Miles Between Us ; Ficlet.
Title : Miles Between Us
Rating : R
Pairing : Dean/Sam
Summary : Even the strongest of people break.
Notes : A thank you to someonescomet for beta'ing this. Also this is in response to clubinthesky's request for some yummy wincest in a car. Hope it's okay, hon.
2127 miles since they left Oregon. 2120 miles since they'd last spoken. 20 miles since they'd last worked up the courage to exchange glances.
They were heading to Chicago on another case and this week was just another repeat of the last. That was what Sam and Dean had argued about for an hour straight. Sam had said he was dizzy, suffocating and lost and all Dean could do was gape at him, his knuckles white where they bent at the steering wheel.
"Dean? C'mon man," Sam pleaded many miles back but Dean barely moved and that's how it was the entire way in to Illinois.
Even as they pulled into a sad excuse of a motel Dean barely moved. His walk was almost robotic and Sam swore that if he pressed his head to Dean's chest he would hear the hollow beat of a metal heart. It was as if his brother had completely checked out, lost himself in words and a heated argument that was long over and done with.
The case was quick but brutal. Two dead bodies and one badly wounded child who barely escaped the attack. It took two calls to Bobby and three bottles of liquor before they had finally gotten their hands on the beast that had so savagely eaten a couple directly to their bones. What scared Sam more than that animal now residing in Hell was his brother. Dean didn't blink or even look away from the pictures they'd seen of the crime scene. They'd seen a lot but this simple picture they'd seen had blood painting walls and parts of organs spread in the most ungodly of places.
It took Sam two days before he finally broke, the sun setting in the sky as they drove down a long stretch of road. "What the fuck is wrong with you Dean?"
Finally, something had grabbed at Dean's soul and pulled him back to the present. Sam could see Dean's jaw clench and his eyes soften as the car pulled to the side, gravel and dust kicking up under the wheels. Despite recent events and Dean coming out with what had happened to him in Hell Sam wasn't quite sure he'd ever seen Dean so raw and exposed.
Dean was his big brother, the strong one who always was in check but as he spoke, his lips parted just slightly, his voice shook. "You're lost."
Sam's head tilted towards his brother in question, his eyebrows drawing inwards as he dried to piece together the puzzle he'd found laid out before him. Dean opened his mouth to speak again, tears threatening to escape his gorgeous hazel eyes. "The only place I feel at home... like I've found myself," He paused, looking Sam in the eyes, "Sam it's with you."
Sam wasn't sure if the world had shook underneath them or if for some fucked up reason Hell had brought out a part of Dean that had been hidden for the longest of time. He inched towards Dean, the confines of the car restricting his movement as he wrapped his arms around Dean's broad and shaking shoulders.
Time was lost and it may have been 10 minutes or even 10 hours before Sam finally pulled back, his eyes never leaving Dean's. His heart was on a string, wrapped so tightly he could barely breathe. Sam watched, intent and worried, and as tears wavered behind Dean's pained eyes, their lips met.
They were like old lovers connecting again, their tongues joining in an intimate dance and their hearts beating in time. Their bodies met and slowly they moved towards the back seat, stripping and laughing with little care. Sam wasn't sure where his shirt had ended up or why his underwear had ended up draped over the back of Dean's headrest. The questions swimming in his mind didn't stay for long though, his vision blurring as he felt Dean's bare skin press intimately against his own.
Sweat dripped down the curve of Dean's shoulder and Sam found himself licking it slowly, following it's path to Dean's neck and sucking slowly. Dean's thrusting didn't stop and together they moaned, hands pressing and bodies twisting. He could hear their breaths, loud and pounding with their hearts but he didn't know whose was whose. Like everything else they'd mixed together, and finally with a careful and precise thrust Dean slid in to Sam. There was pain and pleasure, screams and moans. Nails dragged across skin and they lost themselves, pressing harder and harder until finally the peak had been reached and was signaled with their names being exchanged and curling together in the air.
It was later that night when they had finally reached a motel. Dean had fallen asleep quickly, sex and hours with out sleep pressing heavily on him. At his side lay Sam, his arm curling into his lover as he kissed Dean's marked neck. "You always find me."
Rating : R
Pairing : Dean/Sam
Summary : Even the strongest of people break.
Notes : A thank you to someonescomet for beta'ing this. Also this is in response to clubinthesky's request for some yummy wincest in a car. Hope it's okay, hon.
2127 miles since they left Oregon. 2120 miles since they'd last spoken. 20 miles since they'd last worked up the courage to exchange glances.
They were heading to Chicago on another case and this week was just another repeat of the last. That was what Sam and Dean had argued about for an hour straight. Sam had said he was dizzy, suffocating and lost and all Dean could do was gape at him, his knuckles white where they bent at the steering wheel.
"Dean? C'mon man," Sam pleaded many miles back but Dean barely moved and that's how it was the entire way in to Illinois.
Even as they pulled into a sad excuse of a motel Dean barely moved. His walk was almost robotic and Sam swore that if he pressed his head to Dean's chest he would hear the hollow beat of a metal heart. It was as if his brother had completely checked out, lost himself in words and a heated argument that was long over and done with.
The case was quick but brutal. Two dead bodies and one badly wounded child who barely escaped the attack. It took two calls to Bobby and three bottles of liquor before they had finally gotten their hands on the beast that had so savagely eaten a couple directly to their bones. What scared Sam more than that animal now residing in Hell was his brother. Dean didn't blink or even look away from the pictures they'd seen of the crime scene. They'd seen a lot but this simple picture they'd seen had blood painting walls and parts of organs spread in the most ungodly of places.
It took Sam two days before he finally broke, the sun setting in the sky as they drove down a long stretch of road. "What the fuck is wrong with you Dean?"
Finally, something had grabbed at Dean's soul and pulled him back to the present. Sam could see Dean's jaw clench and his eyes soften as the car pulled to the side, gravel and dust kicking up under the wheels. Despite recent events and Dean coming out with what had happened to him in Hell Sam wasn't quite sure he'd ever seen Dean so raw and exposed.
Dean was his big brother, the strong one who always was in check but as he spoke, his lips parted just slightly, his voice shook. "You're lost."
Sam's head tilted towards his brother in question, his eyebrows drawing inwards as he dried to piece together the puzzle he'd found laid out before him. Dean opened his mouth to speak again, tears threatening to escape his gorgeous hazel eyes. "The only place I feel at home... like I've found myself," He paused, looking Sam in the eyes, "Sam it's with you."
Sam wasn't sure if the world had shook underneath them or if for some fucked up reason Hell had brought out a part of Dean that had been hidden for the longest of time. He inched towards Dean, the confines of the car restricting his movement as he wrapped his arms around Dean's broad and shaking shoulders.
Time was lost and it may have been 10 minutes or even 10 hours before Sam finally pulled back, his eyes never leaving Dean's. His heart was on a string, wrapped so tightly he could barely breathe. Sam watched, intent and worried, and as tears wavered behind Dean's pained eyes, their lips met.
They were like old lovers connecting again, their tongues joining in an intimate dance and their hearts beating in time. Their bodies met and slowly they moved towards the back seat, stripping and laughing with little care. Sam wasn't sure where his shirt had ended up or why his underwear had ended up draped over the back of Dean's headrest. The questions swimming in his mind didn't stay for long though, his vision blurring as he felt Dean's bare skin press intimately against his own.
Sweat dripped down the curve of Dean's shoulder and Sam found himself licking it slowly, following it's path to Dean's neck and sucking slowly. Dean's thrusting didn't stop and together they moaned, hands pressing and bodies twisting. He could hear their breaths, loud and pounding with their hearts but he didn't know whose was whose. Like everything else they'd mixed together, and finally with a careful and precise thrust Dean slid in to Sam. There was pain and pleasure, screams and moans. Nails dragged across skin and they lost themselves, pressing harder and harder until finally the peak had been reached and was signaled with their names being exchanged and curling together in the air.
It was later that night when they had finally reached a motel. Dean had fallen asleep quickly, sex and hours with out sleep pressing heavily on him. At his side lay Sam, his arm curling into his lover as he kissed Dean's marked neck. "You always find me."