Title: Mother-of-All Mistakes
Summary: Dean and Sam are in California after a hunt and a sexual wave for each other washes over them and they enjoy some mishaps and guilt. Wincest!
Pairing: Dean/Sam
Rated: M just to be safe because the SCENE is a little involved (: also some swearing. This is WINCEST if you don't like don't read because it has nothing to do with the actors just the TV series
Disclaimer: Characters owned by the writers of Supernatural(Eric Kripke and Bob Singer), Plot owned my me. I guess there is a SPOILER about the Mother-of-All involvement, but I made of the powers, of her creating the emotions and being able to make objects disappear, up.
Mother-of-All Mistakes
A depressing silence clipped over them as if they had just crashed into the ground. Sam Winchester sat as far to the right as possible keeping his eyes locked on the window not daring to look over at his brother. Dean sat his arm pressed against the driver's door like he was waiting for the right moment to jump out of the car to safety. His hands clasped firmly around the steering wheel and his eyes not looking up from the unlit road.
Can we talk about it, those five words swam in the pit of the younger's stomach, his throat too dry to spit out the phrase and his mind to numb to hear the two lettered response that his brother would reply with. Knowing Dean, he would just keep the same phrase locked in his chest with all of his other problems and take all that confusion and anger out on the creatures that the two brother's would face and had faced.
The only explanation for the event that had occurred only minutes ago was the Mother-of-All. If she could create monsters out of thin air only to be utterly destroyed by electricity, then she could easily plant such erotic ideas and thoughts through the two brother's minds. This unloaded only more sexual frustration to the boys who now sat in silence in the early mornings of a Sunday.
Only 10 minutes earlier…
Eyes didn't dare peel from the Californian twists of the hills and mountains, which were formed into roads. But a wave of heat and sensuality flushed over the elder as he heard the movement of unsettlement of denim colliding with a leather seat. Something was not right, but it felt so different. Sam peered over at Dean, the curves of his face suddenly looked very right to him, he wanted with all restraint to reach out and touch those divots.
Sam squirmed even more. Dean suddenly pulled over to the side.
It never crossed their mind, only for those split seconds where they were called "antiquers" or when they were asked if they'd like "two queens or a king?" But that was it, because they were brothers for one thing and they had slept with several women in the past, at least Dean had. It made sense, their lives were so messed up and they were on the roads together for such a long time. They were each other's all, their entire lives, the only relationship that they were able to preserve, one that hadn't died like the rest had.
Sam blinked and looked over to see that in pure darkness Dean's green eyes were lit with lust from the moonlight. The next motion was quick. Sam's thin, but muscular frame was being pulled onto Dean's lap, boots being kicked off in the process. Jackets where thrown over the back of the seat as Dean's hands grabbed Sam's collar and yanked him forward so that their lips met in a passion unlike any other. Dean's hands expertly undid his brother's shirt and then tossed it in the passenger seat as Sam began to pull Dean's shirt over his head and left it forgotten on the floor.
Sam dove down and attacked Dean's lips as Dean lowered his hands down the younger's body and stopped at the waistline of his jeans and moved to the front where his hands connected with the button and zipper and yanked both open. Sam moaned and leaned against Dean's body for support as Dean put his hand inside Sam's pants and grabbed his dick hard. Dean sucked on his brother's neck and Sam moaned while bucking forward against Dean's erection making a sweet noise erupt from Dean's throat. They jerked in a sweet rhythm, forgetting about everything and only wanting to get closer and move harder and faster, something that they couldn't receive from any woman.
"De…" Sam panted for his older brother, Dean's hand quickly becoming sticky with a white liquid. Sam's passionate orgasm caused Dean to come almost immediately after, Sam's name dripping off his tongue. Dean pulled the his hand out of Sam's pants and felt the warm spot in his own pants and Sam wrapped his hands in Dean's hair and kissed him hard and passionately. Dean then brought his hand to his lips and licked his fingers clean causing Sam to roll his hips forward and then violently jerk backwards and hit the horn with his butt.
The feeling or sexual pleasure was quickly diminished just as quickly as it came. The feeling of guilt spread all over them, they knew that this was wrong and reality crashed back down on them. The Mother-of-All had given them a quick experience of a sexual life between the two and then took it away only leaving memories and feelings of confusion and frustration.
Sam quickly jumped off his brother's lap and slid to the farthest possible space away from his brother and put his shirt back on. His hair looked like sex and Dean scrambled to get their jackets and his shirt. He passed Sam his without any eye contact and got redressed looking at the spot on his pants where he had come violently while thinking about his brother, an emotion that had almost been completely erased by now. Within minutes they were driving again, no words.
Now…
Sam found it hard to find sleep being repeatedly jerked around in the Impala and was reminded about how his brother and him had acted at first. His eyes were heavy though, but he needed stillness to find sleep.
A flash of dusty light lit up his face as he saw the sign to a ratty motel on the side of the road. He peeled his eyes from the sign and looked at the clock.
3:23 a.m.
He couldn't remember how long he had drifted to and from sleep, but it was a waste of time as he crawled out of the car and lazily walked to the check-in. A woman sat with a magazine, she was at a motherly age and looked up when Sam entered the small room. She peered over his shoulder to where Dean was opening the trunk. She then looked at his neck and smiled. A dark hickey sat low on his neck, not covered by his jacket; Sam hadn't inspected himself since the previous encounter with his brother.
"A king then," she smiled, "that's all he have, but I'm sure you two won't mind," he noticed her stare and brought his hand to his neck. "There's no need to be embarrassed," she smiled, "just be safe." He blushed darkly and muttered thanks while taking the key from her hand. "You two have fun." Even how uncomfortable he felt, it wouldn't be able to mask the feeling he felt when he met Dean outside and then they opened the room to present a single king sized bed.
"That's all they had left," Sam muttered the first words they had spoken to each other since the hunt.
"You should go take a shower."
"Dean…" Sam looked over, Dean looked pained.
"I don't want to talk about it," Dean snapped.
"But-"
"Samuel," Dean snapped and slammed the door. Sam stood shocked, Dean only called him by his full name if he was really angry, which was obvious right now. "Let's just shower and go to bed."
"I-I can sleep on the floor," Sam suggested, Dean nodded not going to even try to reason with him.
"Alright…"
There was a pregnant silence.
"Will we…" Sam began, "will we talk about it?" Dean sighed heavily, not yet looking at his brother.
"Our lives," Dean began, "have jumped from normal to abnormal-"
"Our lives were never normal, Dean," Sam added.
"Yes, but…this was a new strange for us," Dean sighed, "this wasn't something that we would've planned-" he stopped himself, "just go shower, kid, we'll talk in the morning." Sam then paused as Dean crawled onto the bed and chucked off all the pillows and lay on top of the sheets. Sam exited to the bathroom and turned on the water as hot as it could go. He took a short shower letting the steam clear his mind.
When he walked out, Dean was at the table with coffee in his hands. Without a word or a look he walked into the bathroom and took a shower. Sam quickly got changed, his mouth no longer tasted like Dean, it was instead replaced by minty toothpaste and a small sip of Dean's coffee. He resigned to the closet where he pulled out an extra blanket and fixed his pillows and then fell to sleep.
Dean stepped over him 15 minutes later, he was dressed in boxers and a t-shirt and grabbed the extra pillow that Sam wasn't using, but had been. Dean inhaled the clean scent of Sam; he shook softly in his sleep, only letting a few tears fall free and stain the pillow's cover. His lay on his side, his back to his brother.
Sunday, June 5th, 10a.m.
There was no alarm this morning; there was just the soft glow of the morning sun that tried to peek through the scatter of clouds. The elder brother woke up, his eyes blinking against the light. He sat up slowly and stretched his back. The full smack of reality hit him as he looked over at his who was sleeping on the floor in a painful position. He slowly got up; his feet met the ground softly.
He walked around the sleeping man and sat on the chair in the kitchen. He restarted the coffee and had a cup in his hand within 10 minutes; he got out another for Sam and then waited.
If they were going to talk, which was Dean's duty as an older brother, they'd talk sooner than later.
"Sammy," Dean sing-songed as he tapped Sam with his foot forcefully. The younger groaned and flipped over mumbling something incoherent, "come on, its 10:30."
"Lemme sleep s'more."
"No," Dean said, "that's an order, wake up." He kicked Sam a little harder than he wanted in the side and Sam winced, but sat up. His back was in a lot of pain from lying on the ground with three pillows. He shakily got up and then walked over into the kitchen and filled the mug that was set out for him with coffee.
He eased into a seat and locked his eyes on his drink. Dean looked out the window and then sighed heavily.
"We need to talk about this," Dean stated and Sam looked up.
"I know," he whispered, he felt really dirty, but Dean felt dirtier.
"What we did was wrong."
"I know."
"And if I could take it back I would."
"I know."
"But I can't."
"I know."
"As I'm sure you figured out, we are getting close to uncovering the Mother-of-All, she back lashed us by throwing us into this frustration of sexuality. By making us do…those things…she enabled herself more time while we try to contemplate what occurred last night."
Sam nodded, thinking that he must've been thinking about this a lot and maybe used a thesaurus because some of those words would've never come out of his mouth on their own.
"Since we are putting everything on the table." Metaphorically speaking. "Is there anything you'd like to add?"
Sam's face warmed up, he gripped his coffee tighter. "I don't…I'm just confused."
"I know," Dean sighed, "we've preserved ourselves as brothers for such a long time, I just…I'm at a loss for words, too."
"Yeah," Sam said. He really did appreciate how Dean was acting, not trying to force Sam to say anything because this was a very sensitive matter. "But we can talk about it," he added, "just to talk about any confusion we may have?"
"Yeah," Dean added softly. They both shifted uncomfortably in their seats. Sam licked his lips on impulse. Dean noticed and turned away.
The lighter brunette finally looked up and noticed his brother was staring at him. "De," the other said and Dean nodded. He stood up. Dean walked around the side of the table to Sam; Sam had his coffee pressed to his lips when he looked up. There was a huge crash outside followed by lots of yelling
Dean ran to the window and tore the drapes open.
"The hell!" he yelled and sprinted over to the door and it flew open. Sitting in their spot was not the Impala but a motorcycle. "Where's my baby!" he shrieked and Sam ran over to join his horrified brother. A man was standing and a bag of bagels was now sitting in the grass.
"It just…transformed," the man said, "like Transformers." Sam looked over and the man was wearing a Transformers t-shirt.
"Transformers has to do with robots, dumb-shit," Dean shouted angrily and went over to the motorcycle, which was black like his Impala. "Not a car to a motorcycle." Dean's eyes teared up.
"You're kidding," Sam said and walked over to where a single bag lay on pavement next to the Impala, "where the hell are our tools?"
"Get dressed," Dean yelled.
The phone rang at Bobby's house.
"Hello," Bobby answered, he was cooking lunch on the stove.
Bobby, it's Sam –My baby! My fucking baby!
"Was that Dean?"
Yeah we encountered…a problem.
"You messed with her, didn't you?" Bobby lectured, "I told you what the Mother-of-All can do to you, and you messed with her anyways?"
We didn't think-
"Of course not, you igit! You two don't think."
Yes but- My baby! Dean! Shut up will you!
"Well, what did she do? I'm gonna need to know it all, to figure what she's going to plan next."
She turned the Impala into a motorcycle, she took some weapons too.
"Is that what Dean is bitching and moaning about?"
YES! Yes.
"Alright the thing to remember is that she just traded you car, it should've appeared somewhere close, maybe near my house, I could do a once over in my lot. She would've transferred it somewhere to throw you off track."
We figured as much…
"Anything else?"
Well…Sammy don't fucking go there, earlier was a mistake. I know that but he has to know. Damn it Sam! Then go outside!
"Damn it boy, quit fighting and tell me what else she did."
She had me give Sammy a hand job and make out with him.
It was quiet for a second.
It wasn't my idea.
"I know that boy…she just wanted to mess with you two even more. How are you two handling."
We're just PEACHY! *the door then slammed in the background* We're holding up, Bobby. Dean's on the verge of snapping though.
"I can hear that. I want you two back here. I'm looking out my window right now and I think I see your car."
She doesn't want us in California then?
"You must be getting close. We'll all go back as a team once you get here."
Thanks Bobby.
"Stay safe, kid, tell me if anything else happens."
Will do.
Only they never made it to Bobby's house.
A/N: I hope you enjoyed! lol! Sorry for ending the story like that, I just wanted to throw in something unexpected. Thanks for reading. Comments are welcome. Sorry if there are any grammatical mistakes, I did proofread (: