Waya Udilehvsgi - 1/2
Title: Waya Udilehvsgi (Coyote Fever) - 1/2
Author:
Fetish for Dean Winchester and lady_simoriah for Sam Winchester.
Rating: NC17
Character(s): Sam/Dean, Sam/OMC, Jessica Moore.
Round: 8, Prompt: 22. Sam - Can’t Stop.
Spoilers: None really. Boys just past S1:04
Word Count: 9058
Warning: Slash (wincest), Swearing, schmoop, angst.
Summary: Sam and Dean were just leaving their winter vacation in the mountains when Sam meets a mysterious old Indian who there seems to be more to than meets the eye and Sam winds up with a curse from the local Trickster unlike any other the boys have ever experienced.
A/N: From the AU verse retelling Supernatural wincest style by,
Fetish and lady_simoriah - Our Wherever I May Roam verse (This fiction occurs just after ‘Smokey Mountain Holiday’.
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Sam had the map of Cherokee spread across his lap trying to figure out the best way to get from here to Toledo, Ohio. He was starting to wonder if he was suffering from vacation lag or something like that because he couldn't make heads or tails of how to get to the interstate let alone Toledo. He glanced up out the window where Dean was leaning against the Impala humming Zeppelin as he watched the numbers roll and the gas pump.
"I think I'm gonna ask for directions," he announced after spending another five minutes trying to figure out the map.
Dean looked over at Sam from the corner of his eye, giving a shrug, "You think we need 'em?" He asked with a grin, "Sam, I know how to get us back to the highway."
"I just wanna be sure, with that case waiting in Ohio we can't really afford to get lost."
Sam pushed open his door, the hinges groaning, and climbed out, careful to watch his head, then slammed the door shut. He looked around at the other people at the station hoping maybe someone was a local who'd know their way around.
Dean chuckled softly as he looked at his brother and shook his head, "Whatever, jus' don't take long, I'm 'bout done here."
Sam nodded and walked off having spotted an elderly Native man sitting on a bench up near the station mart. He approached cautiously and paused for a minute when the man turned to look at him, a slight twinkle in his narrowed eyes. He considered finding someone else for a moment but most of the other people were pulling out of the station and the clerk inside seemed to be busy. He finally walked over and sat down beside the older gentleman and looked over his maps again.
The old Indian glanced over at Sam from the corner of his eye, a sly smile pulling at the corner of his lips before he cleared his throat, nodding toward the maps that the young white man was looking at.
"Are you lost?" He asked, shifting on the bench, turning just slightly toward Sam.
"Not yet," chuckled Sam, looking up at the old man, "Trying to avoid it actually, could you show me the most direct path to the interstate?"
He held out the maps to the old man hoping that he could make better sense of them than Sam seemed to be able to.
The Old man looked down at the maps for only a moment before pushing them aside and lifting a hand, pointing further down the road, "Follow the stream to where it forks, if you head into the sun in the late afternoon," he nodded, "you will find your way."
Sam squinted in the direction the man was pointing then looked back to the maps then back to the road.
"Hmmmm, yeah, okay...I think I see it now," he said, getting to his feet and holding out his hand to the old man to shake. "Thanks for the help."
The old man raised his hand, clasping Sam's, his dark eyes staring into Sam's hazel.
"You and your u-na-li-go-hi (mate) stay ni-ga-na-ye-gv-na (safe), you never know what or who you may run into in the ge-ya-da-hi (wild)."
He offered a small tight-lipped smile, releasing Sam's hand before pulling to his feet and heading toward the back of the gas station.
"Um...okay," said Sam, watching the man go then turning back to the car.
He scratched his head and had a strange feeling something wasn't quite right with that guy. He turned back for just a moment and could've sworn he glimpsed the tail end of a coyote disappearing into the woods behind the gas station. He shook his head thinking more that likely he was simply seeing things and climbed back in the car before fetching his laptop out to look up what the old man's parting words. He recognized one right off the bat, u-na-li-go-hi, Gail had used it to describe him and Dean, mates, although how the old man had pieced that together had Sam wondering.
Dean slid in behind the wheel, a smile on his face as he looked over at Sam, "Didja get the directions?"
"Huh?" mumbled Sam, looking up from his computer, "Oh...yeah...um...follow the stream to where it forks and head into the late afternoon sun."
Dean quirked a brow at Sam, frowning at him like Sam had just grown horns.
"What the hell kind of directions are those? Maybe I just need to follow the yellow brick road to the tin man," he huffed, slamming his door closed and starting the car as he shook his head.
"I think you've been hangin' around the Natives too long," Dean mumbled, reaching forward and turning on the radio.
Sam just hummed in agreement as he ran the two Cherokee words through dozens of searches trying to get the right spellings to find out what they meant. He'd managed to figure out one meant safe so the guy had wanted them to stay safe but the last part was still a mystery. He blinked a couple of times as the words blurred in front of his eyes then finally shut the laptop and put it away, choosing to focus instead on the scenery passing by outside. He wasn't sure how long they had been back on the road when he started to feel a sort of warmth slowly permeate his skin.
"Dean, could you turn the heater down a little?"
Dean's brow raised once more as he slowly looked over at Sam, "S'barely on as it is, Sam," Dean grumbled with a frown, "Suns hot, so I didn't turn it up high but..." he turned his head to look his brother over, "yer gonna freeze if I turn it down any more."
"Oh," mumbled Sam.
He shifted in his seat, sinking down in it more and leaning his head against the glass which was cooler than how he felt and gave some relief to whatever this was. He could feel his body start sweating going from a mere trickle to being bad enough for him to strip off his jacket and over shirt. He shifted in his seat again still feeling hot despite stripping off his layers and it only seemed to be getting worse the longer they kept going.
Dean looked back over at Sam, his brow furrowed in confusion and slight worry, his eyes moving over Sam's form.
"Dude, you alright? Ya gonna take off yer tee next," Dean asked, glancing toward the road before returning his gaze to Sam as he shrugged, "Not that I mind, but it'd kinda be nice to know so I'm ready for it an' we don' get in a wreck."
"I might," murmured Sam, "Dunno wha's wrong...just burnin' up...hot...sweaty..."
He made the mistake of looking over at Dean sitting in the driver's seat, fingers deftly curled over the wheel and making him think of the way those same fingers curled around his cock, slipped up inside him slicked with lube, wondered if Dean had ever thought of fingering himself open like that. 'What the hell?' thought Sam. First the heat then the sweating now his libido seemed to be on overload, bombarding him with thoughts the longer he looked at Dean.
"Fuck," he muttered, turning his head back to the window.
Sam could feel his heart pounding in his chest and his breathing had sped up despite all his efforts to fight off whatever this was. It definitely wasn't the flu and it didn't feel like something he'd eaten was upsetting him because there was no nausea but other than that everything felt funky like he just wanted to crawl out of his skin. He shifted in his seat yet again and groaned when he realized his jeans were stretched tight across the crotch. He reached down absentmindedly with his hand to try and adjust to make himself more comfortable heedless of what his brother was doing or thinking.
Dean's gaze flickered between Sam and the road, watching him. The frown on Dean's face grew more pronounced as time went on and Sam seemed to be getting worse, not better. Finally unable to stop himself, Dean pulled one hand from the wheel to reach over and press the backs of his fingers to his brother's cheek before sliding his hand up the side of Sam's face to lay across his forehead. He pulled his hand away there, lowering it to the collar of Sam's tee which he shoved open wider and stretched out of shape as he jabbed his hand inside, laying it flat against his brother's upper chest.
"Jesus, Sammy, you're burning up, angel," Dean said, glancing back at the road before returning his attention to Sam once more, "What are you feeling? Is it the flu? Do you hurt?"
"Heart's up, can't catch my breath...an'..." panted Sam, "Hard enough to hammer a nail...not flu...def'nilly not flu...fuck..."
He tugged at his shirt trying to use it to draw in air to cool him off but it didn't seem to do much good. Dean's touch had goosebumps pebbling up on his skin and he felt his nipples tighten like they did when they...Oh shit!
"S'acurse...coyote...backa' the station..."
Dean's look turned incredulous, like Sam was off his rocker before that melted away to concern again as Dean caught his bottom lip between his teeth, eyeing his brother.
"Sam, I know I'm hot, but really... you're hard... now?" He asked, pulling his hand out of Sam's shirt, lowering it to his brother's crotch, cupping him; wanting to see for himself if Sam really was or if this was supposed to be some kinda joke. Not that he knew how Sam could make himself have a fever. As close as he ever got was holding the thermometer next to the lamp light in their bedroom when he had wanted John to stay home so he wouldn't have to take care of Sam and he could actually get to go out with friends. It hadn't worked, John had left anyway, but the idea was good. Thermometer said 104 by the time he pulled it from the lamp and shoved it back into his mouth just before John walked into his and Sammy's room.
Dean had to piece together just what the hell Sam was talking about with the last bit. He wasn't sure what a wild animal had to do with Sam having a fever until he thought about it and remembered that there had been a page in Dad's journal on Indian myths and folklore, but he couldn't remember a coyote being amongst the animals listed there.
"Well, there's not much I can do ta help you an' drive, Sam. Do you wan' me to pull over somewhere?" He asked before moving one arm to the back of the seat, laying it against it, stretched out.
"C'mere, Sammy, lay yer head on my shoulder an' I'll get us to the next town an' pull off so I can take a look at ya." Soothed Dean.
Sam's head had lolled back against the seat and he'd bitten back a moan when Dean'd cupped him to make sure he was telling the truth. He wanted to give his brother the glare to end all glares for thinking he'd make this shit up just to get laid. He swallowed hard when Dean offered up the chance to lay his head on his brother's shoulder but he wasn't sure if it was a good idea, if it'd make what he was feeling better or worse.
"I...I think...best'I stay over here," he stuttered, "Nah'sure wha' I might do...safer..."
Dean smiled, biting back a snicker, "Uh-huh, well, I'm not gonna hunt ya, Sam," he shook his head, pulling his arm off the back of the seat, "I don' think you have to worry about being 'safer'."
He glanced back at Sam, brows furrowing, "An' whadda ya mean coyote an' a curse? Sam, I didn' see any coyote. Not since that one, days ago. An' if it cursed you, why am I fine?" He quirked a brow.
"Know you wouldn' hurt me, don' wanna make you crash us...wanna touch you s'bad," groaned Sam.
He found himself scooting closer to Dean without really thinking about it at first then pulled back stuffing his hands under his thighs to pin them down so he couldn't touch his brother. His mind kept playing memories of sex with Dean over and over and over again like some porn DVD stuck on repeat. The memories from their vacation were the most vivid of all, he could still feel the slight soreness in his ass from the last time they'd made love before they'd had to pack up to leave. His eyes fluttered shut and he ran his hand down over his own chest to his crotch and stroked himself lightly through the denim as he gave in to watching the replay behind his eyelids.
Dean's gaze moved from the road, returning to Sam with his words. His eyes moved over Sam and the corner of his lips quirked slightly. The boy looked kinda fucked out actually. Like he did when he was under him, moaning and arching... kinda like the way he was now. Dean blinked and tore his gaze away to look back at the road, swallowing hard. He would say that maybe he'd gotten some of that curse too the way his jeans were suddenly pulled so tightly over his crotch, but he knew better. He was just damn horny all the time. Maybe that's why this supposed 'curse' of Sam's didn't affect him. You can't make a slut any hornier than she already is.
He swallowed and licked his lips before tearing his gaze away from the road to look back at his brother.... and nearly ran off the side of the mountain. "Holy fucking hell Sam!" Dean exclaimed as he jerked the wheel back, managing to straighten them out so they didn't die from Sam's Horn Dog Disease.
Dean's shout snapped Sam back to where he was and what he was doing with a jolt. He let out a whimper as he pulled his hand away from his crotch and stuffed his hand back under his thighs.
"Floor't, D," he choked out, knowing if they didn't get somewhere safe soon they were likely to wind up grease spots on the mountainside.
Dean scowled at his brother, "You pull that shit again an' I'll jus' pull over in one'a these look out spots an' take you on the damn hood," he huffed, "Friggin' tourists'd get see 'nother 'natural wonder'," he grumbled through his teeth, pressing down on the accelerator.
"M'sorry," mumbled Sam.
He rested his head against the window again and tried to focus on his breathing rather than his libido...slow breaths in and slow breaths out. He thought about cracking the window open a bit but he didn't want to blast Dean with the frigid air and force him to crank up the heater for his own comfort. Keeping his hands pinned was a struggle but he tried the best he could not to let this...this...heat...take him over completely. Eventually with all the fighting he was doing to keep from doing himself or Dean any harm he wore himself out to where he slipped into unconsciousness.
Dean drove them a little further, his gaze darting between the road and his brother. He took the exit for the first motel he could find just outside of the town of Cherokee. It was some little hole in the wall directly off the interstate, but the sign said vacancy, so he pulled in and parked the car outside the motel office.
"I'll be right back, Sammy," Dean muttered as he opened his driver side door, "try not to paint the seat of my car while I'm gone," he added, sliding from behind the wheel. Closing the car door as quietly as he could since Sam seemed to be sleeping off whatever this thing was that he'd picked up. He walked into the office, frowning. Nothing like stopping only a half hour into the drive and getting a room already again. Had he known he would have just gotten the cottage for another day. He knew it wasn't Sam's fault, but he couldn't seem to help the slightly sour mood he was in now as he walked up to the front desk and asked for a room.
When he returned, room key in hand, Dean walked over to Sam's door. As luck would have it, not only was their room on the bottom floor, but right in front of where he'd already parked so he didn't have to pull around anywhere.
Pulling open Sam's door, Dean quickly caught his brother by the shoulder, keeping him from falling out, just like he had the day they had arrived at the cottage and Sam had been out cold. He crouched next to Sam and lifted his free hand to Sam's forehead, pushing back sweat damp bangs.
"Sammy, hey, come on, we're here, I got ya a room," Dean muttered softly.
Sam groaned and blinked his eyes open blearily. For a moment he thought maybe whatever had happened had worn off with him sleeping until he turned his head and saw Dean's mouth just inches away from his own. His entire body seemed to suffuse with heat except for the spots where Dean was touching him, those remained cooler as if his brother's touch wasn't unlike the aloe he'd used to soothe his chaffed dick soon after they'd arrived.
"Dean, wan'you," he slurred.
He reached up and brushed a hand against his brother's cheek as he stared at him, practically whimpering with need.
Dean rolled his eyes as he reached into the car, wrapping an arm around his brother to help him out and to his feet.
"Yeah," he muttered as he pulled Sam out of the car and had him standing beside him, moving Sam's arm around his own neck as he tightened his grasp on Sam's side, "cause we all know jus' how lust inducing I can be," he mumbled and sighed, "C'mon, Sam," he said as he started leading him to the door of their motel room, "I think the first thing you need is'a shower, man, you're sweaty as hell," he commented, glancing over at his brother, "Maybe that fever broke, huh?"
Sam shook his head as he staggered alongside Dean toward their room. He tried to press his body along Dean's as much as he could, wanting the cooling effect that seemed to have almost as desperately as he wanted Dean. While he'd slept the images had kept bombarding his brain and if anything he felt worse now than he had before he'd passed out. Whatever it was, it wasn't going to go away with just jacking off under a cold shower. He needed Dean. How exactly he didn't know, all he knew was he needed.
At the door to their room, Dean nearly propped Sam between himself and the wall to keep Sam from.... hell, he wasn't exactly sure what... falling over? Humping the ground? Something.
Pushing the door open, Dean reached for Sam, pulling him in, one arm around his brother, the other at the side of his neck, his eyes locked with Sam's as he sort of walked Sam backward into the room.
"Are you in pain? Or jus'..." he licked his lips, "horny?" His gaze searched Sam's sweat damp face, "I don' like this, angel, you're hot as hell."
He walked his brother toward the bed, only stopping when he felt Sam's calves it the side of the bed. His thumb ran lovingly along Sam's jaw before Dean gave him a gentle shove back onto the bed and turned heading for the door.
"Stay there and don' move, I gotta get our stuff," Dean said over his shoulder as he opened the door and walked out.
Sam collapsed onto the bed with a whimper, thankful that they weren't moving anymore. He stared up at the ceiling for awhile as his hand migrated south again, rubbing and caressing his dick then eventually undoing the jeans and releasing it. A sigh of relief gusted past Sam's lips when he did that and he struggled slightly to get his jeans and boxers off exposing more of his flesh allowing the sweat to slowly dry. His fingers meandered over his cock and balls as his eyes slid shut again slightly, a very hot and vivid fantasy playing out in his head, one he would never normally consider or find appealing.
"So, I was thinkin' maybe we get you a shower an' --" Dean's words died on his tongue right there, his sentence trailing off, eyes widening. The duffel straps he held in both hands fell from numb fingers as he gazed at his brother, watching him stroke his own cock and fondle his balls. He swallowed hard, licking suddenly dry lips. Stumbling stepping forward blindly, unable and unwilling to tear his gaze from Sam, Dean kicked the door closed behind him.
"Sammy," he murmured huskily, voice a low rumble. He waited until he saw Sam's eyes flutter open to continue, "Wanna see you do it again... will you?" He gave a nod, "Open yourself up for me, angel."
Sam moaned and his cock twitched in his hand listening to Dean talk to him in that voice the one he only used when he was so horny he was about to come in his own pants that turned Sam's insides into a puddle of goo every time. Sam brought a hand to his mouth and sucked a pair of fingers inside groaning around them as his mind leaped ahead to when he'd have them pressed up his ass fingering himself open for Dean.
Dean slowly walked toward the bed, shrugging off his leather and tossing it toward a chair, not bothering to see if it made it or not, his eyes laser focused on Sam. He shrugged out of his over shirt and pulled off his tee, stopping next to the bed, looming over Sam as he unfastened his jeans and toed off his boots.
"Y'so hot, Sammy," he breathed softly.
Sam just groaned and nodded vigorously still suckling at his fingers. He released one, an offering for Dean as he writhed on the bed sweat still pouring off of him practically bathing him. He was so hot and bothered right now he was almost afraid to start fingering himself for fear of coming long before Dean got his cock inside. 'Wouldn't have to worry about that if you were the one on top,' whispered a seductive voice in his head. Sam shook his head not wanting to give that thought anymore consideration tonight. Dean would take care of this; he'd make the curse or whatever this was go away soon.
Pushing his jeans down, Dean kicked them off and reached for his socks, sending them flying in haphazard directions as he tugged them off his feet before climbing up onto the bed and slowly lowering his body over Sam's. He hissed in a breath at both the feel of Sam's body under him, his rock hard cock pressing into his hip and the intense heat coming off his brother.
"We're gonna do this an' I'm gonna look this up, Sam," he told him, sliding one hand up, fingers threading into Sam's hair at the side. He shook his head, "I don' like this fever," Dean mumbled, concerned green eyes searching Sam's face. His thumb caressed against Sam's cheekbone and along his jaw as Dean gazed down at him a few moments before dipping his head and taking Sam's offered finger into his mouth, suckling at the single digit.
Sam moaned loud and long as he felt Dean join him in suckling his fingers. He ground upward wantonly, grinding his cock against his brother's body, eyes rolling back slightly at how good it felt. He sucked until he felt their saliva drooling down over his skin then pulled his mouth free.
"S'hot for you, D," he mumbled, eyes locked on where Dean was sucking on his finger.
Dean slowly pulled his head back, releasing Sam's finger and quirked a brow, "Ever since the car?" He 'heh'-ed a chuckle, a small lopsided smirk pulling at his lips, "I'm good Sam," he shook his head, "but I ain' that good." He muttered softly before slanting his mouth over Sam's, kissing him hungrily, a low groan tearing from deep in his throat.
Sam matched Dean's groan with a rough one of his own as he brought a hand up to grip Dean's hair as best he could as he practically devoured his brother's mouth. He rolled them onto their sides, his body restlessly entwined with Dean's, grinding up against him desperately as he reached back with his saliva slicked fingers brushing them across the tight pucker before just barely pushing them inside. Sam's eyes snapped open and he let out a hoarse cry when just that small bit alone combined with their humping to suddenly send him into climaxing hard and hot against his brother's abdomen.
"Goddamn, angel," Dean whispered thickly, watching as Sam fell apart right there before him, before they'd even started. Hell, he could remember back that Summer he'd come up to Stanford, how Sam had come on the blankets as he opened himself up, but even then they'd been at things a while longer.
He lifted a hand to the side of his brother's face, cupping his cheek, "You alright?" He licked his lips and glanced down at his brother's still erect cock, not that it had him thinking anything about it yet, it wasn't abnormal for Sam to stay had a few moments after they'd finished before his cock slowly went flaccid.
He looked back up into Sam's face, the corner of his lips quirking slightly, "Ya feel better?"
Sam laid there for awhile beside Dean after coming all over him waiting for the heat that'd been driving him crazy to ease off and his cock to go limp but neither happened. His cock stayed hard and if anything the heat that boiled and churned beneath his skin seemed to increase in intensity breaking him out in a fresh sweat.
"No," he croaked, "Need more, D...need you...”
He stared into Dean's eyes blearily, his head still muzzy from climaxing so hard. His two fingers were still about a knuckle deep in his ass and as he gazed at Dean he slid them in to the next knuckle working them around to loosen himself thinking that was what it'd take, having Dean inside him, to make this stop. His other hand seemed to be roaming down his brother's back of its own accord, finding its way to Dean's ass and slowly kneading at the taut muscular cheek.
"Wanna take...wanna give," he mumbled hazily, not even sure what he was saying or doing anymore, just letting the curse drive him even though that thought terrified him.
Sam pulled his brother in closer, one hand rising to smooth back his bangs before sliding lower over Sam's body, along his side and hip, slipping around between them to stroke his shaft slowly as he continued to gaze into his lover's face.
"S'okay, angel," he soothed, "gonna have me," he slid his head along the pillow, pressing his lips against Sam, kissing him softly before slipping away to kiss lower along the smooth column of his brother's throat.
"Mmmm, always take an' give, Sammy... make me come s'a hard," he whispered thickly against the tender flesh of Sam's neck.
Sam moaned wantonly, his head tilting back offering up more of his throat as his fingers finally sank in to the hilt. He began to stroke them in and out slowly, scissoring them and rotating them to open himself up as quickly as he could. Something inside him did somersaults when his hand that'd been kneading against Dean's ass slipped between his cheeks and found his hole, rubbing and pressing against it lightly.
Dean's mouth stilled against Sam's neck, a small nervous chuckle working out of him before he slowly raised his head to look at Sam, brow furrowing.
"Sam?" He asked, his lower body shifting on the bed, pulling marginally back from Sam's questing fingers. "What's goin' on?"
Dean pulling away had Sam whimpering softly before blinking his eyes and shaking his head trying to clear whatever this was for a moment.
"I...I...Dean...m'sorry," he mumbled.
He withdrew his fingers from himself and away from Dean, rolling away on the bed and curling up on his side facing away from his brother. 'He doesn't want that, never has,' he thought, 'So what the hell am I thinking?'
'Need to claim your mate, take him, mark him as yours.' purred the voice that Sam was beginning to associate with whoever had brought this curse down on him.
Dean's brow furrowed as he licked his lips. He'd be a little surprised by what Sam had done, but he wasn't mad and he didn't mean for him to roll away like that. It was true that Dean didn't want to bottom. Not for Sam, not for anyone. But it sure as hell wasn't because he thought Sam was a girl as they'd argued over at the diner that first night. It was actually exactly the opposite, Dean thought it took a helluva lotta guts for Sam to do what he did, what he always did when they made love. Hell, Dean wasn't so sure he could just lay there and take it, let alone actually enjoying it the way Sam seemed to. Maybe if anyone was the girl here, it was him. The idea of doing that, of letting someone in that close, giving himself over to someone that completely; scared the hell out of him.
He reached out, grasping Sam's shoulder, tugging on him to get him to roll back over.
"Hey, angel," he shook his head, though Sam wasn't looking, "I didn't mean to piss you off er whatever," he murmured softly, scooting closer to Sam and dipping his head, pressing his lips to the side of Sam's throat.
"I love you," he whispered, warm breaths fanning the tender flesh of Sam's neck.
"Love you too," murmured Sam, "M'not angry, D...m'scared...confused...s'tha'curse..."
He snuggled back into Dean's embrace letting that soothe whatever this was that was driving him crazy for the moment. His cock was still hard, flushed bright red and aching between his legs but he refused to let control over what was going on slip through his hands like that again. He let one of his hands wrap around it, feeling slightly better when he was touching himself even if he wasn't getting off just yet. About the only thing that could feel better would be if Dean's hand joined him. His eyes slipped closed imagining that as he touched himself remembering all the times he'd done that while listening to his brother's voice on their tapes or listening to their combined voices from the beach tapes.
"S'hot...so fuckin' hot...feels like m'burnin' up inside," he whispered.
Dean pulled his head up, frowning with worry down at his brother. If it wasn't for the fact that he didn't want to leave Sam's side, he'd go get on the kid's damn laptop and try to figure out what the hell this was and how long it would last. What did they need to do for it to go away?
Dean's hand slid against Sam's stomach, reaching down to wrap around Sam's as he stroked himself, "Tell me wha' you want, angel... what can we do ta make you feel better?" He whispered against Sam's ear.
"Whatever you need," Dean nodded his head, his lightly stubbled face brushing against Sam's hair, "we can do, Sammy. My job ta take care of you, remember?"
Sam moaned softly as he felt Dean's hand join his stroking his cock and found his hips gradually rocking up into their combined touch. He didn't know how to explain what the curse seemed to want, didn't totally understand it himself. He was perfectly content with things the way they usually were with Dean on top. Dean had always looked out for him, taken care of him; saw to it that his needs were met in every way so it was easy to put his faith in Dean when it came to them in bed with each other. His brother was incredibly considerate as a lover, almost too much so sometimes, but Sam loved it, loved basking in the warmth of his brother's love when Dean was inside him, taking what Dean offered and returning it with everything he had. He didn't want that to change but this curse didn't seem to be offering much choice with the way it manipulated him any time Sam let his guard down.
"'S tellin' me ta' claim you...s'why I keep goin' where you don' want me to," murmured Sam, his voice shaky with a combination of need and fear. "I don' wanna change things, D, I don't..."
Dean's hand on Sam's cock skipped a beat as did his heart. He moved from leaning on his elbow to half sitting up in the bed. Slowly he slipped his hand away from Sam's and swung his legs off the side of the bed, standing to his feet. Usually they just walked naked around each other but it was kinda awkward doing that now, knowing what Sam was thinking about. He grabbed his boxers and pulled them on silently before walking over to Sam's bag and pulling out his laptop. Walking over to the table with it, Dean plugged it in and turned it on before taking a seat in the chair in front of it.
"What do ya mean, it's 'telling you' to claim me?" He asked, quirking a brow as he finally looked back over at Sam, "What this thing talks too?" He huffed, tearing his eyes from his brother to look at the laptop screen, typing in some ideas to try and find out what was really going on here.
Sam mumbled an affirmative regarding the talking but the rest was muffled as he rolled over and started rutting against the bed, feeling the need brought on by the curse fire back up red hot and angry now that Dean'd moved away.
Dean glanced over at Sam and sighed, shaking his head as he looked back at the computer screen.
"Only you Sam," he muttered, "I take you on vacation to a romantic cottage in the mountains, I take you out to fancy restaurants and to see water falls and whadda you do? You get jinxed with the neighborhood curse."
Sam whimpered and shifted on the bed trying to find a level of friction that'd do something to help him relieve the tension that seemed to just keep building the longer Dean stayed apart from him. He finally curled up on his side again, one hand meandering back to finger himself again while the other worked his cock. It'd seemed to work before but with the way the curse was riding him he had a feeling that orgasm had been more due to having his brother in his arms than his own touch.
"Dean...please hurry," he whispered breathlessly.
"Uh, uh-huh," Dean mumbled distractedly, his eyes intent on the computer screen before him. He frowned, eyes tightening as read the local lore about Coyote's being Tricksters and mischief makers. Everything he read made mention of Coyote as being a master of disguise, a lecherous bastard, and thief of food, goods, other people's wives, and virginity.
Dean blinked, "Virginity? We're not..." his sentence trailed off as it hit him like a freight train. Sam saying that it was telling him to do that to him. His never having done it before.
"Sonuvabitch!" Dean practically shouted, slamming a fist down on the table and sliding his chair back.
Sam cringed where he lay on the bed when Dean shouted. He'd heard what he said about virginity being something that must relate to the coyote and drew the same conclusion Dean likely was so pissed off about. He felt awful, not just because of the curse but because of what it wanted him to do and the reasons behind it. Stealing the other half of Dean's virginity just so some local deity could get his jollies was not Sam's idea of a good time and the idea of being coerced into doing so almost made him nauseous.
Dean propped an elbow on the table and covered his mouth with his hand, rubbing absentmindedly as he thought about this and what it meant, that the only way Sam could find peace was if he was willing to give up something for it. His gaze slowly turned to Sam and his look darkened, "That's it, you're no longer allowed to talk to strangers, Sam, not ever!"
Sam pulled his fingers from his ass and let go of his cock, instead curling his entire body in trying to make himself small as he could. He'd screwed up royally and he knew it and he was suffering the consequences enough without the feeling of Dean glowering at him for getting them into this mess. If he could get up and walk out the door right now he would just to get away from that look.
"M'sorry, m'so sorry," he said, his voice barely audible.
Dean huffed a soft breath, dipping his had and running his hand up over his face as he sighed. Rising from the chair, Dean walked over to the bed, tucking his thumb into the waistband of his boxers, sliding them down and kicking them off before climbing in next to Sam and laying down on his back. He reached for Sam, pulling him up against his body.
Sam whimpered and buried his face against his arm and the bed as his hips ground back against the hard length of his brother's cock that was now pressed back up against him.
"You can take me first," he offered softly, "Or maybe we c-could find him and make him turn it off."
Dean sighed, "I don' think it's that easy," he mumbled, reaching out to hook an index finger under Sam's face and gently force him to look up at him.
Dean's breaths hitched in his throat as he looked into Sam's lust hazed features. Lips parted and a deeper cherry color, his pupils so lust blown that he could barely see a sliver of the cat-like hazel that seemed to be hiding behind the large black disc. His cheeks were flushed, looking like someone who had been out in the cold for too long, though Sam was anything but cold. He'd always ran a little on the warm side as far as Dean could tell, but now Sam was burning up, his half naked body glistening with sweat.
"Sam, I love you, an' I'm gonna take care of you, jus' like I always do, right?" Dean asked softly, tongue darting out to lick his lips as he hoped and prayed Sam couldn't hear the pounding of his heart.
Releasing Sam's jaw, his hand lowered along with his opposite one, reaching for the hem of Sam's shirts, "C'mon, let's get you outta these, I refuse to have ya half dressed durin' my first time," he commented almost sociably as if that would chase away the dread that had coiled in his belly.
"Dean, please, don't," pleaded Sam, even as he allowed Dean to draw his shirts up and over his head. "We'll find another way...there's always another way."
Dean frowned, "I'm sure there is, we could probably fin' you some virgin to de-flower, but I think I hate that idea a lot more than this one," he mumbled, sliding his hands down Sam's sides and back up.
"S'gonna be okay," Dean murmured softly, lifting his head off the pillow marginally to brush his lips across Sam's, "Now, ya gonna have ta open me up, Sammy," he instructed the same way he would as if he were telling Sam how to work on some part or another on his car.
Sam nodded, biting his lip and trying to put a brave face on when frankly he hated himself at the moment. Dean's suggestion of finding a different virgin was a good one but likely wasn't what the Coyote had intended. He closed his eyes letting the compulsion that seemed to be part and parcel of the curse and that'd been guiding him earlier have a little more sway. When he eased off the reins he'd been pulling on it, he lunged at Dean, crushing his mouth to his brother's, teeth knocking against each other with the rush. His hands moved to caress his brother's chest, finding and plucking at Dean's nipples drawing them to tight peaks then skimmed down along his sides.
Dean was stunned and overwhelmed at the way Sam just seemed to take over, kissing the living daylights out of him and touching him, caressing and fondling his body to a fevered pitch. It wasn't like Sam at all. Not that Sam wasn't a damn good lover, but he was usually not this aggressive and even when he was, there was a poetic feel to it. This was nearly sloppy, vulgar and so fuckin needy. Dean knew how to recognize those traits easily, because normally, that was him.
He moaned and strained up against Sam's touch, his back arching, pushing his chest toward Sam's fingers. His own hands slid over Sam, mapping him out and pressing him closer. One of his legs slid up the back of Sam's tangling the lower half of their bodies together as surely as their kisses and exploring hands tangled their top halves.
"Sam," Dean panted softly, his hips bucking up against his brother's causing their cocks to slid together. He wanted him, God how he wanted Sam so bad right then, wanted to throw him over and push into him, fuck him hard and fast like they'd done the day at the falls against the tree.
"Sam, I wan'..." He rasped softly, head rolling on the pillow as he caught his bottom lip in his mouth to cut off further words. He wasn't gonna make Sam feel any worse about this than he already did. He'd take care of Sam, do what he had to in order for Sam to be okay again, it was his job, the one thing that their dad had told him that he swore he would never screw up. He loved Sam too much to do that.
Sam moved his mouth to Dean's jaw, nipping at it before skimming down his throat. He suckled hard at the crook of Dean's neck, worrying the spot with his teeth, a low growl tearing from his throat. The growl was what scared Sam and had him scrambling back away from Dean, it hadn't just come from his throat, it'd echoed in his head just like those other instances.
"No, stoppit!" he shouted, seemingly at the air. "Jus' because you did this to me doesn't mean you're the boss'a me!"
Dean stared up at Sam like he'd just grown a second head. What the hell? Who was he talking to?
His sides and shoulders rose and fell heavily wishing like hell he could just get the damn Coyote gone and out of his head.
"If we're gonna do this it's gonna be my way, m'not an animal in heat like you. He's mine not yours...you got that Coyote...MINE!"
Dean's eyes darted away from Sam to look around the room before returning to Sam, "Uh, you wanna explain that?" He quirked a brow, "Is more goin' on here than I know about?"
Sam could hear a rough sort of chuckling in his head then felt the presence of the Coyote in the curse go away, like he'd pulled a curtain on the peephole he'd gained into Sam's head by casting the curse on him. The need was still there, the heat but Sam was free to go at his own pace now rather than be dragged along as though he'd been tied to the back of the Impala. He took a deep breath and ran a hand through his hair trying to get back in a mood to even try to do this. He looked at Dean who was bare butt naked sitting on the bed looking at him like he'd lost his ever loving mind.
"Peeping Coyote," he muttered, coming back over to the bed, "Worked something into the curse that allowed him to look in and take over if he wanted. I jus' kicked him out."
Dean raised his brows, "Uh-huh..." he mumbled, his eyes tracking Sam as he moved. Lifting a hand, his weight on the bed shifting, Dean ran his cupped hand over his face.
"If this gets any weirder, we're buyin' you an apple pie and callin' it a day." He told Sam pointedly.
Sam nodded and crawled onto the bed feeling all the nerves and guilt he had about the situation come rushing back after how the Coyote's presence had dulled them out. He scooted over to Dean and looked at him, biting his lower lip hesitantly.
"So...um...how..." said Sam, stumbling over the words, "How do you wanna do this? D'we have any lube?"
For once he was glad for the way the heat that was still pulsing through him from the curse colored his cheeks because he was genuinely humiliated to have to ask his brother that.
Dean had been staring at Sam with a look of innocence on his face, his brows raised as he listened to Sam stumbling along in his sentence.
He nodded, chewing his lip, "We got lube, s'in my duffel," he said, glancing over toward it before looking back at his brother with a smile, "Gotta take care'a my angel," he murmured softly before sighing a heavy breath and laying back, "As for how we do this, I think that's kinda up ta you. You're," he frowned, "kinda the one in the driver's seat now."
Sam swallowed hard not liking the feeling of being in the driver's seat as much as he might've thought. But it was the only way to finish this and Sam was determined to make it decent enough that they would both get off and could get back on the road. He climbed back off the bed and found Dean's duffel finding a pocket with about 2 or 3 tubes of lube in it all different. Sam recognized the warming lube as the same stuff they'd used on the beach in California and grabbed it up remembering how it'd helped to ease the pain. He turned around and took a good look at Dean lying back on the bed. Other than the tension he could see in his muscles from a mile away, his brother looked perfect. He felt his cock twitch and moved forward needing to get this over with so things could go back to normal. He eased onto the bed slowly and moved to kneel between Dean's spread legs, his bottom lip back between his teeth as he fought off a slight twinge of nerves.
After Sam rose from the bed to go hunt down the lube, Dean lay staring at the ceiling, trying to talk himself into being able to handle this. Sammy did it all the time, right? It couldn't be that bad. 'Just like a small freight train,' his words to virgin girls in High School came back to haunt him and he swallowed hard, closing his eyes. Sam needed him, he could do this. After all, it was Sam for crying out loud, not some random hook-up some where.
His eyes opened as the bed dipped, laser focused on his brother as he crawled onto the bed and knelt between his legs. By the look on Sam's face, he didn't seem any more thrilled about this than Dean was.
"Sammy," Dean called softly and licked his lips, "C'mere an' kiss me," he whispered huskily.
"Yeah," mumbled Sam.
He set the lube aside and leaned forward over Dean, his hand instinctively reaching out to caress his brother's chest as he slanted his lips over Dean's. The kiss was like the slow burn of the fire they'd spent most of their nights camped in front of, his tongue sliding inside and mapping out Dean's mouth slowly, soft moans escaping as he shifted from side to side. His palm that'd skimmed lightly over Dean's chest came up to cup his cheek, chuckling softly at the way the light stubble along his brother's chin tickled.
"If ya' grew this out you'd look like one of those manly mountain men," he murmured when he drew back for a breath.
Dean 'heh'-ed out a soft half chuckle, "Mmm, yeah but then it would tickle you when I..." his eyes darted down lower on his brother before returning to his gaze. He licked his lips, "Would hate to not be able to that an'more, s'as good as pie."
Sam hummed leaning in and tracing Dean's lips with his own tongue before suckling lightly at the lower one and pulling back slightly.
"Can I do that to you? Taste you," he inquired huskily, letting his cheek rest lightly against Dean's.
Dean's arms wrapped around Sam, tugging him down flat against him, head dipping, his face pressed against the side of Sam's neck. He arched up against his brother, a moan tumbling from his lips, "Do whatever you wan' to Sammy."
Sam's heart had already been pounding in his chest but Dean giving him that kind of carte blanche permission sent it into overdrive. He buried his face against Dean's neck, licking soothingly over the bruise he'd created while he was under Coyote's direct impulses. He kissed his way back up to Dean's mouth capturing it slowly while one of his hands fumbled for the lube he'd set aside. He pulled away slowly and popped the cap, squeezing some onto the fingers of his other hand then rubbed them together slowly, a soft groan escaping him at the memory of that warm tingling feeling.
Dean stared up at Sam, tongue darting out to lick his brother's taste from his lips. His hands that had fallen away from Sam as he pulled back now gripped the bed as though Sam were about to ram a red hot poker up his ass and he was agreeing to it. He swallowed hard, watching Sam rub his hands together.
"You know... you could'a at least bought me some pie first," Dean joked, a cocky smile on his face, one that didn't reach his eyes and was usually saved for some evil sonuvabitch or another.
Dean's joke drew Sam's eyes from his fingers to his brother's face and the slight enthusiasm he'd begun to develop for trying to go through with this evaporated. Sam swallowed hard and looked back to his lube coated fingers feeling like maybe it'd be best if he just wiped it off on the comforter and tried to find some other way to be done with this curse. He didn't know how to put Dean at ease, he'd never done this before, never had to worry about it. He sat there thinking, rubbing his fingers together when he remembered something.
"Dean, gimme your hand," he said.
Dean quirked a brow and slowly released the bed with one hand, reaching up to offer it to Sam, "Ya gonna make an honest man outta me, Sammy? Aw, that's sweet," he flashed a cocky grin, this one lighting his eyes with mirth.
'Maybe someday,'thought Sam but he kept it to himself.
"Mmmm, nope, you're gonna help me open ya' up, remember how we did that to me on the beach," he murmured, his tone low and soothing yet seductive, "That's what we're gonna do."
He gently took Dean's hand and applied the lube to his middle two fingers coaxing him to rub them together like he had.
"Warming lube," he rasped then smirked.
This part didn't bother Dean all that much, it wasn't something he went around telling people or posting up on billboards around America, but he'd had a girl or two shove their fingers up his ass during blow jobs before. Of course their fingers were tiny pixie sticks compared to his own or Sam's, but still he couldn't imagine the concept being all that dissimilar.
He nodded to his brother as he rubbed the fingers of his hand together to smear the lube around, "Okay, do you wan' me to start, like you did or..."
"Yeah, go ahead an' start," murmured Sam, sitting back slightly so that he could watch.
Dean licked his lips and grinned up at his brother before shaking his head, "Ya so dirty Sam," he teased, winking at him as he reached down, bending one leg, foot against the mattress and slowly slid the tip of his finger past the first ring of muscle. He caught his bottom lips between his teeth as he pushed his finger in further, feeling the burn and stretch. A small soft whimper broke from his throat before his eyes closed and he took a deep breath, letting it out slow. Either his finger was a lot different or it had just been a helluva long time since he'd had someone do this.
His lips slipped from between his teeth as his head tilted back on a soft groan as he pushed his finger in further, past the second knuckle and to the third.
"Holy..." His head rolled on the pillow, hips lifting up off the bed marginally as he started to slide his finger out and back in again.
Sam moaned as he watched Dean slowly slide one of his own fingers into his ass. Now this was something he wouldn't mind seeing again or doing again from time to time. He licked his lips, his breaths panting out before he leaned over Dean briefly and stole a quick kiss.
"Hot n' dirty," he rasped, "Jus' lemme know when I can join the fun."
http://community.livejournal.com/wordsmeetwings/23159.html - Chapter 2
Author:
Fetish for Dean Winchester and lady_simoriah for Sam Winchester.
Rating: NC17
Character(s): Sam/Dean, Sam/OMC, Jessica Moore.
Round: 8, Prompt: 22. Sam - Can’t Stop.
Spoilers: None really. Boys just past S1:04
Word Count: 9058
Warning: Slash (wincest), Swearing, schmoop, angst.
Summary: Sam and Dean were just leaving their winter vacation in the mountains when Sam meets a mysterious old Indian who there seems to be more to than meets the eye and Sam winds up with a curse from the local Trickster unlike any other the boys have ever experienced.
A/N: From the AU verse retelling Supernatural wincest style by,
Fetish and lady_simoriah - Our Wherever I May Roam verse (This fiction occurs just after ‘Smokey Mountain Holiday’.
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Sam had the map of Cherokee spread across his lap trying to figure out the best way to get from here to Toledo, Ohio. He was starting to wonder if he was suffering from vacation lag or something like that because he couldn't make heads or tails of how to get to the interstate let alone Toledo. He glanced up out the window where Dean was leaning against the Impala humming Zeppelin as he watched the numbers roll and the gas pump.
"I think I'm gonna ask for directions," he announced after spending another five minutes trying to figure out the map.
Dean looked over at Sam from the corner of his eye, giving a shrug, "You think we need 'em?" He asked with a grin, "Sam, I know how to get us back to the highway."
"I just wanna be sure, with that case waiting in Ohio we can't really afford to get lost."
Sam pushed open his door, the hinges groaning, and climbed out, careful to watch his head, then slammed the door shut. He looked around at the other people at the station hoping maybe someone was a local who'd know their way around.
Dean chuckled softly as he looked at his brother and shook his head, "Whatever, jus' don't take long, I'm 'bout done here."
Sam nodded and walked off having spotted an elderly Native man sitting on a bench up near the station mart. He approached cautiously and paused for a minute when the man turned to look at him, a slight twinkle in his narrowed eyes. He considered finding someone else for a moment but most of the other people were pulling out of the station and the clerk inside seemed to be busy. He finally walked over and sat down beside the older gentleman and looked over his maps again.
The old Indian glanced over at Sam from the corner of his eye, a sly smile pulling at the corner of his lips before he cleared his throat, nodding toward the maps that the young white man was looking at.
"Are you lost?" He asked, shifting on the bench, turning just slightly toward Sam.
"Not yet," chuckled Sam, looking up at the old man, "Trying to avoid it actually, could you show me the most direct path to the interstate?"
He held out the maps to the old man hoping that he could make better sense of them than Sam seemed to be able to.
The Old man looked down at the maps for only a moment before pushing them aside and lifting a hand, pointing further down the road, "Follow the stream to where it forks, if you head into the sun in the late afternoon," he nodded, "you will find your way."
Sam squinted in the direction the man was pointing then looked back to the maps then back to the road.
"Hmmmm, yeah, okay...I think I see it now," he said, getting to his feet and holding out his hand to the old man to shake. "Thanks for the help."
The old man raised his hand, clasping Sam's, his dark eyes staring into Sam's hazel.
"You and your u-na-li-go-hi (mate) stay ni-ga-na-ye-gv-na (safe), you never know what or who you may run into in the ge-ya-da-hi (wild)."
He offered a small tight-lipped smile, releasing Sam's hand before pulling to his feet and heading toward the back of the gas station.
"Um...okay," said Sam, watching the man go then turning back to the car.
He scratched his head and had a strange feeling something wasn't quite right with that guy. He turned back for just a moment and could've sworn he glimpsed the tail end of a coyote disappearing into the woods behind the gas station. He shook his head thinking more that likely he was simply seeing things and climbed back in the car before fetching his laptop out to look up what the old man's parting words. He recognized one right off the bat, u-na-li-go-hi, Gail had used it to describe him and Dean, mates, although how the old man had pieced that together had Sam wondering.
Dean slid in behind the wheel, a smile on his face as he looked over at Sam, "Didja get the directions?"
"Huh?" mumbled Sam, looking up from his computer, "Oh...yeah...um...follow the stream to where it forks and head into the late afternoon sun."
Dean quirked a brow at Sam, frowning at him like Sam had just grown horns.
"What the hell kind of directions are those? Maybe I just need to follow the yellow brick road to the tin man," he huffed, slamming his door closed and starting the car as he shook his head.
"I think you've been hangin' around the Natives too long," Dean mumbled, reaching forward and turning on the radio.
Sam just hummed in agreement as he ran the two Cherokee words through dozens of searches trying to get the right spellings to find out what they meant. He'd managed to figure out one meant safe so the guy had wanted them to stay safe but the last part was still a mystery. He blinked a couple of times as the words blurred in front of his eyes then finally shut the laptop and put it away, choosing to focus instead on the scenery passing by outside. He wasn't sure how long they had been back on the road when he started to feel a sort of warmth slowly permeate his skin.
"Dean, could you turn the heater down a little?"
Dean's brow raised once more as he slowly looked over at Sam, "S'barely on as it is, Sam," Dean grumbled with a frown, "Suns hot, so I didn't turn it up high but..." he turned his head to look his brother over, "yer gonna freeze if I turn it down any more."
"Oh," mumbled Sam.
He shifted in his seat, sinking down in it more and leaning his head against the glass which was cooler than how he felt and gave some relief to whatever this was. He could feel his body start sweating going from a mere trickle to being bad enough for him to strip off his jacket and over shirt. He shifted in his seat again still feeling hot despite stripping off his layers and it only seemed to be getting worse the longer they kept going.
Dean looked back over at Sam, his brow furrowed in confusion and slight worry, his eyes moving over Sam's form.
"Dude, you alright? Ya gonna take off yer tee next," Dean asked, glancing toward the road before returning his gaze to Sam as he shrugged, "Not that I mind, but it'd kinda be nice to know so I'm ready for it an' we don' get in a wreck."
"I might," murmured Sam, "Dunno wha's wrong...just burnin' up...hot...sweaty..."
He made the mistake of looking over at Dean sitting in the driver's seat, fingers deftly curled over the wheel and making him think of the way those same fingers curled around his cock, slipped up inside him slicked with lube, wondered if Dean had ever thought of fingering himself open like that. 'What the hell?' thought Sam. First the heat then the sweating now his libido seemed to be on overload, bombarding him with thoughts the longer he looked at Dean.
"Fuck," he muttered, turning his head back to the window.
Sam could feel his heart pounding in his chest and his breathing had sped up despite all his efforts to fight off whatever this was. It definitely wasn't the flu and it didn't feel like something he'd eaten was upsetting him because there was no nausea but other than that everything felt funky like he just wanted to crawl out of his skin. He shifted in his seat yet again and groaned when he realized his jeans were stretched tight across the crotch. He reached down absentmindedly with his hand to try and adjust to make himself more comfortable heedless of what his brother was doing or thinking.
Dean's gaze flickered between Sam and the road, watching him. The frown on Dean's face grew more pronounced as time went on and Sam seemed to be getting worse, not better. Finally unable to stop himself, Dean pulled one hand from the wheel to reach over and press the backs of his fingers to his brother's cheek before sliding his hand up the side of Sam's face to lay across his forehead. He pulled his hand away there, lowering it to the collar of Sam's tee which he shoved open wider and stretched out of shape as he jabbed his hand inside, laying it flat against his brother's upper chest.
"Jesus, Sammy, you're burning up, angel," Dean said, glancing back at the road before returning his attention to Sam once more, "What are you feeling? Is it the flu? Do you hurt?"
"Heart's up, can't catch my breath...an'..." panted Sam, "Hard enough to hammer a nail...not flu...def'nilly not flu...fuck..."
He tugged at his shirt trying to use it to draw in air to cool him off but it didn't seem to do much good. Dean's touch had goosebumps pebbling up on his skin and he felt his nipples tighten like they did when they...Oh shit!
"S'acurse...coyote...backa' the station..."
Dean's look turned incredulous, like Sam was off his rocker before that melted away to concern again as Dean caught his bottom lip between his teeth, eyeing his brother.
"Sam, I know I'm hot, but really... you're hard... now?" He asked, pulling his hand out of Sam's shirt, lowering it to his brother's crotch, cupping him; wanting to see for himself if Sam really was or if this was supposed to be some kinda joke. Not that he knew how Sam could make himself have a fever. As close as he ever got was holding the thermometer next to the lamp light in their bedroom when he had wanted John to stay home so he wouldn't have to take care of Sam and he could actually get to go out with friends. It hadn't worked, John had left anyway, but the idea was good. Thermometer said 104 by the time he pulled it from the lamp and shoved it back into his mouth just before John walked into his and Sammy's room.
Dean had to piece together just what the hell Sam was talking about with the last bit. He wasn't sure what a wild animal had to do with Sam having a fever until he thought about it and remembered that there had been a page in Dad's journal on Indian myths and folklore, but he couldn't remember a coyote being amongst the animals listed there.
"Well, there's not much I can do ta help you an' drive, Sam. Do you wan' me to pull over somewhere?" He asked before moving one arm to the back of the seat, laying it against it, stretched out.
"C'mere, Sammy, lay yer head on my shoulder an' I'll get us to the next town an' pull off so I can take a look at ya." Soothed Dean.
Sam's head had lolled back against the seat and he'd bitten back a moan when Dean'd cupped him to make sure he was telling the truth. He wanted to give his brother the glare to end all glares for thinking he'd make this shit up just to get laid. He swallowed hard when Dean offered up the chance to lay his head on his brother's shoulder but he wasn't sure if it was a good idea, if it'd make what he was feeling better or worse.
"I...I think...best'I stay over here," he stuttered, "Nah'sure wha' I might do...safer..."
Dean smiled, biting back a snicker, "Uh-huh, well, I'm not gonna hunt ya, Sam," he shook his head, pulling his arm off the back of the seat, "I don' think you have to worry about being 'safer'."
He glanced back at Sam, brows furrowing, "An' whadda ya mean coyote an' a curse? Sam, I didn' see any coyote. Not since that one, days ago. An' if it cursed you, why am I fine?" He quirked a brow.
"Know you wouldn' hurt me, don' wanna make you crash us...wanna touch you s'bad," groaned Sam.
He found himself scooting closer to Dean without really thinking about it at first then pulled back stuffing his hands under his thighs to pin them down so he couldn't touch his brother. His mind kept playing memories of sex with Dean over and over and over again like some porn DVD stuck on repeat. The memories from their vacation were the most vivid of all, he could still feel the slight soreness in his ass from the last time they'd made love before they'd had to pack up to leave. His eyes fluttered shut and he ran his hand down over his own chest to his crotch and stroked himself lightly through the denim as he gave in to watching the replay behind his eyelids.
Dean's gaze moved from the road, returning to Sam with his words. His eyes moved over Sam and the corner of his lips quirked slightly. The boy looked kinda fucked out actually. Like he did when he was under him, moaning and arching... kinda like the way he was now. Dean blinked and tore his gaze away to look back at the road, swallowing hard. He would say that maybe he'd gotten some of that curse too the way his jeans were suddenly pulled so tightly over his crotch, but he knew better. He was just damn horny all the time. Maybe that's why this supposed 'curse' of Sam's didn't affect him. You can't make a slut any hornier than she already is.
He swallowed and licked his lips before tearing his gaze away from the road to look back at his brother.... and nearly ran off the side of the mountain. "Holy fucking hell Sam!" Dean exclaimed as he jerked the wheel back, managing to straighten them out so they didn't die from Sam's Horn Dog Disease.
Dean's shout snapped Sam back to where he was and what he was doing with a jolt. He let out a whimper as he pulled his hand away from his crotch and stuffed his hand back under his thighs.
"Floor't, D," he choked out, knowing if they didn't get somewhere safe soon they were likely to wind up grease spots on the mountainside.
Dean scowled at his brother, "You pull that shit again an' I'll jus' pull over in one'a these look out spots an' take you on the damn hood," he huffed, "Friggin' tourists'd get see 'nother 'natural wonder'," he grumbled through his teeth, pressing down on the accelerator.
"M'sorry," mumbled Sam.
He rested his head against the window again and tried to focus on his breathing rather than his libido...slow breaths in and slow breaths out. He thought about cracking the window open a bit but he didn't want to blast Dean with the frigid air and force him to crank up the heater for his own comfort. Keeping his hands pinned was a struggle but he tried the best he could not to let this...this...heat...take him over completely. Eventually with all the fighting he was doing to keep from doing himself or Dean any harm he wore himself out to where he slipped into unconsciousness.
Dean drove them a little further, his gaze darting between the road and his brother. He took the exit for the first motel he could find just outside of the town of Cherokee. It was some little hole in the wall directly off the interstate, but the sign said vacancy, so he pulled in and parked the car outside the motel office.
"I'll be right back, Sammy," Dean muttered as he opened his driver side door, "try not to paint the seat of my car while I'm gone," he added, sliding from behind the wheel. Closing the car door as quietly as he could since Sam seemed to be sleeping off whatever this thing was that he'd picked up. He walked into the office, frowning. Nothing like stopping only a half hour into the drive and getting a room already again. Had he known he would have just gotten the cottage for another day. He knew it wasn't Sam's fault, but he couldn't seem to help the slightly sour mood he was in now as he walked up to the front desk and asked for a room.
When he returned, room key in hand, Dean walked over to Sam's door. As luck would have it, not only was their room on the bottom floor, but right in front of where he'd already parked so he didn't have to pull around anywhere.
Pulling open Sam's door, Dean quickly caught his brother by the shoulder, keeping him from falling out, just like he had the day they had arrived at the cottage and Sam had been out cold. He crouched next to Sam and lifted his free hand to Sam's forehead, pushing back sweat damp bangs.
"Sammy, hey, come on, we're here, I got ya a room," Dean muttered softly.
Sam groaned and blinked his eyes open blearily. For a moment he thought maybe whatever had happened had worn off with him sleeping until he turned his head and saw Dean's mouth just inches away from his own. His entire body seemed to suffuse with heat except for the spots where Dean was touching him, those remained cooler as if his brother's touch wasn't unlike the aloe he'd used to soothe his chaffed dick soon after they'd arrived.
"Dean, wan'you," he slurred.
He reached up and brushed a hand against his brother's cheek as he stared at him, practically whimpering with need.
Dean rolled his eyes as he reached into the car, wrapping an arm around his brother to help him out and to his feet.
"Yeah," he muttered as he pulled Sam out of the car and had him standing beside him, moving Sam's arm around his own neck as he tightened his grasp on Sam's side, "cause we all know jus' how lust inducing I can be," he mumbled and sighed, "C'mon, Sam," he said as he started leading him to the door of their motel room, "I think the first thing you need is'a shower, man, you're sweaty as hell," he commented, glancing over at his brother, "Maybe that fever broke, huh?"
Sam shook his head as he staggered alongside Dean toward their room. He tried to press his body along Dean's as much as he could, wanting the cooling effect that seemed to have almost as desperately as he wanted Dean. While he'd slept the images had kept bombarding his brain and if anything he felt worse now than he had before he'd passed out. Whatever it was, it wasn't going to go away with just jacking off under a cold shower. He needed Dean. How exactly he didn't know, all he knew was he needed.
At the door to their room, Dean nearly propped Sam between himself and the wall to keep Sam from.... hell, he wasn't exactly sure what... falling over? Humping the ground? Something.
Pushing the door open, Dean reached for Sam, pulling him in, one arm around his brother, the other at the side of his neck, his eyes locked with Sam's as he sort of walked Sam backward into the room.
"Are you in pain? Or jus'..." he licked his lips, "horny?" His gaze searched Sam's sweat damp face, "I don' like this, angel, you're hot as hell."
He walked his brother toward the bed, only stopping when he felt Sam's calves it the side of the bed. His thumb ran lovingly along Sam's jaw before Dean gave him a gentle shove back onto the bed and turned heading for the door.
"Stay there and don' move, I gotta get our stuff," Dean said over his shoulder as he opened the door and walked out.
Sam collapsed onto the bed with a whimper, thankful that they weren't moving anymore. He stared up at the ceiling for awhile as his hand migrated south again, rubbing and caressing his dick then eventually undoing the jeans and releasing it. A sigh of relief gusted past Sam's lips when he did that and he struggled slightly to get his jeans and boxers off exposing more of his flesh allowing the sweat to slowly dry. His fingers meandered over his cock and balls as his eyes slid shut again slightly, a very hot and vivid fantasy playing out in his head, one he would never normally consider or find appealing.
"So, I was thinkin' maybe we get you a shower an' --" Dean's words died on his tongue right there, his sentence trailing off, eyes widening. The duffel straps he held in both hands fell from numb fingers as he gazed at his brother, watching him stroke his own cock and fondle his balls. He swallowed hard, licking suddenly dry lips. Stumbling stepping forward blindly, unable and unwilling to tear his gaze from Sam, Dean kicked the door closed behind him.
"Sammy," he murmured huskily, voice a low rumble. He waited until he saw Sam's eyes flutter open to continue, "Wanna see you do it again... will you?" He gave a nod, "Open yourself up for me, angel."
Sam moaned and his cock twitched in his hand listening to Dean talk to him in that voice the one he only used when he was so horny he was about to come in his own pants that turned Sam's insides into a puddle of goo every time. Sam brought a hand to his mouth and sucked a pair of fingers inside groaning around them as his mind leaped ahead to when he'd have them pressed up his ass fingering himself open for Dean.
Dean slowly walked toward the bed, shrugging off his leather and tossing it toward a chair, not bothering to see if it made it or not, his eyes laser focused on Sam. He shrugged out of his over shirt and pulled off his tee, stopping next to the bed, looming over Sam as he unfastened his jeans and toed off his boots.
"Y'so hot, Sammy," he breathed softly.
Sam just groaned and nodded vigorously still suckling at his fingers. He released one, an offering for Dean as he writhed on the bed sweat still pouring off of him practically bathing him. He was so hot and bothered right now he was almost afraid to start fingering himself for fear of coming long before Dean got his cock inside. 'Wouldn't have to worry about that if you were the one on top,' whispered a seductive voice in his head. Sam shook his head not wanting to give that thought anymore consideration tonight. Dean would take care of this; he'd make the curse or whatever this was go away soon.
Pushing his jeans down, Dean kicked them off and reached for his socks, sending them flying in haphazard directions as he tugged them off his feet before climbing up onto the bed and slowly lowering his body over Sam's. He hissed in a breath at both the feel of Sam's body under him, his rock hard cock pressing into his hip and the intense heat coming off his brother.
"We're gonna do this an' I'm gonna look this up, Sam," he told him, sliding one hand up, fingers threading into Sam's hair at the side. He shook his head, "I don' like this fever," Dean mumbled, concerned green eyes searching Sam's face. His thumb caressed against Sam's cheekbone and along his jaw as Dean gazed down at him a few moments before dipping his head and taking Sam's offered finger into his mouth, suckling at the single digit.
Sam moaned loud and long as he felt Dean join him in suckling his fingers. He ground upward wantonly, grinding his cock against his brother's body, eyes rolling back slightly at how good it felt. He sucked until he felt their saliva drooling down over his skin then pulled his mouth free.
"S'hot for you, D," he mumbled, eyes locked on where Dean was sucking on his finger.
Dean slowly pulled his head back, releasing Sam's finger and quirked a brow, "Ever since the car?" He 'heh'-ed a chuckle, a small lopsided smirk pulling at his lips, "I'm good Sam," he shook his head, "but I ain' that good." He muttered softly before slanting his mouth over Sam's, kissing him hungrily, a low groan tearing from deep in his throat.
Sam matched Dean's groan with a rough one of his own as he brought a hand up to grip Dean's hair as best he could as he practically devoured his brother's mouth. He rolled them onto their sides, his body restlessly entwined with Dean's, grinding up against him desperately as he reached back with his saliva slicked fingers brushing them across the tight pucker before just barely pushing them inside. Sam's eyes snapped open and he let out a hoarse cry when just that small bit alone combined with their humping to suddenly send him into climaxing hard and hot against his brother's abdomen.
"Goddamn, angel," Dean whispered thickly, watching as Sam fell apart right there before him, before they'd even started. Hell, he could remember back that Summer he'd come up to Stanford, how Sam had come on the blankets as he opened himself up, but even then they'd been at things a while longer.
He lifted a hand to the side of his brother's face, cupping his cheek, "You alright?" He licked his lips and glanced down at his brother's still erect cock, not that it had him thinking anything about it yet, it wasn't abnormal for Sam to stay had a few moments after they'd finished before his cock slowly went flaccid.
He looked back up into Sam's face, the corner of his lips quirking slightly, "Ya feel better?"
Sam laid there for awhile beside Dean after coming all over him waiting for the heat that'd been driving him crazy to ease off and his cock to go limp but neither happened. His cock stayed hard and if anything the heat that boiled and churned beneath his skin seemed to increase in intensity breaking him out in a fresh sweat.
"No," he croaked, "Need more, D...need you...”
He stared into Dean's eyes blearily, his head still muzzy from climaxing so hard. His two fingers were still about a knuckle deep in his ass and as he gazed at Dean he slid them in to the next knuckle working them around to loosen himself thinking that was what it'd take, having Dean inside him, to make this stop. His other hand seemed to be roaming down his brother's back of its own accord, finding its way to Dean's ass and slowly kneading at the taut muscular cheek.
"Wanna take...wanna give," he mumbled hazily, not even sure what he was saying or doing anymore, just letting the curse drive him even though that thought terrified him.
Sam pulled his brother in closer, one hand rising to smooth back his bangs before sliding lower over Sam's body, along his side and hip, slipping around between them to stroke his shaft slowly as he continued to gaze into his lover's face.
"S'okay, angel," he soothed, "gonna have me," he slid his head along the pillow, pressing his lips against Sam, kissing him softly before slipping away to kiss lower along the smooth column of his brother's throat.
"Mmmm, always take an' give, Sammy... make me come s'a hard," he whispered thickly against the tender flesh of Sam's neck.
Sam moaned wantonly, his head tilting back offering up more of his throat as his fingers finally sank in to the hilt. He began to stroke them in and out slowly, scissoring them and rotating them to open himself up as quickly as he could. Something inside him did somersaults when his hand that'd been kneading against Dean's ass slipped between his cheeks and found his hole, rubbing and pressing against it lightly.
Dean's mouth stilled against Sam's neck, a small nervous chuckle working out of him before he slowly raised his head to look at Sam, brow furrowing.
"Sam?" He asked, his lower body shifting on the bed, pulling marginally back from Sam's questing fingers. "What's goin' on?"
Dean pulling away had Sam whimpering softly before blinking his eyes and shaking his head trying to clear whatever this was for a moment.
"I...I...Dean...m'sorry," he mumbled.
He withdrew his fingers from himself and away from Dean, rolling away on the bed and curling up on his side facing away from his brother. 'He doesn't want that, never has,' he thought, 'So what the hell am I thinking?'
'Need to claim your mate, take him, mark him as yours.' purred the voice that Sam was beginning to associate with whoever had brought this curse down on him.
Dean's brow furrowed as he licked his lips. He'd be a little surprised by what Sam had done, but he wasn't mad and he didn't mean for him to roll away like that. It was true that Dean didn't want to bottom. Not for Sam, not for anyone. But it sure as hell wasn't because he thought Sam was a girl as they'd argued over at the diner that first night. It was actually exactly the opposite, Dean thought it took a helluva lotta guts for Sam to do what he did, what he always did when they made love. Hell, Dean wasn't so sure he could just lay there and take it, let alone actually enjoying it the way Sam seemed to. Maybe if anyone was the girl here, it was him. The idea of doing that, of letting someone in that close, giving himself over to someone that completely; scared the hell out of him.
He reached out, grasping Sam's shoulder, tugging on him to get him to roll back over.
"Hey, angel," he shook his head, though Sam wasn't looking, "I didn't mean to piss you off er whatever," he murmured softly, scooting closer to Sam and dipping his head, pressing his lips to the side of Sam's throat.
"I love you," he whispered, warm breaths fanning the tender flesh of Sam's neck.
"Love you too," murmured Sam, "M'not angry, D...m'scared...confused...s'tha'curse..."
He snuggled back into Dean's embrace letting that soothe whatever this was that was driving him crazy for the moment. His cock was still hard, flushed bright red and aching between his legs but he refused to let control over what was going on slip through his hands like that again. He let one of his hands wrap around it, feeling slightly better when he was touching himself even if he wasn't getting off just yet. About the only thing that could feel better would be if Dean's hand joined him. His eyes slipped closed imagining that as he touched himself remembering all the times he'd done that while listening to his brother's voice on their tapes or listening to their combined voices from the beach tapes.
"S'hot...so fuckin' hot...feels like m'burnin' up inside," he whispered.
Dean pulled his head up, frowning with worry down at his brother. If it wasn't for the fact that he didn't want to leave Sam's side, he'd go get on the kid's damn laptop and try to figure out what the hell this was and how long it would last. What did they need to do for it to go away?
Dean's hand slid against Sam's stomach, reaching down to wrap around Sam's as he stroked himself, "Tell me wha' you want, angel... what can we do ta make you feel better?" He whispered against Sam's ear.
"Whatever you need," Dean nodded his head, his lightly stubbled face brushing against Sam's hair, "we can do, Sammy. My job ta take care of you, remember?"
Sam moaned softly as he felt Dean's hand join his stroking his cock and found his hips gradually rocking up into their combined touch. He didn't know how to explain what the curse seemed to want, didn't totally understand it himself. He was perfectly content with things the way they usually were with Dean on top. Dean had always looked out for him, taken care of him; saw to it that his needs were met in every way so it was easy to put his faith in Dean when it came to them in bed with each other. His brother was incredibly considerate as a lover, almost too much so sometimes, but Sam loved it, loved basking in the warmth of his brother's love when Dean was inside him, taking what Dean offered and returning it with everything he had. He didn't want that to change but this curse didn't seem to be offering much choice with the way it manipulated him any time Sam let his guard down.
"'S tellin' me ta' claim you...s'why I keep goin' where you don' want me to," murmured Sam, his voice shaky with a combination of need and fear. "I don' wanna change things, D, I don't..."
Dean's hand on Sam's cock skipped a beat as did his heart. He moved from leaning on his elbow to half sitting up in the bed. Slowly he slipped his hand away from Sam's and swung his legs off the side of the bed, standing to his feet. Usually they just walked naked around each other but it was kinda awkward doing that now, knowing what Sam was thinking about. He grabbed his boxers and pulled them on silently before walking over to Sam's bag and pulling out his laptop. Walking over to the table with it, Dean plugged it in and turned it on before taking a seat in the chair in front of it.
"What do ya mean, it's 'telling you' to claim me?" He asked, quirking a brow as he finally looked back over at Sam, "What this thing talks too?" He huffed, tearing his eyes from his brother to look at the laptop screen, typing in some ideas to try and find out what was really going on here.
Sam mumbled an affirmative regarding the talking but the rest was muffled as he rolled over and started rutting against the bed, feeling the need brought on by the curse fire back up red hot and angry now that Dean'd moved away.
Dean glanced over at Sam and sighed, shaking his head as he looked back at the computer screen.
"Only you Sam," he muttered, "I take you on vacation to a romantic cottage in the mountains, I take you out to fancy restaurants and to see water falls and whadda you do? You get jinxed with the neighborhood curse."
Sam whimpered and shifted on the bed trying to find a level of friction that'd do something to help him relieve the tension that seemed to just keep building the longer Dean stayed apart from him. He finally curled up on his side again, one hand meandering back to finger himself again while the other worked his cock. It'd seemed to work before but with the way the curse was riding him he had a feeling that orgasm had been more due to having his brother in his arms than his own touch.
"Dean...please hurry," he whispered breathlessly.
"Uh, uh-huh," Dean mumbled distractedly, his eyes intent on the computer screen before him. He frowned, eyes tightening as read the local lore about Coyote's being Tricksters and mischief makers. Everything he read made mention of Coyote as being a master of disguise, a lecherous bastard, and thief of food, goods, other people's wives, and virginity.
Dean blinked, "Virginity? We're not..." his sentence trailed off as it hit him like a freight train. Sam saying that it was telling him to do that to him. His never having done it before.
"Sonuvabitch!" Dean practically shouted, slamming a fist down on the table and sliding his chair back.
Sam cringed where he lay on the bed when Dean shouted. He'd heard what he said about virginity being something that must relate to the coyote and drew the same conclusion Dean likely was so pissed off about. He felt awful, not just because of the curse but because of what it wanted him to do and the reasons behind it. Stealing the other half of Dean's virginity just so some local deity could get his jollies was not Sam's idea of a good time and the idea of being coerced into doing so almost made him nauseous.
Dean propped an elbow on the table and covered his mouth with his hand, rubbing absentmindedly as he thought about this and what it meant, that the only way Sam could find peace was if he was willing to give up something for it. His gaze slowly turned to Sam and his look darkened, "That's it, you're no longer allowed to talk to strangers, Sam, not ever!"
Sam pulled his fingers from his ass and let go of his cock, instead curling his entire body in trying to make himself small as he could. He'd screwed up royally and he knew it and he was suffering the consequences enough without the feeling of Dean glowering at him for getting them into this mess. If he could get up and walk out the door right now he would just to get away from that look.
"M'sorry, m'so sorry," he said, his voice barely audible.
Dean huffed a soft breath, dipping his had and running his hand up over his face as he sighed. Rising from the chair, Dean walked over to the bed, tucking his thumb into the waistband of his boxers, sliding them down and kicking them off before climbing in next to Sam and laying down on his back. He reached for Sam, pulling him up against his body.
Sam whimpered and buried his face against his arm and the bed as his hips ground back against the hard length of his brother's cock that was now pressed back up against him.
"You can take me first," he offered softly, "Or maybe we c-could find him and make him turn it off."
Dean sighed, "I don' think it's that easy," he mumbled, reaching out to hook an index finger under Sam's face and gently force him to look up at him.
Dean's breaths hitched in his throat as he looked into Sam's lust hazed features. Lips parted and a deeper cherry color, his pupils so lust blown that he could barely see a sliver of the cat-like hazel that seemed to be hiding behind the large black disc. His cheeks were flushed, looking like someone who had been out in the cold for too long, though Sam was anything but cold. He'd always ran a little on the warm side as far as Dean could tell, but now Sam was burning up, his half naked body glistening with sweat.
"Sam, I love you, an' I'm gonna take care of you, jus' like I always do, right?" Dean asked softly, tongue darting out to lick his lips as he hoped and prayed Sam couldn't hear the pounding of his heart.
Releasing Sam's jaw, his hand lowered along with his opposite one, reaching for the hem of Sam's shirts, "C'mon, let's get you outta these, I refuse to have ya half dressed durin' my first time," he commented almost sociably as if that would chase away the dread that had coiled in his belly.
"Dean, please, don't," pleaded Sam, even as he allowed Dean to draw his shirts up and over his head. "We'll find another way...there's always another way."
Dean frowned, "I'm sure there is, we could probably fin' you some virgin to de-flower, but I think I hate that idea a lot more than this one," he mumbled, sliding his hands down Sam's sides and back up.
"S'gonna be okay," Dean murmured softly, lifting his head off the pillow marginally to brush his lips across Sam's, "Now, ya gonna have ta open me up, Sammy," he instructed the same way he would as if he were telling Sam how to work on some part or another on his car.
Sam nodded, biting his lip and trying to put a brave face on when frankly he hated himself at the moment. Dean's suggestion of finding a different virgin was a good one but likely wasn't what the Coyote had intended. He closed his eyes letting the compulsion that seemed to be part and parcel of the curse and that'd been guiding him earlier have a little more sway. When he eased off the reins he'd been pulling on it, he lunged at Dean, crushing his mouth to his brother's, teeth knocking against each other with the rush. His hands moved to caress his brother's chest, finding and plucking at Dean's nipples drawing them to tight peaks then skimmed down along his sides.
Dean was stunned and overwhelmed at the way Sam just seemed to take over, kissing the living daylights out of him and touching him, caressing and fondling his body to a fevered pitch. It wasn't like Sam at all. Not that Sam wasn't a damn good lover, but he was usually not this aggressive and even when he was, there was a poetic feel to it. This was nearly sloppy, vulgar and so fuckin needy. Dean knew how to recognize those traits easily, because normally, that was him.
He moaned and strained up against Sam's touch, his back arching, pushing his chest toward Sam's fingers. His own hands slid over Sam, mapping him out and pressing him closer. One of his legs slid up the back of Sam's tangling the lower half of their bodies together as surely as their kisses and exploring hands tangled their top halves.
"Sam," Dean panted softly, his hips bucking up against his brother's causing their cocks to slid together. He wanted him, God how he wanted Sam so bad right then, wanted to throw him over and push into him, fuck him hard and fast like they'd done the day at the falls against the tree.
"Sam, I wan'..." He rasped softly, head rolling on the pillow as he caught his bottom lip in his mouth to cut off further words. He wasn't gonna make Sam feel any worse about this than he already did. He'd take care of Sam, do what he had to in order for Sam to be okay again, it was his job, the one thing that their dad had told him that he swore he would never screw up. He loved Sam too much to do that.
Sam moved his mouth to Dean's jaw, nipping at it before skimming down his throat. He suckled hard at the crook of Dean's neck, worrying the spot with his teeth, a low growl tearing from his throat. The growl was what scared Sam and had him scrambling back away from Dean, it hadn't just come from his throat, it'd echoed in his head just like those other instances.
"No, stoppit!" he shouted, seemingly at the air. "Jus' because you did this to me doesn't mean you're the boss'a me!"
Dean stared up at Sam like he'd just grown a second head. What the hell? Who was he talking to?
His sides and shoulders rose and fell heavily wishing like hell he could just get the damn Coyote gone and out of his head.
"If we're gonna do this it's gonna be my way, m'not an animal in heat like you. He's mine not yours...you got that Coyote...MINE!"
Dean's eyes darted away from Sam to look around the room before returning to Sam, "Uh, you wanna explain that?" He quirked a brow, "Is more goin' on here than I know about?"
Sam could hear a rough sort of chuckling in his head then felt the presence of the Coyote in the curse go away, like he'd pulled a curtain on the peephole he'd gained into Sam's head by casting the curse on him. The need was still there, the heat but Sam was free to go at his own pace now rather than be dragged along as though he'd been tied to the back of the Impala. He took a deep breath and ran a hand through his hair trying to get back in a mood to even try to do this. He looked at Dean who was bare butt naked sitting on the bed looking at him like he'd lost his ever loving mind.
"Peeping Coyote," he muttered, coming back over to the bed, "Worked something into the curse that allowed him to look in and take over if he wanted. I jus' kicked him out."
Dean raised his brows, "Uh-huh..." he mumbled, his eyes tracking Sam as he moved. Lifting a hand, his weight on the bed shifting, Dean ran his cupped hand over his face.
"If this gets any weirder, we're buyin' you an apple pie and callin' it a day." He told Sam pointedly.
Sam nodded and crawled onto the bed feeling all the nerves and guilt he had about the situation come rushing back after how the Coyote's presence had dulled them out. He scooted over to Dean and looked at him, biting his lower lip hesitantly.
"So...um...how..." said Sam, stumbling over the words, "How do you wanna do this? D'we have any lube?"
For once he was glad for the way the heat that was still pulsing through him from the curse colored his cheeks because he was genuinely humiliated to have to ask his brother that.
Dean had been staring at Sam with a look of innocence on his face, his brows raised as he listened to Sam stumbling along in his sentence.
He nodded, chewing his lip, "We got lube, s'in my duffel," he said, glancing over toward it before looking back at his brother with a smile, "Gotta take care'a my angel," he murmured softly before sighing a heavy breath and laying back, "As for how we do this, I think that's kinda up ta you. You're," he frowned, "kinda the one in the driver's seat now."
Sam swallowed hard not liking the feeling of being in the driver's seat as much as he might've thought. But it was the only way to finish this and Sam was determined to make it decent enough that they would both get off and could get back on the road. He climbed back off the bed and found Dean's duffel finding a pocket with about 2 or 3 tubes of lube in it all different. Sam recognized the warming lube as the same stuff they'd used on the beach in California and grabbed it up remembering how it'd helped to ease the pain. He turned around and took a good look at Dean lying back on the bed. Other than the tension he could see in his muscles from a mile away, his brother looked perfect. He felt his cock twitch and moved forward needing to get this over with so things could go back to normal. He eased onto the bed slowly and moved to kneel between Dean's spread legs, his bottom lip back between his teeth as he fought off a slight twinge of nerves.
After Sam rose from the bed to go hunt down the lube, Dean lay staring at the ceiling, trying to talk himself into being able to handle this. Sammy did it all the time, right? It couldn't be that bad. 'Just like a small freight train,' his words to virgin girls in High School came back to haunt him and he swallowed hard, closing his eyes. Sam needed him, he could do this. After all, it was Sam for crying out loud, not some random hook-up some where.
His eyes opened as the bed dipped, laser focused on his brother as he crawled onto the bed and knelt between his legs. By the look on Sam's face, he didn't seem any more thrilled about this than Dean was.
"Sammy," Dean called softly and licked his lips, "C'mere an' kiss me," he whispered huskily.
"Yeah," mumbled Sam.
He set the lube aside and leaned forward over Dean, his hand instinctively reaching out to caress his brother's chest as he slanted his lips over Dean's. The kiss was like the slow burn of the fire they'd spent most of their nights camped in front of, his tongue sliding inside and mapping out Dean's mouth slowly, soft moans escaping as he shifted from side to side. His palm that'd skimmed lightly over Dean's chest came up to cup his cheek, chuckling softly at the way the light stubble along his brother's chin tickled.
"If ya' grew this out you'd look like one of those manly mountain men," he murmured when he drew back for a breath.
Dean 'heh'-ed out a soft half chuckle, "Mmm, yeah but then it would tickle you when I..." his eyes darted down lower on his brother before returning to his gaze. He licked his lips, "Would hate to not be able to that an'more, s'as good as pie."
Sam hummed leaning in and tracing Dean's lips with his own tongue before suckling lightly at the lower one and pulling back slightly.
"Can I do that to you? Taste you," he inquired huskily, letting his cheek rest lightly against Dean's.
Dean's arms wrapped around Sam, tugging him down flat against him, head dipping, his face pressed against the side of Sam's neck. He arched up against his brother, a moan tumbling from his lips, "Do whatever you wan' to Sammy."
Sam's heart had already been pounding in his chest but Dean giving him that kind of carte blanche permission sent it into overdrive. He buried his face against Dean's neck, licking soothingly over the bruise he'd created while he was under Coyote's direct impulses. He kissed his way back up to Dean's mouth capturing it slowly while one of his hands fumbled for the lube he'd set aside. He pulled away slowly and popped the cap, squeezing some onto the fingers of his other hand then rubbed them together slowly, a soft groan escaping him at the memory of that warm tingling feeling.
Dean stared up at Sam, tongue darting out to lick his brother's taste from his lips. His hands that had fallen away from Sam as he pulled back now gripped the bed as though Sam were about to ram a red hot poker up his ass and he was agreeing to it. He swallowed hard, watching Sam rub his hands together.
"You know... you could'a at least bought me some pie first," Dean joked, a cocky smile on his face, one that didn't reach his eyes and was usually saved for some evil sonuvabitch or another.
Dean's joke drew Sam's eyes from his fingers to his brother's face and the slight enthusiasm he'd begun to develop for trying to go through with this evaporated. Sam swallowed hard and looked back to his lube coated fingers feeling like maybe it'd be best if he just wiped it off on the comforter and tried to find some other way to be done with this curse. He didn't know how to put Dean at ease, he'd never done this before, never had to worry about it. He sat there thinking, rubbing his fingers together when he remembered something.
"Dean, gimme your hand," he said.
Dean quirked a brow and slowly released the bed with one hand, reaching up to offer it to Sam, "Ya gonna make an honest man outta me, Sammy? Aw, that's sweet," he flashed a cocky grin, this one lighting his eyes with mirth.
'Maybe someday,'thought Sam but he kept it to himself.
"Mmmm, nope, you're gonna help me open ya' up, remember how we did that to me on the beach," he murmured, his tone low and soothing yet seductive, "That's what we're gonna do."
He gently took Dean's hand and applied the lube to his middle two fingers coaxing him to rub them together like he had.
"Warming lube," he rasped then smirked.
This part didn't bother Dean all that much, it wasn't something he went around telling people or posting up on billboards around America, but he'd had a girl or two shove their fingers up his ass during blow jobs before. Of course their fingers were tiny pixie sticks compared to his own or Sam's, but still he couldn't imagine the concept being all that dissimilar.
He nodded to his brother as he rubbed the fingers of his hand together to smear the lube around, "Okay, do you wan' me to start, like you did or..."
"Yeah, go ahead an' start," murmured Sam, sitting back slightly so that he could watch.
Dean licked his lips and grinned up at his brother before shaking his head, "Ya so dirty Sam," he teased, winking at him as he reached down, bending one leg, foot against the mattress and slowly slid the tip of his finger past the first ring of muscle. He caught his bottom lips between his teeth as he pushed his finger in further, feeling the burn and stretch. A small soft whimper broke from his throat before his eyes closed and he took a deep breath, letting it out slow. Either his finger was a lot different or it had just been a helluva long time since he'd had someone do this.
His lips slipped from between his teeth as his head tilted back on a soft groan as he pushed his finger in further, past the second knuckle and to the third.
"Holy..." His head rolled on the pillow, hips lifting up off the bed marginally as he started to slide his finger out and back in again.
Sam moaned as he watched Dean slowly slide one of his own fingers into his ass. Now this was something he wouldn't mind seeing again or doing again from time to time. He licked his lips, his breaths panting out before he leaned over Dean briefly and stole a quick kiss.
"Hot n' dirty," he rasped, "Jus' lemme know when I can join the fun."
http://community.livejournal.com/wordsmeetwings/23159.html - Chapter 2