New: SamPuss-in-Boots 4/4 (SPN-Dean/Sam) [NC-17]
Author: Trini (myficjournal) and Saklani (saklani2)
Title: Sampuss-in-Boots
Codes: Sam/Dean
Series: SPN
Rating: NC-17
Beta: runedgirl
Summary: Sam and Dean attack a friendly ghost, who turns Sam into a cat... in boots. Now, the brothers must work their way through a twisted fairy tale to get Sam back to human and earn their own happily-ever-after.
Disclaimer: We don’t own them. We mean them no harm. We make no profit.
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Author's Notes: This was written for the spncw_fairytale. We got an image of Sam as a cat in boots stuck in our heads, from which this fic was born. Ponderosa provided the lovely art, which makes us want a Sampuss of our own! And Lyns was our lovely beta, after we killed off several others! *hugs to both*
Sam's tail shot straight up in the air, and his eyes widened to saucers. "You’ve got to be kidding me!" He glanced at Dean and then back at Ms Ariel, who looked a little more amused than was fair. "I'll never not be a cat!"
Ms Ariel smiled at them both, her transparent eyes nearly sparkling. "I have faith that you both can find the fortitude to fulfill this one last tiny part.”
Dean tilted his head, hand scratching lightly at it while he processed what Ms Ariel had to say. Something to do with appreciating each other and admitting how they feel. It seemed simple enough, so when he heard Sam crying about never becoming a human again, he turned and glared at his brother. "Hey, I resent that. I love and appreciate you, Sam. You think I don't?
Ms Ariel laughed and shook her head once. "Until you recognize and admit all, Sam shall remain as he is." Her eyes took in Sam with one swift glance. "And don't think you can pin everything on your brother, Samuel Winchester."
Sam instantly deflated, his tiny body scrunching in on itself when he glanced at Dean.
Dean ought to have been used to the way that she flickered in and out, coming and going when she wanted, but Dean still startled a bit when Ms Ariel disappeared on them again. He sighed and looked down at Sam, crouching to stroke over his back. "Shall we get out of here? Doubt she's coming back."
Sam tucked his tail between his legs and began to shiver. "I'm going to be a cat forever," he said softly.
"You won't, Sam. We can do this." Dean didn't want Sam to fold in on himself. "Can I pick you up, Sam?"
Sam looked up at Dean with huge eyes. "Please." He tucked himself into Dean's arms. You don't really mind having a cat for a brother do you, Dean?"
"Sammy," Dean sighed softly, voice full of exasperation, affection and sorrow, "you're not gonna stay a cat. I promise you, we can fix this." He tucked his chin down, nuzzled against the top of Sam's head. "But if it really comes down to it, I'll take you however I can get you."
Sam sighed and buried his nose into Dean's shoulder. "At the end of ‘Puss in Boots,’ the man comes to understand the true worth of Puss.” He pressed his paws into Dean's strong arm. "I was kinda hoping we might get an easier version of that."
Dean stroked down Sam's back, his firm hand holding his brother close. Cradling him to his chest, Dean opened the door and let them out as he walked toward the car. He leaned against the warm metal, not lessening his grip on Sam in the slightest. "Well, we have what we have, and we'll figure this out, Sam. I promise."
Sam lifted his head and flicked his ears at Dean. "I know what she wants me to do, Dean. I just... can't do it."
"Shhh. It's okay, Sam." Dean cuddled him close, stroking his back and holding him tight. "Let's go back to the room. We'll have some food, maybe curl up on the bed together and just be for awhile. We'll figure out how to make this work, how you can do what you have to do. Okay?"
Sam's tail flicked in agitation. "Dean, you don't understand... I can't ever do what she wants me to do. I mean... I can, but... then it won't matter if I'm a cat or a human.”
Dean hated to see Sam in such a state, human or cat. "Don't stress, Sam, please." He stroked over Sam’s back again, trying to gentle his brother, calm him. "We can talk more in the hotel. Let's get ourselves comfortable. Safe."
Fur began to fly while Sam shed in stress. "Dean, you don't know what you’re talking about! This isn't a matter of curling up and just relaxing..."
"Stop, Sam. Please stop." Dean’s voice rose slightly, the tone of it pitching higher. "There's nothing that we can't deal with. Nothing. God. Just stop freaking out on me, please." Dean rarely pleaded, but it was all he could do to get Sam to listen to him.
Sam shook in Dean's arms and pushed his face deep into a warm chest. He inhaled the familiar scent and tried to focus on calming down. Instinctively, he started to knead, slowly relaxing into the embrace.
It took a few moments, Dean petting Sam and just letting him knead and relax before Dean released a shaky breath. He'd begun to freak himself and feared they'd never get anything settled if he let himself fall apart. He was loath to make Sam stop, to get them in the car and head back to the motel, but he knew they had to hit this head on. "You doing okay, Sammy? Ready to go back to the motel?"
Sam lifted his head up and gave a small nod, still kneading. He hoped he was right the previous day, that being a cat wasn't so awful, because he would spend the rest of his life as one. No matter what Dean might think.
"Okay, then." Dean stroked over Sam's head and back again, tightening his arms slightly to give Sam a reassuring hug before he pulled the Impala door open. "In you go, Sammy." Dean put Sam gently on the seat and then buckled him in securely before shutting the door and making his way to the driver's seat.
Sam squeezed himself into a ball in his bed under the belt and pushed his head into his tail. His paws tucked under his body, he made himself as small as possible. How would he explain to Dean that he would rather be a cat all his life then reveal his heart? Dean would never understand...
It alarmed Dean to see Sam so withdrawn, but he knew they were best off getting back to the motel. Taking every precaution to keep Sam safe, he sped them back to the motel and then unbuckled his brother. "C'mere, Sam, let me carry you inside." Dean held one hand out to Sam, his lap open for his brother to choose.
Sam crawled meekly into Dean's arms and turned into a lump of dead weight. He hung there, paws dangling forlornly.
"Sam, it can't be that bad." Dean curled his arms in closer, holding Sam secure while he opened his door and slid them out. "We've always figured everything out before, Sam. We can do it again." He stroked over Sam's back before reaching out to shut the door and then pull the room key out of his pocket.
"Dean, what did you think she meant? I mean, why do you think she made that our last challenge?" Sam asked, lifting his head to peer at Dean.
"I don't know, Sam. Maybe I need to talk to you more, tell you how I feel. About how much you mean to me." Dean let them into the motel, kicking the door shut and then putting Sam on the bed so he could shrug out of his jacket and kick off his boots.
Sam headed for the pillows and made himself a burrow on top of one set. He curled into a tight ball, this time leaving his head on his paws to watch Dean. "I know you love me, Dean. We're brothers... all that..."
"Yeah, but I don't say it enough." Dean scrubbed a hand over his face and heaved himself down onto the bed, his head turning to look at Sam. "I think I don't tell you enough how much you mean to me. I came to get you because I wanted you with me. We'd been apart too long, and I missed you." Reaching out, he trailed one finger down Sam's nose.
Sam rubbed his nose against Dean's fingers. "I'm sorry I had to leave, Dean," he said hesitantly. "I wish there had been some other way."
"Yeah, I know, Sam. You had to do what was right for you." Dean dropped his eyes, though. The time when Sam had walked away without a backward glance had left a still painful scar inside him.
Sam crawled on top of his brother and butted his head against Dean. He sat down and purred. "I'm here now, Dean. I can't go anywhere. And I don't want to anyway."
Dean smiled and looked at Sam. "Yeah?" He stroked down Sam's back, arm curling loosely around his haunches. "I'm glad you're here, Sammy."
Sam rested his head on his paws again and stared blankly into space, letting Dean's petting soothe him. "I won't be much trouble, Dean. You just gotta let me run around outside on my own sometimes. Once we're out of this town, it should be safer."
"Sam, you have to stop sounding so defeated." Dean stopped stroking to pull Sam closer after he rolled onto his side, every instinct in him demanding he protect his brother. "Why do you think we can't beat this?"
Sam stared at Dean and began to knead, trying to distract himself. "And think how much more cheaply we can live with me eating cat food and not needing clothes or anything. You won't have to hustle as much. And maybe I can't back you up with weapons, but my brain still works and the heightened senses will come in handy."
Dean stopped stroking and looked down at Sam, a concerned frown creasing his forehead. "I don't want to live cheaply, I want my brother back. I want you back in your human form, Sammy. Talk to me, please."
"I can't," Sam said, fur starting to fall out again. "It's not going to work, Dean. I can't tell you..." His whiskers trembled. "Please don't ask me again."
"Dude, stop. Please." Dean stroked over Sam's back, pulling the loose fur off and tossing it over the side of the bed. "There's nothing you can't tell me. Not ever."
Sam shook his head. "Everything I touch turns to ashes, Dean. Mom, Jess, Dad... I don't want that to happen with us. Can't you just let me be?"
"No, Sam, I can't let it be. It's not your fault that bad shit happened, Sam." Dean stroked his hand down Sam's back again, tossing another handful of fur over the side of the bed. "Nothing's going to go wrong with us, Sam."
"Yeah, cause everything always goes so well for us," Sam spat, wiggling out of Dean's arms and crossing the bed. "Our whole lives are one big winning streak."
Dean groaned and pushed himself up onto his elbows, his body sprawled next to Sam. "Well what chance do we have of making it better if we don't try, Sam? It's always going to be crap unless we change it."
"And how do we do that?" Sam asked, truly curious. He turned to face Dean, annoyed that all Dean had to do was sprawl to catch up with him.
"I don't know. But I do know hiding from each other isn't the way to start." Dean angled up onto his hands, hips moving against the covers. "I've been open and told you how I feel. Now, tell me what's got you so worked up. Please."
Sam's tail began to beat the bedspread again, and he fought the fight or flight instinct. "We've always hidden from each other, Dean. It's what Winchesters do best. Never talk about your feelings. Never discuss what's bothering you. Hell, you'd rather get stabbed then tell me the truth. And I'd rather be a cat."
Dean weighed his options, knew that Sam wasn't going to just give in on this. Whatever it was had him so tied up in knots he didn’t trust Dean anymore. "All right, then, I give up. I'll call Bobby in the morning and let him know we're coming by. You think you can be happy at his place, Sam?"
Sam's ears flattened, his back arched and he hissed angrily at Dean. "So, my options are, you leave me or you leave me," he said, a yowl piercing the end of his words.
"You said yourself that you couldn't live out of the car, Sam," Dean shouted this time, his body arching off the bed to stalk across the room while he dragged his hand through his hair. "You think I'm going to take you along for the ride, knowing how much you hate the car, how much it makes you sick? I can't do that to you. I can't make you live that life." Dean hunched his shoulders, hands stuffed in his pockets as he leaned against the wall, slowly running out of steam. "How can I put you through that? Ask you to live with that? I can't, Sam."
Sam hunched into himself, his cat instincts fearful of the angry human in front of him. He backed away to the very edge of the bed, meowing piteously. He barely heard the words, registering only the tone of Dean's voice and his body posture. As Dean calmed, Sam remained where he was, perched and ready to run.
Dean huffed a bit, sliding down to the floor and draping his arms over his knees. He could see Sam quivering, hunched at the edge of the bed and thumped his head back into the wall once he shut his eyes. He took several deep breaths to let his thoughts and emotions swirl. Sam wanted everything from him, but wouldn't give an inch. There was nothing Dean thought they couldn't handle, but Sam didn't trust him.
Sam remained hunkered for a few moments, while the frantic beating of his heart slowed and the human part of him took hold again. He slowly crept to the edge of the bed and stared down at Dean, considering his options. Either he told the truth and Dean rejected him for his perversions, or he remained a cat for the rest of his life and got left with Bobby. After sitting there for several moments, ears twitching, Sam figured he might as well be hung for a lion as for a kitten. Jumping down, Sam walked over and sat down beside Dean. "I love you."
"I love you too, Sam." Dean reached out, stroking his closest hand down Sam's head and back before he tilted his head to look at his brother. "I'm sorry for yelling."
Sam rubbed against the fingers and then shook his head. "No, you don't understand, Dean. I love you.” He sighed and rubbed his nose with a paw. "I have since before I left for college. It's part of the reason I did leave, why I longed so strongly for a normal life. And I did love Jess, but then you came for me... and even if she hadn't died, I would have gone back with you in the end." He hung his head, his entire body looking dejected. "So, yeah, now you can take me to Bobby's."
"Really?" Dean asked, processing Sam's words even when he reached out his hand to soothe the dejection from his body. "You -uh- never indicated." He blushed and rubbed a hand over his face.
"Well, duh," Sam said bitterly. "Incest's not exactly accepted practice." He shrank from Dean's hand and sat just out of reach. "Even if I weren't your brother, you wouldn't have bothered with me anyway. You've always been God's gift to the ladies.”
Dean dropped his hand to the floor next to his hip. Sam moving away disheartened him, but he couldn't force his brother to come closer. "If you only knew, Sam." He breathed out, remembering all the times he'd sat there with his brother pulling away. "You only see what I let you see, Sam." Dean heaved himself off the floor and went to their mini fridge to grab a beer. At the last moment, he took a soda out and then dropped onto the bed to give Sam all the room he needed.
Sam's ears pricked up, and he jumped up on the bed after Dean. "Well, that's pretty much the point of this whole experiment in torture, isn't it?" he asked, sitting down near Dean. "You have to tell me for me to know. And you have to tell me if you want me to be human again."
"I've always loved you, Sam. Why do you think I came and got you from Stanford?" Dean tipped the soda can back and drained a third of it before wiping his mouth. "Fuck, the first time I noticed you, I punished myself with extra training and drills. I did anything I could to work out the jealousy I felt when you wanted to be with all those kids at the random schools we went to. You never wanted to be with me and it nearly tore me apart.”
Sam's whole body radiated with tension, his whiskers quivering, even as he climbed up on Dean and gazed straight down into his eyes. "What are you trying to say, Dean?"
"What else can I say, Sam? You're my other half. You always have been." Dean shrugged, his eyes skating away from Sam. He'd never let himself think of any of these things, not since he'd managed to stow his jealousy away during Sam's junior year of high school.
Sam quivered all over and licked Dean's nose. "Come on, Dean. Say it. Please."
Dean sighed and reached a hand out to Sam, his palm cupping over the back of his head. "I've been in love with you since you were sixteen, Sammy."
Sam stared down into Dean's eyes, heart racing and head spinning while he absorbed the words. He leaned forward and kissed Dean, swirling his tongue deep inside a warm, welcoming mouth. And then realized and pulled back with a grin. "Must be crushing you, huh?" he said, rolling his six foot four frame off Dean.
"You could say that." Dean grinned when he found Sam's tongue in his mouth and his body weighed under. He rolled with Sam when his brother rolled off him, knocking his brother onto his back so Dean could lean over him. "Of course, now I may end up crushing you."
"Nah, you're too small to crush me," Sam said, smile nearly blinding. He reached out and traced Dean's face. "I thought you'd hate me... or feel sorry and disgusted."
Dean tilted his head into Sam's touch, eyes sliding closed and then fluttering back open to stare at his brother in wonder. "I never really gave it much thought, Sam. I just knew I didn't like sharing you, never wanted to hear about your lovers."
"I only had one," Sam said. "And now, I'll have two. That's all I want." He pulled Dean to him for another kiss. "You taste good now."
"I taste good now?" Chuckling against Sam's lips, Dean pressed another kiss to them and then pulled back. "Better than when you were a cat, huh? Really only had Jessica?"
Sam rolled his eyes and rested his forehead against Dean. "I'm not talking about sex, Dean." He slid a hand under Dean's shirt and rested it over his heart.
"I know you aren't, Sam. Neither am I." Dean closed his eyes, Sam's hand steadying him.
"We should go say thank you to Ms Ariel," Sam said, enjoying how Dean relaxed into his embrace. "I'd have gone my entire life without telling you, if not for her."
"Uh, Sam, not sure I want to give her the chance to turn me into something this time." Dean chuckled and shook his head. "Besides, do we really want to talk about Ms Ariel right now?" He raised an eyebrow and leaned in to press another kiss to Sam's lips.
Sam snorted and pulled Dean fully on top of him, so their bodies lined up. "Should've guessed you'd have that on your mind. You do realize this takes us to a whole new level of fucked up, right?"
"When've we ever done the normal thing, Sammy?" Dean wriggled his body slightly, legs spreading naturally over Sam's hips. "Besides, I wasn't necessarily talkin' about sex. All I did was kiss you. You’re the one that turned this around."
Sam cupped Dean's ass in his big hands and squeezed firmly. "Fine, I'll take the blame for it. As usual. As long as this belongs to me now.”
Dean groaned softly, body flexing into the grip of Sam's hands. "Only yours, Sam. For as long as you'll have me." He leaned in for another kiss, pressing his tongue inside and leaving Sam with no doubt as to his sincerity.
Sam rolled them both over again, looming over Dean. "That'll be forever, Dean. Figure we're both owed that much." He slid his hand from Dean's ass to cup the bulge at the front of his jeans. "Want some help with this?"
"What do you think?" Dean leered at Sam, grinding up into the huge palm covering him. He wanted more, wanted to lose himself in his brother.
Smiling again, Sam kissed Dean until he could almost hear his lungs whimpering for air. He allowed them one gulp and then returned to his brother's mouth. His hand rubbed and stroked the growing hardness inside Dean's pants. "Want to come in your pants for me, Dean?"
Tearing his mouth from Sam's, Dean arched his head back on a gasp while his hips thrust up hard. "Not particularly," he panted. "I'd much rather come another way. Aw fuck," he groaned, when Sam gripped him harder.
"Spoil my fun," Sam pouted, but unzipped Dean's fly and allowed his hand to slide around warm, firm flesh. He pumped a few times and then whispered, "Tell me what you want, Dean. Tell me what makes you hot."
Dean couldn't believe that Sam expected coherency out of him. Anything beyond groans were more than he was capable at the moment, and Dean just moaned when Sam's hand stopped moving. He thrust his hips up again, fingers digging hard into Sam's ass while he tried to get Sam to stroke again.
Huffing a soft laugh at Dean's inability to speak, Sam took pity on him and freed his cock and hips completely from his pants. He tangled them around Dean's knees to keep him half-immobile. "Gonna just take my time here," he said, slowing down his hand and easing the pressure of the strokes.
"Fuck," Dean groaned, his legs working restlessly to try and get his pants off. Sam's teasing would be the end of him, and Dean was damned if he was going to die before getting to try everything with Sam. "Don't...God, don't tease, Sam." He reached down and gripped his hand over Sam's to tighten the pressure and get him to speed back up again.
Sam allowed Dean to lead for a few seconds, before batting his hand away. "All right, Dean." He stroked harder and faster, using his other hand to pull Dean closer to him.
Dean's hand fell back to the bed, tangling in the covers while he arched his hips into the faster and harder pace. "Just like that, Sam. God, yeah." His head tipped back to bare his throat for Sam to claim.
Sam leaned forward and sucked a red mark on Dean's neck. He stroked along the vein on the underside of Dean's cock and cupped his balls for a moment before returning to the hard and fast rhythm of before. "Show me, Dean."
"Fuck, Sammy. More, please." He pulled Sam's head back to his throat, slamming his hips up into Sam's grip on him. Dean moved up and down, fast and hard when he pushed toward his orgasm.
Sam bit down forcefully just above the join of his neck and shoulder.
Dean cried out, body curving into an arch when he came. Sam's expert handling of his cock contributed, but it was ultimately the timing of the bite that swept him over the edge.
Sam clamped down forcefully on his own orgasm, watching Dean through his. He pressed a gentle kiss to the bite and released Dean's cock when it became overly sensitive. "You're gorgeous, Dean. Fucking beautiful."
His eyelids fluttered at the kiss, hands lax on the bed while he trembled in the wake of his orgasm. "Sam," he breathed, rolling his head to press a kiss against his brother's cheek. Dean opened his eyes, bright green rimmed with lashes made spiky by moisture.
"Dean?" Sam asked, brushing away the liquid. He kissed under Dean's eyes, struck by a wave of tenderness. "I love you, Dean." His mouth wandered all around Dean's face.
"I love you, too, Sammy." Dean dragged his arms up, curling them around Sam's back and tugging him in close. He closed his eyes again and tangled his fingers in a lock of hair to bring Sam's mouth back to his.
Sam allowed Dean to lead the kiss, unused to Dean showing this much emotion. His own erection throbbed inside a denim prison, but he ignored the sensation in favor of drugging himself with Dean's kisses.
Dean pulled back, finally gasping a breath, and tightening his arms around Sam. He opened his eyes again, flicked a tiny smirk at his brother and without warning, flipped them both over so that Sam was on his back on the bed. "My turn, Sammy," he murmured before pressing a kiss to Sam's lips and tugging up on the hem of Sam's shirt.
Sam lifted his arms and let his brother remove the shirt. "Pushy," he said without any real heat. "What are you going to do with me, litter mate?"
With a soft laugh and a shake of his head, Dean looked up at Sam through his lashes. "Whatever I want, Sammy." Leaning down, he nipped at the taut brown flesh before flicking his tongue out to taste Sam's skin. "You taste good too."
"Whatever you want?" Sam asked, mapping Dean's broad back with his hands and arching into his mouth. "Mmmm... all right."
Dean grinned against Sam's skin and then slid back to stand at the edge of the bed. Leaning over Sam, he tore clumsily at the belt buckle, finally free it and letting the weight of it spread Sam's jeans open once he got the button and zipper undone.
He dropped to his knees between Sam's legs, tugging the pants down and finally off. "Gonna taste you, Sam." Dean murmured before leaning in and mouthing along the curve of Sam's cock, outlined in his boxer briefs.
"Oh fuck, Dean," Sam said, unable to stop himself from pushing up at Dean. "Please. Want you to." He reached down and tangled his hand in as much of Dean's short hair as he could. "Fantasized about it so many times."
Riding out the wave of Sam's hips, Dean grinned and then bit softly at the head of Sam's cock. He counted on the material to soften the sting a bit. Dean dragged his hands down Sam's legs and pressed his knees wider once he leaned back to look. "All mine, Sam." Dragging his nails back up to Sam's hips, he encouraged his brother to move with him to get the underwear off.
"Yours," Sam agreed, lifting his hips to let Dean slide the off his shorts. He spread his legs invitingly, so Dean could have full access to whatever he wanted. "Do what you want."
Dean took a moment, letting his eyes take in the sight of Sam spread wantonly before him. Dean grinned while trailing his hands gently over hair-rough skin when he leaned over to plant a kiss on Sam's stomach again. "My Sammy," he breathed the words over Sam's cock before flicking his tongue out to trail once from base to tip.
Sam let out a noise somewhere between a moan and a squeal. He might have been embarrassed, except for the sheer pleasure of Dean's words and actions. His cock managed to harden further. "Please, Dean," he said. "Please."
"Anything," Dean breathed before closing his hand around the base of Sam's cock. Dean waited a beat, waited for Sam's eyes to meet his and then slid his lips over the head and pushed forward slow and steady until he felt Sam bump against his throat. He pulled back enough to take in another breath and then pressed forward again until his nose was buried in the crispy curls of hair that surrounded Sam's cock.
Sam's fingers flailed in the sheets for some sort of purchase, before bunching the material between them and nearly ripping them apart. It had been so long since anyone had given him a blow job. And definitely not from such a talented mouth. "Oh. Dean. Fuck.”
Dean closed his eyes and just enjoyed the moment. The sound of Sam’s voice, the heavy weight of his cock on Dean’s tongue, it was everything he’d never let himself imagine. He took his time, pulling off enough to twirl his tongue around the head, lap at the slit and then sliding back down to suckle on it and feel it resting back in his throat.
Watching Dean obviously enjoying himself was almost more of a turn on than the actual blowjob, Sam thought muzzily. He still struggled to believe that Dean wanted him, loved him, but seeing him savor each second went a long way to dispelling any last doubts. Untangling a fist from the sheets, Sam stroked Dean's face and hair, thanking him wordlessly.
Pulling back, Dean hollowed out his cheeks and sucked hard on Sam's cock. Dean flicked his tongue over the head and followed his mouth up with a hand to keep the tension. "C'mon, Sammy," he rasped out, voice already rough with effort. "Let go for me." He nipped lightly at the head of Sam's cock and then slid his lips over it again, letting Sam glide smoothly into his throat before he swallowed around the girth.
Sam threw back his head and cried out his release. His body, little used to such intimacy anymore, responded to Dean's ministrations by overwhelming Sam with sensations and flooding Dean's mouth. His back bowed and wave over wave hit Sam until he thought he couldn't take anymore. He crashed back to the bed, gasping for breath.
Dean sucked and swallowed, hardly pausing for a breath while taking everything that Sam gave him. He held tight to Sam's hips, riding their motion when they arched up and then tumbled back to the flat mattress. Finally, he pulled back, small kitten licks cleaning Sam's body of any residue. Dropping his forehead to Sam's hipbone, Dean huffed out a tired sigh.
Sam smiled at the sight of Dean sprawled across his lower body, feeling rather worn out himself. He stroked Dean's hair gently and let his eyes flutter shut. "So, tomorrow, the usual?" he asked.
"Same as usual, Sammy." Dean groaned when he levered himself off his knees, wincing as they cracked slightly. He grinned down at Sam and then heaved himself to collapse on the bed next to his brother. “Well mostly same as usual."
Sam wrapped his arms around Dean and pulled him closer. "I can live with that," he said and deep in the back of his throat, began to purr.
The End
Title: Sampuss-in-Boots
Codes: Sam/Dean
Series: SPN
Rating: NC-17
Beta: runedgirl
Summary: Sam and Dean attack a friendly ghost, who turns Sam into a cat... in boots. Now, the brothers must work their way through a twisted fairy tale to get Sam back to human and earn their own happily-ever-after.
Disclaimer: We don’t own them. We mean them no harm. We make no profit.
Posting: Please ask first!
Author's Notes: This was written for the spncw_fairytale. We got an image of Sam as a cat in boots stuck in our heads, from which this fic was born. Ponderosa provided the lovely art, which makes us want a Sampuss of our own! And Lyns was our lovely beta, after we killed off several others! *hugs to both*
Sam's tail shot straight up in the air, and his eyes widened to saucers. "You’ve got to be kidding me!" He glanced at Dean and then back at Ms Ariel, who looked a little more amused than was fair. "I'll never not be a cat!"
Ms Ariel smiled at them both, her transparent eyes nearly sparkling. "I have faith that you both can find the fortitude to fulfill this one last tiny part.”
Dean tilted his head, hand scratching lightly at it while he processed what Ms Ariel had to say. Something to do with appreciating each other and admitting how they feel. It seemed simple enough, so when he heard Sam crying about never becoming a human again, he turned and glared at his brother. "Hey, I resent that. I love and appreciate you, Sam. You think I don't?
Ms Ariel laughed and shook her head once. "Until you recognize and admit all, Sam shall remain as he is." Her eyes took in Sam with one swift glance. "And don't think you can pin everything on your brother, Samuel Winchester."
Sam instantly deflated, his tiny body scrunching in on itself when he glanced at Dean.
Dean ought to have been used to the way that she flickered in and out, coming and going when she wanted, but Dean still startled a bit when Ms Ariel disappeared on them again. He sighed and looked down at Sam, crouching to stroke over his back. "Shall we get out of here? Doubt she's coming back."
Sam tucked his tail between his legs and began to shiver. "I'm going to be a cat forever," he said softly.
"You won't, Sam. We can do this." Dean didn't want Sam to fold in on himself. "Can I pick you up, Sam?"
Sam looked up at Dean with huge eyes. "Please." He tucked himself into Dean's arms. You don't really mind having a cat for a brother do you, Dean?"
"Sammy," Dean sighed softly, voice full of exasperation, affection and sorrow, "you're not gonna stay a cat. I promise you, we can fix this." He tucked his chin down, nuzzled against the top of Sam's head. "But if it really comes down to it, I'll take you however I can get you."
Sam sighed and buried his nose into Dean's shoulder. "At the end of ‘Puss in Boots,’ the man comes to understand the true worth of Puss.” He pressed his paws into Dean's strong arm. "I was kinda hoping we might get an easier version of that."
Dean stroked down Sam's back, his firm hand holding his brother close. Cradling him to his chest, Dean opened the door and let them out as he walked toward the car. He leaned against the warm metal, not lessening his grip on Sam in the slightest. "Well, we have what we have, and we'll figure this out, Sam. I promise."
Sam lifted his head and flicked his ears at Dean. "I know what she wants me to do, Dean. I just... can't do it."
"Shhh. It's okay, Sam." Dean cuddled him close, stroking his back and holding him tight. "Let's go back to the room. We'll have some food, maybe curl up on the bed together and just be for awhile. We'll figure out how to make this work, how you can do what you have to do. Okay?"
Sam's tail flicked in agitation. "Dean, you don't understand... I can't ever do what she wants me to do. I mean... I can, but... then it won't matter if I'm a cat or a human.”
Dean hated to see Sam in such a state, human or cat. "Don't stress, Sam, please." He stroked over Sam’s back again, trying to gentle his brother, calm him. "We can talk more in the hotel. Let's get ourselves comfortable. Safe."
Fur began to fly while Sam shed in stress. "Dean, you don't know what you’re talking about! This isn't a matter of curling up and just relaxing..."
"Stop, Sam. Please stop." Dean’s voice rose slightly, the tone of it pitching higher. "There's nothing that we can't deal with. Nothing. God. Just stop freaking out on me, please." Dean rarely pleaded, but it was all he could do to get Sam to listen to him.
Sam shook in Dean's arms and pushed his face deep into a warm chest. He inhaled the familiar scent and tried to focus on calming down. Instinctively, he started to knead, slowly relaxing into the embrace.
It took a few moments, Dean petting Sam and just letting him knead and relax before Dean released a shaky breath. He'd begun to freak himself and feared they'd never get anything settled if he let himself fall apart. He was loath to make Sam stop, to get them in the car and head back to the motel, but he knew they had to hit this head on. "You doing okay, Sammy? Ready to go back to the motel?"
Sam lifted his head up and gave a small nod, still kneading. He hoped he was right the previous day, that being a cat wasn't so awful, because he would spend the rest of his life as one. No matter what Dean might think.
"Okay, then." Dean stroked over Sam's head and back again, tightening his arms slightly to give Sam a reassuring hug before he pulled the Impala door open. "In you go, Sammy." Dean put Sam gently on the seat and then buckled him in securely before shutting the door and making his way to the driver's seat.
Sam squeezed himself into a ball in his bed under the belt and pushed his head into his tail. His paws tucked under his body, he made himself as small as possible. How would he explain to Dean that he would rather be a cat all his life then reveal his heart? Dean would never understand...
It alarmed Dean to see Sam so withdrawn, but he knew they were best off getting back to the motel. Taking every precaution to keep Sam safe, he sped them back to the motel and then unbuckled his brother. "C'mere, Sam, let me carry you inside." Dean held one hand out to Sam, his lap open for his brother to choose.
Sam crawled meekly into Dean's arms and turned into a lump of dead weight. He hung there, paws dangling forlornly.
"Sam, it can't be that bad." Dean curled his arms in closer, holding Sam secure while he opened his door and slid them out. "We've always figured everything out before, Sam. We can do it again." He stroked over Sam's back before reaching out to shut the door and then pull the room key out of his pocket.
"Dean, what did you think she meant? I mean, why do you think she made that our last challenge?" Sam asked, lifting his head to peer at Dean.
"I don't know, Sam. Maybe I need to talk to you more, tell you how I feel. About how much you mean to me." Dean let them into the motel, kicking the door shut and then putting Sam on the bed so he could shrug out of his jacket and kick off his boots.
Sam headed for the pillows and made himself a burrow on top of one set. He curled into a tight ball, this time leaving his head on his paws to watch Dean. "I know you love me, Dean. We're brothers... all that..."
"Yeah, but I don't say it enough." Dean scrubbed a hand over his face and heaved himself down onto the bed, his head turning to look at Sam. "I think I don't tell you enough how much you mean to me. I came to get you because I wanted you with me. We'd been apart too long, and I missed you." Reaching out, he trailed one finger down Sam's nose.
Sam rubbed his nose against Dean's fingers. "I'm sorry I had to leave, Dean," he said hesitantly. "I wish there had been some other way."
"Yeah, I know, Sam. You had to do what was right for you." Dean dropped his eyes, though. The time when Sam had walked away without a backward glance had left a still painful scar inside him.
Sam crawled on top of his brother and butted his head against Dean. He sat down and purred. "I'm here now, Dean. I can't go anywhere. And I don't want to anyway."
Dean smiled and looked at Sam. "Yeah?" He stroked down Sam's back, arm curling loosely around his haunches. "I'm glad you're here, Sammy."
Sam rested his head on his paws again and stared blankly into space, letting Dean's petting soothe him. "I won't be much trouble, Dean. You just gotta let me run around outside on my own sometimes. Once we're out of this town, it should be safer."
"Sam, you have to stop sounding so defeated." Dean stopped stroking to pull Sam closer after he rolled onto his side, every instinct in him demanding he protect his brother. "Why do you think we can't beat this?"
Sam stared at Dean and began to knead, trying to distract himself. "And think how much more cheaply we can live with me eating cat food and not needing clothes or anything. You won't have to hustle as much. And maybe I can't back you up with weapons, but my brain still works and the heightened senses will come in handy."
Dean stopped stroking and looked down at Sam, a concerned frown creasing his forehead. "I don't want to live cheaply, I want my brother back. I want you back in your human form, Sammy. Talk to me, please."
"I can't," Sam said, fur starting to fall out again. "It's not going to work, Dean. I can't tell you..." His whiskers trembled. "Please don't ask me again."
"Dude, stop. Please." Dean stroked over Sam's back, pulling the loose fur off and tossing it over the side of the bed. "There's nothing you can't tell me. Not ever."
Sam shook his head. "Everything I touch turns to ashes, Dean. Mom, Jess, Dad... I don't want that to happen with us. Can't you just let me be?"
"No, Sam, I can't let it be. It's not your fault that bad shit happened, Sam." Dean stroked his hand down Sam's back again, tossing another handful of fur over the side of the bed. "Nothing's going to go wrong with us, Sam."
"Yeah, cause everything always goes so well for us," Sam spat, wiggling out of Dean's arms and crossing the bed. "Our whole lives are one big winning streak."
Dean groaned and pushed himself up onto his elbows, his body sprawled next to Sam. "Well what chance do we have of making it better if we don't try, Sam? It's always going to be crap unless we change it."
"And how do we do that?" Sam asked, truly curious. He turned to face Dean, annoyed that all Dean had to do was sprawl to catch up with him.
"I don't know. But I do know hiding from each other isn't the way to start." Dean angled up onto his hands, hips moving against the covers. "I've been open and told you how I feel. Now, tell me what's got you so worked up. Please."
Sam's tail began to beat the bedspread again, and he fought the fight or flight instinct. "We've always hidden from each other, Dean. It's what Winchesters do best. Never talk about your feelings. Never discuss what's bothering you. Hell, you'd rather get stabbed then tell me the truth. And I'd rather be a cat."
Dean weighed his options, knew that Sam wasn't going to just give in on this. Whatever it was had him so tied up in knots he didn’t trust Dean anymore. "All right, then, I give up. I'll call Bobby in the morning and let him know we're coming by. You think you can be happy at his place, Sam?"
Sam's ears flattened, his back arched and he hissed angrily at Dean. "So, my options are, you leave me or you leave me," he said, a yowl piercing the end of his words.
"You said yourself that you couldn't live out of the car, Sam," Dean shouted this time, his body arching off the bed to stalk across the room while he dragged his hand through his hair. "You think I'm going to take you along for the ride, knowing how much you hate the car, how much it makes you sick? I can't do that to you. I can't make you live that life." Dean hunched his shoulders, hands stuffed in his pockets as he leaned against the wall, slowly running out of steam. "How can I put you through that? Ask you to live with that? I can't, Sam."
Sam hunched into himself, his cat instincts fearful of the angry human in front of him. He backed away to the very edge of the bed, meowing piteously. He barely heard the words, registering only the tone of Dean's voice and his body posture. As Dean calmed, Sam remained where he was, perched and ready to run.
Dean huffed a bit, sliding down to the floor and draping his arms over his knees. He could see Sam quivering, hunched at the edge of the bed and thumped his head back into the wall once he shut his eyes. He took several deep breaths to let his thoughts and emotions swirl. Sam wanted everything from him, but wouldn't give an inch. There was nothing Dean thought they couldn't handle, but Sam didn't trust him.
Sam remained hunkered for a few moments, while the frantic beating of his heart slowed and the human part of him took hold again. He slowly crept to the edge of the bed and stared down at Dean, considering his options. Either he told the truth and Dean rejected him for his perversions, or he remained a cat for the rest of his life and got left with Bobby. After sitting there for several moments, ears twitching, Sam figured he might as well be hung for a lion as for a kitten. Jumping down, Sam walked over and sat down beside Dean. "I love you."
"I love you too, Sam." Dean reached out, stroking his closest hand down Sam's head and back before he tilted his head to look at his brother. "I'm sorry for yelling."
Sam rubbed against the fingers and then shook his head. "No, you don't understand, Dean. I love you.” He sighed and rubbed his nose with a paw. "I have since before I left for college. It's part of the reason I did leave, why I longed so strongly for a normal life. And I did love Jess, but then you came for me... and even if she hadn't died, I would have gone back with you in the end." He hung his head, his entire body looking dejected. "So, yeah, now you can take me to Bobby's."
"Really?" Dean asked, processing Sam's words even when he reached out his hand to soothe the dejection from his body. "You -uh- never indicated." He blushed and rubbed a hand over his face.
"Well, duh," Sam said bitterly. "Incest's not exactly accepted practice." He shrank from Dean's hand and sat just out of reach. "Even if I weren't your brother, you wouldn't have bothered with me anyway. You've always been God's gift to the ladies.”
Dean dropped his hand to the floor next to his hip. Sam moving away disheartened him, but he couldn't force his brother to come closer. "If you only knew, Sam." He breathed out, remembering all the times he'd sat there with his brother pulling away. "You only see what I let you see, Sam." Dean heaved himself off the floor and went to their mini fridge to grab a beer. At the last moment, he took a soda out and then dropped onto the bed to give Sam all the room he needed.
Sam's ears pricked up, and he jumped up on the bed after Dean. "Well, that's pretty much the point of this whole experiment in torture, isn't it?" he asked, sitting down near Dean. "You have to tell me for me to know. And you have to tell me if you want me to be human again."
"I've always loved you, Sam. Why do you think I came and got you from Stanford?" Dean tipped the soda can back and drained a third of it before wiping his mouth. "Fuck, the first time I noticed you, I punished myself with extra training and drills. I did anything I could to work out the jealousy I felt when you wanted to be with all those kids at the random schools we went to. You never wanted to be with me and it nearly tore me apart.”
Sam's whole body radiated with tension, his whiskers quivering, even as he climbed up on Dean and gazed straight down into his eyes. "What are you trying to say, Dean?"
"What else can I say, Sam? You're my other half. You always have been." Dean shrugged, his eyes skating away from Sam. He'd never let himself think of any of these things, not since he'd managed to stow his jealousy away during Sam's junior year of high school.
Sam quivered all over and licked Dean's nose. "Come on, Dean. Say it. Please."
Dean sighed and reached a hand out to Sam, his palm cupping over the back of his head. "I've been in love with you since you were sixteen, Sammy."
Sam stared down into Dean's eyes, heart racing and head spinning while he absorbed the words. He leaned forward and kissed Dean, swirling his tongue deep inside a warm, welcoming mouth. And then realized and pulled back with a grin. "Must be crushing you, huh?" he said, rolling his six foot four frame off Dean.
"You could say that." Dean grinned when he found Sam's tongue in his mouth and his body weighed under. He rolled with Sam when his brother rolled off him, knocking his brother onto his back so Dean could lean over him. "Of course, now I may end up crushing you."
"Nah, you're too small to crush me," Sam said, smile nearly blinding. He reached out and traced Dean's face. "I thought you'd hate me... or feel sorry and disgusted."
Dean tilted his head into Sam's touch, eyes sliding closed and then fluttering back open to stare at his brother in wonder. "I never really gave it much thought, Sam. I just knew I didn't like sharing you, never wanted to hear about your lovers."
"I only had one," Sam said. "And now, I'll have two. That's all I want." He pulled Dean to him for another kiss. "You taste good now."
"I taste good now?" Chuckling against Sam's lips, Dean pressed another kiss to them and then pulled back. "Better than when you were a cat, huh? Really only had Jessica?"
Sam rolled his eyes and rested his forehead against Dean. "I'm not talking about sex, Dean." He slid a hand under Dean's shirt and rested it over his heart.
"I know you aren't, Sam. Neither am I." Dean closed his eyes, Sam's hand steadying him.
"We should go say thank you to Ms Ariel," Sam said, enjoying how Dean relaxed into his embrace. "I'd have gone my entire life without telling you, if not for her."
"Uh, Sam, not sure I want to give her the chance to turn me into something this time." Dean chuckled and shook his head. "Besides, do we really want to talk about Ms Ariel right now?" He raised an eyebrow and leaned in to press another kiss to Sam's lips.
Sam snorted and pulled Dean fully on top of him, so their bodies lined up. "Should've guessed you'd have that on your mind. You do realize this takes us to a whole new level of fucked up, right?"
"When've we ever done the normal thing, Sammy?" Dean wriggled his body slightly, legs spreading naturally over Sam's hips. "Besides, I wasn't necessarily talkin' about sex. All I did was kiss you. You’re the one that turned this around."
Sam cupped Dean's ass in his big hands and squeezed firmly. "Fine, I'll take the blame for it. As usual. As long as this belongs to me now.”
Dean groaned softly, body flexing into the grip of Sam's hands. "Only yours, Sam. For as long as you'll have me." He leaned in for another kiss, pressing his tongue inside and leaving Sam with no doubt as to his sincerity.
Sam rolled them both over again, looming over Dean. "That'll be forever, Dean. Figure we're both owed that much." He slid his hand from Dean's ass to cup the bulge at the front of his jeans. "Want some help with this?"
"What do you think?" Dean leered at Sam, grinding up into the huge palm covering him. He wanted more, wanted to lose himself in his brother.
Smiling again, Sam kissed Dean until he could almost hear his lungs whimpering for air. He allowed them one gulp and then returned to his brother's mouth. His hand rubbed and stroked the growing hardness inside Dean's pants. "Want to come in your pants for me, Dean?"
Tearing his mouth from Sam's, Dean arched his head back on a gasp while his hips thrust up hard. "Not particularly," he panted. "I'd much rather come another way. Aw fuck," he groaned, when Sam gripped him harder.
"Spoil my fun," Sam pouted, but unzipped Dean's fly and allowed his hand to slide around warm, firm flesh. He pumped a few times and then whispered, "Tell me what you want, Dean. Tell me what makes you hot."
Dean couldn't believe that Sam expected coherency out of him. Anything beyond groans were more than he was capable at the moment, and Dean just moaned when Sam's hand stopped moving. He thrust his hips up again, fingers digging hard into Sam's ass while he tried to get Sam to stroke again.
Huffing a soft laugh at Dean's inability to speak, Sam took pity on him and freed his cock and hips completely from his pants. He tangled them around Dean's knees to keep him half-immobile. "Gonna just take my time here," he said, slowing down his hand and easing the pressure of the strokes.
"Fuck," Dean groaned, his legs working restlessly to try and get his pants off. Sam's teasing would be the end of him, and Dean was damned if he was going to die before getting to try everything with Sam. "Don't...God, don't tease, Sam." He reached down and gripped his hand over Sam's to tighten the pressure and get him to speed back up again.
Sam allowed Dean to lead for a few seconds, before batting his hand away. "All right, Dean." He stroked harder and faster, using his other hand to pull Dean closer to him.
Dean's hand fell back to the bed, tangling in the covers while he arched his hips into the faster and harder pace. "Just like that, Sam. God, yeah." His head tipped back to bare his throat for Sam to claim.
Sam leaned forward and sucked a red mark on Dean's neck. He stroked along the vein on the underside of Dean's cock and cupped his balls for a moment before returning to the hard and fast rhythm of before. "Show me, Dean."
"Fuck, Sammy. More, please." He pulled Sam's head back to his throat, slamming his hips up into Sam's grip on him. Dean moved up and down, fast and hard when he pushed toward his orgasm.
Sam bit down forcefully just above the join of his neck and shoulder.
Dean cried out, body curving into an arch when he came. Sam's expert handling of his cock contributed, but it was ultimately the timing of the bite that swept him over the edge.
Sam clamped down forcefully on his own orgasm, watching Dean through his. He pressed a gentle kiss to the bite and released Dean's cock when it became overly sensitive. "You're gorgeous, Dean. Fucking beautiful."
His eyelids fluttered at the kiss, hands lax on the bed while he trembled in the wake of his orgasm. "Sam," he breathed, rolling his head to press a kiss against his brother's cheek. Dean opened his eyes, bright green rimmed with lashes made spiky by moisture.
"Dean?" Sam asked, brushing away the liquid. He kissed under Dean's eyes, struck by a wave of tenderness. "I love you, Dean." His mouth wandered all around Dean's face.
"I love you, too, Sammy." Dean dragged his arms up, curling them around Sam's back and tugging him in close. He closed his eyes again and tangled his fingers in a lock of hair to bring Sam's mouth back to his.
Sam allowed Dean to lead the kiss, unused to Dean showing this much emotion. His own erection throbbed inside a denim prison, but he ignored the sensation in favor of drugging himself with Dean's kisses.
Dean pulled back, finally gasping a breath, and tightening his arms around Sam. He opened his eyes again, flicked a tiny smirk at his brother and without warning, flipped them both over so that Sam was on his back on the bed. "My turn, Sammy," he murmured before pressing a kiss to Sam's lips and tugging up on the hem of Sam's shirt.
Sam lifted his arms and let his brother remove the shirt. "Pushy," he said without any real heat. "What are you going to do with me, litter mate?"
With a soft laugh and a shake of his head, Dean looked up at Sam through his lashes. "Whatever I want, Sammy." Leaning down, he nipped at the taut brown flesh before flicking his tongue out to taste Sam's skin. "You taste good too."
"Whatever you want?" Sam asked, mapping Dean's broad back with his hands and arching into his mouth. "Mmmm... all right."
Dean grinned against Sam's skin and then slid back to stand at the edge of the bed. Leaning over Sam, he tore clumsily at the belt buckle, finally free it and letting the weight of it spread Sam's jeans open once he got the button and zipper undone.
He dropped to his knees between Sam's legs, tugging the pants down and finally off. "Gonna taste you, Sam." Dean murmured before leaning in and mouthing along the curve of Sam's cock, outlined in his boxer briefs.
"Oh fuck, Dean," Sam said, unable to stop himself from pushing up at Dean. "Please. Want you to." He reached down and tangled his hand in as much of Dean's short hair as he could. "Fantasized about it so many times."
Riding out the wave of Sam's hips, Dean grinned and then bit softly at the head of Sam's cock. He counted on the material to soften the sting a bit. Dean dragged his hands down Sam's legs and pressed his knees wider once he leaned back to look. "All mine, Sam." Dragging his nails back up to Sam's hips, he encouraged his brother to move with him to get the underwear off.
"Yours," Sam agreed, lifting his hips to let Dean slide the off his shorts. He spread his legs invitingly, so Dean could have full access to whatever he wanted. "Do what you want."
Dean took a moment, letting his eyes take in the sight of Sam spread wantonly before him. Dean grinned while trailing his hands gently over hair-rough skin when he leaned over to plant a kiss on Sam's stomach again. "My Sammy," he breathed the words over Sam's cock before flicking his tongue out to trail once from base to tip.
Sam let out a noise somewhere between a moan and a squeal. He might have been embarrassed, except for the sheer pleasure of Dean's words and actions. His cock managed to harden further. "Please, Dean," he said. "Please."
"Anything," Dean breathed before closing his hand around the base of Sam's cock. Dean waited a beat, waited for Sam's eyes to meet his and then slid his lips over the head and pushed forward slow and steady until he felt Sam bump against his throat. He pulled back enough to take in another breath and then pressed forward again until his nose was buried in the crispy curls of hair that surrounded Sam's cock.
Sam's fingers flailed in the sheets for some sort of purchase, before bunching the material between them and nearly ripping them apart. It had been so long since anyone had given him a blow job. And definitely not from such a talented mouth. "Oh. Dean. Fuck.”
Dean closed his eyes and just enjoyed the moment. The sound of Sam’s voice, the heavy weight of his cock on Dean’s tongue, it was everything he’d never let himself imagine. He took his time, pulling off enough to twirl his tongue around the head, lap at the slit and then sliding back down to suckle on it and feel it resting back in his throat.
Watching Dean obviously enjoying himself was almost more of a turn on than the actual blowjob, Sam thought muzzily. He still struggled to believe that Dean wanted him, loved him, but seeing him savor each second went a long way to dispelling any last doubts. Untangling a fist from the sheets, Sam stroked Dean's face and hair, thanking him wordlessly.
Pulling back, Dean hollowed out his cheeks and sucked hard on Sam's cock. Dean flicked his tongue over the head and followed his mouth up with a hand to keep the tension. "C'mon, Sammy," he rasped out, voice already rough with effort. "Let go for me." He nipped lightly at the head of Sam's cock and then slid his lips over it again, letting Sam glide smoothly into his throat before he swallowed around the girth.
Sam threw back his head and cried out his release. His body, little used to such intimacy anymore, responded to Dean's ministrations by overwhelming Sam with sensations and flooding Dean's mouth. His back bowed and wave over wave hit Sam until he thought he couldn't take anymore. He crashed back to the bed, gasping for breath.
Dean sucked and swallowed, hardly pausing for a breath while taking everything that Sam gave him. He held tight to Sam's hips, riding their motion when they arched up and then tumbled back to the flat mattress. Finally, he pulled back, small kitten licks cleaning Sam's body of any residue. Dropping his forehead to Sam's hipbone, Dean huffed out a tired sigh.
Sam smiled at the sight of Dean sprawled across his lower body, feeling rather worn out himself. He stroked Dean's hair gently and let his eyes flutter shut. "So, tomorrow, the usual?" he asked.
"Same as usual, Sammy." Dean groaned when he levered himself off his knees, wincing as they cracked slightly. He grinned down at Sam and then heaved himself to collapse on the bed next to his brother. “Well mostly same as usual."
Sam wrapped his arms around Dean and pulled him closer. "I can live with that," he said and deep in the back of his throat, began to purr.
The End