Falling In Reverse #1
Title: Falling in Reverse # 1
Author writersmirth
Character(s)/Pairing: Dean/Sam
Theme: 08. Secret
Word Count: 708
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer:All Supernatural characters are the brain children of Erik Kripke, and are used here solely for entertainment purposes. No profit comes from the posting of this story. No copyright infringement intended.
Summary: Sam sees Dean after many years apart. Warning Wincest.
Warnings/Author Notes: All mistakes are mine. No real spoilers. Written for spn_snapshots
Falling in Reverse
Sam wasn’t sure it was a wonderful sign or a sign of disaster, but soon he knew that the error was of his own doing. Strapped with enough arsonal to blow any man away, he stepped outside of the gift store and began the journey towards Dean’s house.
It had been a long time, some ten years and he recalled while passing the local pie stand next to the subway steps; when all it took to make his brother smile was a big breasted blond and a home cooked beef pie. Now with the angel dead, Bobby long gone and burned to dust and Gabriel making sick jokes about pulling Dean into an parallel universe where Cas was still alive, Sam couldn’t recall the last time he had seen his brother smile.
Dean’s depressive nature was a deterrent for usual visits and put a strain on their once somewhat healthy relationship. Still, he had made the effort to make the trip after leaving his job at a local law firm back up state and his boyfriend of only a few months who persistently complained about his and Dean’s relationship, saying that he couldn’t understand the incesteous and co-dependent needs the two had for one another. It hadn’t taken Sam long to realise the man would never understand. Who could?
None of it mattered though, not when his brother hadn’t seen the sunshine since the last century and spend his time ordering food from Meals on Wheels, just so he wouldn’t have to face the outside world. If he’d only stayed a little longer and fought the battle alongside Dean than Cas wouldn’t be dead and Dean and Cas would probably be living somewhere like Long Island or somewhere remote and cosy with two kids and a couple of hot asian housekeepers to keep things interesting. Right now chocolate and pumpkin pie seemed like a stupid idea and condoms; ‘Gabriels suggestion’ was even worse.
Nearing Dean’s house, Sam stood out front a few houses down and dumped the presents tucked under his arm in a nearby garbage bin. Candy and Pastry could numb the memories, but they would never ease the pain that they all still felt with Cas’s loss. Sam screwed up his fists, thinking about all the selfish things he had done to exclude Dean from his life and any progress he had made. Just thinking about the years his brother had wasted away in that house, alone and living the life of a hermit, trapped in his own tormented cave burned an inferno of rage tearing through Sam’s body.
When the sing song sound of Cas’s voice lingered in the air, haunting him and thick with blame it took on an all a whole new level.
“It’s not my fault Cas,” Sam yelled, fist thumping the garbage can. The lid slipped down onto the road, rolling a bit and nearly hitting a car traveling along at a snail pace. The driver scowled at Sam as they drove past. It was enough to pull him in line, he turned around and looked up at Dean’s sad eyes peeping through an open curtain. The same room Cas had died in. Suddenly, Sam’s hand stung and all thoughts were replaced with an urgency he had been denying for too long. As he neared the gate Dean’s front door swung open and his brother stepped into the afternoon light.
Feelings stirred inside him. Anger, frustration, resentment and agony.
“Nice to see you still know how to suit up,” Dean said, a worn smile tugging at his cheeks.
Sam’s eyebrows raised, he cocked his head to the side. “Huh?”
Dean shook his head. “T.V reference. I got cable. Don’t shoot me,” he said holding his hands up above his head.
Sam smiled, loving that familiar jovial sound of his brother's voice as Dean stepped closer, slowly, until his arms enveloped him in a high so tight it stirred something deeper. Instantly, despite the thoughts he tried to keep at bay; Sam felt himself harden.
“I’ve missed you Sam,” Dean said pulling away. His hand caressing his cheek.
“I know,” Sam said, pulling his coat over his crotch to cover his shame. “I’ve missed you too.”
Author writersmirth
Character(s)/Pairing: Dean/Sam
Theme: 08. Secret
Word Count: 708
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer:All Supernatural characters are the brain children of Erik Kripke, and are used here solely for entertainment purposes. No profit comes from the posting of this story. No copyright infringement intended.
Summary: Sam sees Dean after many years apart. Warning Wincest.
Warnings/Author Notes: All mistakes are mine. No real spoilers. Written for spn_snapshots
Falling in Reverse
Sam wasn’t sure it was a wonderful sign or a sign of disaster, but soon he knew that the error was of his own doing. Strapped with enough arsonal to blow any man away, he stepped outside of the gift store and began the journey towards Dean’s house.
It had been a long time, some ten years and he recalled while passing the local pie stand next to the subway steps; when all it took to make his brother smile was a big breasted blond and a home cooked beef pie. Now with the angel dead, Bobby long gone and burned to dust and Gabriel making sick jokes about pulling Dean into an parallel universe where Cas was still alive, Sam couldn’t recall the last time he had seen his brother smile.
Dean’s depressive nature was a deterrent for usual visits and put a strain on their once somewhat healthy relationship. Still, he had made the effort to make the trip after leaving his job at a local law firm back up state and his boyfriend of only a few months who persistently complained about his and Dean’s relationship, saying that he couldn’t understand the incesteous and co-dependent needs the two had for one another. It hadn’t taken Sam long to realise the man would never understand. Who could?
None of it mattered though, not when his brother hadn’t seen the sunshine since the last century and spend his time ordering food from Meals on Wheels, just so he wouldn’t have to face the outside world. If he’d only stayed a little longer and fought the battle alongside Dean than Cas wouldn’t be dead and Dean and Cas would probably be living somewhere like Long Island or somewhere remote and cosy with two kids and a couple of hot asian housekeepers to keep things interesting. Right now chocolate and pumpkin pie seemed like a stupid idea and condoms; ‘Gabriels suggestion’ was even worse.
Nearing Dean’s house, Sam stood out front a few houses down and dumped the presents tucked under his arm in a nearby garbage bin. Candy and Pastry could numb the memories, but they would never ease the pain that they all still felt with Cas’s loss. Sam screwed up his fists, thinking about all the selfish things he had done to exclude Dean from his life and any progress he had made. Just thinking about the years his brother had wasted away in that house, alone and living the life of a hermit, trapped in his own tormented cave burned an inferno of rage tearing through Sam’s body.
When the sing song sound of Cas’s voice lingered in the air, haunting him and thick with blame it took on an all a whole new level.
“It’s not my fault Cas,” Sam yelled, fist thumping the garbage can. The lid slipped down onto the road, rolling a bit and nearly hitting a car traveling along at a snail pace. The driver scowled at Sam as they drove past. It was enough to pull him in line, he turned around and looked up at Dean’s sad eyes peeping through an open curtain. The same room Cas had died in. Suddenly, Sam’s hand stung and all thoughts were replaced with an urgency he had been denying for too long. As he neared the gate Dean’s front door swung open and his brother stepped into the afternoon light.
Feelings stirred inside him. Anger, frustration, resentment and agony.
“Nice to see you still know how to suit up,” Dean said, a worn smile tugging at his cheeks.
Sam’s eyebrows raised, he cocked his head to the side. “Huh?”
Dean shook his head. “T.V reference. I got cable. Don’t shoot me,” he said holding his hands up above his head.
Sam smiled, loving that familiar jovial sound of his brother's voice as Dean stepped closer, slowly, until his arms enveloped him in a high so tight it stirred something deeper. Instantly, despite the thoughts he tried to keep at bay; Sam felt himself harden.
“I’ve missed you Sam,” Dean said pulling away. His hand caressing his cheek.
“I know,” Sam said, pulling his coat over his crotch to cover his shame. “I’ve missed you too.”