TITLE: So Many Tricks Up His Sleeve
AUTHOR: Me
RATING: The
hard side of PG-13?
DISCLAIMER: The show belongs to Eric Kripke.
I'm just playing in his sandbox and fully intend on returning his
toys when done.
PAIRING: Finally broke that Sam/Dean
barrier
SUMMARY: and God, it's soó
WORD COUNT: 196, I
think.
A/N: No actual spoilers for 2x15 (at least, to me), but it
would probably help if you've seen that episode. In my mind, this is
an AU-ish tag to the (hilarious) wrestle-fight scene in "Tall
Tales." For lissa_ann's Music Is My Boyfriend meme
request. This one is unbeta'd, so any mistakes are mine.
Head
full of ideas
let me tell you, that you wouldn't believe
and
he's got a heart made of pure gold
and something else, so many
tricks up his sleeve
- "You Wouldn't Believe," 311
So Many Tricks Up His Sleeve
One minute, you and Sammy are at each other's throats, you're throwing a veritable laundry list of wrong-doing back in his face, and then he's grabbing you by the front of your shirt, fisting his hands in the material and jerking you close, nearly hauling you off the ground. You half expect him to slug you, but he doesn't.
It's Sammy's mouth searing yours that hits you like a fist to the gutóliquid-red explosions behind your eyelids as his tongue probes your mouthóand God, it's soó
One of Sammy's hands trails under your rumpled shirt. He's panting, hot bursts against your neck, and, fuck.
You turn your head, manage a whisper against his ear. "Fuck, Sam, this is wrong."
Sammy's mouth curves near your ear, hand splaying wide and warm on your belly. "That mean you want me to stop?"
The few seconds it takes for you to slam up into Sammy and pull him hard against your chest is all the answer he needs.