A/N: Hello! Welcome back to my little fantasy! Please keep hands and feet inside the cart at all moments. That means NO TOUCHING, FOR GOD'S SAKE!
Warnings for this Chapter: blow job, hand job, WINCEST, slash, anger at 3 AM, bad writing style
And, because I can't remember, DISCLAIMER: I don't own Supernatural. I'd be cool with owning me a Misha Collins, but, sadly, I don't. :'( Yeah, I'm pathetic.Sam POV (because I hate writing 3rd person)
Chapter 2
I opened my eyes to see Dean's face hanging right over mine. My first reaction was to jerk up. Which resulted in my face coming even closer to his. I jerked back and scrambled up the mattress. "Damn it Dean! Are you trying to give me a fucking heart attack?" I shouted as my heart slowed down to normal pace.
Dean fucking laughed. "Your face was priceless, Sammy!" he gasped out as he fell back on his bed. "Fucking unbelievable!"
I almost punched him, the jack ass. "Jerk," I muttered before opening my cell phone to check the time. "And at three in the morning? Are you insane, Dean?"
"Bitch. I just got in, you know."
"So you're drunk. Figures."
"Pfft. Wipe that bitch face off and get your ass up. We're going hunting." He picked up his bag and flung it on his bag. "And I'm not drunk. Just buzzed."
"Right. Buzzed. Go to sleep, Dean. It can wait till this afternoon, whatever it is. I'm tired so go to fucking sleep." I closed my eyes and rolled over.
"But Sam! This is important! The son of a bitch could run at any moment!" If Dean wouldn't kill me for saying it, I would have told him he was a whiny little bitch.
"What exactly are we hunting?" I asked, not rolling to face him.
"Just get up, Sammy. Its important."
"You've said," I dead panned. "Lay the fuck down and go to sleep." No one said I was pleasant to be around at three AM.
"But . . . Sam!" He was quiet a moment. "I'll give you a blow job if you get up."
I blinked once then frowned and rolled over to face him. "What the hell?" I said in a high voice he called my bitch voice. I lowered it a little. "You seriously are drunk, aren't you?"
He looked completely sober at the moment, but I knew better. "No, I'm not drunk, damn it! I'm buzzed! And this is fucking important! Now sit up and I'll blow you if you go with me."
I frowned at him. Not that I didn't want it, but the dream I was having was much better than a fucking blow job. "Dean. Shut up a minute and think. You seriously would blow your brother to do a case?"
He made an are-you-crazy? face at me. "Yes? Its an important case, Sammy!"
"Dean," I sighed. I looked into his eyes to see that he was more than 'buzzed.' "Just . . . no. Go to sleep."
He looked at me in outrage. "You're turning down a blow job? One of my blow jobs? Oh hell no. Pull down your pants," he demanded. His eyes were a bit wild.
"No! Dean, stop!" I said, smacking his hands away when he started to reach over. "Just stop. I'm . . . I'm not in the mood."
Dean looked at me. And looked. And looked. "Liar. I can see it. And you were moaning in your sleep. I think I heard something like a name. Maybe Diana. Something with a D."
I gulped and looked at the ceiling then back at him. "You really wanna do this hunt?" I muttered.
"Yeah. Yeah, I do. So drop 'em."
I rolled my eyes but slid down my sweat pants. I wasn't even hard from my dream any more. He groaned. "You're not hard, Sammy!" he whined.
"I've noticed, Dean," I said sarcastically. "I was, before your drunk ass woke me up."
He grinned as he dropped to his knees and damn that looked perfect, him between my legs. "Sammy was gettin' it on in dream land. Sounds like something you'd do." He put his finger tips on the rim of my boxers. "These are in the way, Sam." He looked up through his lashes at me and I almost reached down and kissed him, he looked so hot.
"Then take 'em off, Dean," I replied, my voice just a bit husky.
He slid his fingers under the elastic and pulled them down slowly, not moving his eyes from my expression. When he finally did, he looked surprised. "When did you get so big, Sammy?" he muttered before shifting to a more comfortable position. "Damn it, stand up!" he commanded.
I raised an eyebrow. "I think I'm a bit more dominate in this position right now," I commented as I stood. I walked to a wall and leaned back against it then Dean slid back down to his knees. I felt myself slowly getting hard as I stared down at him.
"Bitch," he said, his breath fanning over my cock and making me jolt.
"Argh, jerk," I growled, my arms flexing as I clenched my fists. I was now as hard as ever. Stupid Dean with his eyes and his body and his mouth and . . . . I lost my train of thought when Dean flicked his tongue over the head of my cock.
"You taste good, Sam," Dean said, looking up at me through his lashes again.
"Keep looking at me. Don't look down unless you have to," I demanded.
"Kinky, Sammy." He engulfed me in his mouth right after that sentence, not moving his eyes from mine.
I felt my eyes almost roll into the back of my head. Dean's mouth. On my cock. It was like a fucking dream come true. Then he started humming. The vibrations were delicious electricity as they ran around my body. "God, Dean!" I gasped, breaking eye contact so I could raise my face to the ceiling. "So fucking good . . . ."
He chuckled and I almost came from that. He pulled off with an obscene pop then licked me from base to tip like a damn lollipop.
"Dean!" I groaned, jerking a little. So good, oh so good. Better than my dreams, way better.
"Dreams, Sammy? You dream about my mouth around your cock?" Dean growled, looking up at me with lust blown eyes.
I said that out loud? Interesting. I gave a gruff laugh. "Don't you?" I questioned. "I heard the moans. The whispered Sam's or Sammy's. I'm not . . . ungh! . . . stupid Dean."
The dick bit me. Lightly, on the tip, but still! He bit me! "I never said you were," he murmured before sucking me back down his throat like a pro.
I moaned loudly, looking back down to watch his head bob on my cock. "Dean, I'm close. I'm - I'm about to- argh!" He bit me again! That son of a bitch fucking bit me again! But that was all it took. That little nibble made me shoot out hard down his throat. And that jerk swallowed down every single drop.
"Fuck," I gasped as I slid down the wall.
"Well? Best blow job ever?" Dean said proudly. He looked at me as he slid a hand into his jeans and started to jack off.
"Hardly. But you'll get better in time. Here, let me help." I batted his hand out of his pants, slid his jeans down, and wrapped my fingers around his stiff member. He moaned as soon as I tugged down. "Eager little thing, aren't you?" I said, smirking.
"Shut . . . ungh . . . your mouth unless - oh God, Sammy! - unless you're gonna use it for something else," Dean grunted out.
"Shut your mouth, Dean," I said, sliding my thumb over the tip of his cock. "Or I'll decide to put it pack in use on something more . . . productive."
Dean gave a bark of laughter. "You mean reproductive," he gasped as I ran my fingers lightly on the vein on the underside. "Feels good, Sammy. Much better than my dreams."
"Ah, so you admit it!" I said as I wrung his cock hard.
"Argh! Damn it, be careful! That fucking hurt!" Dean gasped as his cock gave an interesting twitch.
I laughed. "And you biting me didn't? You're such a retard."
"Hey, that was only a nibble. And - ungh, right there - you seemed to like it." He moaned out like a wonton whore when I slid my nails lightly across the head. "Fucking great, Sammy . . . ."
I smirked again. "I know. I want it to. I want you."
"That's great, because I want you." And then he was coming. Coming like it going out of style, he was going so hard. When he came down from his high he looked at me with a grin. "Lets never stop doing this," he said, his eyes doing back down to my cock which was hanging limply from my position on my hands and knees. "That looks pathetic. Lets make it all better." He pushed me on my back while his hands slid all over my body. "Up for round two, Sammy?" he murmured.
"Always."
A/N: Before you groan and whine at me, this isn't the end. I'm just messing around with the story line. Next chapter should be
