Fic: Dean/Sam Supernatural

[the5thmarauder]

Title:Do Something
Rating: NC-17
Pairing/Fandom: Sam/Dean (Supernatural)

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[eiranea]

At the sight of his brother standing in the middle of the room, odd drops of rain dripping from his hair, Sam realised why he'd been so distracted all evening; he'd been worrying about Dean.

Athough his brother had only been out pursuing an alternative line of research, namely the sister of one of the victims, Sam had been worried that their current big-bad would try to dispatch Dean when he was least expecting it. He'd also been simultaneously trying to dissect, and ignore, the feelings that he was beginning to experience regarding his brother. Feelings that he knew he shouldn't be having, but try as he might they would not go away.

Now, as his brother stripped off jacket and t-shirt, dumping them on a chair in the corner, the thoughts flared back to life, bringing with them a desire to lick along the trail of water that was even now running from his brother's hair, down Dean's cheek towards his jaw.

[the5thmarauder]

Dean, meanwhile, was rumaging through an old rucksack, looking for a fresh shirt, giving Sam a sidewards glance as he looked vaguely upwards from the pile of unlaundered clothes.

"You okay?"

Sam gave a shurg and walked to the opposite side of the room. Dean returned the shrugg for one of his own, and went back to the job at hand.

It had been an awful night, one that had been unsucessful for two reasons; one, the house that Sam had explicitly told him not to venture turned up nothing of interest, save for the odd rat or two, and two, his trip into the local town's bar, to meet an informant of sorts, had gone distaserously wrong, leaving Dean with nothing to do except have an early night in and hope for the best in regards to the rest of the week.

That, and he needed a wank more than anything else.

[eiranea]

They had spent so much time in each other's company during the past few months that Sam could tell when his brother needed some time alone. Thing was he'd done so much thinking in the few hours his brother had been out that he wanted to speak to Dean about it now.

For weeks now he'd found himself turning 'round only to catch Dean looking away quickly, an almost flush on his face, that Sam figured his big brother was thinking much the same way he was, and now that he'd found the courage to bring it up he wasn't about to let the oppourtunity pass.

[the5thmarauder]

Dean stood, bent over the rucksack, trying desperately to ignore the way his brother stared at him from across the room. His neck was burning red with the uncomfortable closeness of their proximity, especially as he moved and found that his body seemed to be quite enjoying the smell of Sam's shower-damp hair, and musky aftershave. He himself smelt of rain, and dirt, and the odd tang of copper, that seemed to permanently hang around him.

It was always the same, even down to their own scent. Sam had always been the nicely groomed one. Dean had been the one who was rough around the edges, the hero.

He'd always been the ladies man.

Trouble was, he didn't quite want a lady, at the present moment.