Title: Do You Even Fucking Know What You Mean To Me?
Disclaimer: Don't own 'em
Chapter: 1/1, Short One Shot
Rating: N/C 17
Pairings: Sam/Dean, Wincest
Warnings: Language (Lots of Language), Smut, Violence, Wincest, Bottom!Dean
Spoilers: Up Through Season 7
Summary: Umm It's a short one shot, just read it! :p
One thing that John Winchester and Bobby Singer thought they'd never see was the youngest Winchester boy fucking the oldest into the floor like a rag doll. The only thing the oldest even seemed capable of saying was a litany of 'Sammy, Sammy, Sammy' and 'Oh God Sammy Don't Stop.' They could tell his face was a mixture of pain and pleasure of a first time as he was grabbing his Sammy by his muscled arms and burying his face into Sam's neck.
Dean couldn't even think straight beyond the fact that he needed this, that it felt so damn right to be this close to Sammy. Half wondered how long, why they hadn't done this before. Perhaps they both needed the push that Dean have given them tonight. All he could do was mouth at Sam's neck and hold onto his brother as Sammy practically held him down and fucked him into the floor. He knew Sam was pissed and scared and fuck, taking it out this way but hell, he didn't ever want Sam to stop. Fucking Christ he knew he was going to lose his brother over this, he would have to leave because this, this was so far beyond normal even by Winchester standards and Sammy couldn't live like this, wouldn't if Dean had his way, but fuck if he wasn't at least going to have one fucking amazing time of feeling Sammy love him this way. He might not be able to breath without Sam anymore, might constantly feel like he's drowning, but he'd deal with it for Sammy. Yeah, he can do anything for Sammy.
"Don't you even think it Dean, you are NOT leaving me after this, I don't care how your justifying it in that head of yours. I'll fucking handcuff you to me if I have to," Sam growled out on top of Dean. Ok knowing what Dean was thinking wasn't exactly new, but actually hearing him think it? That was weird and may need some examining later, but for now all he cared about was his damn, impossible, brother. He needed Dean to realize how much he cared, how much Sam loved him. "Do you get it now Dean? Do you fucking get what you mean to me?" After Dean only whimpered Sam added, "Promise me Dean, Promise me you'll never do that again."
As Dean promised Sam he let his right hand fall out to the side and that's when dawning came upon John and Bobby in the form of a neatly wrapped white bandage around Dean's wrist.
"I'm still so Fucking mad at you Dean," Sam said as he thrust harder into his brother making him whimper once again. "'I fucking love you Dean and you don't Ever. Get. To. Leave. Me, Get it?" Sam said punctuating each word with a sharp thrust.
"Yea Sammy, yea, yea, ok." Dean stuttered out as Sam drew his back up off the floor practically holding Dean to him as he continued thrusting and Dean stated sobbing.
"That's it Dean, finally. Let it out Dean, that's it baby. Let it all out, the sadness, the anger, everything. I know your hurting, and I know, I know your mad at me still Dean. Come on take it all out on me Dean."
And that was when the realization that Sam was partially using this to get Dean to finally show his emotion, to let everything out, dawned on the two father figures.
As the two boys continue on in their own twisted version of love-making, Winchester style, Ash shows up to collect John and Bobby. Upon seeing their faces and realizing what was finally happening he says, "Well it was expected, they are soul mates after all, the physical aspect of their relationship would always have happened in time, looks like they found their time."
As the three got ready to return to Heaven they saw Sam brush his thumb over a flushed, closed-eyed, completely sated, Dean's cheek and nose and whisper, "So fucking Beautiful Dean."
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Sorry guys this isn't really proof read at all! Ignore the run-ons! Was talked into writing this for my cuz, some of you know her... omg...she owes me, let it be known! :p