[NaNo] Ass Out of You and Me: Kiss (Sam/Dean) 11/30
Series: Ass Out of You and Me
Title: Kiss
Author: destial
Pairing: Sam/Dean
Theme: 30 NaNo-Shots Special Table 2010
Prompt: Kiss
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Schmoopy fluff?
Spoilers: Pre-series, so if you saw episode one, you're good to go.
Word Count: 1362
Notes: Follows after Fold. Now being made into awesome podfic by the lovely and talented weimar27 found here! Check often for updates!
Summary: His brother turns back to the screen, but the hand gripping Sam's wrist shifts, interlacing their fingers. It's not something they haven't done before, but it sends a little thrill through him all the same.He hadn't thought Dean would be into holding hands. His brother is full of all sorts of pleasant surprises.
Kiss
A week later and Sam still doesn't quite believe it.
Things haven't changed, not really. Sometimes, Dean will look at him and he'll blush - Sam hadn't known his brother was capable of blushing - and when that happens, Sam can't help the smile that overtakes him. But sometimes…
Sometimes, Dean looks at him and goes pale. Sam thinks these are times Dean caught himself checking him out. It's only happened a couple times and Sam's caught in this weird place between being thrilled that Dean is checking him out and being upset that it distresses Dean so much.
But they haven't been alone since then, not for more than a handful of minutes at a time. Which isn't wholly unusual; it's hard to get some privacy when you're living in a single hotel room and no one has a legitimate job. Ever since Sam started going on hunts, dad's stopped leaving them behind during the summers, for the most part. They are, in fact, more likely to have alone time with him than with each other now.
Which is why late in the afternoon, Sam says, "Hey, Dean, they have a monster movie marathon playing at the theatre. Feel like going?"
Dean startles. He's been spread out on one of the bed's for half the afternoon, reading Timequake, which he'd just discovered. At Sam's question, he dog ears the page he is on and shuts the book.
"What?" he asks, but Sam knows he heard right.
"Monster movies? Wolfman, Dracula, Frankenstein?" Sam says. He can't fight smiling at the puzzled expression on Dean's face. "Come on, you love those. I'm sure dad won't miss the car for a few hours."
Their dad snorts from where he's sitting on the other side of the table. He's been pouring over newspapers for the past two days, desperate to find a job and get out of Nevada. Sam isn't sure if it's the state, for whatever reason, making him antsy or if it's just because it's summer and they don't need to stick to one place anymore.
"I'll bet you're sure," he mutters, glancing up at Sam. It's a good day for Sam, so he grins at his dad.
"Come on, when's the last time Dean and I went to the movies?"
"Yea, fine, get out of here," their dad says, going back to his paper.
"Here that Dean? Let's go."
Dean takes a minute, still sending Sam these curious looks, as he trades his book for his wallet on the nightstand.
And that's where they are now, sitting in a multiplex as the opening credits to Creature from the Black Lagoon start rolling. They're two of only seven patrons to the theatre this afternoon; the movie marathons don't often bring in the crowds, but they sell a lot on concessions and that's where the profits are, right? Dean has chosen to prove that this theory works by buying one each of at least half the offered candy.
Dean is already working his way through the bag of peanut M&Ms - his favorite - so Sam, who only has a pack of junior mints, snags one. Dean shoots him a look and while he has his brother's attention, Sam pops it into him mouth. Dean flushes and looks back to the screen, as if he was caught looking at something he shouldn't have been. But he doesn't look troubled, so Sam counts it as a good reaction.
As the doctors finally head down to the titular Black Lagoon, Sam looks over at his brother. Dean's slouched back in his seat, one leg propped up on the seat in front of him, the other - the one closer to Sam - is on the ground but spread wide, like he usually sits when given the chance.
Sam decides to take a chance in this first bit of alone time they've had all week and reaches over, placing his hand on Dean's knee.
Dean jerks, one hand shooting out to grab Sam's.
"Sammy, what the-" He cuts off then and just looks at Sam, his expression morphing from incredulous to something close to understanding. In just the light from the movie, his eyes are glassy and strangely illuminated.
His brother turns back to the screen, but the hand gripping Sam's wrist shifts, interlacing their fingers. It's not something they haven't done before, but it sends a little thrill through him all the same.
He hadn't thought Dean would be into holding hands. His brother is full of all sorts of pleasant surprises.
As they wait for the original Frankenstein to start up, it's Sam's turn to jump. Dean apologizes, voice hushed and hurried, and jerks his foot away from where he'd just pressed it against Sam's.
"Dean?" Sam asks.
Dean shrugs.
"Hey," Sam says, squeezing his hand. "Hey."
He presses his foot against Dean's and is rewarded by Dean pushing back, aligning their entire lower legs.
It's something so simple, something he'd never fantasized about, but it sends a fluttering feeling through him all the same. Sam thinks, half delirious with pure giddiness, that this is a date. He's on a date with Dean and they're holding hands and nervous about their legs touching. It's awkward and strange and the best damn thing Sam's ever lived through. His face hurts from how much he's grinning and, when he sneaks a look at Dean through his bangs, his brother is watching him with his own little smile.
Sam rocks his knee into Dean's and turns back to the screen, sinking down into his seat.
When they finally leave the theatre, they don't hold hands on the way out, but they do walk closer than Sam can remember them ever walking, provided it wasn't hunt related. Sam bumps his shoulder against Dean, who surprises him with a light hip check.
Sam laughs.
"Is this what that was about?" Dean asks as they reach the Impala. "You lured me out for a monster-thon under the pretense of holding my hand like some girl? You need to learn better moves, Sammy."
"Oh, shut up," Sam says, but he's beaming around the words so they lose their meaning. "Just felt like spending some time with you. Got a problem with that?"
"God, you're such a girl." The words should be insulting but Dean shakes his head as he says it and his voice is filled with such affection that Sam can feel something in him swell.
That's probably what makes him say what he does next.
"Hey, Dean, can you- will you kiss me?"
Dean freezes. They're both in the car now, Dean with his hand on the keys, but they're not in the ignition yet.
"What?" he asks and he sounds a little lost.
"It's okay," Sam says and he hopes he means it. He doesn't want to be hurt if Dean's not ready, but he really wants Dean to say yes. "I just- you've never kissed me. I was just wondering what it'd be like, is all."
"Oh, um." His brother really does look lost now, gripping the steering wheel with one hand and the keys in the other.
"It's okay if you're not ready," Sam repeats.
"No, no, it's okay," Dean counters and he turns to face Sam, putting the keys in his pocket and abandoning the wheel.
He reaches forward, tilting Sam's face using just his finger tips, and leans forward. He stops though, and they stare at each other for a minute. Sam can feel Dean's breath against his mouth, which has opened on its own accord. The pressure from his fingers disappears and then returns, slightly harder than before.
"This is weird," Dean whispers, barely breathes, so close to Sam.
"Don't think about it then," Sam says. He bumps his knee against Dean's, liked he'd done just an hour before in the theatre.
Dean gaze jerks down then back up and then he's pressing his lips against Sam's.
He doesn't try anything fancy. There's no tongue against his lips, no open mouth, no nipping teeth. Sam thought he would want these things so desperately but he doesn't, not in this moment.
Dean is kissing him and it's better than he'd imagined.
Continued in : Benefit
Title: Kiss
Author: destial
Pairing: Sam/Dean
Theme: 30 NaNo-Shots Special Table 2010
Prompt: Kiss
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Schmoopy fluff?
Spoilers: Pre-series, so if you saw episode one, you're good to go.
Word Count: 1362
Notes: Follows after Fold. Now being made into awesome podfic by the lovely and talented weimar27 found here! Check often for updates!
Summary: His brother turns back to the screen, but the hand gripping Sam's wrist shifts, interlacing their fingers. It's not something they haven't done before, but it sends a little thrill through him all the same.He hadn't thought Dean would be into holding hands. His brother is full of all sorts of pleasant surprises.
Kiss
A week later and Sam still doesn't quite believe it.
Things haven't changed, not really. Sometimes, Dean will look at him and he'll blush - Sam hadn't known his brother was capable of blushing - and when that happens, Sam can't help the smile that overtakes him. But sometimes…
Sometimes, Dean looks at him and goes pale. Sam thinks these are times Dean caught himself checking him out. It's only happened a couple times and Sam's caught in this weird place between being thrilled that Dean is checking him out and being upset that it distresses Dean so much.
But they haven't been alone since then, not for more than a handful of minutes at a time. Which isn't wholly unusual; it's hard to get some privacy when you're living in a single hotel room and no one has a legitimate job. Ever since Sam started going on hunts, dad's stopped leaving them behind during the summers, for the most part. They are, in fact, more likely to have alone time with him than with each other now.
Which is why late in the afternoon, Sam says, "Hey, Dean, they have a monster movie marathon playing at the theatre. Feel like going?"
Dean startles. He's been spread out on one of the bed's for half the afternoon, reading Timequake, which he'd just discovered. At Sam's question, he dog ears the page he is on and shuts the book.
"What?" he asks, but Sam knows he heard right.
"Monster movies? Wolfman, Dracula, Frankenstein?" Sam says. He can't fight smiling at the puzzled expression on Dean's face. "Come on, you love those. I'm sure dad won't miss the car for a few hours."
Their dad snorts from where he's sitting on the other side of the table. He's been pouring over newspapers for the past two days, desperate to find a job and get out of Nevada. Sam isn't sure if it's the state, for whatever reason, making him antsy or if it's just because it's summer and they don't need to stick to one place anymore.
"I'll bet you're sure," he mutters, glancing up at Sam. It's a good day for Sam, so he grins at his dad.
"Come on, when's the last time Dean and I went to the movies?"
"Yea, fine, get out of here," their dad says, going back to his paper.
"Here that Dean? Let's go."
Dean takes a minute, still sending Sam these curious looks, as he trades his book for his wallet on the nightstand.
And that's where they are now, sitting in a multiplex as the opening credits to Creature from the Black Lagoon start rolling. They're two of only seven patrons to the theatre this afternoon; the movie marathons don't often bring in the crowds, but they sell a lot on concessions and that's where the profits are, right? Dean has chosen to prove that this theory works by buying one each of at least half the offered candy.
Dean is already working his way through the bag of peanut M&Ms - his favorite - so Sam, who only has a pack of junior mints, snags one. Dean shoots him a look and while he has his brother's attention, Sam pops it into him mouth. Dean flushes and looks back to the screen, as if he was caught looking at something he shouldn't have been. But he doesn't look troubled, so Sam counts it as a good reaction.
As the doctors finally head down to the titular Black Lagoon, Sam looks over at his brother. Dean's slouched back in his seat, one leg propped up on the seat in front of him, the other - the one closer to Sam - is on the ground but spread wide, like he usually sits when given the chance.
Sam decides to take a chance in this first bit of alone time they've had all week and reaches over, placing his hand on Dean's knee.
Dean jerks, one hand shooting out to grab Sam's.
"Sammy, what the-" He cuts off then and just looks at Sam, his expression morphing from incredulous to something close to understanding. In just the light from the movie, his eyes are glassy and strangely illuminated.
His brother turns back to the screen, but the hand gripping Sam's wrist shifts, interlacing their fingers. It's not something they haven't done before, but it sends a little thrill through him all the same.
He hadn't thought Dean would be into holding hands. His brother is full of all sorts of pleasant surprises.
As they wait for the original Frankenstein to start up, it's Sam's turn to jump. Dean apologizes, voice hushed and hurried, and jerks his foot away from where he'd just pressed it against Sam's.
"Dean?" Sam asks.
Dean shrugs.
"Hey," Sam says, squeezing his hand. "Hey."
He presses his foot against Dean's and is rewarded by Dean pushing back, aligning their entire lower legs.
It's something so simple, something he'd never fantasized about, but it sends a fluttering feeling through him all the same. Sam thinks, half delirious with pure giddiness, that this is a date. He's on a date with Dean and they're holding hands and nervous about their legs touching. It's awkward and strange and the best damn thing Sam's ever lived through. His face hurts from how much he's grinning and, when he sneaks a look at Dean through his bangs, his brother is watching him with his own little smile.
Sam rocks his knee into Dean's and turns back to the screen, sinking down into his seat.
When they finally leave the theatre, they don't hold hands on the way out, but they do walk closer than Sam can remember them ever walking, provided it wasn't hunt related. Sam bumps his shoulder against Dean, who surprises him with a light hip check.
Sam laughs.
"Is this what that was about?" Dean asks as they reach the Impala. "You lured me out for a monster-thon under the pretense of holding my hand like some girl? You need to learn better moves, Sammy."
"Oh, shut up," Sam says, but he's beaming around the words so they lose their meaning. "Just felt like spending some time with you. Got a problem with that?"
"God, you're such a girl." The words should be insulting but Dean shakes his head as he says it and his voice is filled with such affection that Sam can feel something in him swell.
That's probably what makes him say what he does next.
"Hey, Dean, can you- will you kiss me?"
Dean freezes. They're both in the car now, Dean with his hand on the keys, but they're not in the ignition yet.
"What?" he asks and he sounds a little lost.
"It's okay," Sam says and he hopes he means it. He doesn't want to be hurt if Dean's not ready, but he really wants Dean to say yes. "I just- you've never kissed me. I was just wondering what it'd be like, is all."
"Oh, um." His brother really does look lost now, gripping the steering wheel with one hand and the keys in the other.
"It's okay if you're not ready," Sam repeats.
"No, no, it's okay," Dean counters and he turns to face Sam, putting the keys in his pocket and abandoning the wheel.
He reaches forward, tilting Sam's face using just his finger tips, and leans forward. He stops though, and they stare at each other for a minute. Sam can feel Dean's breath against his mouth, which has opened on its own accord. The pressure from his fingers disappears and then returns, slightly harder than before.
"This is weird," Dean whispers, barely breathes, so close to Sam.
"Don't think about it then," Sam says. He bumps his knee against Dean's, liked he'd done just an hour before in the theatre.
Dean gaze jerks down then back up and then he's pressing his lips against Sam's.
He doesn't try anything fancy. There's no tongue against his lips, no open mouth, no nipping teeth. Sam thought he would want these things so desperately but he doesn't, not in this moment.
Dean is kissing him and it's better than he'd imagined.
Continued in : Benefit