Dreaming of Supernatural
Warnings if you want them: Slash, Incest between the Winchester brothers, Implications of past rape.
Wow. I had a sex dream about supernatural. Here's how it went...
I was Dean, I was trying to hide from Sam who was evil or had Lucifer in him or something I'm not quite sure. I remember being in a small room filled with boxes and stuff, some sort of storage room, the door was slightly ajar and i was waiting for Sams minions, because I have no idea what Sam was and who might be protecting him.
Then because it was a dream and dreams do this the scenery switched to a bathroom, I'm naked and laying on the floor aching all over. I remember thinking, in deans voice no less, that the bathroom was nearly as good as that one he used when the bugs were attacking that suburb. That was when I noticed Sam, looking too calm and tilting his head in that way that Castiel does when he's confused. I remember feeling sad, pained at the thought that I had lost my little brother again.
"Give him back you son of a bitch," My voice cracked and i tried to get up but the room was spinning and my head was throbbing.
"I told them not to hurt you..." Sam said sadly as he crouched down beside me and placed a hand on my arm. God it even feels like Sam.
"Why's that you wanted me fresh and pretty so you could see how long it took me to break?"
Sam frowned and made the face that he did when he thought Dean was being stupid. "You're my brother, of course I don't want you hurt."
"You're not him!" I screamed finally able to get up on my own, though I was swaying. Then Sam started flickering and my sight was going dark, but not with unconsciousness. Something was taking my sight. I freaked, clutching at my bare chest and started shaking, Sam was talking asking what was wrong when his voice tapered off and I couldn't hear him anymore, couldn't hear anything.
This was when the POV changed slightly because I could hear and see what Sam was doing but Dean was still sensory deprived. Sam gently placed his hands on Dean's shoulders explaining that it was a spell to keep him from being found, that it must be working on him now because he didn't think Sam was his brother, didn't trust him. A demon, minion guy walked in to try and talk to Sam but he just growled for it to get a room ready for his brother.
This is where the dream veers into adult territory. I found myself back in Dean's head again, shaking and afraid, the only thing keeping him grounded were Sam's hands on his shoulders, the only real thing in this silent dark place. The hands moved and Dean was being moved and then placed on the floor but it was carpet this time, not tile. Sam was stradling his hips, caressing his arms, shoulders, neck, face. It felt like Sam, felt like his Sammy. Probelm was Dean was naked and he'd been thinking about Sam in a very...unbrotherly way since Hell, since Alistair had...No he wouldn't think about that because these hands weren't cruel, weren't cutting, they were clloused and rough and big and gentle. Dean knew he moaned but couldn't hear it. Felt his hips bucking up into the heat above him, felt the hands still on him and he felt the whimper rise in his throat.
It took a moment for the hands to continue their exploration, this time sensual instead of comforting, gliding over ribs and stomach and hips, making heat build in Dean's belly and hardening his nipples and cock. If Dean were able to hear himself he would have been embarrassed by the needy wanton sounds escaping him. Then there were lips on his own, tongue gliding over them and delving deep inside.
Dean shuddered in pleasure and arched up wanting as much friction as possible and that was when he felt the hardness in Sams jeans. knew that Sam felt the same need to touch, caress, take, mine.
Then Dean opened his eyes, not knowing when he closed them to see Sam looking down at him, lips swollen, face flushed, eyes blown wide with lust. Dean arched up and watched Sam's eyes flutter as he felt his grip tighten slightly on his hip and shoulder. Then he heard panting, his and Sam's, too loud after so much silence.
"Dean, so beautiful like this. Want you," The words were soft and sincere but...they were like before. Like hell.
Alistair would take on Sam's shape, flaunt Dean's sinful thoughts at him. Make Dean hard and wanting and then slice into him, with words and knife. 'Sammy always knew how to hurt you the most, didn't he Dean?'
'No he wouldn't do this,' Dean would vehemently deny, even as doubt trickled into him like the tiny rivulets of water that started the grand canyon.
"No!" Dean shouted shoving at Sam's shoulder, unbalancing him easily enough in his shock and pushed back so his back touched a wall, his side against a dresser. "No, he wouldn't hurt me like that he wouldn't!"
"Dean?" Sam asked tentatively reaching out to touch him.
"Don't! Don't you look like him. Please, anyone but him. Sam will never know. Never. Can't tell him. Can't."
Unfortunately that was when I woke up...stupid eye doctor appointment. but I am thinking of making this into a full blown fic. What do you all think?
Wow. I had a sex dream about supernatural. Here's how it went...
I was Dean, I was trying to hide from Sam who was evil or had Lucifer in him or something I'm not quite sure. I remember being in a small room filled with boxes and stuff, some sort of storage room, the door was slightly ajar and i was waiting for Sams minions, because I have no idea what Sam was and who might be protecting him.
Then because it was a dream and dreams do this the scenery switched to a bathroom, I'm naked and laying on the floor aching all over. I remember thinking, in deans voice no less, that the bathroom was nearly as good as that one he used when the bugs were attacking that suburb. That was when I noticed Sam, looking too calm and tilting his head in that way that Castiel does when he's confused. I remember feeling sad, pained at the thought that I had lost my little brother again.
"Give him back you son of a bitch," My voice cracked and i tried to get up but the room was spinning and my head was throbbing.
"I told them not to hurt you..." Sam said sadly as he crouched down beside me and placed a hand on my arm. God it even feels like Sam.
"Why's that you wanted me fresh and pretty so you could see how long it took me to break?"
Sam frowned and made the face that he did when he thought Dean was being stupid. "You're my brother, of course I don't want you hurt."
"You're not him!" I screamed finally able to get up on my own, though I was swaying. Then Sam started flickering and my sight was going dark, but not with unconsciousness. Something was taking my sight. I freaked, clutching at my bare chest and started shaking, Sam was talking asking what was wrong when his voice tapered off and I couldn't hear him anymore, couldn't hear anything.
This was when the POV changed slightly because I could hear and see what Sam was doing but Dean was still sensory deprived. Sam gently placed his hands on Dean's shoulders explaining that it was a spell to keep him from being found, that it must be working on him now because he didn't think Sam was his brother, didn't trust him. A demon, minion guy walked in to try and talk to Sam but he just growled for it to get a room ready for his brother.
This is where the dream veers into adult territory. I found myself back in Dean's head again, shaking and afraid, the only thing keeping him grounded were Sam's hands on his shoulders, the only real thing in this silent dark place. The hands moved and Dean was being moved and then placed on the floor but it was carpet this time, not tile. Sam was stradling his hips, caressing his arms, shoulders, neck, face. It felt like Sam, felt like his Sammy. Probelm was Dean was naked and he'd been thinking about Sam in a very...unbrotherly way since Hell, since Alistair had...No he wouldn't think about that because these hands weren't cruel, weren't cutting, they were clloused and rough and big and gentle. Dean knew he moaned but couldn't hear it. Felt his hips bucking up into the heat above him, felt the hands still on him and he felt the whimper rise in his throat.
It took a moment for the hands to continue their exploration, this time sensual instead of comforting, gliding over ribs and stomach and hips, making heat build in Dean's belly and hardening his nipples and cock. If Dean were able to hear himself he would have been embarrassed by the needy wanton sounds escaping him. Then there were lips on his own, tongue gliding over them and delving deep inside.
Dean shuddered in pleasure and arched up wanting as much friction as possible and that was when he felt the hardness in Sams jeans. knew that Sam felt the same need to touch, caress, take, mine.
Then Dean opened his eyes, not knowing when he closed them to see Sam looking down at him, lips swollen, face flushed, eyes blown wide with lust. Dean arched up and watched Sam's eyes flutter as he felt his grip tighten slightly on his hip and shoulder. Then he heard panting, his and Sam's, too loud after so much silence.
"Dean, so beautiful like this. Want you," The words were soft and sincere but...they were like before. Like hell.
Alistair would take on Sam's shape, flaunt Dean's sinful thoughts at him. Make Dean hard and wanting and then slice into him, with words and knife. 'Sammy always knew how to hurt you the most, didn't he Dean?'
'No he wouldn't do this,' Dean would vehemently deny, even as doubt trickled into him like the tiny rivulets of water that started the grand canyon.
"No!" Dean shouted shoving at Sam's shoulder, unbalancing him easily enough in his shock and pushed back so his back touched a wall, his side against a dresser. "No, he wouldn't hurt me like that he wouldn't!"
"Dean?" Sam asked tentatively reaching out to touch him.
"Don't! Don't you look like him. Please, anyone but him. Sam will never know. Never. Can't tell him. Can't."
Unfortunately that was when I woke up...stupid eye doctor appointment. but I am thinking of making this into a full blown fic. What do you all think?