give it a shot.”
“You hurt yourself falling off a mechanical bull?” Sam asked, desperately fighting down the laughter he new Dean would skin him alive for if he heard.
“Hell no, I didn’t fall off the bull! Who the hell do you think I am; some wannabe? I stayed on the bull and won the prize. I just kinda… gave myself backlash or something.” Dean attempted a shrug, only to grimace at the move.
Sam melted at the sight of his brother; in pain because of him. “So you gave yourself… ahh, backlash for me?” said asked uncertainly.
“Yes, Sam. I gave myself backlash for you. It’s like whiplash…only in your back not your neck.”
“Right,” Sam chuckled. “You really are a softy you know that right?”
“Am not!”
“Oh you so are,” Sam teased as he crawled carefully up the bed to lie beside his brother. “You wanted to get me something special for my birthday so you could surprise me and you put yourself in yourself in danger to do it.” He leaned over and placed a tender kiss to Dean’s lips.
“Whatever,” Dean sighed, moving back in to kiss Sam again.
Running his tongue against Dean’s, Sam shifted forward to give himself better access but stopped quickly when Dean groaned with pain.
“Shit, sorry. I’ll get you something for the pain,” he rushed out, already moving off the bed in search of their supplies.
Dean moaned behind. “No, Sam, just come back over here,” he whined.
Sam smiled smugly at the needy look on his brother’s face. “Oh don’t worry,” he assured. “I’m not going anywhere. I just need to get you doped up enough to actually be able to move and get your clothes off and then you’re all mine.”
Dean’s eyes darkened with lust at Sam’s words, his jean tenting conspicuously in response.
Snatching up their Codeine pills, Sam returned to the bed and passed two to dean. “Well.” He grinned mischievously. “Good to see your other muscles are working okay.”
With a low laugh, Dean raised one arm and pulled Sam down for another kiss. “Just give me ten minutes little brother… Then I’ll teach you something new for your birthday.”
Shivering at Dean’s word, Sam lent in a kissed his way up the side of Dean’s neck. “Deal,” he murmured in his ear.
Oh yeah, Sam thought. This was going to be his best birthday ever…
The End.
AN from snfan3: Just a quick something I whipped up to try and cheer up Zenamydog who has hurt her back on her birthday of all days! Like I said above, it’s not beta’d so feel free to point out any misspellings! ♥