Full Moon Whispers (Wincest Fanfiction)
Ship: Sam/Dean
Author: Me
Beta’d: Millie aka nightsammy
Summary: They’re at Bobby’s house. They’re alone.
They’re at Bobby’s house. They’re alone. Bobby’s working on a job with Rufus.
Sam’s watching the dark sky and the palid light of full moon, while lying with his brother on the red sofa. When he turns his face around to look at Dean and say something, he notices that Dean’s already sleeping. Sam has never had the chance to watch his brother sleeping. It is perfect. He could just die here, and he’d die happy.
Hours go by… Well, that’s what it feels like. All the minutes and seconds seems to be infinite. Sam can’t stop staring at Dean. He’s not sure why, but he can’t. And he knows it’s not normal. But he doesn’t really care.
Dean’s head is propped up on a pillow and their limbs are tangled together. Sam notices he’s holding Dean’s wrist when he needs to get some hair out of his face. Dean opens his eyes slowly. Sam does a face that’s a mix of a frown and a pout, because he didn’t want him to wake up. He completely forgot that Dean wakes up easily at night.
“Damn it.” Sam whispers. “I’m sorry, go back to sleep,” he says, a bit louder.
“No thanks, Sam. Somebody just woke me up,” Dean says grumpily while he gets up.
“Dean, I said I’m sorry.” Sam is tired, and too peaceful to argue with his brother, but he can’t help himself repeating the words.
Dean walks over to the fridge and looks for beer.
“Are you kidding me?” he grumbles, seeing that there’s no more beer. “Sam!”
“What now, Dean?” Sam gets up and asks, a little sick and tired of his grumpy brother.
“There’s no beer,” Dean walks towards Sam, who rolls his eyes smiling.
“Yeah… Bobby took the last ones for him and Rufus.”
“Oh, no…” Dean does a pouty face. “Sam… Sammy.”
“No… No, no, no.” Sam knows already what he trying to do. “There’s not even any stores open! Look at your clock, dude.”
“… Come again?” Dean’s expression changes, and he looks sort of terrified now.
“It’s 4AM, Dean. I’m not going!” Sam keeps talking, seemingly oblivious.
“No, wait. You… You mentioned…” An awkward pause lasts for a little while. Sam’s waiting for Dean to finish. “You mentioned my cock, what was that for?” Dean, smiling now, walks forward until he’s right up and close with his brother.
Sam doesn’t say anything, he just tilts his head up, with his eyes focused on Dean’s. It’s these times he really notices how much he’s grown and how much taller he is. Sam can smell Dean’s cologne and Dean can smell Sam’s soap.
Sam closes his eyes and furrows his eyebrows. “What are you doing, Dean?”
Dean holds Sam’s left arm, and slides his hand down slowly until he feels Sam’s fingers. Sam’s nervous, and trembles slightly. “Are y- Are you sure about th-,“
“Yes, Sam.” Dean interrupts. “But only ready if you are.”
Sam instantly grabs Dean’s neck softly and kisses him. Dean, surprised by the kiss, walks backwards. He’s not sure if he did that to stop Sam from kissing him or to pull him along. He just raises his arms, about to push Sam back and away, telling him to stop, but realizes that he’s actually enjoying it, and slowly let his arms fall down and stops walking. Their bodies crashes into each other and they’re standing in the middle of the room.
Dean grasps at his brother’s back with his right hand and uses the left to help taking his shirt off. The smell of Sam’s shirt is even better. Dean looks at Sam’s chest, lost in thought. Sam smiles, pulls him closer and closes his eyes. Dean leans up to whisper in his ear. “This night, we won’t forget,” and closes his eyes while he pulls back.
“I never forget our nights, Dean,” Sam whispers, happy, but nervous.
They both have their eyes closed. Sam’s mouth is open and they’re sharing each other’s breaths. Dean kisses him and Sam grasps a hold of his brother’s shoulders and pulls him closer. Their chests touch, and Sam walks backwards towards the couch. Dean goes with him, not breaking the kiss. Dean slides his arm around Sam’s waist and Sam falls backwards, down onto the couch. It catches them both by a surprise.
“Dude…” Dean laughs at Sam’s surprised face.
“Shut up,” Sam mutters and yanks at Dean’s hand, making him fall on top of him.
They share a look, and Dean lays down, covering his brother’s body with his own. Dean has his cheek on Sam’s chest, and they cuddle each other for a few minutes. Dean lifts his head to look at Sam, who’s not looking back, but is smiling. Sam turns his head then, catches Dean’s stare and stares right back at him. That’s when he feels Dean’s hand sliding down his waist. Sam sighs, pleased.
“I didn’t go nowhere yet, tiger.” Dean laughs.
“Oh, you were the one who said we won’t forget this night, right?” His voice trembles. Dean looks confused, with an unreadable smile on his face. Sam shifts, making Dean lay beside him and not on top of him, before he slides on top of him instead, straddling his waist. Sam takes his brother’s shirt off. Surprised, Dean helps his brother doing so, their gaze locked on each other. Dean with a surprised look on his face, and Sam with a nervous smile. Both their shirts are now on the floor. Sam leans down, putting his mouth to Dean’s ear. “I want to make sure of it,” he whispers.
They still have a few days until Bobby comes back from the hunt. They intend make the best out of the nights they have together. Though it doesn’t really matter. They’ve been doing this for nearly 4 years now.