SPN: S&S: Adept
Challenge word: Adept
Meaning: very skilled; proficient; expert.
Word Count: 507
Time Frame: Teen to adult time frame. I see adult more than teen, but that's me.
Warnings/Spoilers: May possibly be out-of-character a smidge, but hey, sue me. Creative licensing. No wincest, but physical affection between two males. Depends on how twitchy you are. I see it more aww than eww, but hey.
Dean rolled his neck, grunting as the vertebra popped loudly in the quiet. His eyes never left the newspaper, and when he did it again not ten minutes later, Sam realized that Dean didn't even know he was doing it.
"Dude."
Green eyes flicked up, meeting frustrated hazel, and Dean's forehead wrinkled. "What?"
"Stop it. It's annoying, and you're gonna get arthritis in your neck when you're older." Dean shrugged, went back to his paper, and Sam shook his head, fingers clacking across the keyboard again.
Another crunch, and Sam huffed.
"Dean."
"Sorry!"
Not more than five minutes later, another pop, and Dean winced even before Sam opened his mouth. "What the hell?"
"Nothing, just…got a headache is all," Dean muttered, hunching in on himself a little. Sam rolled his eyes.
"Try aspirin, instead of breaking your damned neck."
"Took some earlier, didn't help." Sam sighed, and closed the laptop, setting it on the bed as he pushed himself off.
"Sit up." At Dean's panicked look, Sam laughed. "Chill, I'm not going to kill you. Sit up."
Wary, Dean did, flinching instinctively as Sam set his fingers on the back of Dean's neck. "For the love of god…"
"Shush." With adept fingers long-since trained, Sam gently felt up and along the vertebrae, noticing but not commenting as Dean shuddered when Sam's fingers slid into the short fine hairs at the base of his skull, or how Dean slowly relaxed as the touch slid down the back of his shirt to his shoulder blades. "Nothing's out, so stop popping them, before you fuck them up. You're just tense."
The words weren't even out of Sam's mouth before Dean was rolling his neck, and Sam didn't hesitate to cuff his older brother firmly. "OW!"
"Stop it." Sam smirked, and gripped his brother's neck, hauling his sibling up and out of the chair, leading him to the bed and shoving him roughly onto it. "Roll over."
Narrowed green eyes promised retaliation later. "I'm not indulging in your kinky fantasies Samantha."
Sam shrugged. "Roll over, or I make you." Dean glared harder, but obliged, bitching and muttering into the pillow.
"There, happy? Gonna read me a story too?"
"Shut it." Sam couldn't help but laugh as Dean went taut as a wire when Sam climbed onto the bed, straddling Dean's hips, settling his weight on his own heels, but leaving enough firm pressure to keep Dean in place. "Relax, I'm not stealing your virtue. Just relax, okay?"
Whatever Dean was about to snark in reply was lost in a groan as Sam started kneading his trapezius, fingers sure and firm. The callouses from years of handling weapons provided just enough traction, and Dean swallowed hard, struggling to keep from whimpering like a nancy. "God, you're such a girl."
"Yeah, but if it keeps you quiet…" Sam let it trail off, slowly finding and untwisting each knot he found with adeptness.
When he was done, Dean was out like a light, and Sam smirked, settling in to finish his research in peace.
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