quickfic
Title: Sunset (just toooo much imagination going on there!)
Author: azinza
Pairing: Sam and Dean, Sam's pov
Rating: R
Promt used: i think it was the third one, the Sunset.
Beta: _seraphina_ the great! All my love!
Spoilers: none, pretty much pwp
Warnings: bit of incest and boy/boy sex, but not much.
Disclaimer: not mine at all!
My notes: Written real quick and kept pretty vague on purpose, but not, if you get what I mean.
Dean was swearing at someone about crazy drunk drivers and how it wasn’t safe to walk the streets at night anymore. Sam could hear him through a closed door, and through the pain and the drugged up haze. He tried to call out to him but when he moved, his right arm exploded into a strangely familiar inferno. He couldn’t help the groan that escaped his throat.
Dean was by his side in a second, brushing his brother’s bangs back and whispering “Dude, you ok?”. Even trying to open his eyes was too much for him, and he was gone.
***
Gradually Sam became aware of the dull throb in his right arm. He struggled to remember what had happened. Something about a car… no, that was just Dean talking… there had been a séance to call a spirit into the physical, then there was the physical fight, and it was too quick for details; but feeling himself being thrown through the air and slamming against the side of a building, that wasn’t too quick for details. Sam remembered thinking in all irony “Gee, that night air really is chilly, should’ve bought a scarf,” just before he felt his arm smash into what had to have been a million pieces before he passed out.
Well, he was warm and semi-comfortable now. He was surprised to see he was in hospital. It must’ve been serious if Dean risked the ‘authority figures’ to bring him here. His arm was in a cast and his head was bandaged, but other than that, and the lingering grogginess, he couldn’t feel anything else wrong.
On his left was his big brother, asleep, slumped in a chair with a few days stubble shadowing his chin. Sam’s 22 year old body reacted as though he hadn’t been thrown a hundred feet through the air a few hours ago. He quickly looked away, to quell that totally inappropriate response.
On his right, the curtains were drawn, blocking any view of the whispering person in that corner of the room. He could hear a woman’s voice talking quietly, soothingly. Sam stilled, trying to listen. Sure, it wasn’t the most honourable thing to do, but hey, he could still feel his broken bones grinding dully together, he wasn’t feeling all that charitable at that moment.
“.. and you said you’d take me away from him, fly me away and keep me safe, and you said you’d never leave me. Remember? We were sitting on the hill, we’d had that bottle of wine, and you hugged me and you said the sunset we were watching was the most beautiful sunset you’d ever seen, but nothing compared to me. Remember? And I laughed cos you were being so romantic and my reality consisted of Joe coming home and beating the shit out of me, and my mother being too drunk to care, and you were telling me I’m more beautiful than a sunset. I remember everything you’ve ever said to me, Jamie, everything. You said Sunsets are magical and should only be shared with the person you love right? The person who means everything to you. I knew that night that you’d take care of me. I knew.”
Here she started sobbing.
“Jamie, I don’t want to see another sunset without you!”
Dean stirred, sat up.
“Sammy you’re awake! You good?” he asked immediately.
“Yeah dude, I’m good”.
***
“When can I get this fucking thing off dammit?” Sam cried, thoroughly sick of having to ask Dean to do everything for him bar wiping his ass.
“Dude, relax, the doc said one more week. You can’t wait one more week?”
“It’s god damned itchy Dean! How would you feel if all you wanted to do was scratch an itch but you couldn’t!?”
“You’ve no idea” he said under his breath.
“What the hell does that mean?” Sam all but yelled, somehow taking that line as a personal attack on him.
Dean started laughing. “Look, you’re not the only one frustrated ok? You think I like getting smacked in the head by that plaster everytime you turn around? You think I like staying in this stupid motel room when there’s a corporeal demon out there, you know, killing people?”
“You don’t have to…”
“Ah shut it!” he yelled, still laughing. “You goddamn know I won’t leave this motel room without you. He’s got us on his radar, and you are no good in the field like that!”
They weren’t having a new argument. They had been getting on each others nerves increasingly the last few weeks, due to the intensified conditions they were living in. Both were totally sick of the ridiculous wallpaper. Both had had enough of that smell, wherever the fuck it was coming from (they’d searched and searched and searched but could NOT find the source). Dean hadn’t been out to let off steam, which he generally did most nights, since the accident; too nervous and guilty to leave his brother. And Sam, well, considering his favourite tool, his right arm, and thus his only release, was currently out of operation, all his energy had been channelled towards smothering his stupid debilitating lust.
But Dean’s laughter only served to frustrate Sam even more. He gritted his teeth, and when Dean saw those jaw muscles clench, he only laughed harder.
To hell with having only one functional arm with which to defend himself, Sam thought. He had to get out of there! Five weeks in the same place doing nothing but watching TV and whinging was just too much. He headed for the door. Dean stopped laughing and gripped Sam’s wrist, stopping him from reaching for the handle.
Sam was very ready to extend this fight, the words ‘fuck off’ were forming on his lips, but Dean spoke first.
“Don’t,” he said. His eyes were glowing, but other than that his face was expressionless.
The sincerity in his voice made Sam back away, but he didn’t attempt to escape Dean’s grip. He realised he’d missed the touch of his brother, so innocent and so intense. He hadn’t noticed til this moment that Dean had been very careful since the accident to avoid all physical contact with him.
Dean took steps towards him. Sam could feel the heat coming off his body, and he broke out in a mild sweat. He didn’t know what the hell was going on. Well, no, he knew what his body thought was going on, but the last thing he wanted was his brother to feel how turned on he was right now, so he backed away again.
“If you’re really bored,” Dean mumbled quietly, strengthening his grip. “I know something we could do." And then, Sam figured he must’ve been dreaming, it was the only logical explanation, but his brother’s lips were on his, soft and warm and nice. No, Sam thought, this feels too real. Again he couldn’t help the groan escape from deep in his throat. He had wanted this, and had felt guilty about it for so long. He pushed forward, and Dean, encouraged, used his free hand to cup the front of Sam’s jeans. Sam groaned again, legs a bit wobbly.
Dean pulled back. Sam was almost scared to open his eyes, which he hadn’t even realised were closed, scared to see the look on Dean’s face. But when he did, he saw his own longing reflected in his brother’s gaze and knew it was ok.
“You want to do this little brother?” he asked.
“Yes!” Sam said, without any hesitation. That simple word reassured both of them. Dean kissed him again, rough and hard, gasping and desperate, rubbing and massaging Sam’s cock through his jeans. Sam’s right hand was still snugly in Dean's grip at his side, and the plastered arm was no use. All he could do was push his body as close as he could to his brother’s.
After several hot, sweaty seconds, Dean pulled Sam by his hand to the bed and pushed him roughly down, finally releasing his grip. Before he could react to his new position Dean had pounced, sitting on his knees and undoing the fly of his jeans.
Sam, speechless, struggling to… do… something, felt himself blush solidly as his brother released his cock from the confines of his clothes. So exposed, so dirty! Sam propped himself up on his one good arm. Looking down, they stared at each other for a long moment before Dean took the head into his mouth. Sam’s other head was thrown back and he almost screamed from the sensation of having Dean suck his cock.
Well that was never going to last.
Moments later, after release Sam was vaguely aware of his big warm brother crawling up the bed, and him gently, affectionately, tucking his spent cock back in.
Sam felt himself being kissed on the cheek as his brother settled down, both boys fully clothed, to have a nap.
Quietly, in his most seductive, teasing voice ever, Dean said “so… arm still itchy?”
Sam managed to muster enough energy to whack Dean on the head with the plaster.
***
“Take a left here”.
“Hospital’s this way, dude,” Dean replied without even slowing down.
“Yes, I’m aware of that, Dean. Just take a left would you?”
“No one up here’s gonna be removing that plaster, Sammy”.
“I am also aware of that. Why d’you have to be such a dick? I happen to know what I’m doing ok? Just… trust me."
“Whatever, dude. Still don’t know why you insisted on going to the hospital this late in the afternoon anyway.”
“Dean!”
“Ok ok,” Dean chuckled, and took the rest of the winding road upwards in silence.
When Sam finally directed him to pull over, Dean uncharacteristically did as he was asked.
“Dude, what are we doing here?” Dean couldn’t help himself. “Thought you were getting desperate to get that thing off?”
Sam sat down, without replying. Just sat there, watching the sun go down from the top of some random cliff.
“Sam! The sooner we get you better, the sooner we can kick some corporeal demon ass!” Enter the petulant whining, Sam thought, but he was too content to be sucked in to another argument.
“Dean, just shut up, sit down, and watch the god damned sun set would you?”
Author: azinza
Pairing: Sam and Dean, Sam's pov
Rating: R
Promt used: i think it was the third one, the Sunset.
Beta: _seraphina_ the great! All my love!
Spoilers: none, pretty much pwp
Warnings: bit of incest and boy/boy sex, but not much.
Disclaimer: not mine at all!
My notes: Written real quick and kept pretty vague on purpose, but not, if you get what I mean.
Dean was swearing at someone about crazy drunk drivers and how it wasn’t safe to walk the streets at night anymore. Sam could hear him through a closed door, and through the pain and the drugged up haze. He tried to call out to him but when he moved, his right arm exploded into a strangely familiar inferno. He couldn’t help the groan that escaped his throat.
Dean was by his side in a second, brushing his brother’s bangs back and whispering “Dude, you ok?”. Even trying to open his eyes was too much for him, and he was gone.
***
Gradually Sam became aware of the dull throb in his right arm. He struggled to remember what had happened. Something about a car… no, that was just Dean talking… there had been a séance to call a spirit into the physical, then there was the physical fight, and it was too quick for details; but feeling himself being thrown through the air and slamming against the side of a building, that wasn’t too quick for details. Sam remembered thinking in all irony “Gee, that night air really is chilly, should’ve bought a scarf,” just before he felt his arm smash into what had to have been a million pieces before he passed out.
Well, he was warm and semi-comfortable now. He was surprised to see he was in hospital. It must’ve been serious if Dean risked the ‘authority figures’ to bring him here. His arm was in a cast and his head was bandaged, but other than that, and the lingering grogginess, he couldn’t feel anything else wrong.
On his left was his big brother, asleep, slumped in a chair with a few days stubble shadowing his chin. Sam’s 22 year old body reacted as though he hadn’t been thrown a hundred feet through the air a few hours ago. He quickly looked away, to quell that totally inappropriate response.
On his right, the curtains were drawn, blocking any view of the whispering person in that corner of the room. He could hear a woman’s voice talking quietly, soothingly. Sam stilled, trying to listen. Sure, it wasn’t the most honourable thing to do, but hey, he could still feel his broken bones grinding dully together, he wasn’t feeling all that charitable at that moment.
“.. and you said you’d take me away from him, fly me away and keep me safe, and you said you’d never leave me. Remember? We were sitting on the hill, we’d had that bottle of wine, and you hugged me and you said the sunset we were watching was the most beautiful sunset you’d ever seen, but nothing compared to me. Remember? And I laughed cos you were being so romantic and my reality consisted of Joe coming home and beating the shit out of me, and my mother being too drunk to care, and you were telling me I’m more beautiful than a sunset. I remember everything you’ve ever said to me, Jamie, everything. You said Sunsets are magical and should only be shared with the person you love right? The person who means everything to you. I knew that night that you’d take care of me. I knew.”
Here she started sobbing.
“Jamie, I don’t want to see another sunset without you!”
Dean stirred, sat up.
“Sammy you’re awake! You good?” he asked immediately.
“Yeah dude, I’m good”.
***
“When can I get this fucking thing off dammit?” Sam cried, thoroughly sick of having to ask Dean to do everything for him bar wiping his ass.
“Dude, relax, the doc said one more week. You can’t wait one more week?”
“It’s god damned itchy Dean! How would you feel if all you wanted to do was scratch an itch but you couldn’t!?”
“You’ve no idea” he said under his breath.
“What the hell does that mean?” Sam all but yelled, somehow taking that line as a personal attack on him.
Dean started laughing. “Look, you’re not the only one frustrated ok? You think I like getting smacked in the head by that plaster everytime you turn around? You think I like staying in this stupid motel room when there’s a corporeal demon out there, you know, killing people?”
“You don’t have to…”
“Ah shut it!” he yelled, still laughing. “You goddamn know I won’t leave this motel room without you. He’s got us on his radar, and you are no good in the field like that!”
They weren’t having a new argument. They had been getting on each others nerves increasingly the last few weeks, due to the intensified conditions they were living in. Both were totally sick of the ridiculous wallpaper. Both had had enough of that smell, wherever the fuck it was coming from (they’d searched and searched and searched but could NOT find the source). Dean hadn’t been out to let off steam, which he generally did most nights, since the accident; too nervous and guilty to leave his brother. And Sam, well, considering his favourite tool, his right arm, and thus his only release, was currently out of operation, all his energy had been channelled towards smothering his stupid debilitating lust.
But Dean’s laughter only served to frustrate Sam even more. He gritted his teeth, and when Dean saw those jaw muscles clench, he only laughed harder.
To hell with having only one functional arm with which to defend himself, Sam thought. He had to get out of there! Five weeks in the same place doing nothing but watching TV and whinging was just too much. He headed for the door. Dean stopped laughing and gripped Sam’s wrist, stopping him from reaching for the handle.
Sam was very ready to extend this fight, the words ‘fuck off’ were forming on his lips, but Dean spoke first.
“Don’t,” he said. His eyes were glowing, but other than that his face was expressionless.
The sincerity in his voice made Sam back away, but he didn’t attempt to escape Dean’s grip. He realised he’d missed the touch of his brother, so innocent and so intense. He hadn’t noticed til this moment that Dean had been very careful since the accident to avoid all physical contact with him.
Dean took steps towards him. Sam could feel the heat coming off his body, and he broke out in a mild sweat. He didn’t know what the hell was going on. Well, no, he knew what his body thought was going on, but the last thing he wanted was his brother to feel how turned on he was right now, so he backed away again.
“If you’re really bored,” Dean mumbled quietly, strengthening his grip. “I know something we could do." And then, Sam figured he must’ve been dreaming, it was the only logical explanation, but his brother’s lips were on his, soft and warm and nice. No, Sam thought, this feels too real. Again he couldn’t help the groan escape from deep in his throat. He had wanted this, and had felt guilty about it for so long. He pushed forward, and Dean, encouraged, used his free hand to cup the front of Sam’s jeans. Sam groaned again, legs a bit wobbly.
Dean pulled back. Sam was almost scared to open his eyes, which he hadn’t even realised were closed, scared to see the look on Dean’s face. But when he did, he saw his own longing reflected in his brother’s gaze and knew it was ok.
“You want to do this little brother?” he asked.
“Yes!” Sam said, without any hesitation. That simple word reassured both of them. Dean kissed him again, rough and hard, gasping and desperate, rubbing and massaging Sam’s cock through his jeans. Sam’s right hand was still snugly in Dean's grip at his side, and the plastered arm was no use. All he could do was push his body as close as he could to his brother’s.
After several hot, sweaty seconds, Dean pulled Sam by his hand to the bed and pushed him roughly down, finally releasing his grip. Before he could react to his new position Dean had pounced, sitting on his knees and undoing the fly of his jeans.
Sam, speechless, struggling to… do… something, felt himself blush solidly as his brother released his cock from the confines of his clothes. So exposed, so dirty! Sam propped himself up on his one good arm. Looking down, they stared at each other for a long moment before Dean took the head into his mouth. Sam’s other head was thrown back and he almost screamed from the sensation of having Dean suck his cock.
Well that was never going to last.
Moments later, after release Sam was vaguely aware of his big warm brother crawling up the bed, and him gently, affectionately, tucking his spent cock back in.
Sam felt himself being kissed on the cheek as his brother settled down, both boys fully clothed, to have a nap.
Quietly, in his most seductive, teasing voice ever, Dean said “so… arm still itchy?”
Sam managed to muster enough energy to whack Dean on the head with the plaster.
***
“Take a left here”.
“Hospital’s this way, dude,” Dean replied without even slowing down.
“Yes, I’m aware of that, Dean. Just take a left would you?”
“No one up here’s gonna be removing that plaster, Sammy”.
“I am also aware of that. Why d’you have to be such a dick? I happen to know what I’m doing ok? Just… trust me."
“Whatever, dude. Still don’t know why you insisted on going to the hospital this late in the afternoon anyway.”
“Dean!”
“Ok ok,” Dean chuckled, and took the rest of the winding road upwards in silence.
When Sam finally directed him to pull over, Dean uncharacteristically did as he was asked.
“Dude, what are we doing here?” Dean couldn’t help himself. “Thought you were getting desperate to get that thing off?”
Sam sat down, without replying. Just sat there, watching the sun go down from the top of some random cliff.
“Sam! The sooner we get you better, the sooner we can kick some corporeal demon ass!” Enter the petulant whining, Sam thought, but he was too content to be sucked in to another argument.
“Dean, just shut up, sit down, and watch the god damned sun set would you?”