SPN Ficlet: Coming Home (Dean/Sam) Hard R
Title: Coming Home
Author: nu_breed
Pairings: Sam/Dean
Rating: Hard R
Words: 473
Warning: Spoilers for 2.22
Summary: Episode coda for All Hell Breaks Loose: Part Two
A/N: Dean, you suck. This was supposed to be nothing but porn but you just couldn’t let it go, could you?
It’s not like Sam didn’t have scars before.
There’s one on the back of his head that no one can see. No-one would even know it was there, but Dean does. He saw Sam get that one when he was twelve. Nothing supernatural, just Sam being clumsy and falling out of the oak tree at the back of Caleb’s farm and cracking his head clean open. A stupid human mistake.
There’s the one that goes all the way from his right shoulder to his elbow that he got from that Chupacabra when he was fifteen. Dean remembers how badly hurt Sam was, how Dean’s hands were covered in masses of blood, Sam’s blood. Dean was joking the whole time about what a drama queen Sam was, struggling to keep the panic out of his voice and trying not to retch as he patched Sam up with needle and thread. All the time Sam was screaming, pain-tinged screams that made Dean’s blood run cold.
The scar on Sam’s back is different. Thick and white and when Dean touches it, he remembers. Remembers how it felt cradling him, there on the rough, hard ground. Remembers how he looked, lying in the room, peaceful. Beautiful. Dead.
When Dean touches Sam, really touches him for the first time since the whole nightmare happened, it doesn’t go how he expected. He expected it would be slow and tender, gentle touches and a soft coming home.
It’s not.
Dean touches Sam’s scar and it’s like a fucking *current* goes through the two of them and they’re stripping each other’s clothes off like there’s no time left. If Dean’s honest with himself too, he’ll admit that there isn’t.
It’s not soft and gentle, it’s hard and fast and rough and god, so fucking desperate and Sam begging Dean for something, anything to make him feel alive.
Dean holds Sam down on the bed, one hand on his neck and he’s missed this, missed touching Sam so much. Missed the sounds that Sam makes when Dean’s fingers are moving inside him. Needy, desperate noises that make Dean crazy.
He grabs Sam’s hips and moves inside him, pushing into him hard and fast. Fucks him relentlessly and brushes his mouth over Sam’s scar, tongue tracing the bumped ridges. Sam whimpers under him, and tries to thrust back, but Dean just holds him there by the hips, spreading him wide, not wanting to let go.
Sam is tight and his skin is scorching. Dean pushes in one last time, pushes in deep and comes. When he comes, surrounded by Sam and warmth, Dean thinks that maybe, just maybe, this can erase the memory of how cold his brother was before.
Erase the memory of what Sam felt like when Dean kissed his forehead and wept hot tears onto his cold, dead skin.
end
Author: nu_breed
Pairings: Sam/Dean
Rating: Hard R
Words: 473
Warning: Spoilers for 2.22
Summary: Episode coda for All Hell Breaks Loose: Part Two
A/N: Dean, you suck. This was supposed to be nothing but porn but you just couldn’t let it go, could you?
It’s not like Sam didn’t have scars before.
There’s one on the back of his head that no one can see. No-one would even know it was there, but Dean does. He saw Sam get that one when he was twelve. Nothing supernatural, just Sam being clumsy and falling out of the oak tree at the back of Caleb’s farm and cracking his head clean open. A stupid human mistake.
There’s the one that goes all the way from his right shoulder to his elbow that he got from that Chupacabra when he was fifteen. Dean remembers how badly hurt Sam was, how Dean’s hands were covered in masses of blood, Sam’s blood. Dean was joking the whole time about what a drama queen Sam was, struggling to keep the panic out of his voice and trying not to retch as he patched Sam up with needle and thread. All the time Sam was screaming, pain-tinged screams that made Dean’s blood run cold.
The scar on Sam’s back is different. Thick and white and when Dean touches it, he remembers. Remembers how it felt cradling him, there on the rough, hard ground. Remembers how he looked, lying in the room, peaceful. Beautiful. Dead.
When Dean touches Sam, really touches him for the first time since the whole nightmare happened, it doesn’t go how he expected. He expected it would be slow and tender, gentle touches and a soft coming home.
It’s not.
Dean touches Sam’s scar and it’s like a fucking *current* goes through the two of them and they’re stripping each other’s clothes off like there’s no time left. If Dean’s honest with himself too, he’ll admit that there isn’t.
It’s not soft and gentle, it’s hard and fast and rough and god, so fucking desperate and Sam begging Dean for something, anything to make him feel alive.
Dean holds Sam down on the bed, one hand on his neck and he’s missed this, missed touching Sam so much. Missed the sounds that Sam makes when Dean’s fingers are moving inside him. Needy, desperate noises that make Dean crazy.
He grabs Sam’s hips and moves inside him, pushing into him hard and fast. Fucks him relentlessly and brushes his mouth over Sam’s scar, tongue tracing the bumped ridges. Sam whimpers under him, and tries to thrust back, but Dean just holds him there by the hips, spreading him wide, not wanting to let go.
Sam is tight and his skin is scorching. Dean pushes in one last time, pushes in deep and comes. When he comes, surrounded by Sam and warmth, Dean thinks that maybe, just maybe, this can erase the memory of how cold his brother was before.
Erase the memory of what Sam felt like when Dean kissed his forehead and wept hot tears onto his cold, dead skin.
end