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Title:..........Just Like Jericho
Author:.......ilikecrystals
Pairings:.....Dean/Sam
Scenario:....Wincest/Angst
Summary: ..Follow up to "Wishes and Near Misses", Sam's walls fall down and he's left with nowhere to hide. Additional Character: Ruby
Author's Notes/Warnings: This story contains WINCEST erotica. If you don't like this topic, please don't read. Song lyrics below by Joni Mitchell.
Blame my fellow author Dianna Wickham for this one, readers! She gave me a plot bunny that refused to leave me alone so here you have Chapter 1.
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Just like Jericho
Let these walls come tumbling down
Let them fall right on the ground
Let all these dogs go running free
The wild and the gentle dogs
Kenneled in me.
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Sam has Dean right where he wants him.
This is how he likes his brother, gasping and wriggling underneath the lapping of Sam's tongue, straining his body up so Sam can have better access, fists gripping and twisting at the air from the sheer pleasure surging through him.
Sam licks across one nipple slowly as he moves his body over Dean's, bumping and grinding his crotch down into his brother's, the naked swollen dicks between them straining and pushing against each other. He scores a trail of wet across to the other nipple, circling around the hardening nub before he kisses his way back up to Dean's mouth and roughly takes his lips, pushing them apart to swirl his tongue against Dean's, matching the slide of his tongue to the rhythm of his hips below.
Dean tries to pull his arms down from where Sam has them captured on the bed above him but Sam tightens his grip around Dean's wrists, breaking the kiss to give his brother an admonishing look, shaking his head, lips back on Dean's so the pressure waxes and wanes, turning the kiss into something new, something more.
Dean tries to pull Sam back in, wanting his tongue, wanting his taste but Sam keeps it light, feathering across Dean's lips, only dipping in to taste quickly, tantalizing and teasing until Dean growls up at him.
"Sam, come on, please!"
Sam chuckles against his mouth, the warm vibrations of lips on lips giving them both shivers and Sam does as Dean asks, swooping in to push him open, tongue thrusting in to lick and slide against Dean's and the flickers of passion in Sam's belly surge up, flaming out into his legs and gut as he bucks his hips into his brother's.
He loves the next part the best, where he works his way down Dean's body to take that sweet dick in his mouth.
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Jesus, the things that kid can do with his tongue! There ought be a law against how good Sam can make him feel, how he brings him here, to this place, where he's a quivering lump that bears no resemblance to the stalwart soldier of ten minutes ago.
Sam's kisses are usually so soft and gentle that when he turns up the heat, forcing Dean, owning him, Dean can hardly stand it, thrilled with the roughness, the frantic tongue that pulls him in and lays open his heart, searching for his essence, finding the flame inside and cranking open the flue so it burns bright and hot.
It leaves Dean helpless and gasping, sure that Sam's kissed his very soul right out of him and all Dean wants is more, more of those lips and that tongue, more of the hunger because he knows all Sam's shown him is the tip of the iceberg.
Dean knows there's so much more passion burning inside of Sam but something makes Sam hold it back, only letting himself go so far, showing just so much and no more. Sam hides it well, letting it out in dribbles, not like Dean who opens up the floodgates and lets it all go.
Dean wants just one of these days for Sam to just open it up, let his walls fall down and show him all that fire, all that raw hunger that's inside, let it loose to run wild and free. Then, when Sam's there, feral and snarling, that's when Dean wants Sam to take him, down and dirty, and fuck him until he loses his mind. Damn, Dean can't wait for that day.
Christ, Sam's moving down now, sliding over his body with that maddening tongue, leaving a cool wet trail in his path that tickles and picks at Dean's skin, making him shiver with anticipation as Sam moves closer, closer to his cock and he strains up against Sam's body where it rubs against him. Sam's finally let his hands go so now Dean can tangle his fingers in that beautifully dark hair, guiding that hot mouth down lower and Sam lets him, bless his luscious little heart.
Sam's rubbing his nose against Dean's dick, tickling the tip with his bangs, and Dean groans, urging Sam down, "Use your tongue, Sammy…"
He feels it, hot and wet, sliding up from the base, lapping up the length of him and oh, shit, does that feel good! Sam licks around the top, circling slowly, tickling every taste out of him and Dean sighs and rocks up into that wonderful world, closing his eyes and just feeling that sensuous tongue pulling on every nerve, every fiber of him, taking him closer and closer to the sky.
Sam's mouth covers him, warm and wet, wrapping him in liquid fire, tongue moving faster as Dean grips Sam's hair, hanging on tight, bucking his hips up to meet those soft, sweet lips that open wide and take him in. He feels the white-hot flicks of pleasure shooting up into his gut, balls tightening as Sam increases the rhythm, making low moans in his throat like he's never tasted anything so good.
Dean feels his thighs trembling and tries to still them but he's gone beyond control, Sam has the reins, it's all Sam's tongue and mouth and hands that roam over him, flicking over his nipples and tickling down his body so that he twitches at every pull, every suck until he's gone and it's only his cock now, that sweet rush of fire that billows out of him. He's riding the waves, going higher with each break, each crest, gasping and grunting, almost there, almost-
It bursts out, rushes through and down and rocks over him, hips jerking up into Sam's mouth, his body rigid and then releasing, his grip on Sam's hair locked and Sam is sucking him down, drinking deep, holding onto his hips as he empties himself into that warm sweet cavern.
"Mmm" Sam hums against him as Dean lay gasping for breath, muscles trembling with release as Dean falls back against the mattress. Before he can take in a deep breath, before he can recover, his legs are pushed up and Sam's spreading his ass wide, pulling him open and that wonderful, freaking, poking tongue is swirling around him and into him, shooting sweet sparks of pleasure up his legs and into his belly.
Dean hears himself rasping out a low moan and tries to tell Sam how good, how delicious his tongue feels, how it's making his insides all hot and wanting, needing Sam to be inside him, to fill him up, but all he can manage is a whispered, "Jesus, Sammy…"
Sam's fingers come next, long and gentle, that go up and up, spreading lube and pleasure at the same time, opening him, readying Dean for the delights still to come.
He opens his eyes as Sam moves up, staring deep into his brother's gaze and feels the tip of Sam's dick nudging into him. He starts to breathe deeply, trying to consciously relax his internal muscles to let Sam get in easier, knowing the pain is coming but he'll get past that soon enough and then, God, it'll be so good and feel so nice.
Sam pushes in, slow, steady, stopping when Dean's muscles clamp down but not pulling out, just waiting until Dean gets control and releases him. Grunt by grunt, inch by inch, he's filled with Sam, that big long dick that just feels so perfect, so right inside and once he's in, Sam's mouth is back on his, sliding his tongue against Dean's, kissing him passionately, deeply and Dean gives it right back, hands gripping the back of Sam's neck, holding him in place.
He feels Sam sliding out and moans at the loss only to have his breath ripped away as Sam shoves back in fast and they don't break the kiss but instead gasp and huff into each other's mouths as Sam falls into a nice steady rhythm and Dean holds on tight, letting Sam ride him as hard as he wants.
Faster now, deeper, Sam is pulling Dean's hips down just as he thrusts up, and he goes in him so frigging far that Dean can't catch his breath and Sam's going harder now, spearing into him sharp and fierce and he's gonna come soon, Dean can feel it throbbing, ready-
Sam grunts into him, "God, Dean, holy shit-"
And jerks his hips into him again, thrusting deep, before his back stiffens, rigid, breath rushing out in a huff as he shoots his load into Dean, stroking in and out to get the last and Dean pulls him close, feeling the trembles rack through Sam's body as he gasps into Dean's neck.
Sam pulls out and the loss of him inside makes Dean sigh with regret. He feels Sam crawl up next to him and throw an arm and leg over him to cuddle. He rubs Sam's arm gently and gives a sigh of contentment.
There are a lot worse ways to spend a Sunday afternoon than loving on his brother.
"You sound happy." Sam mutters in his ear, still trying to catch his breath.
"Pretty damn happy, yup." Dean has a shit-eating grin on his face that he can't seem to wipe off.
"Me, too." Sam nuzzles in closer and his sigh is even bigger, more content than Dean's was.
"Sure am glad we got rid of that hitchhiking demon so quick. We didn't have to wait so long to get to do this."
Sam lifts his head and stares at Dean, his eyes sparking with anger, "It still pisses me off that I couldn't take out a freaking demon anymore and we ended up having to use the knife. I should be stronger than that. How am I supposed to protect you, protect us if I can't even take out one demon anymore? How the hell am I supposed to kill Lillith?"
"Sammy, I like that your powers are getting weaker. I'm sorry but I do. They scare me and you scare me when you're using them. We have the knife and that's been good enough all this time. We'll find a way to kill Lillith and stop the apocalypse, just the way we always have, with skill and smarts. We don't need that psychic shit, dude. Don't look back, man."
"Dean-" Sam shakes his head, "You don't understand."
Dean scowls, "Well, enlighten me."
"I need it, Dean. I need that feeling, that rush that I get when I'm sending a demon back to hell. It gives me--shit, I don't know how to describe it. It fills me up and the more I get, the more I need. It's like –"
"Sounds to me like you're addicted to it, Sam. How is that a good thing?"
Sam sighs heavy, "Like I said, you don't understand…"
He leans down to grab the blanket and covers them up, tucking it around them and curling up again next to Dean.
"Sam-"
"I don't want to talk anymore, Dean, please. Let's just sleep."
Dean knows better. He knows his brother and this isn't finished, not by a long shot but he can't figure out what Sam's going to do about it. It's not like he can get any more power once this is gone and for that Dean's extremely grateful. He'll be glad to leave this psychic demon killing shit behind them.
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Dean jerks awake, instantly alert, not knowing what woke him but something is off, something is wrong and he hears furtive mumbling coming from the bathroom, the door ajar to let out a small sliver of light. He rolls over and looks at the empty bed next to him, narrowing his eyes suspiciously.
The muttering in the bathroom stops and the light shuts off. Dean lays back down and closes his eyes, hearing Sam come near the bed, feeling his brother's eyes on him. He evens out his breathing, hoping Sam will think he's still asleep and sure enough, Sam moves away and Dean hears rustling and then comes the rasp of a zipper, quiet steps on the floor and the snick of a deadbolt being turned. The door swings open and cool air wafts across his cheek before he hears the door close again.
He feels anger lick up inside him. Only Ruby can make Sam sneak around like this.
He jumps out of bed and strides to the window, yanking a shirt over his head and grabbing his pants, pulling them on as he spies on his brother. Sam's standing just outside in the parking lot, his back to Dean, waiting for something.
Dean shrugs on his jacket, seeing the car outside pull up and Sam talks to the driver for a moment before getting into the passenger side. They drive away just as Dean opens up the door and makes a beeline for the Impala.
He backs out quickly, leaving the lights off and gunning the engine, keeping the other car in his sights, avoiding the street lights so Sam won't catch on he's being followed.
The car pulls into a parking lot at another motel, and drives up to an end unit. Sam gets out, slamming the door and sure enough, Ruby gets out of the driver's seat, closing the door and walking up to the room with Sam.
Dean jogs quietly over to the window and crouches low, peeking through the drapes that aren't pulled all the way and that offer him a clear view of the bed. He sees Sam sit down on the bed and Ruby climbs on top of him, straddling his crotch.
Dean scowls. What the fuck? Sam sure can't want to get laid so what is this shit?
He sees Ruby bare a forearm and take up a knife, watching her slice a deep cut through her skin, the blood welling up quickly. She reaches for Sam, wrapping an arm around his neck and pulling him forward. He grabs her arm and-
What in the Christ is he fucking doing? Oh, shit, he's not gonna…
Sam has his mouth pressed over Ruby's arm, sucking on the cut, slurping down her blood, drinking like he's dying of thirst and Ruby has her head thrown back, eyes closed like it's the best feeling in the world.
Suddenly, Dean knows.
He knows everything with crystal clarity, what Sam was doing all the time Dean was in hell, how Sam and Ruby trained together, how they've grown so close to each other and mostly, how Sam's power has gotten so strong so quickly.
A wave of nausea hits Dean as he watches his brother, his baby brother, drinking the bitch demon's blood like he's a goddamn Dracula or something. He fights to stop from hurling, a cold, clammy sweat breaking out on his forehead and he puts his head down, closing his eyes against the sight as he pulls in slow, deep breaths until the feeling passes.
The coldest anger he's ever known starts licking at him, working its way over his spine, into his gut and over his heart. The stark betrayal at the lies, at the loss of trust leaves him breathless and he clenches his fists white, shaking all over, the rage overwhelming him, consuming him.
Dean clenches his jaw tight and stalks around to the door, his adrenaline racing through his blood, wanting to kill something, wanting to rip that bitch apart, that fucking skanky bitch who made his brother into this monster.
He kicks the door in with all his might and slams through it.
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Ruby gives a squeak of surprise when she sees him and yanks her arm away from Sam's mouth, falling off him onto the floor.
Sam sits there, eyes half-closed in rapture at the demon strength he's got now flowing through his veins, his chin covered in blood and realizes suddenly that Ruby's gone, his meal ticket disappeared and he growls his displeasure.
"Sam!" Ruby screams at him and he comes to awareness in a heartbeat, seeing Ruby jump up and back up against the wall and-
His heart starts pounding like a jackhammer in his chest.
Holy Fuck, it's Dean. Dean is standing there, staring at him.
The look in Dean's eyes…
Sam can't stand how Dean's looking at him, like he's the most loathsome, despicable creature on the face of the earth.
He wipes his mouth, his eyes pleading with his brother to try to understand, to still love him and want him but Dean's face is a stone, cold and dead and it rips Sam apart to see him standing there, broken and bleeding right in front of him.
He just broke Dean completely, Sam can see it in his eyes, shattered him more than hell ever could because Sam betrayed him, Sam cut him down, wounded him too deep to ever heal and Dean just stares at him, old and lifeless.
Sam sees himself as he must look through Dean's eyes and he's ashamed, repulsed by himself and unworthy of his brother's love.
"Dean-" Sam stutters out.
Dean's eyes are locked on his, a deep cutting sadness shines out of them and he shakes his head slowly, whispering, "You're not my brother anymore-"
And he's gone, as quickly as he came and Sam struggles to his feet, running to the door, yelling Dean's name even as he sees the Impala speed away into the night.
Sam knows he just lost his brother for good and he collapses onto the ground, puking his guts out onto the black pavement, shaking and crying, crying for Dean.
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