5 Times Papa Winchester Almost Caught Sam & Dean
For shotofjack who responded to my 5 things meme request with:
Ok, I have 3 for you. You can pick whichever you want to do
1 - In your Very Dark Wincest 'verse, 5 times Dad almost catches Sam/Dean having sex.
2 - 5 times Sam wanted to call Dean while at Stanford but didn't
3 - Dean's top 5 favorite dates
I went with the first one for now...maybe more later.
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing: Sam/Dean
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Set in the "Very Dark Wincest" 'Verse, 5 times along the way John nearly discovered his sons engaging in physical activity...
Warnings...Incest...m/m sex, no dark stuff...just fluffy sex goodness...as it sometimes should be...
5 times Dad almost catches Sam/Dean having sex (in the Very Dark Wincest Verse)
1-Palo Alto
Its stupid, with the motel right there, the room already paid for, but Dean’s spent the last two hours pointedly not thinking about pulling off the road into a field and pressing Sam against the leather of the back seat…so much so that it was the only thing he could think about when they did finally stop.
They’d argued, which had become pretty much foreplay. Angry silence stretched the miles until finally Sam had smiled. Two hours….that tentative smile that was an apology and a promise and a “please fuck me now” sign…at least to Dean.
Dean’s not polite about, doesn’t ask as Sam leans into the backseat to retrieve his bag, he pushes, pulls the door closed. “Shut up, Sammy.” Zipper down, jeans shoved just enough. Sam’s laughing and moaning as Dean wriggles to get just a little deeper and he’s coming already…and Sam’s back pocket is vibrating, sending waves of Oh.My.God. into Dean’s already softening dick.
Sam’s big hand pulls his phone out around Dean’s hands and cock and thumbs a button. “Yeah, Dad. We’re here. Where are you?” Sam quirks a smile at his brother and points out the window. “Room 21? We’re in 12. Or we will be in a minute.” Sam hung up the phone and jerked his hips. “Dude…put that thing away and get off me.”
2-Reno
Sam’s still bruised and broken and it hurts Dean to even look at him, but Sam needs him. They didn’t get far after the hospital released Sam and Garrett got away, but Sam had wanted out of California, away from…and Dean was happy to oblige. Even their father had come along, citing a case he could work in Reno.
The nightmare woke Dean, Sam’s thrashing bruising his legs. Dean settled his arms around Sam, kissing the back of his neck. John stirred on the next bed and Dean stiffened, he’d nearly forgotten their father was in the same room. Sam quieted under Dean’s hands and lips, rolling closer so that they were face to face. His eyes opened, hooded, needy.
Sam guided Dean’s hand down between his legs, closing his eyes as his fingers closed over his already hard cock. “Sammy.” Dean hissed and Sam kissed him.
“Please.” Dean squeezed a little and Sam’s cock twitched. Sam’s breath was hot on his face, his eyes half closed, his mouth open. Then Sam’s hand closed over his own erection and Dean gasped. “Shh…”
Sam’s fingers slid over the tip and around the head and Dean bucked toward him, his own hand stuttering.
A few feet away, John shifted in the bed and they froze. “Dean?”
“Nightmare Dad. Sam had a nightmare.”
“Everything okay?”
“Yeah Dad. Go back to sleep.”
They lay silently with their hands on each other’s cocks listening as their father rolled over and his breathing slowly went back to the shallow, relaxed rhythm of sleep. Sam smiled and ducked his head. They let go of one another together and Dean kissed his forehead. “When he leaves in the morning, I am going to finish this.”
“Promise?”
Dean smiled in the dark and kissed him, their tongues dancing together. “Promise.”
3-El Paso
Dean was in the shower when Sam woke up. Their father was no where to be seen. He had dreamed about sex…about Dean on his knees sucking his cock…and woke up hard and horny. He slipped into the bathroom, grinning at Dean through the transparent shower curtain. “What?”
“Make room.”
“You showered last night.”
“Don’t want a shower.” His kiss was harder than he meant it, but Dean responded by pulling him in under the water, his free hand instantly circling Sam’s cock. “Want you.” Sam whispered.
Dean kissed his way over Sam’s chest, guiding him back against the wall before sliding down to one knee and licking at the pre-cum already oozing from his brother. “This what you want Sammy?”
He grunted and thrust forward and Dean chuckled before taking him in his mouth and swirling his tongue around him. Sam’s only warning that he was coming was a hand on Dean’s head, and Dean choked a little as it filled his mouth...because at that exact moment they can hear the door to the motel room open and their father’s voice calling. “Sam? Dean?”
Dean sits back and Sam pat’s his head, already stepping out of the shower and wrapping a towel around him. “Right here Dad.” Sam steps out of the bathroom, already reaching for something to cover his marked up skin. Dean can hear Sam padding across the floor.
“Where’s your brother?”
“He just got in the shower as I got out.”
4-Kansas
Sam’s giggle makes Dean happier than he can ever remember being. So he keeps tickling the spot on his back that is producing it, without caring about whether or not anyone can hear them. It’s the middle of the night anyway and Sam’s crawled into his bed, despite the fact that they’re built for twelve year olds.
The marks are near all gone to scars, and though he can’t see them in the dark, he knows where every single on of them is and Sam is naked and in his arms, long legs twined around his own, pinning him to the bed…not that he’s going anywhere. Dean…damn…
Dean knows what it means, feels what it means. He squirms because he can feel his fingers too, drifting down his own healing back and it’s ticklish but fucking sexy and Sam’s breath his hot as he moves in to kiss him. Dean’s found that he can touch Sammy without moving, wrap his mind around his cock to stroke him in a way that makes Sam melt.
Sam’s hands fist in Dean’s sheets and he keens…high pitched and Dean grins, loving the look on his face. Dean….god….Dean…yes, there…god…
Then Sam freezes and Dean follows. Sam cover’s Dean’s mouth and listens. Dad?
You okay, Sam?
Sam’s face goes white and Dean collapses backward on the bed. Yeah Dad…can’t sleep.
Want something?
Sam shakes his head and Dean feels him pushing the connection away. No, I’m fine. “Damn, Dean. We have to be more careful.”
Dean’s grin is wicked. “You be more careful….I’m going to finish what I started.” He pushes Sam onto his back, swallowing his cock before Sam can say another word.
5-Kansas, barn
Dean’s body was glistening in the light of the setting sun. He’d taken to whatever work Amos needed done, working to get his body back into fighting shape. Sam had taken to finding a place where he could watch. There was something about the sweat and the feeling of Dean’s muscles moving under his own skin that made him burn with lust.
It was the barn, the hay loft. Sam relaxed against the hay, his eyes closed, his hand in his pants, stroking himself to the memory of watching Dean digging a post hole just outside. Dean was moving toward him, cussing lightly as Sam’s hand on his cock made Dean’s respond. Sam…stairs…god…stop…just for minute…
Sam didn’t open his eyes as Dean fell into the hay beside him, just resumed his stroking. The scent of Dean’s sweat was strong and his groan told Sam all he needed to know. Sam pulled his fly down to give himself more room…”Sam…” Dean’s hands pulled at Sam’s t-shirt, fisting in the thin material and pulling him in for a wet, sloppy kiss.
Sam pushed Dean down into the hay and reached for his fly, releasing his hard cock and teasing it with one hand while he continued stroking his own. The combined sensation was too much for either of them to last long and Dean arched up and yelled out as he came, a strangled, wordless sound that made Sam laugh, until he saw his father’s head below them.
“Boys! Dinner!” Sam collapsed against Dean in an effort not to be seen as Dean tucked himself back into his jeans.
“Um…yeah, okay…be there in a minute.” Sam called, brushing hay from Dean’s back as he sat up and pulled away.
John was already headed back to the house and Sam broke up laughing, pointing to Dean’s head as he climbed to his feet. “You got a little…hay…” He brushed it out of Dean’s hair before kissing him soundly. “We have got to get back on the road.”
Oh yeah…I want you all to myself...for a month....
Ok, I have 3 for you. You can pick whichever you want to do
1 - In your Very Dark Wincest 'verse, 5 times Dad almost catches Sam/Dean having sex.
2 - 5 times Sam wanted to call Dean while at Stanford but didn't
3 - Dean's top 5 favorite dates
I went with the first one for now...maybe more later.
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing: Sam/Dean
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Set in the "Very Dark Wincest" 'Verse, 5 times along the way John nearly discovered his sons engaging in physical activity...
Warnings...Incest...m/m sex, no dark stuff...just fluffy sex goodness...as it sometimes should be...
5 times Dad almost catches Sam/Dean having sex (in the Very Dark Wincest Verse)
1-Palo Alto
Its stupid, with the motel right there, the room already paid for, but Dean’s spent the last two hours pointedly not thinking about pulling off the road into a field and pressing Sam against the leather of the back seat…so much so that it was the only thing he could think about when they did finally stop.
They’d argued, which had become pretty much foreplay. Angry silence stretched the miles until finally Sam had smiled. Two hours….that tentative smile that was an apology and a promise and a “please fuck me now” sign…at least to Dean.
Dean’s not polite about, doesn’t ask as Sam leans into the backseat to retrieve his bag, he pushes, pulls the door closed. “Shut up, Sammy.” Zipper down, jeans shoved just enough. Sam’s laughing and moaning as Dean wriggles to get just a little deeper and he’s coming already…and Sam’s back pocket is vibrating, sending waves of Oh.My.God. into Dean’s already softening dick.
Sam’s big hand pulls his phone out around Dean’s hands and cock and thumbs a button. “Yeah, Dad. We’re here. Where are you?” Sam quirks a smile at his brother and points out the window. “Room 21? We’re in 12. Or we will be in a minute.” Sam hung up the phone and jerked his hips. “Dude…put that thing away and get off me.”
2-Reno
Sam’s still bruised and broken and it hurts Dean to even look at him, but Sam needs him. They didn’t get far after the hospital released Sam and Garrett got away, but Sam had wanted out of California, away from…and Dean was happy to oblige. Even their father had come along, citing a case he could work in Reno.
The nightmare woke Dean, Sam’s thrashing bruising his legs. Dean settled his arms around Sam, kissing the back of his neck. John stirred on the next bed and Dean stiffened, he’d nearly forgotten their father was in the same room. Sam quieted under Dean’s hands and lips, rolling closer so that they were face to face. His eyes opened, hooded, needy.
Sam guided Dean’s hand down between his legs, closing his eyes as his fingers closed over his already hard cock. “Sammy.” Dean hissed and Sam kissed him.
“Please.” Dean squeezed a little and Sam’s cock twitched. Sam’s breath was hot on his face, his eyes half closed, his mouth open. Then Sam’s hand closed over his own erection and Dean gasped. “Shh…”
Sam’s fingers slid over the tip and around the head and Dean bucked toward him, his own hand stuttering.
A few feet away, John shifted in the bed and they froze. “Dean?”
“Nightmare Dad. Sam had a nightmare.”
“Everything okay?”
“Yeah Dad. Go back to sleep.”
They lay silently with their hands on each other’s cocks listening as their father rolled over and his breathing slowly went back to the shallow, relaxed rhythm of sleep. Sam smiled and ducked his head. They let go of one another together and Dean kissed his forehead. “When he leaves in the morning, I am going to finish this.”
“Promise?”
Dean smiled in the dark and kissed him, their tongues dancing together. “Promise.”
3-El Paso
Dean was in the shower when Sam woke up. Their father was no where to be seen. He had dreamed about sex…about Dean on his knees sucking his cock…and woke up hard and horny. He slipped into the bathroom, grinning at Dean through the transparent shower curtain. “What?”
“Make room.”
“You showered last night.”
“Don’t want a shower.” His kiss was harder than he meant it, but Dean responded by pulling him in under the water, his free hand instantly circling Sam’s cock. “Want you.” Sam whispered.
Dean kissed his way over Sam’s chest, guiding him back against the wall before sliding down to one knee and licking at the pre-cum already oozing from his brother. “This what you want Sammy?”
He grunted and thrust forward and Dean chuckled before taking him in his mouth and swirling his tongue around him. Sam’s only warning that he was coming was a hand on Dean’s head, and Dean choked a little as it filled his mouth...because at that exact moment they can hear the door to the motel room open and their father’s voice calling. “Sam? Dean?”
Dean sits back and Sam pat’s his head, already stepping out of the shower and wrapping a towel around him. “Right here Dad.” Sam steps out of the bathroom, already reaching for something to cover his marked up skin. Dean can hear Sam padding across the floor.
“Where’s your brother?”
“He just got in the shower as I got out.”
4-Kansas
Sam’s giggle makes Dean happier than he can ever remember being. So he keeps tickling the spot on his back that is producing it, without caring about whether or not anyone can hear them. It’s the middle of the night anyway and Sam’s crawled into his bed, despite the fact that they’re built for twelve year olds.
The marks are near all gone to scars, and though he can’t see them in the dark, he knows where every single on of them is and Sam is naked and in his arms, long legs twined around his own, pinning him to the bed…not that he’s going anywhere. Dean…damn…
Dean knows what it means, feels what it means. He squirms because he can feel his fingers too, drifting down his own healing back and it’s ticklish but fucking sexy and Sam’s breath his hot as he moves in to kiss him. Dean’s found that he can touch Sammy without moving, wrap his mind around his cock to stroke him in a way that makes Sam melt.
Sam’s hands fist in Dean’s sheets and he keens…high pitched and Dean grins, loving the look on his face. Dean….god….Dean…yes, there…god…
Then Sam freezes and Dean follows. Sam cover’s Dean’s mouth and listens. Dad?
You okay, Sam?
Sam’s face goes white and Dean collapses backward on the bed. Yeah Dad…can’t sleep.
Want something?
Sam shakes his head and Dean feels him pushing the connection away. No, I’m fine. “Damn, Dean. We have to be more careful.”
Dean’s grin is wicked. “You be more careful….I’m going to finish what I started.” He pushes Sam onto his back, swallowing his cock before Sam can say another word.
5-Kansas, barn
Dean’s body was glistening in the light of the setting sun. He’d taken to whatever work Amos needed done, working to get his body back into fighting shape. Sam had taken to finding a place where he could watch. There was something about the sweat and the feeling of Dean’s muscles moving under his own skin that made him burn with lust.
It was the barn, the hay loft. Sam relaxed against the hay, his eyes closed, his hand in his pants, stroking himself to the memory of watching Dean digging a post hole just outside. Dean was moving toward him, cussing lightly as Sam’s hand on his cock made Dean’s respond. Sam…stairs…god…stop…just for minute…
Sam didn’t open his eyes as Dean fell into the hay beside him, just resumed his stroking. The scent of Dean’s sweat was strong and his groan told Sam all he needed to know. Sam pulled his fly down to give himself more room…”Sam…” Dean’s hands pulled at Sam’s t-shirt, fisting in the thin material and pulling him in for a wet, sloppy kiss.
Sam pushed Dean down into the hay and reached for his fly, releasing his hard cock and teasing it with one hand while he continued stroking his own. The combined sensation was too much for either of them to last long and Dean arched up and yelled out as he came, a strangled, wordless sound that made Sam laugh, until he saw his father’s head below them.
“Boys! Dinner!” Sam collapsed against Dean in an effort not to be seen as Dean tucked himself back into his jeans.
“Um…yeah, okay…be there in a minute.” Sam called, brushing hay from Dean’s back as he sat up and pulled away.
John was already headed back to the house and Sam broke up laughing, pointing to Dean’s head as he climbed to his feet. “You got a little…hay…” He brushed it out of Dean’s hair before kissing him soundly. “We have got to get back on the road.”
Oh yeah…I want you all to myself...for a month....