Ten, twenty and the beyond (gas station - team schmoop)
Title: Ten, twenty and the beyond
Author: mikhale
Pairing: Sam/Dean
Rating: R
Wordcount: 900+
Spoilers: vague spoliers for S2 Finale
Notes:
Yes, I am late. But I prevail! This was supposedly for June 5 schmoop for the 'gas station' prompt. But I suck like that. So.
Ten, twenty, and the beyond
In a gas station in Ohio, Dean refills the Impala and pats her, making cooing noises.
Sam comes back from the store, raising his eyebrows at Dean. Dean grunts and gives the Impala a final pat.
When Dean passes him, Sam hooks a finger into one of Dean's belt loops. He tugs once then lets go, smirking at him all the way.
*
In Kentucky, Sam watches the sweat on the back of Dean's neck. He knows what it tastes like.
He runs the pad of his thumb there, feeling the slick, greasy slide of perspiration. Dean hums softly.
Afterwards, he wipes his thumb on Dean's shirt and says "we need to do laundry."
Dean sniffs his shirt, shrugs and looks for a Laundromat.
*
Sam's looking at the shelves, deciding between Lucky Charms and Coco Puffs.
Dean is busy trying to shoplift, stuffing packets of cookies into the pockets of his jacket.
"Give it back, Dean!"
"Dude, it's just cookies!"
"I'm not going to go to jail for shoplifting cookies!"
There was a small tussle in the second aisle. Sam won by putting his hand down Dean's pants, using the distraction to fish the cookies out.
In the car, Dean discovers a small rip in his jacket and raises hell.
"I'll stitch it later." Sam says, opening a packet of legally acquired cookies.
"That's right," Dean says. "Coz you're my bitch."
Sam smiles at him, bits of cookies stuck between his teeth.
*
Trees, cows and fields pass by the windows and Sam sees it all on a blur.
One year.
That's all he has left with Dean.
Fifty miles later, he discovers he has his hand on Dean's thigh.
At the next gas station, Dean will discover it as well.
*
"We got Lucky Charms, Mountain Dew, some cupcakes and beef jerky." Sam says.
"Gimme some meat, dude." Dean says and holds out his hand impatiently.
Sam throws him the jerky and watches as it hits Dean's face.
"Bitch!" Dean says and launches himself at Sam.
*
It's dark out and they're lying on the car seats. They're parked near a gas station, waiting for it to open because Sam is against stealing petrol.
Dean calls Sam a wet blanket and banishes him to the backseat.
"No, Dean. We're not stealing gas from people who depend on this gas station to send their kids to school."
"Would it be better if they were drug pushers?"
"No."
"What if they were money launderers?"
Sam sighs end tries to get comfy in the backseat. Five minutes later, he's scowling into the black vinyl and cursing it for being so shiny and yet uncomfortable.
"Tell me a story, Dean." he says into the dark.
There's a few moments of silence before Dean replies. "You wanna hear the one about the moon and cheese?"
Sam smiles. "Yeah, sure."
He hears Dean take a deep breath. "One night, Sammy the Mouse decided that the moon was made of cheese."
Later, in the middle of the story, Sam yawns and pushes himself up from backseat. He clambers into the front seat and drops unceremoniously on Dean.
Dean curses and grumbles in his ear and puts his hand on Sam's hair.
*
"This is Sam, I'm busy right now. Leave a message after the tone. If this is my brother and you're still being a jerk, don't bother."
"Sam, I can see your nose. It's huge!"
"Sam, I'm stretching out your underwear again."
"Sam, I think I used your shirt to wipe that stain on the floor."
"Sam, that huffing off was awesome. You looked like a total chick!"
"Sam, god, I wish you were fucking here. Your mouth on my cock, just sucking. I know you love that. And then later, I can fuck you on your back and- nnnng."
"Sam, your fly's open."
"Sam, for god sakes, stop walking around with a fucking hard-on!"
"Sam, while you're out, get some lube, will ya? I want the chocolate one. None of that strawberry chick shit."
"Sam, get the extra large condoms. You're not gonna fit in the medium one."
"I miss your ugly mug. I'm sorry about the bar earlier, Sammy. Come back to the motel."
*
Dean's leaning on the side of the car, arms folded on the roof. Sam stands next to him.
"The bathroom locks." he says.
Dean looks at him, eyes going lower and resting on the bulge on Sam's pants. If Dean doesn't go to the bathroom right this fucking minute, Sam is going to strip his pants off right here in this gas station and rub himself against Dean's hip until he comes.
Dean smiles at him and pushes off the car, walking towards the bathroom.
"Finally." Sam mutters and follows him.
Author: mikhale
Pairing: Sam/Dean
Rating: R
Wordcount: 900+
Spoilers: vague spoliers for S2 Finale
Notes:
Yes, I am late. But I prevail! This was supposedly for June 5 schmoop for the 'gas station' prompt. But I suck like that. So.
Ten, twenty, and the beyond
In a gas station in Ohio, Dean refills the Impala and pats her, making cooing noises.
Sam comes back from the store, raising his eyebrows at Dean. Dean grunts and gives the Impala a final pat.
When Dean passes him, Sam hooks a finger into one of Dean's belt loops. He tugs once then lets go, smirking at him all the way.
*
In Kentucky, Sam watches the sweat on the back of Dean's neck. He knows what it tastes like.
He runs the pad of his thumb there, feeling the slick, greasy slide of perspiration. Dean hums softly.
Afterwards, he wipes his thumb on Dean's shirt and says "we need to do laundry."
Dean sniffs his shirt, shrugs and looks for a Laundromat.
*
Sam's looking at the shelves, deciding between Lucky Charms and Coco Puffs.
Dean is busy trying to shoplift, stuffing packets of cookies into the pockets of his jacket.
"Give it back, Dean!"
"Dude, it's just cookies!"
"I'm not going to go to jail for shoplifting cookies!"
There was a small tussle in the second aisle. Sam won by putting his hand down Dean's pants, using the distraction to fish the cookies out.
In the car, Dean discovers a small rip in his jacket and raises hell.
"I'll stitch it later." Sam says, opening a packet of legally acquired cookies.
"That's right," Dean says. "Coz you're my bitch."
Sam smiles at him, bits of cookies stuck between his teeth.
*
Trees, cows and fields pass by the windows and Sam sees it all on a blur.
One year.
That's all he has left with Dean.
Fifty miles later, he discovers he has his hand on Dean's thigh.
At the next gas station, Dean will discover it as well.
*
"We got Lucky Charms, Mountain Dew, some cupcakes and beef jerky." Sam says.
"Gimme some meat, dude." Dean says and holds out his hand impatiently.
Sam throws him the jerky and watches as it hits Dean's face.
"Bitch!" Dean says and launches himself at Sam.
*
It's dark out and they're lying on the car seats. They're parked near a gas station, waiting for it to open because Sam is against stealing petrol.
Dean calls Sam a wet blanket and banishes him to the backseat.
"No, Dean. We're not stealing gas from people who depend on this gas station to send their kids to school."
"Would it be better if they were drug pushers?"
"No."
"What if they were money launderers?"
Sam sighs end tries to get comfy in the backseat. Five minutes later, he's scowling into the black vinyl and cursing it for being so shiny and yet uncomfortable.
"Tell me a story, Dean." he says into the dark.
There's a few moments of silence before Dean replies. "You wanna hear the one about the moon and cheese?"
Sam smiles. "Yeah, sure."
He hears Dean take a deep breath. "One night, Sammy the Mouse decided that the moon was made of cheese."
Later, in the middle of the story, Sam yawns and pushes himself up from backseat. He clambers into the front seat and drops unceremoniously on Dean.
Dean curses and grumbles in his ear and puts his hand on Sam's hair.
*
"This is Sam, I'm busy right now. Leave a message after the tone. If this is my brother and you're still being a jerk, don't bother."
"Sam, I can see your nose. It's huge!"
"Sam, I'm stretching out your underwear again."
"Sam, I think I used your shirt to wipe that stain on the floor."
"Sam, that huffing off was awesome. You looked like a total chick!"
"Sam, god, I wish you were fucking here. Your mouth on my cock, just sucking. I know you love that. And then later, I can fuck you on your back and- nnnng."
"Sam, your fly's open."
"Sam, for god sakes, stop walking around with a fucking hard-on!"
"Sam, while you're out, get some lube, will ya? I want the chocolate one. None of that strawberry chick shit."
"Sam, get the extra large condoms. You're not gonna fit in the medium one."
"I miss your ugly mug. I'm sorry about the bar earlier, Sammy. Come back to the motel."
*
Dean's leaning on the side of the car, arms folded on the roof. Sam stands next to him.
"The bathroom locks." he says.
Dean looks at him, eyes going lower and resting on the bulge on Sam's pants. If Dean doesn't go to the bathroom right this fucking minute, Sam is going to strip his pants off right here in this gas station and rub himself against Dean's hip until he comes.
Dean smiles at him and pushes off the car, walking towards the bathroom.
"Finally." Sam mutters and follows him.