Washing It All Away
Title:Washing It All Away.
Pairing:Sam/Dean
Rating: Adult,
Summary: Written for a kink meme prompt. Prompter requested the boys showering together after a hard hunt. Washing each other, maybe some exhausted kissing, but no sex. Just intimacy.
Disclaimer: SPN belongs to the CW and Kripke. I just amuse myself for fun, not profit.
Dean's still bitching when Sam half carries him through the motel room door.
"Can't believe you drove us home like this Sam! I'm never going to get that mess out of the car!"
Sam's been listening to this for the last half hour. If Dean hadn't been unconscious, he would have been listening to it for two hours and a quarter of that had been more than enough.
"You were hurt, Dean and that thing was still after us. I didn't exactly have time to clean up before taking off." He thinks he's going to strangle Dean if he doesn't shut up, but a glance at his brother's drawn, dazed face and blood covered clothes make him decide to take more helpful actions. The blood isn't Dean's, it belongs to the thing they were hunting, but Dean's clothes and hair are tacky with it and it can't be comfortable.
Sitting on the bed beside Dean, Sam reaches down and levers him up to a sitting position, grabbing his brother's shoulder to keep him from pitching forward.
"Take it easy, Dean, just hold still and let me get you out of these clothes."
Dean tries to push Sam away, but is too dizzy and uncoordinated to manage.
Sam grins, "Come on, Dean, it's not the first time I've undressed you."
"I knew it," Dean mumbles. "Just tryin' to take advantage of me."
"Wouldn't be hard tonight." Sam replies, pulling off Dean's socks and throwing them on the pile with the rest of his clothes, before standing up and starting to remove his own clothes.
"What're you doin', Sammy?"
"We're taking a shower, Dean."
"You're not dirty." Dean's voice is tired and confused.
"No, but I'm sore from all the exciting action tonight." Telling Dean he's not capable of cleaning himself up would just start an argument and Sam wants to avoid that if possible. "I need a nice hot shower and I'm sure by the time you're done all the hot water will be gone. So we're showering together. I know you love showering with me so let's get to it."
Putting an arm around Dean, Sam supports his brother into the bathroom and holds him while the water warms up. When it's hot enough, Sam lifts Dean into the tub and steps in after him. Sam wraps his arms around Dean's waist and just holds him tight for a minute, pressing kisses to his neck before leaning him forward so the spray soaks his head. The water runs red from all the blood in Dean's hair and Sam lathers up some shampoo and washes the taint of the beast away. When Dean's hair is clean, Sam soaps up his body, washing the sweat and grime of the hunt away.
Dean leans back into Sam's broad chest, enjoying the feel of his brother's hands on him while the water washes him clean. He twists his head around to find Sam's mouth and sighs as Sam relaxes, lowering his head to kiss Dean. With his brother's hands secure around his waist, Dean cautiously turns to face Sam.
"My turn," he murmurs into Sam's mouth. "Can't bend over to get the soap though, or my head might fall off."
Sam grins and squirts shampoo into Dean's hand, ducking his head so his brother doesn't have to move too much to lather up his hair. He can feel Dean's hands shaking as they move along his scalp so he tries to hurry things along by ducking his head into the water to rinse before Dean is done. He can't just stop Dean and get out without a mini-tussle in the shower and in the shape Dean is in he can't risk a fall. Dean surprises him by pulling Sam in for another kiss, then collapsing against his chest.
"Sorry, Sammy," he whispers. "Going to have to take my turn another time. I'll wash you twice next shower." Dean's voice trails off and he is out.
Sam wraps his arms tightly around Dean and bends down to press a kiss to the top of his head, then lifts his brother effortlessly in his arms and carries him to the bedroom, placing him on the bed away from the door. Returning to the bathroom, he towels himself dry and returns to dry Dean and move him to the other bed.
Sam gets into bed with Dean and positions him so his head is pillowed on Sam's chest, one arm across Sam's stomach. The beast they were hunting tonight is still out there and Sam knows he will have a fight on his hands to keep Dean from going back out before he is ready. He tightens his arms around his brother's body and presses another kiss to his forehead. He will keep his brother safe in his arms as long as possible, and he wishes he could wash away his fear as easily as he had the monster's blood.