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Title: A Winchester Halloween
Author: ello_kitty
Pairing: Sam/Dean *wincest*
Rating: Hard R, bordering NC-17
Summary: A short story about how the brothers spend the holiday.
WARNING: Incestuous content. No real spoilers.
X-posted a bunch of places
A Winchester Halloween
by Ello_Kitty
October 31st brings stinging light into Sam’s eyes. He wakes up with a crick in his back, a matching pain in his neck and a buzzing warmth heating his chin. Once his eyes adjust to the light, he realizes he must have fallen asleep while searching the net, his body hunched over in a chair, head dropped down against a table. His laptop is warm right below his face, charging from the wall outlet and Sam realizes after a moment that the only reason he didn’t wake up with keyboard-cheek is because his big brother had the decency to stuff a pillow in between.
He rights his head, discovers the ache in his neck and his chin falls down into a wet patch. He must have really passed out -- there’s a drool spot on the pillow case. Sam grimaces and drags a hand up to the table to check for more. Dean emerges from the bathroom just as he’s inspecting the tiny grooves around the laptop keys, making sure his drool didn’t sluice it’s way underneath. Dean breezes past him and Sam sleepily drags his fingers to the home row, disguising his search for bodily fluids.
“Morning starshine,” Dean smiles and Sam peers up at him, groping for the cup of coffee in his outstretched hand.
Sam tries his best to straighten without putting himself in anymore pain, but fails and slumps back into the chair he slept in, cradling the warm, styrofoam coffee cup in both hands and sipping it gingerly. Eventually he sits up, pushes the soaked-corner pillow out of the way and glides a finger across the pad of his hibernating computer. It whirrs and clicks, brings him to his desktop where the 7 sites he was browsing through the night before a still stacked. The control panel is open, which he didn’t do, along with the volume configuration window and some error message he hasn’t seen before. That’s what you get when you fall asleep on your keyboard, he’s reprimanding himself as the bed behind him creaks under Dean’s weight.
“We do have a bed you know. Motels are good like that.”
Sam scoffs and chucks the pillow behind him. He doesn’t even have to look to know that Dean’s caught the drippy corner as he hears a groan of disgust and the previously tossed pillow returns, thoofing against the back of his head. The curser on his desktop slides, and Sam’s head bends just enough to notice the date on his toolbar.
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Halloween. It occurs to Sam that they may have forgotten it altogether, or maybe that they’ve just chosen not to talk about it. He makes a breakfast run -- special K and a short stack special -- and drags himself into the shower once they’ve eaten.
Dean sneaks out while Sam’s showering. He gets him a candy bar, something big and chocolaty with a smooth caramel inside. Sam eyes it quickly after stepping from the bathroom, smiles big like he knew Dean wouldn’t forget, reaches inside his duffel and throws his brother a box of twinkies.
Dean grins that sparkling grin of his, only this time Sam can practically see his sweet tooth shining. He tears the box open while Sam maneuvers the small bath towel around his waist to sit on the bed. He peels back the wrapper on his candy bar and sinks his teeth in. The chocolate softens and warms under his fingers and once the caramel reaches his tongue, his mouth floods with saliva and he can feel his sweet tooth singing. Next to him, Dean’s dumped the box of individually wrapped treats onto the bed. There are already two empty wrappers on the floor, coated at the ends with creamy residue. Sam watches as he grabs another, pops it open and bites into the soft, spongy cake. He finishes the sugary treat in 3 bites or less and eyes Sam watching his lips curl around the cream filled creation. Dean smiles with his mouth full, winks and Sam smirks with his tongue lolling around a hunk of sticky caramel.
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They watch a Ghostbusters marathon on the SciFi channel. Dean licks chocolate off Sam’s fingertips and sucks the caramel out of his molars. He’s fully clothed, moving over his freshly showered brother, who’s wet towel has fallen with a slump onto the dingy motel carpet. Dean’s worn levis scratch Sam’s naked thighs and he can feel Sam’s nipples pebble against his own through the warm cotton of his shirt. He feeds off his brothers mouth, laving at the chocolate stained lips, hips rocking at the taste of his baby brother immersed in velvety milk chocolate. It’s sugary, hot and Sammy and Dean’s hard already.
He shoves a knee between Sam’s legs, the scratchy jean material brushing over his brother’s aching erection. Sam runs his hands underneath Dean’s shirt, palming the smooth hot skin before cupping Dean’s ass and pulling their hips together. He pants and rocks between his brother and the motel sheets, all long golden muscles and dark bangs over big eyes.
Dean feels fingers at his zipper and shortly Sam’s worked his large hand all the way in, setting familiar pace on his hard length. Dean wraps his hand around Sam and together they work each other over, slowly, foreheads pressed together, while Sam pants and Dean bites at his swollen lips. Dean gets lost in the cadence of Sam’s hips and the feel of Sam’s merciless fingers sliding over his nipples. He feels his baby brother’s soft lips on his ear, warm puffing breath then wet heat against the lobe and he’s done; head falling into his brother’s neck, groaning, hips pumping. Sam feels the slick, body-warm release dribble onto his chest and god, he’s close. He puts a hand on Dean’s shoulder, urging him and Dean picks up the pace.
There’s static in the background, a distant almost echoing sound of crackling noise and shouting from the TV. Dean’s free hand slides into Sam’s sweaty hair and he moves up just enough, warm breath coasting and lips sucking at his brother’s neck. It’s enough and Sam stills, rocking his hips then keening, body vibrating through his orgasm. His release splashes against Dean’s slowly drying on his chest. A droplet of come reaches the underside of Dean’s chin and Sam peers out through heavy lidded eyes as Dean scoops it with his fingertip and feeds it back to Sam’s hungry lips.
The TV’s still on, only slightly louder because Dean’s leaning on the remote. They hear more static, yelling and then, “Nice shootin’ tex!”
Dean can’t help but laugh at the perverted coincidence and Sam chuckles too, foremost remembering Dean saying that to him when he was 6, targeting shooting his first gun. Dean notices Sam staring off into the distance and he drags him back, pulling him into his gaze, holding him in the here and now. He gives him a smile and Sam can’t help but smile back. Dean kicks his jeans off his ankles and they curl into each other, kissing hot and lazy while the Ghostbusters fight pesky spirits on TV. As Sam Winchester hardens beneath his brother’s warm tongue, he thinks it’s nice to let someone else handle the job for a change.
(Whatcha think?? Feedback appreciated)
Author: ello_kitty
Pairing: Sam/Dean *wincest*
Rating: Hard R, bordering NC-17
Summary: A short story about how the brothers spend the holiday.
WARNING: Incestuous content. No real spoilers.
X-posted a bunch of places
A Winchester Halloween
by Ello_Kitty
October 31st brings stinging light into Sam’s eyes. He wakes up with a crick in his back, a matching pain in his neck and a buzzing warmth heating his chin. Once his eyes adjust to the light, he realizes he must have fallen asleep while searching the net, his body hunched over in a chair, head dropped down against a table. His laptop is warm right below his face, charging from the wall outlet and Sam realizes after a moment that the only reason he didn’t wake up with keyboard-cheek is because his big brother had the decency to stuff a pillow in between.
He rights his head, discovers the ache in his neck and his chin falls down into a wet patch. He must have really passed out -- there’s a drool spot on the pillow case. Sam grimaces and drags a hand up to the table to check for more. Dean emerges from the bathroom just as he’s inspecting the tiny grooves around the laptop keys, making sure his drool didn’t sluice it’s way underneath. Dean breezes past him and Sam sleepily drags his fingers to the home row, disguising his search for bodily fluids.
“Morning starshine,” Dean smiles and Sam peers up at him, groping for the cup of coffee in his outstretched hand.
Sam tries his best to straighten without putting himself in anymore pain, but fails and slumps back into the chair he slept in, cradling the warm, styrofoam coffee cup in both hands and sipping it gingerly. Eventually he sits up, pushes the soaked-corner pillow out of the way and glides a finger across the pad of his hibernating computer. It whirrs and clicks, brings him to his desktop where the 7 sites he was browsing through the night before a still stacked. The control panel is open, which he didn’t do, along with the volume configuration window and some error message he hasn’t seen before. That’s what you get when you fall asleep on your keyboard, he’s reprimanding himself as the bed behind him creaks under Dean’s weight.
“We do have a bed you know. Motels are good like that.”
Sam scoffs and chucks the pillow behind him. He doesn’t even have to look to know that Dean’s caught the drippy corner as he hears a groan of disgust and the previously tossed pillow returns, thoofing against the back of his head. The curser on his desktop slides, and Sam’s head bends just enough to notice the date on his toolbar.
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Halloween. It occurs to Sam that they may have forgotten it altogether, or maybe that they’ve just chosen not to talk about it. He makes a breakfast run -- special K and a short stack special -- and drags himself into the shower once they’ve eaten.
Dean sneaks out while Sam’s showering. He gets him a candy bar, something big and chocolaty with a smooth caramel inside. Sam eyes it quickly after stepping from the bathroom, smiles big like he knew Dean wouldn’t forget, reaches inside his duffel and throws his brother a box of twinkies.
Dean grins that sparkling grin of his, only this time Sam can practically see his sweet tooth shining. He tears the box open while Sam maneuvers the small bath towel around his waist to sit on the bed. He peels back the wrapper on his candy bar and sinks his teeth in. The chocolate softens and warms under his fingers and once the caramel reaches his tongue, his mouth floods with saliva and he can feel his sweet tooth singing. Next to him, Dean’s dumped the box of individually wrapped treats onto the bed. There are already two empty wrappers on the floor, coated at the ends with creamy residue. Sam watches as he grabs another, pops it open and bites into the soft, spongy cake. He finishes the sugary treat in 3 bites or less and eyes Sam watching his lips curl around the cream filled creation. Dean smiles with his mouth full, winks and Sam smirks with his tongue lolling around a hunk of sticky caramel.
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They watch a Ghostbusters marathon on the SciFi channel. Dean licks chocolate off Sam’s fingertips and sucks the caramel out of his molars. He’s fully clothed, moving over his freshly showered brother, who’s wet towel has fallen with a slump onto the dingy motel carpet. Dean’s worn levis scratch Sam’s naked thighs and he can feel Sam’s nipples pebble against his own through the warm cotton of his shirt. He feeds off his brothers mouth, laving at the chocolate stained lips, hips rocking at the taste of his baby brother immersed in velvety milk chocolate. It’s sugary, hot and Sammy and Dean’s hard already.
He shoves a knee between Sam’s legs, the scratchy jean material brushing over his brother’s aching erection. Sam runs his hands underneath Dean’s shirt, palming the smooth hot skin before cupping Dean’s ass and pulling their hips together. He pants and rocks between his brother and the motel sheets, all long golden muscles and dark bangs over big eyes.
Dean feels fingers at his zipper and shortly Sam’s worked his large hand all the way in, setting familiar pace on his hard length. Dean wraps his hand around Sam and together they work each other over, slowly, foreheads pressed together, while Sam pants and Dean bites at his swollen lips. Dean gets lost in the cadence of Sam’s hips and the feel of Sam’s merciless fingers sliding over his nipples. He feels his baby brother’s soft lips on his ear, warm puffing breath then wet heat against the lobe and he’s done; head falling into his brother’s neck, groaning, hips pumping. Sam feels the slick, body-warm release dribble onto his chest and god, he’s close. He puts a hand on Dean’s shoulder, urging him and Dean picks up the pace.
There’s static in the background, a distant almost echoing sound of crackling noise and shouting from the TV. Dean’s free hand slides into Sam’s sweaty hair and he moves up just enough, warm breath coasting and lips sucking at his brother’s neck. It’s enough and Sam stills, rocking his hips then keening, body vibrating through his orgasm. His release splashes against Dean’s slowly drying on his chest. A droplet of come reaches the underside of Dean’s chin and Sam peers out through heavy lidded eyes as Dean scoops it with his fingertip and feeds it back to Sam’s hungry lips.
The TV’s still on, only slightly louder because Dean’s leaning on the remote. They hear more static, yelling and then, “Nice shootin’ tex!”
Dean can’t help but laugh at the perverted coincidence and Sam chuckles too, foremost remembering Dean saying that to him when he was 6, targeting shooting his first gun. Dean notices Sam staring off into the distance and he drags him back, pulling him into his gaze, holding him in the here and now. He gives him a smile and Sam can’t help but smile back. Dean kicks his jeans off his ankles and they curl into each other, kissing hot and lazy while the Ghostbusters fight pesky spirits on TV. As Sam Winchester hardens beneath his brother’s warm tongue, he thinks it’s nice to let someone else handle the job for a change.
(Whatcha think?? Feedback appreciated)