Supernatural Kink Meme Part 1

[jasontodd]

Supernatural Kink Meme
New Season. New meme.

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Finished 1/2.

[anonymous]

Dean notices it first. Small touches when he's half-asleep, when he's wrapped around Adam and Sam is too, safety in numbers and it's only when both of them surround him that he quiets, that he rests.

A gentle slide up his arm, a curl of fingertips over the sensitive skin of his lower back, soft like a woman's touch and it infiltrates his dreams, turns them sexual, has him waking with half-gasps and a hard-on to beat the band. He's confused, the bodies shifting around him in the dark and then he remembers. Adam. They're all in this bed for Adam.

"Dean, you okay?" It's Sam's voice in the dark, Sam's eyes that glitter at him over Adam's head.

And hell no, he's not okay, he's hard, in bed with his brothers and yeah, nothing wrong over here at all.

He detangles himself, slumps off to the bathroom and puts himself out of his own misery, his right hand slapping away dirty half-thoughts and hazy wicked dreams. By the time he's curled back around them in bed, he's clean again.

It happens again the next night and the next. The fourth time, he's gotta let Sam in on it.

He waits until Adam is in the shower, "Sammy, I can't help with Adam, at night anymore. You gotta let him sleep in your bed." And the look Sam gives him is not as surprised as Dean imagined. In fact, it's a knowing glance, a press of lips before Sam is shaking back his hair, asking questions that Dean doesn't want to answer.

"Are you waking up horny, like you just had an almost wet dream and didn't get to finish? 'Cause it's happening to me, too. I was gonna tell you the same thing. I don't know what the hell is going on with me but I keep waking up with my dick rock hard and it's not good. Keep dreaming of when I was in hell, when I kept getting fucked by every...I mean, ahhh, shit." And Sam's face is flushed, knows he just revealed way more than he wanted to and is ashamed.

Won't meet Dean's eyes until Dean reaches out, clamps a hand over his, and says gently, "It happened to me, too, Sam, remember? I didn't want to tell you about that part. Every goddamn time any fucking demon wanted it, I was...raped and it was awful at first, kept fighting against it but then...over the years...it changed and it became the only time I felt anything other than pain. And then, it wasn't so bad. Hell, I even started to look forward to it." He laughs at that, bitter and defeated.

"Me, too. That's like it was for me." And they both jump at that, hell, didn't even realize Adam was out of the shower but he's looking at them both, towel snug around his hips, still dripping and he walks over to them, drops to his knees in front of them and he's wide open, soul bared and he's letting them in, letting them see.

Sam reaches out first, cups a hand over the bare shoulder and squeezes, continues with the story, his mouth a slash of pain as he voices their thoughts, "Sometimes, when I get overwhelmed with memories of then, I just go numb and all I want to do is feel something again. Anything. Even that. Like it will fill me up, make me whole again, instead of this empty fucking place in my heart that's raw and sore."

Adam nods, "Me, too." and his eyes fill with tears as his voice fades away, shaky and old, "God, me, too. I couldn't help it, had to touch you, waited 'till you were asleep. Needed to connect with...anything, just felt so alone, all the time."

RE: Finished 2/2-reposted to correct order

[anonymous]

And something snaps into place inside Dean's older brother mind, he needs to take care of his family, protect them and make them feel safe, feel loved.

He grabs Adam around the neck, hauls him up onto the bed, losing the towel along the way even as he's tugging Sam in with his other arm, finding Sam's mouth, wet and eager for him. Feels Adam's lips on his neck, pressing in kisses and Dean's holding him close, caressing his skin, encouraging the touches even as Sam's hands are everywhere.

It's hungry and dark, animal instinct and primal need. It's hugging arms and gripping legs, searching hands and plunging fingers, hot tongues that dip and swirl together, opening up and breaking apart. It shatters them and rebuilds, pieces them back together as one mind, as one thought.

It works, God, better than any of them imagined. Adam is crouched low, legs spread wide and Sam's already licked him open while Dean sucked Sam's cock to mind-blowing hardness, slicking him up with spit and love. He gets to watch when Sam shoves in, bottoms out, see's Adam's expression glaze over and slide right into peace as he's filled just like he needs.

And then without thought, Dean's got his face in Sammy's ass, getting him ready with spit and fingers, moving in and out with Sam's rhythm, slow and measured so they can all get there together.

"Come on, Dean. God, please, do it." Sam's need is guttural, ripped from his core and he reaches back, drags a hand over Dean's hip, every inch of him begging for it.

When he thrusts into the sweet darkness, it's better than he ever thought it could be and they melt into each other, harsh breath and pumping hips, Sam's reach around making Adam shiver and shout before he explodes, his tightened grip on Sam's dick ripping out his orgasm. Dean feels the tremors rock through Sam, the clenching on his own length and he's lost, hugging both of his brothers as he loses it, fills Sam up with his come and he's weeping with the strength of it.

They collapse into each other, kissing and touching, letting their bodies communicate without words and Dean's never felt this full, this complete, not since he got pulled out of hell.

No more shame, no more hurt, no more burning flesh and endless nightmares. Now they have each other to fight off the demons in their dreams and make them feel whole and human again.

And the smile on Sam's face, the contentment on Adam's, tells Dean they feel the same way.

-End-