New Disease
Title: New Disease
Author writersmirth
Character(s)/Pairing: Dean/Sam
Word Count: 1920
Rating: R
Disclaimer:All Supernatural characters are the brain children of Erik Kripke, and are used here solely for entertainment purposes. No profit comes from the posting of this story. No copyright infringement intended.
Summary: Sam comes to a sickening revelation. Warning Wincest.
“I can’t do this anymore,” Sam said, slowly wrapping his fingers tightly around his brother's throat.
Is this all worth what this has done to me
Watered down my senses and turned them on me - Spineshank
***
The colors darted across the room, each scene playing across the screen leaving Sam even more nauseated than the last. The women, all three of them naked and splayed out on the love bed in a hotel [not unlike the one he and Dean were renting now] did nothing for his ego or his sex drive. If anything it was making him more flaccid, his cock shriveling further between his legs. This wasn’t right.
Sam reached for the remote and flicked the channel. With 700 odd channels on the hotel cable there was bound to be something that would get him going and if nothing else help him sleep a little easier. After a few flicks he settled on a comedy station, not daring to look any further for fear he would be there all night. Not that it mattered. Dean wouldn’t be home for hours and neither one of them knew where or when they would see Castiel again. Still, men in suits and ties trying to reel in women was a damn sight more entertaining than the thoughts that continued to wreak havoc in his mind and if porn wasn’t going to ease the tension, bad american comedy sure would.
***
The alarm clock turned over, the old fashioned numbers signalling morning was soon arising. Sam rolled over, spit pooling at the sides of his lips. He lifted his head, feeling his skin sticking to the cardboard pillow slip and rolled over, dragging the sweaty sheets of the double bed along with him. Opening his eyes Sam, both cracked with dry sleep and wiped them clean with the tips of his fingers, wiping away with it the reminder of another night he would have to spend alone while Dean galavant around with any local hussy he could find. For now, when his eyes were clean he let his eyes roam towards the other side of the room where his brother lay half naked and wrapped up in his blankets. Asleep and softly snoring into his own cardboard pillows.
“Rise and shine,” Sam muttered, unable to look at Dean any longer than necessary. The sight annoying him more than usual.
Why was he always the one who spent the night alone eating left overs from the night before while he wasted away in front of the television or worse yet his laptop doing research for the two of them?
Why wasn’t he allowed to blow off steam? Sure it probably wouldn’t be with a woman and it would be a little bit harder to express his true self in this town, but it had been three days since they had arrived here and he’s seen nothing but the four walls that surrounded him and the vending machine four doors down every night when he ran low on caffeine.
When would it be his turn?
“I can’t do this anymore,” Sam said to himself, slipping from beneath the sheets. His feet found the floor, cold air drifting from underneath the bed itself. It had been a brutal winter. Fighting the frost, Sam wrapped his sheet around his body and tied it in a knot wishing not for the first time in his life that he could wrap himself in a tight cocoon and wake up when Dean finally realised just how much his actions were killing him. Killing the both of them.
Sam padded to the bathroom, the sheet trailing behind him. He stepped inside the freezing room, his nipples beginning to perk while his body tried in vain to desperately adjust to the warmth of the sheet. Closing the door behind him, he flicked the lock and lent against the hard frame, loving the sensation of the knob pressing deep into his flesh. Loving the feeling of pain itself and the sense of being grounded that allowed him to believe for a few minutes that this wasn’t all a dream, that his thoughts weren’t real and that he wasn’t in love. Head over heels, and sickly in love.
“You okay in there?” Dean yells, thumping his fist on the door causing Sam to lose his footing and slip on the floor. “Hey open up I gotta take a freaking leak.”
Angry, Sam rose to his feet using the nearby towel rack to hoist himself up. Lately everything Dean did drove him insane. But this, this was just the icing on the top of the cake. With fists balled the the sheet falling down as the knot unwound and fell beneath his feet. Sam unlocked the door, swinging it outright in Dean’s face, not even waiting a moment to watch his brother stumble back before he was on him like a rabid dog.
“Get out of my fucking face Dean,” Sam said, spittle flying through the short distance between them and landing on his brother's cheek. He looked into his brother's eyes, heat rising beneath the surface of his skin. Fury crawling like wildfire ready to burst and cause an inferno to rage through him. Even Dean’s stupid frown, the one that creased his dimples in a slight grin made him sick to the stomach. Sam’s fingernails dug into his skin, piercing the surface, keeping him grounded once again, but the sight of Deans pert nipples and half naked chest tipped him over the edge.
Lunging forward, the sheet completely slipping away from his body, Sam reached for Dean’s throat and wrapped his hands around his brothers hot flesh. Immediately the pulse of Dean’s fear caused Sam’s body to respond and the sound of his brothers gasps of pain sent shivers throughout his body, turning into hot ripples of pleasure when his own nipples came into contact with Deans.
“I can’t do this anymore,” Sam said, slowly wrapping his fingers tightly around his brother's throat. “You leaving me every night to sit here alone while you fuck around and then come home and brag about it like it’s some kind of conquest.”
“I- didn’t,” Dean rasped, reaching for Sam’s hands. Trying desperately to pry them from his throat. “Stop-”
Sam moved closer, loosening his grip ever so slightly. His eyes never blinking, never wavering away from Dean’s. He wanted to drink up this moment. The sight of Dean afraid, his own bad ass brother watery eyed and gasping for air. He wanted him to know he had some control, that he could do it too, just as good as any woman ever could. He wanted to make him see that no one could love him like he did. No one knew him better than he and only he could ever make him cum as hard as Dean would once he was finished with him. Sam felt Dean tense beneath him. His brothers face turning an awful shade of red. Which stirred something deeper downwards, where the blood left his brain and pooled deep, causing his cock to dance and an erection to rub against Dean’s chest.
“I need to fuck you Dean. I need to fuck you so bad its all I can think about. I can’t even-” Sam faltered, feeling his brothers pulse slow beneath his fingertips. “I can’t even cum unless I think about you. I’ve tried so hard for so long. Nothing works. I need it Dean.”
Dean dug his nails into Sam's hands, scratching away at the skin that was already bruised from a previous hunt. Was he delusional? Did Sam just say he wanted to fuck his own brother? Or was the affects of suffocation cutting of the circulation, causing his mind to crack beneath the loud thumping tribal beat of his heart pounding in his ears, complementing the sickening sound of blood rushing through his body traveling towards his stomach.
Sam lowered one hand, keeping his fingers pressed against Dean’s neck as he kept his on Dean’s, never wavering once. Not even when two small tears seeped from his brothers eyes like droplets of sweat and disappeared between two cracked lips.Lower and lower he trailed, past his nipples and the soft hair of his nail trail, over his hot navel and beneath the vline of his pelvis. He breathed in deeply, consumed with arousal that made his eyes water with the need to sink to his knees and submit to his brothers growing hard cock. Instead he resisted and let his hands touch Dean’s skin before his fingertips explored and caressed the tip of the semi-hard flesh.
“I’ll let go if you promise not to hurt me,” Sam whispered,his eyes rolling into the back of his head with Ecstasy at the sensation of Dean’s rock growing beneath his fingers, dancing closer towards his stomach. Was he aroused? Or was it exactly like Sam had read about? Asphyxiation; Was Dean losing consciousness and oxygen while his body betrayed him with confusion making him high and causing the chemicals in his body to make him horny too.
“Unless you want to,” Sam moaned, feeling the first slip of pre-cum ooze from Dean’s slit.
“You’re losing him,” a voice lingered, heavy in the air, not unlike a familiar angels. A warning that Sam had heard one too many times.
Sam opened his eyes to see Dean’s eyes rolling back in his head and his complexion had turned from red to white the further Sam's fingers had dug into his neck. Alarmed for the first time in what felt like hours that had passed, Sam let go of Dean’s throat and drew him in closer. Catching him with both hands wrapped around his arms as Dean swayed and nearly fell backwards.
***
Opening his eyes, Dean widened as he was moved onto the edge of the bed. Eyes flickering, adjusting to the light, he rubbed hard trying to rid the swirling pain that made the room spin faster and faster with every blink. He looked down, his vision blurred to find himself naked and wrapped in his sheets. Between his legs, on his knees Sam held up a glass of water to him and he took it in both hands. The cool, wet sensation made his throat hurt, but for what reason he wasn’t quite sure. It felt like someone had stuffed a wire brush down his throat. He held his fingers up to his throat, feeling for bumps and lumps but came up short with nothing but soft pain when his fingers came into contact with what must be bruises and then it all came back to him like a lightening storm, fire crackling heat through his veins while his body tried hard to pump blood through them. Sammy- Sam, had tried to kill him.
“What the fuck Sam?” Dean said, throwing the glass of water on the floor. Ripping the blankets way he discarded them on the bed and stood up, pushing Sam roughly away from his naked body. Feeling exposed and violated he searched the room for his flask of Holy water and noted the nearest gun on the table a few feet away. Without waiting for his brother to answer, Dean reached for the gun hearing Sam rise to his feet and turned around, aiming the barrel at his brother's chest.
“What the fuck Dean” Sam said, moving a few steps away from Dean’s aim.
Dean shook his head, cocking it to the side and raised his weapon prepared to shoot if necessary. “I asked you first.”
Author writersmirth
Character(s)/Pairing: Dean/Sam
Word Count: 1920
Rating: R
Disclaimer:All Supernatural characters are the brain children of Erik Kripke, and are used here solely for entertainment purposes. No profit comes from the posting of this story. No copyright infringement intended.
Summary: Sam comes to a sickening revelation. Warning Wincest.
“I can’t do this anymore,” Sam said, slowly wrapping his fingers tightly around his brother's throat.
Is this all worth what this has done to me
Watered down my senses and turned them on me - Spineshank
***
The colors darted across the room, each scene playing across the screen leaving Sam even more nauseated than the last. The women, all three of them naked and splayed out on the love bed in a hotel [not unlike the one he and Dean were renting now] did nothing for his ego or his sex drive. If anything it was making him more flaccid, his cock shriveling further between his legs. This wasn’t right.
Sam reached for the remote and flicked the channel. With 700 odd channels on the hotel cable there was bound to be something that would get him going and if nothing else help him sleep a little easier. After a few flicks he settled on a comedy station, not daring to look any further for fear he would be there all night. Not that it mattered. Dean wouldn’t be home for hours and neither one of them knew where or when they would see Castiel again. Still, men in suits and ties trying to reel in women was a damn sight more entertaining than the thoughts that continued to wreak havoc in his mind and if porn wasn’t going to ease the tension, bad american comedy sure would.
***
The alarm clock turned over, the old fashioned numbers signalling morning was soon arising. Sam rolled over, spit pooling at the sides of his lips. He lifted his head, feeling his skin sticking to the cardboard pillow slip and rolled over, dragging the sweaty sheets of the double bed along with him. Opening his eyes Sam, both cracked with dry sleep and wiped them clean with the tips of his fingers, wiping away with it the reminder of another night he would have to spend alone while Dean galavant around with any local hussy he could find. For now, when his eyes were clean he let his eyes roam towards the other side of the room where his brother lay half naked and wrapped up in his blankets. Asleep and softly snoring into his own cardboard pillows.
“Rise and shine,” Sam muttered, unable to look at Dean any longer than necessary. The sight annoying him more than usual.
Why was he always the one who spent the night alone eating left overs from the night before while he wasted away in front of the television or worse yet his laptop doing research for the two of them?
Why wasn’t he allowed to blow off steam? Sure it probably wouldn’t be with a woman and it would be a little bit harder to express his true self in this town, but it had been three days since they had arrived here and he’s seen nothing but the four walls that surrounded him and the vending machine four doors down every night when he ran low on caffeine.
When would it be his turn?
“I can’t do this anymore,” Sam said to himself, slipping from beneath the sheets. His feet found the floor, cold air drifting from underneath the bed itself. It had been a brutal winter. Fighting the frost, Sam wrapped his sheet around his body and tied it in a knot wishing not for the first time in his life that he could wrap himself in a tight cocoon and wake up when Dean finally realised just how much his actions were killing him. Killing the both of them.
Sam padded to the bathroom, the sheet trailing behind him. He stepped inside the freezing room, his nipples beginning to perk while his body tried in vain to desperately adjust to the warmth of the sheet. Closing the door behind him, he flicked the lock and lent against the hard frame, loving the sensation of the knob pressing deep into his flesh. Loving the feeling of pain itself and the sense of being grounded that allowed him to believe for a few minutes that this wasn’t all a dream, that his thoughts weren’t real and that he wasn’t in love. Head over heels, and sickly in love.
“You okay in there?” Dean yells, thumping his fist on the door causing Sam to lose his footing and slip on the floor. “Hey open up I gotta take a freaking leak.”
Angry, Sam rose to his feet using the nearby towel rack to hoist himself up. Lately everything Dean did drove him insane. But this, this was just the icing on the top of the cake. With fists balled the the sheet falling down as the knot unwound and fell beneath his feet. Sam unlocked the door, swinging it outright in Dean’s face, not even waiting a moment to watch his brother stumble back before he was on him like a rabid dog.
“Get out of my fucking face Dean,” Sam said, spittle flying through the short distance between them and landing on his brother's cheek. He looked into his brother's eyes, heat rising beneath the surface of his skin. Fury crawling like wildfire ready to burst and cause an inferno to rage through him. Even Dean’s stupid frown, the one that creased his dimples in a slight grin made him sick to the stomach. Sam’s fingernails dug into his skin, piercing the surface, keeping him grounded once again, but the sight of Deans pert nipples and half naked chest tipped him over the edge.
Lunging forward, the sheet completely slipping away from his body, Sam reached for Dean’s throat and wrapped his hands around his brothers hot flesh. Immediately the pulse of Dean’s fear caused Sam’s body to respond and the sound of his brothers gasps of pain sent shivers throughout his body, turning into hot ripples of pleasure when his own nipples came into contact with Deans.
“I can’t do this anymore,” Sam said, slowly wrapping his fingers tightly around his brother's throat. “You leaving me every night to sit here alone while you fuck around and then come home and brag about it like it’s some kind of conquest.”
“I- didn’t,” Dean rasped, reaching for Sam’s hands. Trying desperately to pry them from his throat. “Stop-”
Sam moved closer, loosening his grip ever so slightly. His eyes never blinking, never wavering away from Dean’s. He wanted to drink up this moment. The sight of Dean afraid, his own bad ass brother watery eyed and gasping for air. He wanted him to know he had some control, that he could do it too, just as good as any woman ever could. He wanted to make him see that no one could love him like he did. No one knew him better than he and only he could ever make him cum as hard as Dean would once he was finished with him. Sam felt Dean tense beneath him. His brothers face turning an awful shade of red. Which stirred something deeper downwards, where the blood left his brain and pooled deep, causing his cock to dance and an erection to rub against Dean’s chest.
“I need to fuck you Dean. I need to fuck you so bad its all I can think about. I can’t even-” Sam faltered, feeling his brothers pulse slow beneath his fingertips. “I can’t even cum unless I think about you. I’ve tried so hard for so long. Nothing works. I need it Dean.”
Dean dug his nails into Sam's hands, scratching away at the skin that was already bruised from a previous hunt. Was he delusional? Did Sam just say he wanted to fuck his own brother? Or was the affects of suffocation cutting of the circulation, causing his mind to crack beneath the loud thumping tribal beat of his heart pounding in his ears, complementing the sickening sound of blood rushing through his body traveling towards his stomach.
Sam lowered one hand, keeping his fingers pressed against Dean’s neck as he kept his on Dean’s, never wavering once. Not even when two small tears seeped from his brothers eyes like droplets of sweat and disappeared between two cracked lips.Lower and lower he trailed, past his nipples and the soft hair of his nail trail, over his hot navel and beneath the vline of his pelvis. He breathed in deeply, consumed with arousal that made his eyes water with the need to sink to his knees and submit to his brothers growing hard cock. Instead he resisted and let his hands touch Dean’s skin before his fingertips explored and caressed the tip of the semi-hard flesh.
“I’ll let go if you promise not to hurt me,” Sam whispered,his eyes rolling into the back of his head with Ecstasy at the sensation of Dean’s rock growing beneath his fingers, dancing closer towards his stomach. Was he aroused? Or was it exactly like Sam had read about? Asphyxiation; Was Dean losing consciousness and oxygen while his body betrayed him with confusion making him high and causing the chemicals in his body to make him horny too.
“Unless you want to,” Sam moaned, feeling the first slip of pre-cum ooze from Dean’s slit.
“You’re losing him,” a voice lingered, heavy in the air, not unlike a familiar angels. A warning that Sam had heard one too many times.
Sam opened his eyes to see Dean’s eyes rolling back in his head and his complexion had turned from red to white the further Sam's fingers had dug into his neck. Alarmed for the first time in what felt like hours that had passed, Sam let go of Dean’s throat and drew him in closer. Catching him with both hands wrapped around his arms as Dean swayed and nearly fell backwards.
***
Opening his eyes, Dean widened as he was moved onto the edge of the bed. Eyes flickering, adjusting to the light, he rubbed hard trying to rid the swirling pain that made the room spin faster and faster with every blink. He looked down, his vision blurred to find himself naked and wrapped in his sheets. Between his legs, on his knees Sam held up a glass of water to him and he took it in both hands. The cool, wet sensation made his throat hurt, but for what reason he wasn’t quite sure. It felt like someone had stuffed a wire brush down his throat. He held his fingers up to his throat, feeling for bumps and lumps but came up short with nothing but soft pain when his fingers came into contact with what must be bruises and then it all came back to him like a lightening storm, fire crackling heat through his veins while his body tried hard to pump blood through them. Sammy- Sam, had tried to kill him.
“What the fuck Sam?” Dean said, throwing the glass of water on the floor. Ripping the blankets way he discarded them on the bed and stood up, pushing Sam roughly away from his naked body. Feeling exposed and violated he searched the room for his flask of Holy water and noted the nearest gun on the table a few feet away. Without waiting for his brother to answer, Dean reached for the gun hearing Sam rise to his feet and turned around, aiming the barrel at his brother's chest.
“What the fuck Dean” Sam said, moving a few steps away from Dean’s aim.
Dean shook his head, cocking it to the side and raised his weapon prepared to shoot if necessary. “I asked you first.”