nov 20: SPNFanFic: A Sorta Fairytale (pt1) [Dean/Sam]
A Sorta Fairytale; part 1;
Sam/Dean; R/18-Rated; Coda 2.20;
This one is (long over-due and) for keiko_kichi <33 who wanted an AU of “What Is and What Should Never Be” where
Sam is the one attacked by the Djinn and wakes up in an alternate universe where he and Dean are apparently lovers.
Many hijinks and a completely freaked-out Sammy occur.
There are some things that should never happen, no matter how much you might want them to, whether you knew you wanted them to or not. Like waking up butt naked and sticky in your brother’s arms when you’re pretty certain you shouldn’t be waking up there at all.
Sure, it was a little awkward at first and Sam flushed deeply at the feel of Dean’s legs entwined with his own, his arms strong and warm and cradling him close, but he managed to quell the immediate surge panic- blinking away the blinding rays of morning sun shining in through the bedroom windows- and waited almost patiently for the hangover to kick in that would explain this whole situation.
Awkward turned out to be a grave understatement when Dean’s mouth pressed sleepy-warm kisses to his shoulder blade, his lips creeping a trail across bare flesh till he was able to nuzzle his nose against the swallow of Sam’s throat.
“Morning,” Dean breathed, his voice sleep gravelled and thick, hungry as it touched against his skin. Sam bit at the inside of his mouth, his body tensing up for one horrified moment until the feel of Dean’s hand slipping down his chest, moving purposefully down towards his- oh god!- Sam suddenly sprang into action. With more force than was entirely necessary, Sam batted his brother’s hand back, pushing himself up and out of the bed before Dean could so much as process the rejection.
“What the fuck, man?!” Sam cried out, grabbing at the first available pair of pants he could find and swiftly tugging them up his narrow hips. He was breathing hard and his face was burning an unattractive shade of red. He didn’t even need to look into the mirror to know what a ghastly sight it would make. But seriously, that was the least of his worries right now, because really- what the fuck?.
Dean pushed himself upwards, a puzzled frown creasing his brow as he looked over and with a lurch of his stomach Sam found himself thinking about moving back over and kissing the confusion from his brother’s face, of running his fingers through that sleep-mussed hair as he dragged their mouths together again and again…
“Sammy?” Dean asked, a yawn breaking his stare from Sam’s wide-eyed gaze. He watched as Dean scrubbed his hands over his face before standing and sliding round to his side of the bed. His brother was completely and immodestly in the buff as he stalked over. Sam’s eyes did a quick flick up and down, his mouth dry and his tongue thick as Dean stopped just before him.
Sam stood his ground out of habit though he really wanted to turn tail and flee.
“Is this about Jo?” Dean asked.
“Jo?” Sam’s voice cracked alarmingly and he flushed a deeper red, clearing his throat.
Dean swore. “I knew it. Damnit, Sam, I told you- she doesn’t mean anything to me. I was drunk and I know it doesn’t mean shit but… Christ Sammy, nothing happened.”
Sam stared at him in bewilderment. “Jo?” He chocked out again. Wondering when the hell she’d come back into the swing of things. Dean’s expression clouded angrily.
“Fine. Sulk all you like. I’m going to shower.” Dean stormed off into what was presumably a bathroom. The door snapping shut behind him.
“Jo?” Sam repeated meekly. The sound of the shower starting up was his only response.
[ end one. ]
[ written as part of Caspe-Wri-Mo ]