Fic: The walls came tumbling down (Sam/Jess/Dean)
This (posted here very belatedly) is a little something I wrote for spnspringfling. My recipient was runedgirl who wanted Sam/Jess/Dean and who prompted: 'Jess wasn't blind and she certainly wasn't stupid'.
Title: The walls came tumbling down
Author: zara_zee
Pairing: Sam/Jess/Dean
Rating: R
Wordcount: 2,500
Warnings: Incest, threesome, canon-divergence, masturbation, het and slash, episode dialogue, Jess POV
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Jess awakes to the sound of a scuffle. She sits up, heart pounding in her chest. There’s a knife under her pillow and a gun in the nightstand, but she doesn’t want to overreact.
It’s probably just a drunk friend, looking to crash, climbing in the window and being confronted by Sam.
“Dean?” she hears Sam say.
He sounds incredulous.
The low murmur of voices follows so Jess gets up and edges out of the bedroom.
“Uh, the phone?” Sam says.
“If I'd'a called, would you’ve picked up?” says a deep, masculine voice.
The voice does interesting things to Jess’s libido and she bites at her lip, before turning the light on.
“Sam?” she says.
Sam and a drop-dead gorgeous guy in a leather jacket turn their heads in unison.
“Jess. Hey. Dean, this is my girlfriend, Jessica.”
Dean leers and Jess would be self-conscious of her very short shorts and cropped Smurfs tee-shirt if she weren’t so busy wondering if this guy would be up for a threesome, because hello hotness.
She and Sam have discussed threesomes before. They were planning to hook up with Brady before he turned into a douchebag. Jess looks at Sam, thinks he’d be into it. There’s certainly a connection between him and Dean, given how close they’re standing, the way they subconsciously mirror each other, like they’ve known each other forever.
Oh.
“Wait,” she says, “your brother Dean?”
Sam nods.
Dean grins at her and saunters closer.
“Oh, I love the Smurfs,” he says, all swagger and bravado. “You know, I gotta tell you. You are completely out of my brother's league.”
Jess raises an eyebrow. “Just let me put something on.”
She turns to go, but Dean's voice stops her. “No, no, no, I wouldn't dream of it. Seriously.”
Sam is watching Dean with a stony expression and Jess isn’t sure whether to be pissed at Dean or flattered by him. She’s leaning toward pissed.
“Anyway,” Dean says, “I gotta borrow your boyfriend here, talk about some private family business. But, uh, nice meeting you.”
It’s a patronizing dismissal and it tips the balance, but before she can open her mouth to tell Dean off, Sam crosses to her side and puts an arm around her.
“No. Whatever you want to say, you can say it in front of her.”
“Okay,” Dean becomes abruptly serious. “Dad hasn't been home in a few days.”
Sam relaxes against her.
“So he's working overtime on a Miller Time shift. He'll stumble back in sooner or later.”
Dean ducks his head and then looks back up, determined.
“Dad's on a hunting trip. And he hasn't been home in a few days.”
Sam's expression hardens. “What was he hunting?”
Dean gapes. He looks from Sam to Jess and back again; rubs at the back of his neck. “Maybe this should be a private conversation?”
Sam just stares at his brother and Dean looks so uncomfortable that Jess decides to explain.
“There were werewolves on campus. Sam and I already had the talk.”
“Oh,” says Dean. “So you know about…?”
“Everything,” Jess says. “Saving people, hunting things. The family business.”
“Everything?” Dean glances at Sam who gives an almost imperceptible headshake.
“I’m going to put some coffee on,” Jess says when the silence stretches. “Why don’t you boys take a seat on the sofa?”
When Jess returns-with a coffee pot, milk, sugar and cups on a tray-Sam and Dean are sitting side-by-side, their thighs pressed together hip to knee. They don’t even seem aware how close they’re sitting.
Jess watches the way each orients himself around the other. She listens to the way they finish each other’s sentences, and she gradually realizes that she’s never seen her boyfriend whole until this moment.
Jess doesn’t complete Sam the way his brother does and the insight is like a knife to her heart.
It also makes her wonder what she’s missing, because Dean seems to be every inch the arrogant, swaggering, blue-collar bad boy that Sam had painted him, and she doesn’t understand how her super-smart, kind, progressive boyfriend can connect so well with a guy like that.
“So Dad was checking out this two-lane blacktop just outside of Jericho,” Dean is saying when Jess refocuses on the conversation. “About a month ago, a guy called Mathew Carey just disappeared. They found his car, but no sign of him. He’s the tenth guy in twenty years to vanish into thin air on the same five mile stretch of road.”
“Doesn’t mean it’s our kind of thing,” Sam says. “It could just be a serial killer.”
“Wait here,” Dean jumps up. “I’ve got a recording in the car that I want to play to you.”
Dean bounds out of the room and Jess watches Sam watch him leave.
“You guys are close, huh?” she murmurs.
Sam blinks. “Yeah. I mean. We were. And then I got into Stanford and Dad said that if I went, I should stay gone and, well, as you know, I haven’t spoken to my family in two years.”
It has never made sense to Jess that Sam’s family aren’t insanely proud of him. Maybe Dean being here will give her some insight into that.
When Dean comes back he has a handheld tape recorder. He plays them a recording of a voicemail from his Dad. It’s marred by static and the signal is clearly breaking up.
“Dean...something big is starting to happen...I need to try and figure out what's going on. It may... Be very careful, Dean. We're all in danger.”
“You know there’s EVP on that?” Sam says.
“Very good, Sammy. Just like riding a bike, ain’t it?”
And Jess is just done with Dean’s smug superiority.
“He has been hunting, you know. We both have. After the werewolves, there were Vetala feeding at the interstate bus stop, and a cursed object at the Cantor Arts Center. And while he was taking care of those threats, Sam also managed to get an undergraduate degree and score 174 on the LSAT! What have you done lately, Dean? Apart from lose your dad?”
Sam winces, but Dean deflates like a punctured tire, his face turning ashen. It’s a direct hit and Jess instantly regrets losing her temper.
“I’m sorry,” Dean says, no trace of the swaggering bad boy in his tone. “I didn’t realize…” he turns to Sam. “I thought you said you were done hunting? That you wanted normal.”
“Not normal, safe.” Sam corrects. “And that includes from supernatural threats. I don’t go looking for them, but I take care of anything I see.”
Dean smiles.
He glances at Jess, but won’t meet her eyes. “So, uh, I cleaned up the recording, slowed it down. You guys wanna hear it?”
They do, so Dean plays it, a female voice saying I can never go home.
“Ghost?” Sam suggests.
Dean nods. “Not sure what type, but yeah.”
“Do you think it took your dad?” Jess asks.
Dean shrugs.
“Dean?”
He still won’t look at her.
“I’m sorry,” Jess says. “What I said before, that was uncalled for.”
Dean finally meets her eyes. “I had it coming. I’ve been a dick since I got here.”
And just like that he goes up a hundred points in Jess’s estimation.
Dean smiles; charming and just a little bit flirtatious. “You really are way out of my brother’s league, though.”
Dean agrees to sleep on their sofa and they make plans to get up early and drive to Jericho. There’s an awkward moment when Dean realizes that Jess is coming too. He’s obviously not happy about it, but he keeps quiet.
“You defended me,” Sam explains when they’re snuggled back in bed together. “That bought you a lot of respect from Dean. Loyalty’s important to him.”
Jess frowns. “Is that why he was so pissed when you went to college? Did he think you were being disloyal to your family?”
“It’s complicated,” Sam sighs. “Remember me telling you how we grew up? Never in the same place for more than six months? Only ever really having each other?”
Jess nods.
Sam bites at his lip. “When I left, Dean…” Sam pauses. “I wanted him to come with me. Begged him to, actually, but he got it into his head that I was leaving him.”
Sam sighs again. “I know Dean seems tough. And he is. I’ve seen him run into danger more times than I care to admit. I’ve seen him get hurt badly and keep smiling, because we saved someone. But at the same time, Dean’s got a lot of raw feelings that he doesn’t know how to deal with. So he keeps them locked inside, hidden away behind that hard outer shell.”
Sam shakes his head. “I’m not explaining this very well. Dean is what you see, but he’s also not. He’s a good person. That bad boy persona? It’s like a suit of armor he puts on in the morning.”
Sam never tries to hide his vulnerability; it’s one of the things Jess loves about him. And she gets what he’s trying to say; that Dean has all the same vulnerabilities Sam does; Dean just tries to hide them. Jess’s heart goes out to him.
She kisses Sam softly, deepening the kiss when he responds, her hands in his hair, tugging, and he slips a hand to her ass and pulls her to him. He’s a hot, hard length pressing into her thigh and she rubs against him, causing him to gasp and pull back.
“Not with Dean here,” he says, his eyes darting guiltily to the closed bedroom door.
Later, when Sam’s asleep, Jess slips a hand inside her panties. She imagines the hot, wet muscle of Sam’s tongue working her to a desperate peak, before he pushes into her, his big cock filling her up, rocking into her, hard and frantic, stimulating her clit. Jess bites off a moan and turns onto her stomach. She’s riding Sam now, rolling her hips and taking him in deep. Suddenly, Dean’s there, running a hand over her ass and whispering filthy smut in her ear about all the ways he’d like to take her. In Jess’s imagination Dean brings lube with him and she gasps as he thrusts a slick finger into her ass. Dean pushes in as Sam pulls out and the pleasure of the dual assault sends her wild with pleasure. Dean adds a second finger and then, finally, when she’s stretched enough that it won’t feel anything but good, he drives his cock into her. Jess squirms between her boyfriend and his brother, nuzzling against Sam’s neck as both Sam and Dean’s hands roam over her hips and ass. And then Dean leans forward and kisses Sam and Jess comes with a moan.
She rolls over, breathing hard.
Wow. What an orgasm. A truly fitting good-bye to her hopes of a threesome with Sam and Dean. Jess closes her eyes and drifts off to a contented sleep.
She wakes suddenly, her eyes immediately seeking out the soft green numbers of the clock on the nightstand. It’s just past five; an hour until they were planning to get up to drive to Jericho. Jess squeezes her eyes shut and huffs in irritation. She’ll never get back to sleep now.
The soft murmur of voices snags her attention and she realizes that Sam isn’t beside her.
Her blood floods with adrenaline. What if they’re planning to sneak off without her? She knows Dean isn’t happy she’s coming. Scowling, she flings herself from the bed and tiptoes to the living room.
Sam and Dean are toe-to-toe beside the sofa. Dean’s wearing light grey sweatpants and a dark grey tee-shirt. It doesn’t make him look any less sexy.
“You know why,” Dean says, his voice laced with pain. “You wanted normal. And you and me? Where that was headed? That wasn’t normal.”
Sam steps right into his brother’s space. Jess can’t see his face, but she recognizes the intensity of his stance.
“What I wanted was for you to come with me.”
“Sammy,” Dean sounds wretched. Conflicted.
And then his eyes widen as he sees her in the shadows.
“Sam,” he says, urgently.
Sam turns and the depth of emotion in his eyes takes her breath away.
Jess has never been stupid, and she certainly isn’t blind.
You could cut the sexual tension between the brothers with a knife.
Jess’s hopes for a threesome reignite.
“I should go,” Dean says.
“Or,” Jess stalks him with intent, pushing him onto the sofa and straddling his lap. “You could stay?”
He stares wide-eyed, like a deer in the headlights.
“Uh, Jess?” Sam says.
Jess reaches for him. “Remember what we talked about with Brady?”
Sam’s pupils dilate. He swallows. “Dean’s my brother.”
Beneath her dampening folds, Jess feels Dean’s cock swell.
She grins. “I know.”
Sam moves like a whirling dervish, pulling her off Dean’s lap and hauling Dean up too.
“Bedroom,” he says. “Now.”
Dean looks like he might try to argue, so Jess grabs his other hand and tells him how much she wants to feel his cock buried deep inside her cunt.
“And Sam wants that too,” she says, pushing their joined hands against the impressive bulge in Sam’s sweatpants.
Dean’s intake of breath is ragged and his eyes dart from hers to Sam’s; uncertain, but aroused.
“Maybe he’ll fuck me from behind while I’m riding you,” Jess murmurs. “You’ll be able to feel each other inside me.”
Twin groans escape from the brothers and then they’re stumbling to the bedroom, a mess of hands and lips, teeth and tongues, groping, sucking, kissing.
They fall onto the bed and Sam kisses her deeply, his lips soft, even as his tongue thrusts hard. He pulls back and turns her head toward Dean. Dean kisses her then, gently, allowing her to take charge, to control the pace. He’s unexpectedly tender and Jess’s heart swells.
Sam eases her shorts and panties down and begins to play with her. Dean stops kissing her to watch. He looks at Sam, at his fingers, at his mouth, and then swallows and licks nervously at his lips.
Jess pulls him back down before he can panic and he goes readily, slipping a hand inside her top and caressing her breast. Sam goes down on her then, his tongue hot and strong against her swollen clit and she arches her back and moans.
Dean’s got one hand in her hair and one in Sam’s and his tongue in her mouth moves in counterpoint to Sam’s tongue on her clit. Jess comes hard, bucking against Sam’s face.
Dean pulls back.
“Taste me, Dean,” Jess whispers. “Taste me on his tongue.”
Jess beams as she watches the desperate, uncertain clash of lips and tongues. For now, she’s fine being the rose between two thorns, but eventually she’s hoping for a true triad. She can’t wait for the day that Sam bends Dean over and fucks him slow and deep, one big hand stroking his brother’s cock, while she watches. Or maybe directs.
The brothers draw Jess in and lay her down between them.
They’re not even on the road to Jericho yet and already the walls are tumbling down.
The End
Title: The walls came tumbling down
Author: zara_zee
Pairing: Sam/Jess/Dean
Rating: R
Wordcount: 2,500
Warnings: Incest, threesome, canon-divergence, masturbation, het and slash, episode dialogue, Jess POV
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Jess awakes to the sound of a scuffle. She sits up, heart pounding in her chest. There’s a knife under her pillow and a gun in the nightstand, but she doesn’t want to overreact.
It’s probably just a drunk friend, looking to crash, climbing in the window and being confronted by Sam.
“Dean?” she hears Sam say.
He sounds incredulous.
The low murmur of voices follows so Jess gets up and edges out of the bedroom.
“Uh, the phone?” Sam says.
“If I'd'a called, would you’ve picked up?” says a deep, masculine voice.
The voice does interesting things to Jess’s libido and she bites at her lip, before turning the light on.
“Sam?” she says.
Sam and a drop-dead gorgeous guy in a leather jacket turn their heads in unison.
“Jess. Hey. Dean, this is my girlfriend, Jessica.”
Dean leers and Jess would be self-conscious of her very short shorts and cropped Smurfs tee-shirt if she weren’t so busy wondering if this guy would be up for a threesome, because hello hotness.
She and Sam have discussed threesomes before. They were planning to hook up with Brady before he turned into a douchebag. Jess looks at Sam, thinks he’d be into it. There’s certainly a connection between him and Dean, given how close they’re standing, the way they subconsciously mirror each other, like they’ve known each other forever.
Oh.
“Wait,” she says, “your brother Dean?”
Sam nods.
Dean grins at her and saunters closer.
“Oh, I love the Smurfs,” he says, all swagger and bravado. “You know, I gotta tell you. You are completely out of my brother's league.”
Jess raises an eyebrow. “Just let me put something on.”
She turns to go, but Dean's voice stops her. “No, no, no, I wouldn't dream of it. Seriously.”
Sam is watching Dean with a stony expression and Jess isn’t sure whether to be pissed at Dean or flattered by him. She’s leaning toward pissed.
“Anyway,” Dean says, “I gotta borrow your boyfriend here, talk about some private family business. But, uh, nice meeting you.”
It’s a patronizing dismissal and it tips the balance, but before she can open her mouth to tell Dean off, Sam crosses to her side and puts an arm around her.
“No. Whatever you want to say, you can say it in front of her.”
“Okay,” Dean becomes abruptly serious. “Dad hasn't been home in a few days.”
Sam relaxes against her.
“So he's working overtime on a Miller Time shift. He'll stumble back in sooner or later.”
Dean ducks his head and then looks back up, determined.
“Dad's on a hunting trip. And he hasn't been home in a few days.”
Sam's expression hardens. “What was he hunting?”
Dean gapes. He looks from Sam to Jess and back again; rubs at the back of his neck. “Maybe this should be a private conversation?”
Sam just stares at his brother and Dean looks so uncomfortable that Jess decides to explain.
“There were werewolves on campus. Sam and I already had the talk.”
“Oh,” says Dean. “So you know about…?”
“Everything,” Jess says. “Saving people, hunting things. The family business.”
“Everything?” Dean glances at Sam who gives an almost imperceptible headshake.
“I’m going to put some coffee on,” Jess says when the silence stretches. “Why don’t you boys take a seat on the sofa?”
When Jess returns-with a coffee pot, milk, sugar and cups on a tray-Sam and Dean are sitting side-by-side, their thighs pressed together hip to knee. They don’t even seem aware how close they’re sitting.
Jess watches the way each orients himself around the other. She listens to the way they finish each other’s sentences, and she gradually realizes that she’s never seen her boyfriend whole until this moment.
Jess doesn’t complete Sam the way his brother does and the insight is like a knife to her heart.
It also makes her wonder what she’s missing, because Dean seems to be every inch the arrogant, swaggering, blue-collar bad boy that Sam had painted him, and she doesn’t understand how her super-smart, kind, progressive boyfriend can connect so well with a guy like that.
“So Dad was checking out this two-lane blacktop just outside of Jericho,” Dean is saying when Jess refocuses on the conversation. “About a month ago, a guy called Mathew Carey just disappeared. They found his car, but no sign of him. He’s the tenth guy in twenty years to vanish into thin air on the same five mile stretch of road.”
“Doesn’t mean it’s our kind of thing,” Sam says. “It could just be a serial killer.”
“Wait here,” Dean jumps up. “I’ve got a recording in the car that I want to play to you.”
Dean bounds out of the room and Jess watches Sam watch him leave.
“You guys are close, huh?” she murmurs.
Sam blinks. “Yeah. I mean. We were. And then I got into Stanford and Dad said that if I went, I should stay gone and, well, as you know, I haven’t spoken to my family in two years.”
It has never made sense to Jess that Sam’s family aren’t insanely proud of him. Maybe Dean being here will give her some insight into that.
When Dean comes back he has a handheld tape recorder. He plays them a recording of a voicemail from his Dad. It’s marred by static and the signal is clearly breaking up.
“Dean...something big is starting to happen...I need to try and figure out what's going on. It may... Be very careful, Dean. We're all in danger.”
“You know there’s EVP on that?” Sam says.
“Very good, Sammy. Just like riding a bike, ain’t it?”
And Jess is just done with Dean’s smug superiority.
“He has been hunting, you know. We both have. After the werewolves, there were Vetala feeding at the interstate bus stop, and a cursed object at the Cantor Arts Center. And while he was taking care of those threats, Sam also managed to get an undergraduate degree and score 174 on the LSAT! What have you done lately, Dean? Apart from lose your dad?”
Sam winces, but Dean deflates like a punctured tire, his face turning ashen. It’s a direct hit and Jess instantly regrets losing her temper.
“I’m sorry,” Dean says, no trace of the swaggering bad boy in his tone. “I didn’t realize…” he turns to Sam. “I thought you said you were done hunting? That you wanted normal.”
“Not normal, safe.” Sam corrects. “And that includes from supernatural threats. I don’t go looking for them, but I take care of anything I see.”
Dean smiles.
He glances at Jess, but won’t meet her eyes. “So, uh, I cleaned up the recording, slowed it down. You guys wanna hear it?”
They do, so Dean plays it, a female voice saying I can never go home.
“Ghost?” Sam suggests.
Dean nods. “Not sure what type, but yeah.”
“Do you think it took your dad?” Jess asks.
Dean shrugs.
“Dean?”
He still won’t look at her.
“I’m sorry,” Jess says. “What I said before, that was uncalled for.”
Dean finally meets her eyes. “I had it coming. I’ve been a dick since I got here.”
And just like that he goes up a hundred points in Jess’s estimation.
Dean smiles; charming and just a little bit flirtatious. “You really are way out of my brother’s league, though.”
Dean agrees to sleep on their sofa and they make plans to get up early and drive to Jericho. There’s an awkward moment when Dean realizes that Jess is coming too. He’s obviously not happy about it, but he keeps quiet.
“You defended me,” Sam explains when they’re snuggled back in bed together. “That bought you a lot of respect from Dean. Loyalty’s important to him.”
Jess frowns. “Is that why he was so pissed when you went to college? Did he think you were being disloyal to your family?”
“It’s complicated,” Sam sighs. “Remember me telling you how we grew up? Never in the same place for more than six months? Only ever really having each other?”
Jess nods.
Sam bites at his lip. “When I left, Dean…” Sam pauses. “I wanted him to come with me. Begged him to, actually, but he got it into his head that I was leaving him.”
Sam sighs again. “I know Dean seems tough. And he is. I’ve seen him run into danger more times than I care to admit. I’ve seen him get hurt badly and keep smiling, because we saved someone. But at the same time, Dean’s got a lot of raw feelings that he doesn’t know how to deal with. So he keeps them locked inside, hidden away behind that hard outer shell.”
Sam shakes his head. “I’m not explaining this very well. Dean is what you see, but he’s also not. He’s a good person. That bad boy persona? It’s like a suit of armor he puts on in the morning.”
Sam never tries to hide his vulnerability; it’s one of the things Jess loves about him. And she gets what he’s trying to say; that Dean has all the same vulnerabilities Sam does; Dean just tries to hide them. Jess’s heart goes out to him.
She kisses Sam softly, deepening the kiss when he responds, her hands in his hair, tugging, and he slips a hand to her ass and pulls her to him. He’s a hot, hard length pressing into her thigh and she rubs against him, causing him to gasp and pull back.
“Not with Dean here,” he says, his eyes darting guiltily to the closed bedroom door.
Later, when Sam’s asleep, Jess slips a hand inside her panties. She imagines the hot, wet muscle of Sam’s tongue working her to a desperate peak, before he pushes into her, his big cock filling her up, rocking into her, hard and frantic, stimulating her clit. Jess bites off a moan and turns onto her stomach. She’s riding Sam now, rolling her hips and taking him in deep. Suddenly, Dean’s there, running a hand over her ass and whispering filthy smut in her ear about all the ways he’d like to take her. In Jess’s imagination Dean brings lube with him and she gasps as he thrusts a slick finger into her ass. Dean pushes in as Sam pulls out and the pleasure of the dual assault sends her wild with pleasure. Dean adds a second finger and then, finally, when she’s stretched enough that it won’t feel anything but good, he drives his cock into her. Jess squirms between her boyfriend and his brother, nuzzling against Sam’s neck as both Sam and Dean’s hands roam over her hips and ass. And then Dean leans forward and kisses Sam and Jess comes with a moan.
She rolls over, breathing hard.
Wow. What an orgasm. A truly fitting good-bye to her hopes of a threesome with Sam and Dean. Jess closes her eyes and drifts off to a contented sleep.
She wakes suddenly, her eyes immediately seeking out the soft green numbers of the clock on the nightstand. It’s just past five; an hour until they were planning to get up to drive to Jericho. Jess squeezes her eyes shut and huffs in irritation. She’ll never get back to sleep now.
The soft murmur of voices snags her attention and she realizes that Sam isn’t beside her.
Her blood floods with adrenaline. What if they’re planning to sneak off without her? She knows Dean isn’t happy she’s coming. Scowling, she flings herself from the bed and tiptoes to the living room.
Sam and Dean are toe-to-toe beside the sofa. Dean’s wearing light grey sweatpants and a dark grey tee-shirt. It doesn’t make him look any less sexy.
“You know why,” Dean says, his voice laced with pain. “You wanted normal. And you and me? Where that was headed? That wasn’t normal.”
Sam steps right into his brother’s space. Jess can’t see his face, but she recognizes the intensity of his stance.
“What I wanted was for you to come with me.”
“Sammy,” Dean sounds wretched. Conflicted.
And then his eyes widen as he sees her in the shadows.
“Sam,” he says, urgently.
Sam turns and the depth of emotion in his eyes takes her breath away.
Jess has never been stupid, and she certainly isn’t blind.
You could cut the sexual tension between the brothers with a knife.
Jess’s hopes for a threesome reignite.
“I should go,” Dean says.
“Or,” Jess stalks him with intent, pushing him onto the sofa and straddling his lap. “You could stay?”
He stares wide-eyed, like a deer in the headlights.
“Uh, Jess?” Sam says.
Jess reaches for him. “Remember what we talked about with Brady?”
Sam’s pupils dilate. He swallows. “Dean’s my brother.”
Beneath her dampening folds, Jess feels Dean’s cock swell.
She grins. “I know.”
Sam moves like a whirling dervish, pulling her off Dean’s lap and hauling Dean up too.
“Bedroom,” he says. “Now.”
Dean looks like he might try to argue, so Jess grabs his other hand and tells him how much she wants to feel his cock buried deep inside her cunt.
“And Sam wants that too,” she says, pushing their joined hands against the impressive bulge in Sam’s sweatpants.
Dean’s intake of breath is ragged and his eyes dart from hers to Sam’s; uncertain, but aroused.
“Maybe he’ll fuck me from behind while I’m riding you,” Jess murmurs. “You’ll be able to feel each other inside me.”
Twin groans escape from the brothers and then they’re stumbling to the bedroom, a mess of hands and lips, teeth and tongues, groping, sucking, kissing.
They fall onto the bed and Sam kisses her deeply, his lips soft, even as his tongue thrusts hard. He pulls back and turns her head toward Dean. Dean kisses her then, gently, allowing her to take charge, to control the pace. He’s unexpectedly tender and Jess’s heart swells.
Sam eases her shorts and panties down and begins to play with her. Dean stops kissing her to watch. He looks at Sam, at his fingers, at his mouth, and then swallows and licks nervously at his lips.
Jess pulls him back down before he can panic and he goes readily, slipping a hand inside her top and caressing her breast. Sam goes down on her then, his tongue hot and strong against her swollen clit and she arches her back and moans.
Dean’s got one hand in her hair and one in Sam’s and his tongue in her mouth moves in counterpoint to Sam’s tongue on her clit. Jess comes hard, bucking against Sam’s face.
Dean pulls back.
“Taste me, Dean,” Jess whispers. “Taste me on his tongue.”
Jess beams as she watches the desperate, uncertain clash of lips and tongues. For now, she’s fine being the rose between two thorns, but eventually she’s hoping for a true triad. She can’t wait for the day that Sam bends Dean over and fucks him slow and deep, one big hand stroking his brother’s cock, while she watches. Or maybe directs.
The brothers draw Jess in and lay her down between them.
They’re not even on the road to Jericho yet and already the walls are tumbling down.
The End