fanfiction: Supernatural: Series: Let Me Name {1} One-PG-13
Series Title: Let Me Name the Ways (1/3)
Part One: Hair
Rating: hard PG-13 (post sex)
Pairing: Wincest
Word Count: 721
Spoilers: None
Summary: Dean really loves Sammy’s hair.
Disclaimer: Don’t Own, Am Truly Broke
Authors Note: Series of short stories telling why Dean loves certain parts of his brother’s body. As of now there are three. These are in Dean’s POV which is why its Sammy and not Sam; I really think subconsciously Dean will always think of his brother as Sammy. Hope you enjoy.
{2} Hands
{3} Eyes
Hands slowly moved along his scalp caressing the bumps and tiny scars that were found under his messy hair. His hair was sweat soaked and to Dean it smelled perfectly and purely of Sammy. Absentmindedly he stroked Sammy’s hair as he thought back to the events that had started his fascination with his brother’s hair.
Their father had left extra money for Dean to take Sammy to the nearest barbers to get his hair trimmed. Dean however had spent the money on excessive amounts of food because for once they had a TV that worked in their hotel room and he was going to watch the football game “god-damn-it”; even if Sammy complained that it was his turn to choose the show. So Sammy whined and fussed all day long until Dean finally relented.
“Fine you wuss, I’ll cut your hair.” Dean said frustrated that Sammy had won another argument just by opening his puppy dog eyes.
“I’ll get my hair wet, the scissors are on the kitchen counter.” Sammy said his face breaking into a smile the tears seemed to have completely disappeared in an instant, his eyes weren’t even red from crying. Dean instantly knew, though he would deny it later, that he had been conned.
Dean went to the counter and picked up the small pair of scissors and stared at them for a long time. He had no idea what he was doing, but he couldn’t show Sammy his doubt. When Sammy got out of the shower he was dressed in one of Dean’s old t-shirts which seemed to just fit around his growing body, his sweat pants were too short again.
Sammy smiled and sat down on the stool that was under the brightest of the incandescent light bulbs that lit the room in a yellowish shadowy light. He walked over to where Sammy sat and discovered he was too short.
“You mammoth sit on the couch your too tall to sit on the stool.” Dean said pushing Sammy off the stool.
“But there is no light over there.” Sammy whined.
“I’ll move the light over, now get your ass moving.” Dean said putting his hand on Sam’s lower back and maneuvering him to the couch.
Sammy reluctantly moved and Dean moved the floor lamp over. It made a dramatic shadow on Sammy’s head which kept most of his hair in darkness. Dean sighed, this was going to be harder then he thought. He tried to move the lamp so that there would be no shadow but the cord was too short. Finally after five minutes of fighting with the lamp Dean just placed it where it had been to begin with.
He knew vaguely what barbers did when they cut hair. He had gone to a barbers before. They always started with running their hands through his hair, which was hard since it was cut so short. However Sammy’s hair was long, falling over his ears and eyes. So Dean placed the scissors on the edge of the couch and ran his hands through Sammy’s damp hair.
It was different now, Sammy was taller then him, not wearing his hand-me-down clothes that were too small for him. His eyes were closed, which Dean would have to change because he really loved Sammy’s eyes. Dean was lying halfway on top of Sammy. Sweat and cum drying in the cooling hotel room, post-sex tiredness slowly sinking into their bodies. Yet Dean always loved to touch Sammy’s hair, even if his haircutting skills had made Sammy wear a hat for three months.
Part One: Hair
Rating: hard PG-13 (post sex)
Pairing: Wincest
Word Count: 721
Spoilers: None
Summary: Dean really loves Sammy’s hair.
Disclaimer: Don’t Own, Am Truly Broke
Authors Note: Series of short stories telling why Dean loves certain parts of his brother’s body. As of now there are three. These are in Dean’s POV which is why its Sammy and not Sam; I really think subconsciously Dean will always think of his brother as Sammy. Hope you enjoy.
{2} Hands
{3} Eyes
Hands slowly moved along his scalp caressing the bumps and tiny scars that were found under his messy hair. His hair was sweat soaked and to Dean it smelled perfectly and purely of Sammy. Absentmindedly he stroked Sammy’s hair as he thought back to the events that had started his fascination with his brother’s hair.
Their father had left extra money for Dean to take Sammy to the nearest barbers to get his hair trimmed. Dean however had spent the money on excessive amounts of food because for once they had a TV that worked in their hotel room and he was going to watch the football game “god-damn-it”; even if Sammy complained that it was his turn to choose the show. So Sammy whined and fussed all day long until Dean finally relented.
“Fine you wuss, I’ll cut your hair.” Dean said frustrated that Sammy had won another argument just by opening his puppy dog eyes.
“I’ll get my hair wet, the scissors are on the kitchen counter.” Sammy said his face breaking into a smile the tears seemed to have completely disappeared in an instant, his eyes weren’t even red from crying. Dean instantly knew, though he would deny it later, that he had been conned.
Dean went to the counter and picked up the small pair of scissors and stared at them for a long time. He had no idea what he was doing, but he couldn’t show Sammy his doubt. When Sammy got out of the shower he was dressed in one of Dean’s old t-shirts which seemed to just fit around his growing body, his sweat pants were too short again.
Sammy smiled and sat down on the stool that was under the brightest of the incandescent light bulbs that lit the room in a yellowish shadowy light. He walked over to where Sammy sat and discovered he was too short.
“You mammoth sit on the couch your too tall to sit on the stool.” Dean said pushing Sammy off the stool.
“But there is no light over there.” Sammy whined.
“I’ll move the light over, now get your ass moving.” Dean said putting his hand on Sam’s lower back and maneuvering him to the couch.
Sammy reluctantly moved and Dean moved the floor lamp over. It made a dramatic shadow on Sammy’s head which kept most of his hair in darkness. Dean sighed, this was going to be harder then he thought. He tried to move the lamp so that there would be no shadow but the cord was too short. Finally after five minutes of fighting with the lamp Dean just placed it where it had been to begin with.
He knew vaguely what barbers did when they cut hair. He had gone to a barbers before. They always started with running their hands through his hair, which was hard since it was cut so short. However Sammy’s hair was long, falling over his ears and eyes. So Dean placed the scissors on the edge of the couch and ran his hands through Sammy’s damp hair.
It was different now, Sammy was taller then him, not wearing his hand-me-down clothes that were too small for him. His eyes were closed, which Dean would have to change because he really loved Sammy’s eyes. Dean was lying halfway on top of Sammy. Sweat and cum drying in the cooling hotel room, post-sex tiredness slowly sinking into their bodies. Yet Dean always loved to touch Sammy’s hair, even if his haircutting skills had made Sammy wear a hat for three months.