Let the Sun Shine, part twochiiyo86August 30 2009, 11:15:43 UTC
Dean waited for a few minutes, mulling over how unlucky he was, how unfair what happened to him was and did God hate him or what, before he went back into the bathroom. He stripped off slowly with muttered curses. His skin felt tight, now, sensitive. The lightest brush of cloth against it was painful, making him wince. It was nothing, though, compared to what he felt when he let the water run down his body.
Dean yelled in pain.
"Dean?" Sam called, voice tinged with worry.
God, Sam was back already, of course. Fucker was faster than lightening when he wanted to.
"I'm fine!" he shouted, and cringed when he heard himself sounding a little high-pitched.
"You sure? Because you shrieked, man."
"I did not! Now leave me the fuck alone! Can't a guy have some privacy when he's in the bathroom?"
"Alright, alright."
Dean clenched his teeth, and fumbled with the hot water faucet until the water was lukewarm, almost cold, then finally started washing himself. His sunburns were back to an acceptable level of pain but the water felt cold on his torso, his thighs, and especially his dick, so he was soon shivering, and mumbling:
"Fuckin' sun, fuckin' Maynard Sidebottoms, and what kind of stupid fuckin' name is that, anyway, fuckin' Sam..."
He dried himself by moping carefully the water on his skin with the towel, but even that was painful. Dressing up was excruciating, so much that he was tempted not to do it and walk around naked. When he finally went out of the bathroom, he was moving like an eighty-year old.
He sat on the closest bed, and Sam went to him with a bottle in his hands. His brow was furrowed, not mocking anymore but worried.
"Dean," he whispered, looking closely at the burns. "This is bad."
"You think I don't know it? Now get on with it."
Sam smeared the cream - some shit with aloe vera - on his red skin with slow, gentle circles. Dean knew his brother was trying to be careful, but the contact of his hand was still painful. Every time Sam saw him wince, he got slower, so it took forever and left both of them exhausted.
Later in the night, Dean was lying on his bed and unable to fall asleep despite how tired he was. He felt all sticky, burning like he was on fire, and he couldn't find a position that didn't hurt.
He was so wrapped in his misery that he hadn't paid attention to Sam's breathing and had thought he was sleeping, until he heard him sigh.
"You can't sleep, can you?" Sam said.
"Fuckin' hurt."
"I know, man. If there was something I could do to make it better, you know I..."
"It's okay, Sam. Get some sleep."
"Hmm." Dean heard a rustling of sheets. "I'm... I'm sorry I laughed."
"You were a bastard, alright," Dean said. "But I'm merciful and I forgive you. I would have done the same, except that you never burn, you lucky son of a bitch."
Sam snorted a laugh.
"Yeah. Next time you put some sunblock on."
"Oh, believe me, I've learned my lesson. Now let me suffer in peace. Sleep."
"Good night, Dean."
"Want me to tell you a story to put you to sleep? You fucking baby." After a moment of silence, he added: "Good night."
Re: Let the Sun Shine, part twowave_obscuraAugust 30 2009, 12:25:39 UTC
God bless you for the unexpected but very, very welcome image of Dean naked in the shower. :D
And then Sam rubs him with cream... I'm going to have sweet dreams tonight...
HA!
Anyway, great fic. Do us all a favor and write more h/c!! Such a cute little snippet. I love how Sammy can't sleep because Dean is so uncomfortable. And you know I've managed to fry myself a few times this summer, so I can definitely feel Dean's pain. Sunburns SUCK.
Re: Let the Sun Shine, part twochiiyo86August 30 2009, 12:46:32 UTC
God bless you for the unexpected but very, very welcome image of Dean naked in the shower.
You're welcome, it was a pleasure! And as you know too, every thing in this fic comes from experience. Yeah, sunburn suck! Thank you for commenting, I'm glad you liked it!
Dean yelled in pain.
"Dean?" Sam called, voice tinged with worry.
God, Sam was back already, of course. Fucker was faster than lightening when he wanted to.
"I'm fine!" he shouted, and cringed when he heard himself sounding a little high-pitched.
"You sure? Because you shrieked, man."
"I did not! Now leave me the fuck alone! Can't a guy have some privacy when he's in the bathroom?"
"Alright, alright."
Dean clenched his teeth, and fumbled with the hot water faucet until the water was lukewarm, almost cold, then finally started washing himself. His sunburns were back to an acceptable level of pain but the water felt cold on his torso, his thighs, and especially his dick, so he was soon shivering, and mumbling:
"Fuckin' sun, fuckin' Maynard Sidebottoms, and what kind of stupid fuckin' name is that, anyway, fuckin' Sam..."
He dried himself by moping carefully the water on his skin with the towel, but even that was painful. Dressing up was excruciating, so much that he was tempted not to do it and walk around naked. When he finally went out of the bathroom, he was moving like an eighty-year old.
He sat on the closest bed, and Sam went to him with a bottle in his hands. His brow was furrowed, not mocking anymore but worried.
"Dean," he whispered, looking closely at the burns. "This is bad."
"You think I don't know it? Now get on with it."
Sam smeared the cream - some shit with aloe vera - on his red skin with slow, gentle circles. Dean knew his brother was trying to be careful, but the contact of his hand was still painful. Every time Sam saw him wince, he got slower, so it took forever and left both of them exhausted.
Later in the night, Dean was lying on his bed and unable to fall asleep despite how tired he was. He felt all sticky, burning like he was on fire, and he couldn't find a position that didn't hurt.
He was so wrapped in his misery that he hadn't paid attention to Sam's breathing and had thought he was sleeping, until he heard him sigh.
"You can't sleep, can you?" Sam said.
"Fuckin' hurt."
"I know, man. If there was something I could do to make it better, you know I..."
"It's okay, Sam. Get some sleep."
"Hmm." Dean heard a rustling of sheets. "I'm... I'm sorry I laughed."
"You were a bastard, alright," Dean said. "But I'm merciful and I forgive you. I would have done the same, except that you never burn, you lucky son of a bitch."
Sam snorted a laugh.
"Yeah. Next time you put some sunblock on."
"Oh, believe me, I've learned my lesson. Now let me suffer in peace. Sleep."
"Good night, Dean."
"Want me to tell you a story to put you to sleep? You fucking baby." After a moment of silence, he added: "Good night."
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And then Sam rubs him with cream... I'm going to have sweet dreams tonight...
HA!
Anyway, great fic. Do us all a favor and write more h/c!! Such a cute little snippet. I love how Sammy can't sleep because Dean is so uncomfortable. And you know I've managed to fry myself a few times this summer, so I can definitely feel Dean's pain. Sunburns SUCK.
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You're welcome, it was a pleasure! And as you know too, every thing in this fic comes from experience. Yeah, sunburn suck! Thank you for commenting, I'm glad you liked it!
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Me too, and it happened to me recently. I'm really jealous of people who don't burn easily! Thank you for your comment.
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Aw, sorry to hear that. Hope it will get better soon!
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