Roll of the Dice - Sam/Dean - SPN - Part 02
Title: Roll of the Dice Pt 02/?
Author: youaredriving aka Scarletsptember
Fandom, Characters: Supernatural, Sam/Dean
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: AU Liberties taken, serious liberties taken. But it could happen in my twisted mind. Oh and it's Wincest. Yeah, yeah.
Author's Notes: Hey, it took me awhile but I came back to it *grin*
Part One
“Stop it Sam,” Dean growled out across the darkened Impala.
“Stop what?” Sam asked even though he full well knew what he was doing. He just couldn’t help the way he was staring. Every blip of street light they passed under he got another glimpse of the tattoos lining Dean’s skin. Each peek he got made it harder to stay pressed against his side of the car. It made it harder to resist the need to slide across the seat and let his fingers brush against warm skin the map out every nuance that the dark inks had made.
“Staring at me. Just stop it.”
“Sorry,” Sam bit into his lower lip and looked out the window.
After they had made it out of the city and onto the interstate Dean took a deep breath that had Sam looking back over at him for a quick second before focusing on the misty road the Impala was eating up. “You’ve changed.”
“Not much.” Sam gave a quick shrug. “Just made a few friends here and there and I went to school.”
“Lost contact with me and Dad, one of your friends died, and oh yeah lets not forget while you were in Palo Alto you hunted if a case showed up.” Dean looked across the Impala with wide eyes before he focused back on the road. “Caleb filled me in on that one.”
“Glad to know you checked in on me.”
“Yeah, well he wanted know why you couldn’t talk to me yourself so I had to return the favor.”
Sam snorted, “I figured it would easier. Move on, a clean break. I didn’t think you wanted anything to do with me after I left.”
“Are you stupid?” Dean picked his foot up off the gas pedal with the question before he shook his head and sped back up. “Right, of course you are. No Sam I would have rather talked to you rather than gather intel on you like you were some kind of a case.”
“When’d you start getting tattoos?” Sam abruptly changed the course of the conversation not liking where it was heading. He didn’t want to listen to how much he betrayed them for going to school. He just wanted to be with Dean again.
“First one was the day after you left.” Dean answered after a bitter silence settled over the car.
“Can I see it?”
“Can you see it?” Dean looked over at Sam and rolled his eyes. “Not now. I’ll show you later. Now I’m driving. That would be a little dangerous don’t you think, Sammy?”
“Shut up.” Sam answered with a wide yawn. “So where are we going anyways? You just packed me into the car like old times.”
“Old times?” Dean shot a lavish grin over towards Sam. The reaction was immediate and Sam felt a wave of heat fly through his veins and twist in his gut. Old times for them involved a lot more touching, kissing and it was a whole hell of a lot more fun than this.
Sam ducked his head and knew if there was light his neck and his ears would have been red. What he wasn’t expecting was Dean to reach across the seats and to brush a hand along to side of Sam’s jaw.
“I miss old times,” Dean shook his head and cleared his throat. “Anyways we’re uh, heading towards Jericho to look for Dad. We can stop for the night if you want to get some rest head in fresh.”
“That would probably be good.” Not to mention it would be good to get out of such an tight enclosed space with you. “I’m a bit tired.”
“Right,” Dean licked his lips. His lips curved upwards when Sam’s eyes tracked the movement. “I call first shower where ever we end up staying at.”
“Of course, wouldn’t expect anything else.” Sam rolled his eyes.
It took about thirty minutes before Dean was pulling into a motel and nudging Sam to head into the office and to get them a room. Sam gave a huff before trekking across the parking lot and grabbing a room, gesturing to Dean where he could park as he walked over towards the room.
Sam unlocked the room and gestured Dean in before he moved in behind him and settled on one of the beds. “Shower is yours.”
“Uh,” Dean scratched at the back of his neck looking down at Sam and biting into his lip, “I’m glad you came with me. I missed you, Sam.”
“Missed you too, Dean.” Sam laid an arm over his eyes at the sting he felt and he heard the soft pad of Dean’s feet heading towards the bathroom before the door shut with a soft click. Sam laid on the bed with his eyes closed, fighting the urge he had that was telling him to reach out and trace every outline, every mark along Dean’s skin.
A warm hand brushed along Sam’s arm, jolting him from his thoughts. “Shower’s free if you want it.”
Sam looked up at the towel clad Dean and felt his breath catch. The tattoos were more extensive than just what he originally saw. They took a lot of time and work. He sat up and admired the Key of Solomon, the protection runes that wrapped around his sides and Sam let his hands move along Dean’s skin before he could stop himself.
“Which one did you get done first?” Sam looked up and Dean was biting into his lip, his hands clutched into tight fists. He took a deep breath before pointing towards a tattoo along his inner wrist. It was small and Latin, Ab Initio, from the beginning. “Why that one?”
“I was kind of yours from the beginning, Sam.” Dean shrugged. “Even while you were gone.”
Sam swallowed and tangled his fingers with Dean’s, “Jess wanted to meet you. She thought the sun shined out of your ass with the way I talked about you. She told me that best friends always have to approve, she never got to but I knew she would love you.”
“Tattoos and all?” Dean grinned and the cocky grin softened with Sam pressed his lips against the curls and licks of the words along his wrists.
“Tattoos and all,” Sam agreed and smiled up at Dean when he settled over Sam’s hips bracing his arms along side Sam’s face. Dean brushed his nose along Sam’s jaw breathing in a scent so uniquely Sam before he pressed his lips against Sam’s in teasing light kisses, pulling back as soon as Sam moved to deepen the kiss.
Finally Sam wrapped a hand behind Dean’s neck and kissed him long and deep, brushing his tongue along Dean’s and nipping along Dean’s lower lip. “Missed you.”
“Missed you too,” Dean carded his fingers through Sam’s hair and gasped into Sam’s mouth with the taller man rolled them over. Sam stared down at Dean, his fingers brushing along the inked lines on Dean’s neck before he bent down and brushed his lips along the markings. He traced wet hot lines along the tattoos before sucking his own mark into the creamy clean skin. Dean arched up into him and his fingers curled into Sam’s shoulders. “Thought you hated me.”
“Never.” Sam whispered into Dean’s skin. “Never could hate you. Was afraid.”
“Of what?” Dean asked maneuvering Sam over on his back, “What were you afraid of Sam?”
Sam looked up in to dark eyes and found himself wanting to admit to everything for the first thing in a long time, “Not being enough for you.”
“Guess we’re both stupid then,” Dean whispered gathering Sam close pressing his lips against Sam’s, “I thought I wasn’t enough for you.”