Wherein Jinx FAILS, but also comes bearing fic.
So, yes, I am very much MADE OF FAIL. However, very very very late, here is a birthday fic for ze_pink_lady who has brought nothing but awesomeness and joy to my flist since she said one day, "Hey, you write fic and I write fic, why aren't we friends??". And the rest, as they say, is history. XD
So, um. This didn't exactly turn out like I had planned, because there isn't actually any porn in it. And there was going to be, but apparently the boys wanted to wait, so there may be a sequel? But right now, there isn't. Um.
So, HAPPY VERY VERY RIDICULOUSLY BELATED BIRTHDAY, LAURA! *headdesk* I really, really hope you like it.
Untitled
R
Wincest
AU for the end of the last episode of S3. So, y'know, SPOILERS.
For ze_pink_lady.
Unbeta'd. So, yeah. Mistakes, point them out to me.
Dean couldn’t stop glancing at his watch, even as they searched the house for Lilith. He knew he should be focused on the job at hand, but it was only thirty minutes until midnight, and Dean was scared. He’d tried not to let Sammy see it, but he’d never been more terrified in his life.
When ‘Ruby’ revealed herself to be Lilith, Dean felt as though his heart had stopped. That was it, over. Even though Ruby - the real Ruby - had said that she couldn’t save him, he had retained some hope that maybe, maybe, she might have a plan to save him that didn’t involve Sammy. Dean would rather rot in hell than let Sammy go darkside for him, but the stubborn bastard had looked as though he was considering it when Ruby first suggested it.
Dean could hear the hellhounds scratching at the door, and automatically reached out to try and stop Lilith as she leaned towards the door, hand outstretched towards the handle…and stopped. Dean’s breath caught in his throat; had she changed her mind? Was she willing to bargain? He glanced at her face and paused. Lilith was staring at her hand in horror.
“Leave my brother alone,” Sam hissed, eyes flashing yellow as the finger he had pointed at the demon crooked upwards, lifting her off of the floor.
“What…?” Lilith managed, before Sam began to chant. It wasn’t their usual exorcism chant; this one felt older. Darker. Lilith was writhing, inhuman screams echoing in the small room. Dean could no longer hear the hellhounds scrabbling outside; he could still hear them, but it sounded as though they were whining, retreating, as their mistress looked as though she was being torn apart from the inside.
“Sam!” he cried out, trying to stop his brother, because - god, okay, she was a demon, but it looked like Sam was having fun torturing her, and that was not his Sammy. But maybe it wasn’t his Sammy any more - this Sam-shape with yellow eyes and a voice which sounded as though it reverberated off the very walls.
Sam barely spared him a glance, his voice getting louder as the words became almost indistinct. It wasn’t Latin any more; Dean wasn’t sure what language it was. Wasn’t sure he wanted to know.
The body Lilith was inhabiting began to shudder as black smoke poured out of her eyes, nose and mouth, moving in a sluggish cloud towards Sam. Sam’s lip curled as he held his hand out, stopping the cloud in its tracks as he chanted. Dean barely spared a glance for the poor dead girl on the floor, used up and broken by demons, as the cloud writhed and swirled in midair. Suddenly, with a sound that Dean was sure would echo in his head until he died, the cloud exploded in a blinding flash of fiery imploding ash, and was gone. Dean stared in disbelief at his brother, feeling increasingly unsettled as Sam turned towards him, eyes still an unnatural yellow.
“Sam?” he asked tentatively, his heart dropping as Sam’s mouth turned up in a smirk. Oh, God, no, Dean thought, fear bubbling up in his chest as Sam stalked towards him.
“What’s wrong, Dean?” Sam was smiling, but his tone was ice cold. “Don’t you like me any more?”
“Sam, you…you don’t want to do this. You can get it under control - you know you can.”
Sam seemed to ignore him. “Do you know what killing that demon felt like? How much power was running through me?” Dean blinked as he was thrown against the wall by an unseen force. Pinned in place, he was unable to move as Sam stalked over and he turned his head, unable to look into his brother’s eyes. “It was intoxicating,” Sam whispered, mouth brushing against his ear.
Sam was pressing him right against the wall with his body now, and Dean could feel his brother hard against his hip. For all that he couldn’t move his limbs, he could feel his own body start to respond, being surrounded by Samsamsam having the same effect as it always did.
“Sam.” It was pleading - almost a whimper, and Sam paused, backing off a little.
“Hey, shh, Dean.” Dean looked up and thought he caught a glimpse of his Sam behind the yellow eyes. “Don’t I always take care of you?” Sam bit gently on his earlobe and Dean nodded, heart stuttering in his chest as Sam leaned in and captured his lips in a surprisingly gentle kiss. “I wasn’t going to let you die, Dean,” Sam whispered, and Dean nodded again, knowing that if he’d been in Sam’s position he’d have done exactly the same thing.
Sam buried his face in Dean’s neck, nipping at the skin. “Almost lost you today,” Sam muttered, words muffled by skin and the collar of his shirt. “Never again, Dean. I’m not losing you again.” He pulled back and looked Dean in the eyes. Dean’s breath caught in his throat when he saw that Sam’s eyes were almost totally back to their own color, with only a hint of the unnatural yellow at the edges of his iris. Realizing that he could move again, Dean brought a hand up to cup Sam’s cheek.
“Come on, Sammy. We need to get out of here.” Sam nodded, keeping a hand on the small of Dean’s back as they walked, as if unable to stop touching him. They left the house, trying to reassure the family that the nightmare was over, but that there was a young woman - a casualty of what had been possessing their daughter - in one of their rooms. The family thanked them for getting rid of Lilith, although Dean could see that they didn’t fully understand what had happened, and maybe it was better that way.
As soon as they were back in the Impala, Sam turned to Dean. “I can control it, you know. I mean, it might take some practice, but I think that I could harness the power without it affecting me, you know. Like that.” He looked at Dean, face solemn. “And I think I’m gonna need it, because now she’s gone there are gonna be other demons vying for the crown, so we’re gonna need all the weapons we can get.”
“I don’t like it, Sammy,” Dean said quietly. “Whatever that thing was in there…it wasn’t you.”
Sam shook his head. “Maybe not, but I was still inside there, and I still managed to control it. Like I said: with practice? There won’t be a problem.”
“Or it’ll take you over.” Dean knew that what Sam was saying was true, but he couldn’t shake the feeling of unease at the thought of Sam giving in to his powers.
“It won’t,” Sam said stubbornly, and Dean knew it was best to drop the topic for now.
“So, um, thanks for, y’know, saving me,” Dean said quietly, rubbing the back of his neck in discomfort.
Sam smiled. “So what do you plan on doing with your newly-extended lifespan?”
Grinning, Dean looked coyly at Sam from beneath his lashes. “I was thinking that you could take me home and fuck me through the mattress.”
Sam gulped and Dean laughed as he pulled out of the driveway and towards the motel. They might have a hell of a fight ahead of them, but all in all? Dean figured he’d definitely had worse days.
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Up next: hd_obsession's, and then enchanted_jae's. Hopefully by the end of the week. And then, Rachel, I SWEAR I'm gonna write the Ryan/Spencer in the pornocabin fic. SWEAR.
So, um. This didn't exactly turn out like I had planned, because there isn't actually any porn in it. And there was going to be, but apparently the boys wanted to wait, so there may be a sequel? But right now, there isn't. Um.
So, HAPPY VERY VERY RIDICULOUSLY BELATED BIRTHDAY, LAURA! *headdesk* I really, really hope you like it.
Untitled
R
Wincest
AU for the end of the last episode of S3. So, y'know, SPOILERS.
For ze_pink_lady.
Unbeta'd. So, yeah. Mistakes, point them out to me.
Dean couldn’t stop glancing at his watch, even as they searched the house for Lilith. He knew he should be focused on the job at hand, but it was only thirty minutes until midnight, and Dean was scared. He’d tried not to let Sammy see it, but he’d never been more terrified in his life.
When ‘Ruby’ revealed herself to be Lilith, Dean felt as though his heart had stopped. That was it, over. Even though Ruby - the real Ruby - had said that she couldn’t save him, he had retained some hope that maybe, maybe, she might have a plan to save him that didn’t involve Sammy. Dean would rather rot in hell than let Sammy go darkside for him, but the stubborn bastard had looked as though he was considering it when Ruby first suggested it.
Dean could hear the hellhounds scratching at the door, and automatically reached out to try and stop Lilith as she leaned towards the door, hand outstretched towards the handle…and stopped. Dean’s breath caught in his throat; had she changed her mind? Was she willing to bargain? He glanced at her face and paused. Lilith was staring at her hand in horror.
“Leave my brother alone,” Sam hissed, eyes flashing yellow as the finger he had pointed at the demon crooked upwards, lifting her off of the floor.
“What…?” Lilith managed, before Sam began to chant. It wasn’t their usual exorcism chant; this one felt older. Darker. Lilith was writhing, inhuman screams echoing in the small room. Dean could no longer hear the hellhounds scrabbling outside; he could still hear them, but it sounded as though they were whining, retreating, as their mistress looked as though she was being torn apart from the inside.
“Sam!” he cried out, trying to stop his brother, because - god, okay, she was a demon, but it looked like Sam was having fun torturing her, and that was not his Sammy. But maybe it wasn’t his Sammy any more - this Sam-shape with yellow eyes and a voice which sounded as though it reverberated off the very walls.
Sam barely spared him a glance, his voice getting louder as the words became almost indistinct. It wasn’t Latin any more; Dean wasn’t sure what language it was. Wasn’t sure he wanted to know.
The body Lilith was inhabiting began to shudder as black smoke poured out of her eyes, nose and mouth, moving in a sluggish cloud towards Sam. Sam’s lip curled as he held his hand out, stopping the cloud in its tracks as he chanted. Dean barely spared a glance for the poor dead girl on the floor, used up and broken by demons, as the cloud writhed and swirled in midair. Suddenly, with a sound that Dean was sure would echo in his head until he died, the cloud exploded in a blinding flash of fiery imploding ash, and was gone. Dean stared in disbelief at his brother, feeling increasingly unsettled as Sam turned towards him, eyes still an unnatural yellow.
“Sam?” he asked tentatively, his heart dropping as Sam’s mouth turned up in a smirk. Oh, God, no, Dean thought, fear bubbling up in his chest as Sam stalked towards him.
“What’s wrong, Dean?” Sam was smiling, but his tone was ice cold. “Don’t you like me any more?”
“Sam, you…you don’t want to do this. You can get it under control - you know you can.”
Sam seemed to ignore him. “Do you know what killing that demon felt like? How much power was running through me?” Dean blinked as he was thrown against the wall by an unseen force. Pinned in place, he was unable to move as Sam stalked over and he turned his head, unable to look into his brother’s eyes. “It was intoxicating,” Sam whispered, mouth brushing against his ear.
Sam was pressing him right against the wall with his body now, and Dean could feel his brother hard against his hip. For all that he couldn’t move his limbs, he could feel his own body start to respond, being surrounded by Samsamsam having the same effect as it always did.
“Sam.” It was pleading - almost a whimper, and Sam paused, backing off a little.
“Hey, shh, Dean.” Dean looked up and thought he caught a glimpse of his Sam behind the yellow eyes. “Don’t I always take care of you?” Sam bit gently on his earlobe and Dean nodded, heart stuttering in his chest as Sam leaned in and captured his lips in a surprisingly gentle kiss. “I wasn’t going to let you die, Dean,” Sam whispered, and Dean nodded again, knowing that if he’d been in Sam’s position he’d have done exactly the same thing.
Sam buried his face in Dean’s neck, nipping at the skin. “Almost lost you today,” Sam muttered, words muffled by skin and the collar of his shirt. “Never again, Dean. I’m not losing you again.” He pulled back and looked Dean in the eyes. Dean’s breath caught in his throat when he saw that Sam’s eyes were almost totally back to their own color, with only a hint of the unnatural yellow at the edges of his iris. Realizing that he could move again, Dean brought a hand up to cup Sam’s cheek.
“Come on, Sammy. We need to get out of here.” Sam nodded, keeping a hand on the small of Dean’s back as they walked, as if unable to stop touching him. They left the house, trying to reassure the family that the nightmare was over, but that there was a young woman - a casualty of what had been possessing their daughter - in one of their rooms. The family thanked them for getting rid of Lilith, although Dean could see that they didn’t fully understand what had happened, and maybe it was better that way.
As soon as they were back in the Impala, Sam turned to Dean. “I can control it, you know. I mean, it might take some practice, but I think that I could harness the power without it affecting me, you know. Like that.” He looked at Dean, face solemn. “And I think I’m gonna need it, because now she’s gone there are gonna be other demons vying for the crown, so we’re gonna need all the weapons we can get.”
“I don’t like it, Sammy,” Dean said quietly. “Whatever that thing was in there…it wasn’t you.”
Sam shook his head. “Maybe not, but I was still inside there, and I still managed to control it. Like I said: with practice? There won’t be a problem.”
“Or it’ll take you over.” Dean knew that what Sam was saying was true, but he couldn’t shake the feeling of unease at the thought of Sam giving in to his powers.
“It won’t,” Sam said stubbornly, and Dean knew it was best to drop the topic for now.
“So, um, thanks for, y’know, saving me,” Dean said quietly, rubbing the back of his neck in discomfort.
Sam smiled. “So what do you plan on doing with your newly-extended lifespan?”
Grinning, Dean looked coyly at Sam from beneath his lashes. “I was thinking that you could take me home and fuck me through the mattress.”
Sam gulped and Dean laughed as he pulled out of the driveway and towards the motel. They might have a hell of a fight ahead of them, but all in all? Dean figured he’d definitely had worse days.
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Up next: hd_obsession's, and then enchanted_jae's. Hopefully by the end of the week. And then, Rachel, I SWEAR I'm gonna write the Ryan/Spencer in the pornocabin fic. SWEAR.