Once upon a time, far, far away in Farmington Hills Michigan -Day 2
Day 1
Sam stared at the huge building. He had followed the yellow brick road (literally) and now that he was close to it he could tell that it was real and not some prop Charlie and her geeks had fabricated from wood and paint. It was an honest to god (brick road?/castle?) with an honest to god moat and armed guards all wearing the same crest as the ones who had fetched Dean the night before.
There was ivy growing on both the towers and it looked as though it had been there for centuries. The moat had fish and algae that seemed to have been there just as long. A motion in one of the towers made him look up and when he did, he saw… Dean?
“Are you sure we should be here?” Maria asked as she trailed behind Sam who was now cautiously approaching the guards.
As he was trying to figure out what he was going to say, the huge oak doors opened and Dean was grinning at him.
“Good, you’re here. I’m glad that Charlie didn’t have to send a battalion or something to get you. I think we have a lead on the case.”
Sam stared at Dean. They were standing in a castle that had sprung up overnight and Deans first words to him were about the case. Not wanting to rush to judgment, Sam bit back his response, because Dean’s findings may have something to do with the mysterious castle.
“Charlie is going with us to visit the Shadow Orcs and the dragons to get more information for our case.”
“Okay, that’s good Dean, I’m all for closing this case, but are we really going to pretend that were not standing in a fucking castle that sprung up over night?” Sam roared.
“Of course were standing in a castle, Sam,” Dean said slowly as though he might spook the younger man. “Don’t you remember that this is where Charlie’s guards escorted me to last night?”
“I-last night Charlie was in a TENT, not a castle with turrets and moats and armed guards.”
Dean looked at his brother as though he was the crazy one. Instead of saying anything he moved forwards and pushed up the sleeve of the shirt Sam was wearing and frowned at the bare skin he revealed.
“For a moment I thought that your may have had one of those tree tattoos Sam, because that could be the only explanation for the off the wall things that you’re saying.”
“Dean…” Sam began but was interrupted by Charlie.
“Sam, good you’re here, “She greeted. “Boltar and his slave, Dragutin have agreed to escort us to the Shadow Orcs' stronghold to gather more information. I’m all for getting rid of the competition, but only in battle.”
At the mention of his name Sam looked up to see Charlie followed by Boltar and a smaller dark haired man trailing behind the mage with his head bowed.
Sam just stared at her. Since the appearance of the castle, he’d half expected her to come down looking like a Disney princess, but dressed in a green collared and belted leather vest, black tights and knee high suede knee length leather boots, she looked more like Robin Hood.
“What no long flowing gowns and singing birds?” he snarked.
“There is nothing about me that says gown, flowy or otherwise,” Charlie replied with a snark of her own. “Okay bitches let’s get this show on the road. I have to be back and get rest because, you know major battle tomorrow.”
With a puzzled look at Dean, Sam followed the strange entourage outside. He thought that they were going to hike across the park, but instead, just outside the door stood five beautiful horses, and he stopped in his tracks.
As he stood with his mouth agape, Dean, Charlie and the others walked to and mounted specific steeds with an ease that should have come from years of practice. After witnessing them mount the horses Sam would have believed that was the case except that as far as he knew Dean had never ridden a horse. Even when they traveled back in time to Wild West, it was Sam who’d ended up saddle sore.
Sam walked towards the only horse left, a huge stallion that had to be at least 19 hands high. Before he attempted mounting the beautiful animal, he turned to Dean and asked, “Dean why am I riding this horse?”
“Because it’s the only one in my stable that can handle your gigantor ass,” Charlie answered for him. “Now come on, you’re holding us up. I need to get back here as soon as possible and talk strategy with my troops.”
As his cheeks heated up from the stares of the four already on horseback, Sam mounted the horse making every effort not to embarrass himself, and to his surprise he didn’t. He was on the back of the horse with an ease that surprised him.
“Don’t you think that you should have some of your guards mount up and ride with you my queen?” Boltar asked. “We will be entering enemy territory and will be outnumbered.”
“I didn’t get to be queen by sitting on my ass and letting someone else do all of the work and this will show them that we mean no harm. Besides, I have Sam and Dean and they’ve gotten me through worse.”
She thought about what she said, pointed her finger at them and added, “No broken bones this time!”
“What about me?” Maria asked as she looked around for another horse.
“Sorry, sweetheart,” Dean answered drily, “but I need Sammy’s full attention and you’d just be in the way. This is not a pleasure ride we have important business to take care of.”
“Dean!” Sam bit out at his brother’s callous dismissal of his friend. “I’ll see you when I return.” He promised her.
Sam could tell that she wanted to protest, but she just nodded her head and stepped away from the huge black horse and watched as they rode away.
Sam didn’t turn to look back at Maria even though he could feel her beseeching him to. He was too busy reveling in the feeling of Dean being jealous of the girl.
Because he seemed to be the only one not knowing where they were going, Sam and his horse fell behind the group, but as though picking up on his brother’s confusion, Dean fell behind the others and let his horse fall in step with Sam.
They rode in a comfortable silence until Sam saw the huge fucking mountains they were about to climb.
“What’s going on Dean?” Sam asked his brother, “I mean yesterday we were investigating supernatural deaths and today were in the middle of Bizzaro world.”
“See Sam, I was going to ask you the same thing, except I wanna know what’s going on with you. We are still investigating supernatural deaths, but you have me worried Sam. You’re seeing things that aren’t there.”
Pulling on the reigns of his horse, Sam came to a stop and stared at his brother.
“Look around us Dean, everything has changed,” Sam growled in frustration, “and you don’t seem to realize it and that scares me more than anything supernatural. Yesterday we were in a small metropolitan town in the middle of a park playing make-believe, but today in the middle of that town a castle has sprung up overnight along with mountains that look as though they are a part of the Swiss Alps.”
I’m not sure what you’re talking about Sam, this place is the same as when we arrived,” Dean told him and Sam became pissed because he could see his brother choosing his words carefully as though not to upset Sam. “Is it Bobby, Sam? Should we have taken some more time before we jumped into another case?”
“Don’t you dare make this about Bobby, Sam snapped at Dean. “You’re accepting this change as real and I don’t know how to fight that, Dean.”
Dean shook his head sadly and said, “There’s nothing to fight Sammy, but I’ll let you figure that out on your own.”
With those words he rode ahead until he was riding next to Charlie. The short ride took two hours and Sam spent most of it at the back of the group swatting mosquitoes and watching as Dean and Charlie laughed and talked the entire time making him feel like the third wheel.
Sam was so caught up in his own misery that it threw him off his game that he didn’t notice the ominous glances Boltar was giving Charlie and Dean as well.
The after a long ride up the mountains, Sam noticed the drastic change in the landscape. The land began to level and they were entering a very dense and dark forest with well-worn paths. He knew that Boltar was supposed to be a mage, but that little twit couldn’t manage something like this could he? This would take serious magic and he didn’t think the man had it in him But Stranger things have happened.
When the small group entered the clearing Sam noticed tents situated together as though to form small village, but the closer thy got to the center of the village, the tents became… huts. How was that possible? Sam turned to watch Boltar to see if he had anything to do with the change, but the stupid little man was too buy swatting away mosquitoes.
There were several huts varying in sizes made from mud with thatched roofs. How did they manage this? Dean had to know that this was not here yesterday that this was wrong and out of place and out of time.
Like the castle from this morning this had the appearance of having been there for a long time. As he looked around, Sam took in not only the huts, but there were stocks here as well, a blacksmith shop. There were troughs for horses and pens filled with pigs.
Pigs. That explained the large piles of shit he’d dodged earlier.
Dismounting from his horse, Sam walked over to where Dean now stood with Charlie and wanted the older man to deny that his wasn’t different when he noticed the biggest difference of all, Dean. As he gaped at Dean he vaguely noticed Charlie moving away, greeting someone.
His older brother had always been beautiful, he had a long string of ex-lovers as proof, but since they last talked he’d grown even more so.
His short spiky hair was now lighter and slightly longer. It was now shoulder length and softly curled at his neck. The long lashes even now more so, they were so long and thick they looked to be fake, but Sam knew that this wasn’t the case.
The change was very noticeable; before he was tall and muscular, now he was Charlie’s height and still muscular but looking all of the hand maiden Charlie declared him.
As beautiful as he was, Sam couldn’t keep his focus off of Dean’s lips. Lush, plump and soft, all he wanted to do was kiss them and the way Dean was nervously biting his bottom lip, he seemed to want the same. Testing his theory, Sam leaned forward and was pleased to see Dean meeting him halfway.
“Sam, Dean!” Charlie called from where she had moved in front of one of the huts, breaking the spell between them.
Cursing under his breath, Sam felt Dean move and knew that he’d lost his moment, but he promised himself that he would get another chance.
“Guys, this is Max Hilby, king of the Shadow Orcs.”
“Why aren’t you dead?” Dean asked as he stepped forward and pushed up the sleeve of his right arm revealing a tattoo of a tree.
“How dare a lowly handmaiden threaten me,” Hilby bellowed. “You gave your word that this meeting was called to talk and now you come alone and threaten me in front of my people?”
“I’m not threatening you,” Dean told the man, “it’s just that everyone known to have that mark is dead.”
“He explained himself, Orc,” Charlie came to Dean’s aide. “Things have been happening to our people and they are marked before they die. My maiden is helping us find out why.”
Sam thought that it was best that he not say anything because if he did he would have a fight on his hands. After Dean kicked his ass for thinking him weak and needing defending, he would then have to take on the Orc and he’d put that off if he could.
“I was sick, very sick,” Hilby told them. “There are several others who bear this mark that have come down with weird afflictions.”
The group looked around for an hour or so, with Boltar expressing his distaste at Sam and Dean (especially Dean) being there, but he was wise enough not to protest in Charlie’s vicinity.
After an hour, Charlie had to leave, with the big battle coming up, she needed to get with her troops and plan strategy. With a threat to the Orc’s if anything happened to her entourage, there would be a war.
An hour later Sam and Dean left as well, finding nothing that would help their investigation. They searched for Boltar and his slave, but they had left without informing the brothers Winchester.
The ride back was quiet, there was no mention of the almost kiss, but they were as close as the horses would allow but Sam wanted closer. He wanted what had been to him earlier, and he was sure Dean felt the same.
It seemed that in the harsh light of the day, both were wary about broaching the subject, but it was also clear that they were both thinking about it unless the horses were suddenly drawn to one another and had to walk close.
Why couldn’t this really be like never-never land as suddenly a meadow or even better a waterfall with a deep blue pool appeared out of nowhere?
He has charged in front of vampires, demons and other things that go bump in the night, but nothing terrified him as much as the subject of that almost kiss.
Gathering his courage, Sam said, “Dean…”
“Yeah, Sam,” Dean answered and on that beautiful face he saw want and it gave him the courage to go on, but a sound captured his attention.
“Is that-a waterfall?”
Not waiting for Deans answer, Sam galloped forward and around and exited the dark woods into one of the most beautiful places he’d ever seen. It was a small waterfall with an equally small pool of water that looked so cool and inviting.
Both horses were set to gallop and they dismounted at the bank of the pool. Sam wanted to test the waters, but Dean being Dean took off his shoes and jumped in fully clothed. Sam was a little more cautious and removed his leather bag as well as his shoes before joining his brother.
Sam wondered if this was an illusion because the banks of the pool consisted of fine white sand and it led into beautiful blue water that Sam was sure that he’d never seen outside tropical oceans. He knew that he should be wary of this waterfall and pool of water showing up out of nowhere and he was going to call Dean back, but then the idiot took off his shirt and tunic and threw it to the bank before swimming away from Sam. Once Dean exposed skin, the sight made Sam’s upstairs brains stop working and kicked the downstairs one into overdrive making it to remember why getting in the water mattered.
The water felt cool and delicious and eased away the aches from riding a horse for almost four hours, and it made Dean even more beautiful. His hair was a little (okay by a little he meant a lot) lighter and his pale skin now had a beautiful bronze hue to it that brought out more of those goddamned freckles.
Mimicking Dean’s earlier movements, Sam stripped down to his pants before he waded in the water until he was in to his knees before he swam to where Dean was fucking frolicking in the water.
Just as he caught up to his brother, Dean swam away from him making Sam chase him. For a few stolen moments they played like children until Dean in an attempt to evade Sam’s questing hands made one of those perfect maneuvers that are only seen in the movies.
Dean dove down, in a perfect arch with only his perfect, tights clad ass out of the water before his legs came up and disappeared under water as well. The underwater dive had been so perfect he had half expected to see a mermaid’s tail instead of feet. He thinks that it was more of a surprise that he didn’t see one, but that’s okay because he reall, really wanted to feel Dean’s legs wrapped around his waist when he fucked him. With that thought he took off after Dean because another thought came to him.
The son of a bitch was teasing him. Frolicking be damned, Sam was going to take what was on offer.
As he made his way towards Dean, Sam took in the flowers by the pool and the birds that were suddenly singing he thought how different this scene was from the one he’d just left. It was as though he was in a Bizzaro world that was part Disney and part Game of Thrones.
It didn’t really matter though because in this world, Dean wanted him and he was more than okay with that. Sam shrugged his shoulders and glanced to the spot where Dean had disappeared underwater and pulled him up from his watery hiding place.
“Gotcha!” Sam teased a smiling Dean and damn if that wasn’t the most breathtaking thing ever. Seeing Dean smile after the hellish year they’d had, made Sam’s chest tight with unspoken emotions.
“Yes you do,” Dean teased with a sultriness that had been reserved for waitresses and girls in tight dresses, and went right to Sam’s cock. “”Whatcha gonna do with me, Sammy?”
Growling at the challenge, Sam hauled Dean to him and covered his plush lips with his own.
There were no reservations from Sam as he kissed his brother and more importantly, he knew that Dean wanted it as much because if the sweet kiss didn’t give him away, the hard line of his trapped cock did.
He was kissing Dean!
After years spent dreaming and fantasizing about it, he was kissing the older man and more importantly, Dean was kissing him back.
The first touch of their lips were gentle and exploratory, but soon Sam wanted more so he let his tongue probe the seam of Deans mouth silently asking for entrance and Dean parted his lips and Sam slipped his tongue inside.
They weren’t battling for control of the kiss, they were slow and exploring, learning one another and as Sam’s tongue mapped out Deans mouth, his hands did the same with Dean’s body.
Just like the kiss, it was tentative. At first. Soon lips and hands were getting bolder until Sam broke the kiss, removed his tongue from Dean’s mouth to give a gentle nip at that lush bottom lip while letting his hands explore.
He wanted to go slow, he really did; Sam wanted to take his time with Dean, but right now all of his dreams were coming true and he wanted to get his fill before he woke up the same as he always did, hard and alone.
Large hands explored the golden freckled skin that was on display. Sam ran his hands down Deans back until he came in contact with that most perfect ass ever. He took both globes in his hands and gently squeezed as though he was an artist molding clay.
The tights, while outlined his brother’s assets perfectly, were now in the way and Sam slipped a hand through the waistband and settled it on the cleft of Dean’s ass. For a millisecond Dean went stiff under Sam’s touch making Sam think that he had overstepped his boundaries, but then he pushed his ass back telling Sam that he wanted this.
Having been given the green light, Sam slid one finger from the top f Dean’s ass until it reached the pink furled muscle tucked between the cheeks. He attempted to slide his finger in but it was so tight and Deans was clinching that he couldn’t get it past the rim.
“Relax,” he whispered in his lover’s ear.
“Trying to,” Dean whispered back.
This was not going to work if Dean didn’t relax, so Sam began to nibble at the shell of Dean’s ear and worked down to that sensitive spot as he moved his finger inside the tight hole.
He felt as the older man began to loosen up and soon he had an entire finger inside the older man. He wanted to see the faces Dean made as he did these things to his body, there would only be one first time and he wanted to witness them all.
Dean seemed to think that Sam wanted something different, because when the older mad turned around, thanks to the buoyancy of the water, he was able to wrap his legs around Sam’s waist and align their cocks together.
“God, Dean-you feel so…” Sam bit out as he tried to find the words to describe what the other man was making him feel, but it felt so good that his vision became white around the edge and the arousal hit him so fucking hard.
The slide of their cocks sent a fissure of pleasure down Sam’s spine as Dean as Dean met each of his thrusts.
“So good Sammy, so good,” Dean murmured as he buried his nose in Sam’s neck.
Sam wanted to make it better and finish what he’s started by burying his fingers in Dean’s hole. But the sweet friction that Dean was creating was just too good to stop. As matter of fact it was so good that he was going to come any second now.
He thought that Dean was coming because he heard his name being called until it penetrated through the lust fog, that it was too high pitched to be Dean’s.
“Sam!” he heard again.
“Nononofuckingno!” Dean protested as he felt Sam pull away.
Maria. Where the hell did she come from and would she please go back. She had to see that they were… busy and come back later.
“Make her go away, Sam,” Dean begged so prettily as he pressed himself back against Sam.
Jumping from her horse, Maria came to the water’s edge and called to him again, “Sam, hurry, it’s the queen.”
The mention of Charlie got both of their attention.
“What is happening with Charlie?” Dean demanded.
“I’m not sure but there is a lot of commotion at the castle and Boltar is behaving as though he is in charge.”
Sam’s pre-orgasmic state ebbed as Maria’s words sank in. He gave Dean a look of regret that was mirrored on the older man’s face before he swam towards the shore. He and Dean quickly dressed stealing glances at one another as skin was covered.
The ride back was short, but what Maria said didn’t make sense, how could someone - why would someone attack Charlie. The way things were changing by the hour, Sam was terrified at what he would find when he reached the castle.
“What exactly has happened to Charlie?” Dean asked her.
She ignored him until Sam asked the same question. “You should have more respect for our queen and address her by her title and not by her name,” she chastised, “a handmaiden should know her place. Sam you shouldn’t… encourage him to misbehave, once were together then he’ll see where he belongs.”
“He’s where he belongs, by my side,” Sam told her and completely ignored (and reveled in) Dean’s mumbled “but that’s not what you came for, we need to know what’s going on with Charlie.”
The rest of the ride was in silence with Dean and Maria jockeying for a position at Sam’s side. He was grateful that Maria had sought him out to inform him of the situation with Charlie, but he wished that she wasn’t here, Hell, he wished that he was still in the water with his cock buried in Dean.
He’d shown the young woman some interest, but she has to know from what she witnessed that that boat had sailed and he was no longer interested. With Dean around there was not contest. He tried to catch Dean’s eye to make him understand that Maria meant nothing to him but he would not look at Sam; in fact he stopped vying for the place beside Sam and rode ahead.
Sam tried to think of a way to approach Dean when the older man stopped and pointed at the castle.
“Sam? Are those… dragons?”
Looking at the spot where Dean was pointing, Sam gasped as he took in the magnificent and unexpected sight of large winged creatures.
“Of course they’re dragons,” Maria said as though that was a given. “Seeing that you’re one of the queen’s handmaidens, you should know that,” she finished impatiently.
Sam had plenty of questions to ask the LARPer, but it suddenly struck him that Dean didn’t think that this was normal. “Dean are you surprised to see the dragons?”
“Of course - I thought that they were extinct. I don’t know how were going to get rid of them,” Dean pondered aloud. “Perhaps Charlie has a sword buried in stone in her castle.”
Sam’s mind was all over the place, there were dragons flying over a castle that had sprung up overnight and Dean knew that they weren’t supposed to be here. That’s good-right?
“What is wrong with you two, of course dragons aren’t extinct,” Maria interjected as both Sam and Dean stared at the large flying lizards. “They are and have been a part of the queen’s guards for centuries. They remain in their human form until her majesty has been threatened, then and only then do they show their real selves.”
As though cued, at the same time both men galloped towards the castle to make sure their friend was alright. These idiots saw this as a game, but Charlie’s was their friend. Even though she was closer to Dean, Sam still shared a bond with the redhead.
Had they ever been blessed with a sister, Charlie was how he’d imagined her, so he had to make sure she was okay, because he wasn’t sure if Dean could withstand another hit right now.
The way things were in this park grounds and based on what he’d seen in the past two days, Sam half expected to see Charlie beheaded, in an iron maiden or some other bullshit, but that wasn’t the case, she was gone.
According to the guards she never arrived back from her visit with the Shadow Orcs, but they know that she wasn’t there because they had flown to the Orc’s stronghold in the mountains and there was no trace of her or her horse.
“We need to find her,” Boltar insisted as he and his slave brushed past the group in the large room.
“No shit Sherlock,” Dean snarked, “but Sam and I got this this.”
“I don’t think so,” Boltar said, “as her future husband the queen is my responsibility and I will find her without any help from you two.”
“Husband? Have you met Charlie?” Sam laughed. “I assure you that you are not her type, and that when she chooses a spouse, this will be the most progressive kingdom in all of fairytale land.”
“We’re wasting time with this idiot Sam; let’s backtrack to find Charlie and hope that she doesn’t have that tree tattoo,” Dean said impatiently
Sam and Dean left Boltar, his attitude and Maria at the castle and rode back towards the Shadow Orcs stronghold searching for Charlie, and made it halfway there when they came across a large tent sitting on the bank of a little creek and Sam was sure neither had been there the first time they passed this way.
He and Dean had rode hard and fast and there was no one riding with them, yet as they dismounted outside of the mysterious tent, there he was the fake mage Boltar with his slave waiting for them. Sam was tired of dancing around the little fuck as he demanded, “How’d you get here so fast?”
“I have told you I am a powerful Mage, perhaps now you will believe me. The first thing I would ask is why the queen is letting her handmaiden roam free with an unknown knight?” Boltar asked with a sneer.
“I got your fucking handmaiden, Gargamel,” Dean snarled, “you and your… your whatever he’s supposed to be, need to back the fuck off. Sam and I are here on behalf of your queen. If you have any problems, talk to her.”
“I told you I am a high powered Mage and I don’t to ask the queen anything, I keep my own counsel. What I can’t do, my dragon can take care of for me.” He informed them as he pushed Dragutin forward.
“Dragon?” Dean laughed at the nervous little man standing beside Boltar, “that scrawny little thing?” Turning towards Sam, Dean patted his brother on his back, “this is the biggest baddest dragon of them all. Let’s let them face off and see who wins.”
Boltar glared at the two men as his dragon’s face turned ghostly white before he turned to run, Sam almost laughed when the smaller man reached in to his pouch and reached for one of the pellets that used as magic, but it quickly died I his throat when instead of a pellet, the man had some kind of powder and he was throwing it towards Dean.
Not sure what it was, Sam furiously stepped in front of Dean and breathed fire, literally. Apparently since Dean labeled him, that what he was, a dragon and he was about to unleash all of his fury on this little bastard who wanted to hurt Dean.
Suddenly he felt as though he was floating and was looking down at Boltar and Dean. Something must be wrong because there was a look of terror on Dean’s face that he’s never ever seen before. When he attempted to ask Dean what was wrong, a stream of fire left his mouth and setting a small copse of trees ablaze.
“Dean?” He questioned but he knows that he didn’t vocalize his brother’s name, but Dean understood him somehow and moved closer as though t reassure him.
Sam looked at his hands as though they held the answers, but all he saw was red scales with long claws replacing his fingernails. Even when he breathed fire at first it was okay because he was still in his body, but he had red scales; of course he couldn’t be a dragon like the ones in the books, not green but red.
“You think that I’m not prepared for everything that this kingdom has to offer?” Boltar asked as he reached into his bag.
Sam laughed at the stupid little man because he had just turned into a fire breathing dragon and he was throwing pellets. The laughter stopped when he saw that Boltar’s pouch no longer held the pellets. But a puce colored power and he was throwing it at Dean.
Suddenly there was a tail (he was sure it was his, but what the hell) sweeping from behind him knocking Dean away before he began to roar and breathe fire. He wasn’t sure what the powder was but he wasn’t willing to wait until his brother was turned into some farm animal or whatever bad guys in fairytales turned their enemies into.
Apparently Sam’s roar and fiery breath was a challenge to Boltar’s dragon, because suddenly there was a small green dragon flying towards Sam in attack mode.
Okay, so bigger is not always better and being a large red dragon seem to put a target on Sam’s back as the Dragutin (of course he was the traditional green) flew circles around Sam’s large cumbersome body as Boltar laughed.
“You’ll be next my pretty,” he heckled at Dean as his well-trained dragon landed another strategically placed hit to Sam’s stomach and leaving deep scratches behind.
Boltar’s little pet might be a quarter of Sam’s side , but the fire he breathed burned and those claws sure as hell hurt. Sam was sure that his did as well, but he couldn’t seem to manage anything but either set more trees on fire or chop them down with his tail or sharp nails.
If he wasn’t more careful, he wouldn’t have to worry about anyone else hurting Dean because he was going to roast him accidentally.
Each time he thought that he had Dragutin in his sight; the little green annoyance would fly out of his reach and make these weird sounds that were suspiciously similar to laughter which made Sam even angrier.
As the little dragon continued to buzz around him, Sam had never felt so cumbersome in his life. The green mosquito (hey hornet was already taken) had had time to master this flying and fire-breathing shit while he had only had ten minutes tops.
As he hovered a few inches off the ground trying to plot his next move, Dragutin made another fly-by and caught Sam in is shoulder and the wound was deep enough to draw blood. He thought that before he got his shit together, he was going to bleed out from all of the wounds that Dragutin was inflicting on him. As he waited for the next strike a thought occurred to him; he had wings!
Real life I can fly wings.
Instead of sitting there like a gigantic bull’s eye, he could move and give chase.
He tried to force his huge body to respond, but still he didn’t move. Sam was so busy trying to make himself fly he missed Deans warning cry of “watch out Sammy,” and found himself flat on his back by that tiny fucking annoyance.
As Sam lay there on the ground slightly dazed from the last punch, a thought hit him, maybe not as hard as Dragutin had, but it was an epiphany of sorts, everything that he wanted changed, because of something he wanted or wished for. Okay a lot of them involved Dean, but he wanted Dean in tights, he wanted to ride the horse as well as Dean and most importantly, he wanted to fuck Dean and was this close until Maria interrupted.
Let’s see if this is how this shit works.
Closing his eyes, Sam wished for the ability to fly, to be stronger that the little green fucker, for a little magic and most important to put the bastard on his ass. Oh yeah, he might as well be responsible so he added a wish for the ability to put out all of the fires he started.
God he hoped that Charlie wasn’t in that tent and if she was he hoped that she was okay until either he or Dean could get to her.
Sam would love to say that his next actions were because there was a threat to Dean, but in reality they weren’t (well maybe a little because Dean was going to give him hell later) but because it was fucking humiliating to have your ass handed to you by someone who was so much smaller.
The smaller dragon zigged and zagged flying circles around Sam, like the mosquitoes that have been plaguing him since they entered the park, so Sam treated him like one. When the small dragon came to his face to breathe fire, Sam swatted him with one of his large paws and clipped the smaller dragon’s wings, but to his dismay, Dragutin did not stop, nor did it slow him down.
Sam swore the bastard smiled and that pissed the large red dragon off even more.
Sam wanted to get to the smaller dragon and suddenly he felt his wings flutter and he was moving with agility that he didn’t possess a few seconds ago. Yeah, this was more like it.
Dragutin didn’t expect Sam to follow him, so with the large red dragon on his tail, the smaller dragon’s wings stuttered for a moment. It’s one thing to attack and fly away knowing that your opponent cannot follow, but now Dragutin was a little defensive.
That didn’t last for long because the little green dragon stopped running and turned back towards Sam and was breathing fire directly at Sam, and this time Sam was able to control his own fire and aimed it back at the other dragon.
The fire met midair with what sounded and felt like a sonic boom, shaking the ground that was now miles below them. They were so busy trying to hold the other back that they didn’t see the results of the flames emanating from their snouts. The forest directly beneath them was going up in flames and the two men directly beneath were scrambling for safety.
Dean tried to hide behind a large boulder, but fire that was falling from the battling dragons was like molted lava causing the rock to heat and melt, and the once beautiful stream beside the tent was now boiling, forcing Dean to move further away with Boltar fast on his heels.
He wanted to get to the tent but he was not going to make it safely and for some reason the ground around the tent was safe from the fiery destruction now raining on the forest so whoever that was inside was safer that he was at the moment so he continued to run until he felt the ground beneath him become cooler.
Sam could sense that the smaller dragon was weakening because the force of his fire was not as strong and Sam was getting closer to him. That’s what the little fucker deserves for showing off. He was tiring and now instead of trying to overtake Sam, he was backing away, but the larger dragon was not about to let that happen, so using his tail, he whipped it around his body and using the scaled and pointed end, he stabbed the green dragon through Dragutin’s heart and watched in fascination as the fire was reduced to puffs of smoke before the smaller dragon fell to his death.
As that other dragon began to fall Sam removed his tail and took in the destruction below him; there was fire as far as he could see, the beautiful park was being destroyed because of his actions and it made him a little ill.
Remembering a reversal spell he’d come across in his research, Sam said a few words of Latin, praying that it would work. He smiled when he saw the fires going out, now he had to find Dean to make sure the older man was safe.
“Sam,” he heard as soon as his feet made contact with the solid ground. His size thirteen human feet, he doesn’t remember changing back, but he guessed that that was a part of being able to control the dragon.
“Are you okay,” Dean he asked when his brother was in view. “Damn Godzilla that was impressive.”
“Godzilla, Dean really?”
Shrugging his shoulders, Dean replied, “my only other reference is puff the magic dragon and somehow that just doesn’t fit.”
“Jerk,” he said affectionately.
“Bitch,” Dean answered and the love in his voice matched his brother’s.
“This is really touching, but Dragon you owe me a slave, but you’ll do once the queen and I are married,” Boltar said as he stood over Dragutin’s broken body. “A red dragon is worth its weight in gold.”
“Charlie!” They said in unison suddenly remembering why they were in the woods.
Leaving Boltar near his dragon, Sam and Dean ran to the tent hoping that their friend was okay. Sam was the first inside and stopped immediately upon entrance.
“Dude, really?” Deans asked as he ran into Sam’s solid body. “Why’d you stop like that… oh.”
Taking in the scene before him, Sam’s not sure if he should be turned on or pissed off because while he was risking his life by training a dragon, Charlie was inside the tent (much nor opulent than the one he and Dean shared) getting her freak on with a Fairy. A beautiful, naked Fairy.
Charlie stepped in front of her friend to block her nakedness from the eyes in the room. “Dean, Sam as you see I’m okay right now even if I can’t leave this tent.”
“Doesn’t look as though you want to,” Dean responded as he tried to get a better look at Charlie’s friend.
“It’s not what you think guys.”
“Really, Charlie?” Sam smirked.
“Okay, it didn’t start this way,” Charlie conceded, “but Gilda was telling me that she had been pulled from her realm to ours by a strong spell. The person who cast it is her master and she must do his bidding until his spell book has been destroyed.”
“Okay, so all we have to do is figure out whom your master is? What’s his name?” Sam asked.
“Master,” Gilda replied.
“We’re gonna need more than that…” Sam told her.
“No, you misunderstand, my master, he’s behind you,” Gilda corrected as she pointed at Boltar.
“What’s with you and slaves?” Dean asked turning towards the man behind him. “Have you never heard of the emancipation proclamation?”
“I knew that I was more powerful than anyone knew; Gilda and Dragutin were just the start. I wanted to take out the important players so that the queen would have no choice but to notice how invaluable I am and make me her king.”
“So not gonna happen, in no world would I make you my king,” turning towards the small woman cowering behind her, “change that to princess and we’ll talk.”
“Stupid little bitch, now I’ll just have to take it all for myself. It was all just a silly little game until I made it all real, no one was the wiser until you let these two in, but no worries. I’m powerful enough to take care of them as well.”
“Is that right Boltar?’ Dean asked “because I see you hiding behind others, first Dragutin and now this little thing. No wonder you carry that bag everywhere you go - I mean to have to carry your balls in something.”
Boltar’s face turned an interesting shade of red at Dean’s words. “Let’s see what you think when you and your brother’s join mine then. Kill them!” he ordered Gilda.
“I’m sorry he - I have to obey,” Gilda apologized as she pinned Sam to the wall with a flick of her tiny hand.
This wasn’t the first time Sam Winchester found himself pinned to a wall. The only difference this time was the fact that his brother was not hanging beside him. He’s not - okay he’s sure that Dean hasn’t figured this out yet because like Charlie, with each change this world becomes real and memories of the real world forgotten. For some reason he has retained his memories and knew what was actually happening here, so as Gilda was tossing Dean and Charlie around room, Sam made a wish.
He wished that Dean could somehow become the most powerful mage (wasn’t he gonna love that) who ever lived and could conjure up a spell to destroy the book that Boltar had in his leather bag.
As Sam began his wish, he could see when things began to change. Gilda was no longer able to toss Dean and Charlie as though they were ragdolls, and the expression on his face told Boltar that something had changed.
Well, it was either that or the way Dean stood up and made his way to the sniveling coward despite all of the magic being tossed his way by both Gilda and Boltar.
With a snap of his fingers, the leather pouch was ripped from Boltar’s neck and flew across the small space to Dean where he conjured up a sword and plunged it into the book, breaking the spell over Gilda leaving Boltar looking broken.
“No!” Gilda pleaded as Dean raised his hands to end the man lying at his feet. “Death would be too merciful, he needs to be punished, let me take him back to my realm and he’ll be punished properly for enslaving a Fairy. I’m sure the dragons would like to do the same.”
Dean stepped aside and let the Fairy bind her prisoner and before vanquishing him.
“He has a lot to answer for and my people will want retribution. Take care my queen,” Gilda told Charlie before she vanished.
“Call me,” Charlie said forlornly to the empty space where the Fairy had been.
“You okay, Charlie?” Sam asked his friend.
“I was about the bang a freakin’ Fairy; next time can you bitches be a little slower on the lifesaving.”
Sam just shook his head smiled. He wanted to tell her about his dragon adventures but as he stole a glance at Dean, he remembered the afternoon in the water and knew exactly how she felt.
The three of them made their way back to the castle, Sam wondered how long would it take for things to get back to normal, and would normal include Dean letting him have him, so he decided to see where his feelings lay.
“Goodnight Charlie,” he bade his friend, “I had some follow up and with a little help from my brother it can get finished a lot faster.”
“But Dean promised to help me with strategy,” Charlie whined. “You go ahead and when I’m finished with him I will send him back to you.”
Sam watched as Dean walked away with Charlie; that seemed to be happening a lot lately but he had all night to figure out how to approach Dean. Let Charlie have him tonight, tomorrow Dean was his. That was his last thought as he entered the tent he shared with Dean and found Maria on his bed.
Day 3
Sam stared at the huge building. He had followed the yellow brick road (literally) and now that he was close to it he could tell that it was real and not some prop Charlie and her geeks had fabricated from wood and paint. It was an honest to god (brick road?/castle?) with an honest to god moat and armed guards all wearing the same crest as the ones who had fetched Dean the night before.
There was ivy growing on both the towers and it looked as though it had been there for centuries. The moat had fish and algae that seemed to have been there just as long. A motion in one of the towers made him look up and when he did, he saw… Dean?
“Are you sure we should be here?” Maria asked as she trailed behind Sam who was now cautiously approaching the guards.
As he was trying to figure out what he was going to say, the huge oak doors opened and Dean was grinning at him.
“Good, you’re here. I’m glad that Charlie didn’t have to send a battalion or something to get you. I think we have a lead on the case.”
Sam stared at Dean. They were standing in a castle that had sprung up overnight and Deans first words to him were about the case. Not wanting to rush to judgment, Sam bit back his response, because Dean’s findings may have something to do with the mysterious castle.
“Charlie is going with us to visit the Shadow Orcs and the dragons to get more information for our case.”
“Okay, that’s good Dean, I’m all for closing this case, but are we really going to pretend that were not standing in a fucking castle that sprung up over night?” Sam roared.
“Of course were standing in a castle, Sam,” Dean said slowly as though he might spook the younger man. “Don’t you remember that this is where Charlie’s guards escorted me to last night?”
“I-last night Charlie was in a TENT, not a castle with turrets and moats and armed guards.”
Dean looked at his brother as though he was the crazy one. Instead of saying anything he moved forwards and pushed up the sleeve of the shirt Sam was wearing and frowned at the bare skin he revealed.
“For a moment I thought that your may have had one of those tree tattoos Sam, because that could be the only explanation for the off the wall things that you’re saying.”
“Dean…” Sam began but was interrupted by Charlie.
“Sam, good you’re here, “She greeted. “Boltar and his slave, Dragutin have agreed to escort us to the Shadow Orcs' stronghold to gather more information. I’m all for getting rid of the competition, but only in battle.”
At the mention of his name Sam looked up to see Charlie followed by Boltar and a smaller dark haired man trailing behind the mage with his head bowed.
Sam just stared at her. Since the appearance of the castle, he’d half expected her to come down looking like a Disney princess, but dressed in a green collared and belted leather vest, black tights and knee high suede knee length leather boots, she looked more like Robin Hood.
“What no long flowing gowns and singing birds?” he snarked.
“There is nothing about me that says gown, flowy or otherwise,” Charlie replied with a snark of her own. “Okay bitches let’s get this show on the road. I have to be back and get rest because, you know major battle tomorrow.”
With a puzzled look at Dean, Sam followed the strange entourage outside. He thought that they were going to hike across the park, but instead, just outside the door stood five beautiful horses, and he stopped in his tracks.
As he stood with his mouth agape, Dean, Charlie and the others walked to and mounted specific steeds with an ease that should have come from years of practice. After witnessing them mount the horses Sam would have believed that was the case except that as far as he knew Dean had never ridden a horse. Even when they traveled back in time to Wild West, it was Sam who’d ended up saddle sore.
Sam walked towards the only horse left, a huge stallion that had to be at least 19 hands high. Before he attempted mounting the beautiful animal, he turned to Dean and asked, “Dean why am I riding this horse?”
“Because it’s the only one in my stable that can handle your gigantor ass,” Charlie answered for him. “Now come on, you’re holding us up. I need to get back here as soon as possible and talk strategy with my troops.”
As his cheeks heated up from the stares of the four already on horseback, Sam mounted the horse making every effort not to embarrass himself, and to his surprise he didn’t. He was on the back of the horse with an ease that surprised him.
“Don’t you think that you should have some of your guards mount up and ride with you my queen?” Boltar asked. “We will be entering enemy territory and will be outnumbered.”
“I didn’t get to be queen by sitting on my ass and letting someone else do all of the work and this will show them that we mean no harm. Besides, I have Sam and Dean and they’ve gotten me through worse.”
She thought about what she said, pointed her finger at them and added, “No broken bones this time!”
“What about me?” Maria asked as she looked around for another horse.
“Sorry, sweetheart,” Dean answered drily, “but I need Sammy’s full attention and you’d just be in the way. This is not a pleasure ride we have important business to take care of.”
“Dean!” Sam bit out at his brother’s callous dismissal of his friend. “I’ll see you when I return.” He promised her.
Sam could tell that she wanted to protest, but she just nodded her head and stepped away from the huge black horse and watched as they rode away.
Sam didn’t turn to look back at Maria even though he could feel her beseeching him to. He was too busy reveling in the feeling of Dean being jealous of the girl.
Because he seemed to be the only one not knowing where they were going, Sam and his horse fell behind the group, but as though picking up on his brother’s confusion, Dean fell behind the others and let his horse fall in step with Sam.
They rode in a comfortable silence until Sam saw the huge fucking mountains they were about to climb.
“What’s going on Dean?” Sam asked his brother, “I mean yesterday we were investigating supernatural deaths and today were in the middle of Bizzaro world.”
“See Sam, I was going to ask you the same thing, except I wanna know what’s going on with you. We are still investigating supernatural deaths, but you have me worried Sam. You’re seeing things that aren’t there.”
Pulling on the reigns of his horse, Sam came to a stop and stared at his brother.
“Look around us Dean, everything has changed,” Sam growled in frustration, “and you don’t seem to realize it and that scares me more than anything supernatural. Yesterday we were in a small metropolitan town in the middle of a park playing make-believe, but today in the middle of that town a castle has sprung up overnight along with mountains that look as though they are a part of the Swiss Alps.”
I’m not sure what you’re talking about Sam, this place is the same as when we arrived,” Dean told him and Sam became pissed because he could see his brother choosing his words carefully as though not to upset Sam. “Is it Bobby, Sam? Should we have taken some more time before we jumped into another case?”
“Don’t you dare make this about Bobby, Sam snapped at Dean. “You’re accepting this change as real and I don’t know how to fight that, Dean.”
Dean shook his head sadly and said, “There’s nothing to fight Sammy, but I’ll let you figure that out on your own.”
With those words he rode ahead until he was riding next to Charlie. The short ride took two hours and Sam spent most of it at the back of the group swatting mosquitoes and watching as Dean and Charlie laughed and talked the entire time making him feel like the third wheel.
Sam was so caught up in his own misery that it threw him off his game that he didn’t notice the ominous glances Boltar was giving Charlie and Dean as well.
The after a long ride up the mountains, Sam noticed the drastic change in the landscape. The land began to level and they were entering a very dense and dark forest with well-worn paths. He knew that Boltar was supposed to be a mage, but that little twit couldn’t manage something like this could he? This would take serious magic and he didn’t think the man had it in him But Stranger things have happened.
When the small group entered the clearing Sam noticed tents situated together as though to form small village, but the closer thy got to the center of the village, the tents became… huts. How was that possible? Sam turned to watch Boltar to see if he had anything to do with the change, but the stupid little man was too buy swatting away mosquitoes.
There were several huts varying in sizes made from mud with thatched roofs. How did they manage this? Dean had to know that this was not here yesterday that this was wrong and out of place and out of time.
Like the castle from this morning this had the appearance of having been there for a long time. As he looked around, Sam took in not only the huts, but there were stocks here as well, a blacksmith shop. There were troughs for horses and pens filled with pigs.
Pigs. That explained the large piles of shit he’d dodged earlier.
Dismounting from his horse, Sam walked over to where Dean now stood with Charlie and wanted the older man to deny that his wasn’t different when he noticed the biggest difference of all, Dean. As he gaped at Dean he vaguely noticed Charlie moving away, greeting someone.
His older brother had always been beautiful, he had a long string of ex-lovers as proof, but since they last talked he’d grown even more so.
His short spiky hair was now lighter and slightly longer. It was now shoulder length and softly curled at his neck. The long lashes even now more so, they were so long and thick they looked to be fake, but Sam knew that this wasn’t the case.
The change was very noticeable; before he was tall and muscular, now he was Charlie’s height and still muscular but looking all of the hand maiden Charlie declared him.
As beautiful as he was, Sam couldn’t keep his focus off of Dean’s lips. Lush, plump and soft, all he wanted to do was kiss them and the way Dean was nervously biting his bottom lip, he seemed to want the same. Testing his theory, Sam leaned forward and was pleased to see Dean meeting him halfway.
“Sam, Dean!” Charlie called from where she had moved in front of one of the huts, breaking the spell between them.
Cursing under his breath, Sam felt Dean move and knew that he’d lost his moment, but he promised himself that he would get another chance.
“Guys, this is Max Hilby, king of the Shadow Orcs.”
“Why aren’t you dead?” Dean asked as he stepped forward and pushed up the sleeve of his right arm revealing a tattoo of a tree.
“How dare a lowly handmaiden threaten me,” Hilby bellowed. “You gave your word that this meeting was called to talk and now you come alone and threaten me in front of my people?”
“I’m not threatening you,” Dean told the man, “it’s just that everyone known to have that mark is dead.”
“He explained himself, Orc,” Charlie came to Dean’s aide. “Things have been happening to our people and they are marked before they die. My maiden is helping us find out why.”
Sam thought that it was best that he not say anything because if he did he would have a fight on his hands. After Dean kicked his ass for thinking him weak and needing defending, he would then have to take on the Orc and he’d put that off if he could.
“I was sick, very sick,” Hilby told them. “There are several others who bear this mark that have come down with weird afflictions.”
The group looked around for an hour or so, with Boltar expressing his distaste at Sam and Dean (especially Dean) being there, but he was wise enough not to protest in Charlie’s vicinity.
After an hour, Charlie had to leave, with the big battle coming up, she needed to get with her troops and plan strategy. With a threat to the Orc’s if anything happened to her entourage, there would be a war.
An hour later Sam and Dean left as well, finding nothing that would help their investigation. They searched for Boltar and his slave, but they had left without informing the brothers Winchester.
The ride back was quiet, there was no mention of the almost kiss, but they were as close as the horses would allow but Sam wanted closer. He wanted what had been to him earlier, and he was sure Dean felt the same.
It seemed that in the harsh light of the day, both were wary about broaching the subject, but it was also clear that they were both thinking about it unless the horses were suddenly drawn to one another and had to walk close.
Why couldn’t this really be like never-never land as suddenly a meadow or even better a waterfall with a deep blue pool appeared out of nowhere?
He has charged in front of vampires, demons and other things that go bump in the night, but nothing terrified him as much as the subject of that almost kiss.
Gathering his courage, Sam said, “Dean…”
“Yeah, Sam,” Dean answered and on that beautiful face he saw want and it gave him the courage to go on, but a sound captured his attention.
“Is that-a waterfall?”
Not waiting for Deans answer, Sam galloped forward and around and exited the dark woods into one of the most beautiful places he’d ever seen. It was a small waterfall with an equally small pool of water that looked so cool and inviting.
Both horses were set to gallop and they dismounted at the bank of the pool. Sam wanted to test the waters, but Dean being Dean took off his shoes and jumped in fully clothed. Sam was a little more cautious and removed his leather bag as well as his shoes before joining his brother.
Sam wondered if this was an illusion because the banks of the pool consisted of fine white sand and it led into beautiful blue water that Sam was sure that he’d never seen outside tropical oceans. He knew that he should be wary of this waterfall and pool of water showing up out of nowhere and he was going to call Dean back, but then the idiot took off his shirt and tunic and threw it to the bank before swimming away from Sam. Once Dean exposed skin, the sight made Sam’s upstairs brains stop working and kicked the downstairs one into overdrive making it to remember why getting in the water mattered.
The water felt cool and delicious and eased away the aches from riding a horse for almost four hours, and it made Dean even more beautiful. His hair was a little (okay by a little he meant a lot) lighter and his pale skin now had a beautiful bronze hue to it that brought out more of those goddamned freckles.
Mimicking Dean’s earlier movements, Sam stripped down to his pants before he waded in the water until he was in to his knees before he swam to where Dean was fucking frolicking in the water.
Just as he caught up to his brother, Dean swam away from him making Sam chase him. For a few stolen moments they played like children until Dean in an attempt to evade Sam’s questing hands made one of those perfect maneuvers that are only seen in the movies.
Dean dove down, in a perfect arch with only his perfect, tights clad ass out of the water before his legs came up and disappeared under water as well. The underwater dive had been so perfect he had half expected to see a mermaid’s tail instead of feet. He thinks that it was more of a surprise that he didn’t see one, but that’s okay because he reall, really wanted to feel Dean’s legs wrapped around his waist when he fucked him. With that thought he took off after Dean because another thought came to him.
The son of a bitch was teasing him. Frolicking be damned, Sam was going to take what was on offer.
As he made his way towards Dean, Sam took in the flowers by the pool and the birds that were suddenly singing he thought how different this scene was from the one he’d just left. It was as though he was in a Bizzaro world that was part Disney and part Game of Thrones.
It didn’t really matter though because in this world, Dean wanted him and he was more than okay with that. Sam shrugged his shoulders and glanced to the spot where Dean had disappeared underwater and pulled him up from his watery hiding place.
“Gotcha!” Sam teased a smiling Dean and damn if that wasn’t the most breathtaking thing ever. Seeing Dean smile after the hellish year they’d had, made Sam’s chest tight with unspoken emotions.
“Yes you do,” Dean teased with a sultriness that had been reserved for waitresses and girls in tight dresses, and went right to Sam’s cock. “”Whatcha gonna do with me, Sammy?”
Growling at the challenge, Sam hauled Dean to him and covered his plush lips with his own.
There were no reservations from Sam as he kissed his brother and more importantly, he knew that Dean wanted it as much because if the sweet kiss didn’t give him away, the hard line of his trapped cock did.
He was kissing Dean!
After years spent dreaming and fantasizing about it, he was kissing the older man and more importantly, Dean was kissing him back.
The first touch of their lips were gentle and exploratory, but soon Sam wanted more so he let his tongue probe the seam of Deans mouth silently asking for entrance and Dean parted his lips and Sam slipped his tongue inside.
They weren’t battling for control of the kiss, they were slow and exploring, learning one another and as Sam’s tongue mapped out Deans mouth, his hands did the same with Dean’s body.
Just like the kiss, it was tentative. At first. Soon lips and hands were getting bolder until Sam broke the kiss, removed his tongue from Dean’s mouth to give a gentle nip at that lush bottom lip while letting his hands explore.
He wanted to go slow, he really did; Sam wanted to take his time with Dean, but right now all of his dreams were coming true and he wanted to get his fill before he woke up the same as he always did, hard and alone.
Large hands explored the golden freckled skin that was on display. Sam ran his hands down Deans back until he came in contact with that most perfect ass ever. He took both globes in his hands and gently squeezed as though he was an artist molding clay.
The tights, while outlined his brother’s assets perfectly, were now in the way and Sam slipped a hand through the waistband and settled it on the cleft of Dean’s ass. For a millisecond Dean went stiff under Sam’s touch making Sam think that he had overstepped his boundaries, but then he pushed his ass back telling Sam that he wanted this.
Having been given the green light, Sam slid one finger from the top f Dean’s ass until it reached the pink furled muscle tucked between the cheeks. He attempted to slide his finger in but it was so tight and Deans was clinching that he couldn’t get it past the rim.
“Relax,” he whispered in his lover’s ear.
“Trying to,” Dean whispered back.
This was not going to work if Dean didn’t relax, so Sam began to nibble at the shell of Dean’s ear and worked down to that sensitive spot as he moved his finger inside the tight hole.
He felt as the older man began to loosen up and soon he had an entire finger inside the older man. He wanted to see the faces Dean made as he did these things to his body, there would only be one first time and he wanted to witness them all.
Dean seemed to think that Sam wanted something different, because when the older mad turned around, thanks to the buoyancy of the water, he was able to wrap his legs around Sam’s waist and align their cocks together.
“God, Dean-you feel so…” Sam bit out as he tried to find the words to describe what the other man was making him feel, but it felt so good that his vision became white around the edge and the arousal hit him so fucking hard.
The slide of their cocks sent a fissure of pleasure down Sam’s spine as Dean as Dean met each of his thrusts.
“So good Sammy, so good,” Dean murmured as he buried his nose in Sam’s neck.
Sam wanted to make it better and finish what he’s started by burying his fingers in Dean’s hole. But the sweet friction that Dean was creating was just too good to stop. As matter of fact it was so good that he was going to come any second now.
He thought that Dean was coming because he heard his name being called until it penetrated through the lust fog, that it was too high pitched to be Dean’s.
“Sam!” he heard again.
“Nononofuckingno!” Dean protested as he felt Sam pull away.
Maria. Where the hell did she come from and would she please go back. She had to see that they were… busy and come back later.
“Make her go away, Sam,” Dean begged so prettily as he pressed himself back against Sam.
Jumping from her horse, Maria came to the water’s edge and called to him again, “Sam, hurry, it’s the queen.”
The mention of Charlie got both of their attention.
“What is happening with Charlie?” Dean demanded.
“I’m not sure but there is a lot of commotion at the castle and Boltar is behaving as though he is in charge.”
Sam’s pre-orgasmic state ebbed as Maria’s words sank in. He gave Dean a look of regret that was mirrored on the older man’s face before he swam towards the shore. He and Dean quickly dressed stealing glances at one another as skin was covered.
The ride back was short, but what Maria said didn’t make sense, how could someone - why would someone attack Charlie. The way things were changing by the hour, Sam was terrified at what he would find when he reached the castle.
“What exactly has happened to Charlie?” Dean asked her.
She ignored him until Sam asked the same question. “You should have more respect for our queen and address her by her title and not by her name,” she chastised, “a handmaiden should know her place. Sam you shouldn’t… encourage him to misbehave, once were together then he’ll see where he belongs.”
“He’s where he belongs, by my side,” Sam told her and completely ignored (and reveled in) Dean’s mumbled “but that’s not what you came for, we need to know what’s going on with Charlie.”
The rest of the ride was in silence with Dean and Maria jockeying for a position at Sam’s side. He was grateful that Maria had sought him out to inform him of the situation with Charlie, but he wished that she wasn’t here, Hell, he wished that he was still in the water with his cock buried in Dean.
He’d shown the young woman some interest, but she has to know from what she witnessed that that boat had sailed and he was no longer interested. With Dean around there was not contest. He tried to catch Dean’s eye to make him understand that Maria meant nothing to him but he would not look at Sam; in fact he stopped vying for the place beside Sam and rode ahead.
Sam tried to think of a way to approach Dean when the older man stopped and pointed at the castle.
“Sam? Are those… dragons?”
Looking at the spot where Dean was pointing, Sam gasped as he took in the magnificent and unexpected sight of large winged creatures.
“Of course they’re dragons,” Maria said as though that was a given. “Seeing that you’re one of the queen’s handmaidens, you should know that,” she finished impatiently.
Sam had plenty of questions to ask the LARPer, but it suddenly struck him that Dean didn’t think that this was normal. “Dean are you surprised to see the dragons?”
“Of course - I thought that they were extinct. I don’t know how were going to get rid of them,” Dean pondered aloud. “Perhaps Charlie has a sword buried in stone in her castle.”
Sam’s mind was all over the place, there were dragons flying over a castle that had sprung up overnight and Dean knew that they weren’t supposed to be here. That’s good-right?
“What is wrong with you two, of course dragons aren’t extinct,” Maria interjected as both Sam and Dean stared at the large flying lizards. “They are and have been a part of the queen’s guards for centuries. They remain in their human form until her majesty has been threatened, then and only then do they show their real selves.”
As though cued, at the same time both men galloped towards the castle to make sure their friend was alright. These idiots saw this as a game, but Charlie’s was their friend. Even though she was closer to Dean, Sam still shared a bond with the redhead.
Had they ever been blessed with a sister, Charlie was how he’d imagined her, so he had to make sure she was okay, because he wasn’t sure if Dean could withstand another hit right now.
The way things were in this park grounds and based on what he’d seen in the past two days, Sam half expected to see Charlie beheaded, in an iron maiden or some other bullshit, but that wasn’t the case, she was gone.
According to the guards she never arrived back from her visit with the Shadow Orcs, but they know that she wasn’t there because they had flown to the Orc’s stronghold in the mountains and there was no trace of her or her horse.
“We need to find her,” Boltar insisted as he and his slave brushed past the group in the large room.
“No shit Sherlock,” Dean snarked, “but Sam and I got this this.”
“I don’t think so,” Boltar said, “as her future husband the queen is my responsibility and I will find her without any help from you two.”
“Husband? Have you met Charlie?” Sam laughed. “I assure you that you are not her type, and that when she chooses a spouse, this will be the most progressive kingdom in all of fairytale land.”
“We’re wasting time with this idiot Sam; let’s backtrack to find Charlie and hope that she doesn’t have that tree tattoo,” Dean said impatiently
Sam and Dean left Boltar, his attitude and Maria at the castle and rode back towards the Shadow Orcs stronghold searching for Charlie, and made it halfway there when they came across a large tent sitting on the bank of a little creek and Sam was sure neither had been there the first time they passed this way.
He and Dean had rode hard and fast and there was no one riding with them, yet as they dismounted outside of the mysterious tent, there he was the fake mage Boltar with his slave waiting for them. Sam was tired of dancing around the little fuck as he demanded, “How’d you get here so fast?”
“I have told you I am a powerful Mage, perhaps now you will believe me. The first thing I would ask is why the queen is letting her handmaiden roam free with an unknown knight?” Boltar asked with a sneer.
“I got your fucking handmaiden, Gargamel,” Dean snarled, “you and your… your whatever he’s supposed to be, need to back the fuck off. Sam and I are here on behalf of your queen. If you have any problems, talk to her.”
“I told you I am a high powered Mage and I don’t to ask the queen anything, I keep my own counsel. What I can’t do, my dragon can take care of for me.” He informed them as he pushed Dragutin forward.
“Dragon?” Dean laughed at the nervous little man standing beside Boltar, “that scrawny little thing?” Turning towards Sam, Dean patted his brother on his back, “this is the biggest baddest dragon of them all. Let’s let them face off and see who wins.”
Boltar glared at the two men as his dragon’s face turned ghostly white before he turned to run, Sam almost laughed when the smaller man reached in to his pouch and reached for one of the pellets that used as magic, but it quickly died I his throat when instead of a pellet, the man had some kind of powder and he was throwing it towards Dean.
Not sure what it was, Sam furiously stepped in front of Dean and breathed fire, literally. Apparently since Dean labeled him, that what he was, a dragon and he was about to unleash all of his fury on this little bastard who wanted to hurt Dean.
Suddenly he felt as though he was floating and was looking down at Boltar and Dean. Something must be wrong because there was a look of terror on Dean’s face that he’s never ever seen before. When he attempted to ask Dean what was wrong, a stream of fire left his mouth and setting a small copse of trees ablaze.
“Dean?” He questioned but he knows that he didn’t vocalize his brother’s name, but Dean understood him somehow and moved closer as though t reassure him.
Sam looked at his hands as though they held the answers, but all he saw was red scales with long claws replacing his fingernails. Even when he breathed fire at first it was okay because he was still in his body, but he had red scales; of course he couldn’t be a dragon like the ones in the books, not green but red.
“You think that I’m not prepared for everything that this kingdom has to offer?” Boltar asked as he reached into his bag.
Sam laughed at the stupid little man because he had just turned into a fire breathing dragon and he was throwing pellets. The laughter stopped when he saw that Boltar’s pouch no longer held the pellets. But a puce colored power and he was throwing it at Dean.
Suddenly there was a tail (he was sure it was his, but what the hell) sweeping from behind him knocking Dean away before he began to roar and breathe fire. He wasn’t sure what the powder was but he wasn’t willing to wait until his brother was turned into some farm animal or whatever bad guys in fairytales turned their enemies into.
Apparently Sam’s roar and fiery breath was a challenge to Boltar’s dragon, because suddenly there was a small green dragon flying towards Sam in attack mode.
Okay, so bigger is not always better and being a large red dragon seem to put a target on Sam’s back as the Dragutin (of course he was the traditional green) flew circles around Sam’s large cumbersome body as Boltar laughed.
“You’ll be next my pretty,” he heckled at Dean as his well-trained dragon landed another strategically placed hit to Sam’s stomach and leaving deep scratches behind.
Boltar’s little pet might be a quarter of Sam’s side , but the fire he breathed burned and those claws sure as hell hurt. Sam was sure that his did as well, but he couldn’t seem to manage anything but either set more trees on fire or chop them down with his tail or sharp nails.
If he wasn’t more careful, he wouldn’t have to worry about anyone else hurting Dean because he was going to roast him accidentally.
Each time he thought that he had Dragutin in his sight; the little green annoyance would fly out of his reach and make these weird sounds that were suspiciously similar to laughter which made Sam even angrier.
As the little dragon continued to buzz around him, Sam had never felt so cumbersome in his life. The green mosquito (hey hornet was already taken) had had time to master this flying and fire-breathing shit while he had only had ten minutes tops.
As he hovered a few inches off the ground trying to plot his next move, Dragutin made another fly-by and caught Sam in is shoulder and the wound was deep enough to draw blood. He thought that before he got his shit together, he was going to bleed out from all of the wounds that Dragutin was inflicting on him. As he waited for the next strike a thought occurred to him; he had wings!
Real life I can fly wings.
Instead of sitting there like a gigantic bull’s eye, he could move and give chase.
He tried to force his huge body to respond, but still he didn’t move. Sam was so busy trying to make himself fly he missed Deans warning cry of “watch out Sammy,” and found himself flat on his back by that tiny fucking annoyance.
As Sam lay there on the ground slightly dazed from the last punch, a thought hit him, maybe not as hard as Dragutin had, but it was an epiphany of sorts, everything that he wanted changed, because of something he wanted or wished for. Okay a lot of them involved Dean, but he wanted Dean in tights, he wanted to ride the horse as well as Dean and most importantly, he wanted to fuck Dean and was this close until Maria interrupted.
Let’s see if this is how this shit works.
Closing his eyes, Sam wished for the ability to fly, to be stronger that the little green fucker, for a little magic and most important to put the bastard on his ass. Oh yeah, he might as well be responsible so he added a wish for the ability to put out all of the fires he started.
God he hoped that Charlie wasn’t in that tent and if she was he hoped that she was okay until either he or Dean could get to her.
Sam would love to say that his next actions were because there was a threat to Dean, but in reality they weren’t (well maybe a little because Dean was going to give him hell later) but because it was fucking humiliating to have your ass handed to you by someone who was so much smaller.
The smaller dragon zigged and zagged flying circles around Sam, like the mosquitoes that have been plaguing him since they entered the park, so Sam treated him like one. When the small dragon came to his face to breathe fire, Sam swatted him with one of his large paws and clipped the smaller dragon’s wings, but to his dismay, Dragutin did not stop, nor did it slow him down.
Sam swore the bastard smiled and that pissed the large red dragon off even more.
Sam wanted to get to the smaller dragon and suddenly he felt his wings flutter and he was moving with agility that he didn’t possess a few seconds ago. Yeah, this was more like it.
Dragutin didn’t expect Sam to follow him, so with the large red dragon on his tail, the smaller dragon’s wings stuttered for a moment. It’s one thing to attack and fly away knowing that your opponent cannot follow, but now Dragutin was a little defensive.
That didn’t last for long because the little green dragon stopped running and turned back towards Sam and was breathing fire directly at Sam, and this time Sam was able to control his own fire and aimed it back at the other dragon.
The fire met midair with what sounded and felt like a sonic boom, shaking the ground that was now miles below them. They were so busy trying to hold the other back that they didn’t see the results of the flames emanating from their snouts. The forest directly beneath them was going up in flames and the two men directly beneath were scrambling for safety.
Dean tried to hide behind a large boulder, but fire that was falling from the battling dragons was like molted lava causing the rock to heat and melt, and the once beautiful stream beside the tent was now boiling, forcing Dean to move further away with Boltar fast on his heels.
He wanted to get to the tent but he was not going to make it safely and for some reason the ground around the tent was safe from the fiery destruction now raining on the forest so whoever that was inside was safer that he was at the moment so he continued to run until he felt the ground beneath him become cooler.
Sam could sense that the smaller dragon was weakening because the force of his fire was not as strong and Sam was getting closer to him. That’s what the little fucker deserves for showing off. He was tiring and now instead of trying to overtake Sam, he was backing away, but the larger dragon was not about to let that happen, so using his tail, he whipped it around his body and using the scaled and pointed end, he stabbed the green dragon through Dragutin’s heart and watched in fascination as the fire was reduced to puffs of smoke before the smaller dragon fell to his death.
As that other dragon began to fall Sam removed his tail and took in the destruction below him; there was fire as far as he could see, the beautiful park was being destroyed because of his actions and it made him a little ill.
Remembering a reversal spell he’d come across in his research, Sam said a few words of Latin, praying that it would work. He smiled when he saw the fires going out, now he had to find Dean to make sure the older man was safe.
“Sam,” he heard as soon as his feet made contact with the solid ground. His size thirteen human feet, he doesn’t remember changing back, but he guessed that that was a part of being able to control the dragon.
“Are you okay,” Dean he asked when his brother was in view. “Damn Godzilla that was impressive.”
“Godzilla, Dean really?”
Shrugging his shoulders, Dean replied, “my only other reference is puff the magic dragon and somehow that just doesn’t fit.”
“Jerk,” he said affectionately.
“Bitch,” Dean answered and the love in his voice matched his brother’s.
“This is really touching, but Dragon you owe me a slave, but you’ll do once the queen and I are married,” Boltar said as he stood over Dragutin’s broken body. “A red dragon is worth its weight in gold.”
“Charlie!” They said in unison suddenly remembering why they were in the woods.
Leaving Boltar near his dragon, Sam and Dean ran to the tent hoping that their friend was okay. Sam was the first inside and stopped immediately upon entrance.
“Dude, really?” Deans asked as he ran into Sam’s solid body. “Why’d you stop like that… oh.”
Taking in the scene before him, Sam’s not sure if he should be turned on or pissed off because while he was risking his life by training a dragon, Charlie was inside the tent (much nor opulent than the one he and Dean shared) getting her freak on with a Fairy. A beautiful, naked Fairy.
Charlie stepped in front of her friend to block her nakedness from the eyes in the room. “Dean, Sam as you see I’m okay right now even if I can’t leave this tent.”
“Doesn’t look as though you want to,” Dean responded as he tried to get a better look at Charlie’s friend.
“It’s not what you think guys.”
“Really, Charlie?” Sam smirked.
“Okay, it didn’t start this way,” Charlie conceded, “but Gilda was telling me that she had been pulled from her realm to ours by a strong spell. The person who cast it is her master and she must do his bidding until his spell book has been destroyed.”
“Okay, so all we have to do is figure out whom your master is? What’s his name?” Sam asked.
“Master,” Gilda replied.
“We’re gonna need more than that…” Sam told her.
“No, you misunderstand, my master, he’s behind you,” Gilda corrected as she pointed at Boltar.
“What’s with you and slaves?” Dean asked turning towards the man behind him. “Have you never heard of the emancipation proclamation?”
“I knew that I was more powerful than anyone knew; Gilda and Dragutin were just the start. I wanted to take out the important players so that the queen would have no choice but to notice how invaluable I am and make me her king.”
“So not gonna happen, in no world would I make you my king,” turning towards the small woman cowering behind her, “change that to princess and we’ll talk.”
“Stupid little bitch, now I’ll just have to take it all for myself. It was all just a silly little game until I made it all real, no one was the wiser until you let these two in, but no worries. I’m powerful enough to take care of them as well.”
“Is that right Boltar?’ Dean asked “because I see you hiding behind others, first Dragutin and now this little thing. No wonder you carry that bag everywhere you go - I mean to have to carry your balls in something.”
Boltar’s face turned an interesting shade of red at Dean’s words. “Let’s see what you think when you and your brother’s join mine then. Kill them!” he ordered Gilda.
“I’m sorry he - I have to obey,” Gilda apologized as she pinned Sam to the wall with a flick of her tiny hand.
This wasn’t the first time Sam Winchester found himself pinned to a wall. The only difference this time was the fact that his brother was not hanging beside him. He’s not - okay he’s sure that Dean hasn’t figured this out yet because like Charlie, with each change this world becomes real and memories of the real world forgotten. For some reason he has retained his memories and knew what was actually happening here, so as Gilda was tossing Dean and Charlie around room, Sam made a wish.
He wished that Dean could somehow become the most powerful mage (wasn’t he gonna love that) who ever lived and could conjure up a spell to destroy the book that Boltar had in his leather bag.
As Sam began his wish, he could see when things began to change. Gilda was no longer able to toss Dean and Charlie as though they were ragdolls, and the expression on his face told Boltar that something had changed.
Well, it was either that or the way Dean stood up and made his way to the sniveling coward despite all of the magic being tossed his way by both Gilda and Boltar.
With a snap of his fingers, the leather pouch was ripped from Boltar’s neck and flew across the small space to Dean where he conjured up a sword and plunged it into the book, breaking the spell over Gilda leaving Boltar looking broken.
“No!” Gilda pleaded as Dean raised his hands to end the man lying at his feet. “Death would be too merciful, he needs to be punished, let me take him back to my realm and he’ll be punished properly for enslaving a Fairy. I’m sure the dragons would like to do the same.”
Dean stepped aside and let the Fairy bind her prisoner and before vanquishing him.
“He has a lot to answer for and my people will want retribution. Take care my queen,” Gilda told Charlie before she vanished.
“Call me,” Charlie said forlornly to the empty space where the Fairy had been.
“You okay, Charlie?” Sam asked his friend.
“I was about the bang a freakin’ Fairy; next time can you bitches be a little slower on the lifesaving.”
Sam just shook his head smiled. He wanted to tell her about his dragon adventures but as he stole a glance at Dean, he remembered the afternoon in the water and knew exactly how she felt.
The three of them made their way back to the castle, Sam wondered how long would it take for things to get back to normal, and would normal include Dean letting him have him, so he decided to see where his feelings lay.
“Goodnight Charlie,” he bade his friend, “I had some follow up and with a little help from my brother it can get finished a lot faster.”
“But Dean promised to help me with strategy,” Charlie whined. “You go ahead and when I’m finished with him I will send him back to you.”
Sam watched as Dean walked away with Charlie; that seemed to be happening a lot lately but he had all night to figure out how to approach Dean. Let Charlie have him tonight, tomorrow Dean was his. That was his last thought as he entered the tent he shared with Dean and found Maria on his bed.
Day 3