Title: Falling for you.
Chapter: 2/3
Author: SNfan3&Zenamydog
Rating: NC-17
Fandom: Supernatural
Characters/Pairing: Sam/Dean
Warnings: Wincest (First time)
Beta: Wenchpixie
Feedback: Yes Please! Anything constructive is always welcome!
Disclaimer: In our dreams!
Summery: Sam has a vision about a possible future with Dean.
A/N: Thank you for all your lovely reviews to the first chapter! Here is our second instalment, I hope you enjoy it! Please review - the more reviews, the faster we'll post the third chapter. (snfan3)
AN: LOL Yep! What she said! (Zenamydog)
Falling for You
Chapter Two
Morning light crept through the ancient motel curtains casting dappled light across the two brothers. Dean was propped up against the headboard, Sam wrapped safely within his arms. Resting peacefully Sam was oblivious to his brother's ever-watchful gaze as he slept with his head on Dean's shoulder sending gentle puffs of breath fluttering across Dean's neck.
Dean slowly became aware of each and every aching muscle in his body. Having spent all night watching his brother, being careful not to move him, every muscle was beginning to cramp, he couldn't sit still a moment longer.
Not to mention the fact that if he had to endure one more intimate breath trailing across his neck, the least of Sam's problems would be his broken rib.
As Dean cautiously untangled himself from his brother and started to rise, Sam opened his eyes and moaned.
"Aww man! Did you get the licence plate of that truck?"
Dean smiled, gathering his clothes, "Sorry bro, I was too busy watching your clumsy ass fall down the stairs" Dean laughed while moving towards the bathroom.
Rolling his eyes Sam slowly swung his legs over the side of the bed and began tentatively pushing himself up.
Rinsing the last of the soap from his body, Dean shut off the water and stepped gingerly onto the cold tiles. He dried himself quickly and pulled on the last of his clean clothes.
Still drying his hair as he exited the bathroom he was greeted with the sight of Sam on his knees clutching at his side and gasping for breath.
"Shit!" dropping the towel, Dean moved quickly to his brother's aid.
"That's it Sammy, I'm taking you to the doctor" his tone broached no room for argument.
Raising his head against the constricting pain, Sam merely nodded his consent.
oooOooo
Sam sat on the examination bed awaiting the arrival of the doctor while Dean paced anxiously next to him.
"Where the hell are they?" Dean grumbled. "God damn backwards hillbilly doctors, you could be dying in here for all they know."
"Settle down Dean" Sam wheezed. "I'm not dying and we've only been here a few minutes."
Dean shot Sam a disgruntled look, his face portraying an emotion somewhere between annoyance and concern.
At that moment the door swung open and a six foot, blue eyed, dark haired doctor walked in. He could have easily passed as a Calvin Klein model, a fact that was not lost on Dean when Sam looked up and eyed him from head to toe.
"Hello, I'm Dr. Dawson, I'll be your backwards hillbilly doctor for today" he said with a mischievous glint in his eye.
Dean blushed slightly and Sam couldn't help but laugh, causing him to grimace as pain flared through his side again.
Dr. Dawson moved quickly to Sam's side and lifted his shirt. "What happened here?" he queried, seeing the flourishing purple bruise on Sam's side.
"He fell down a flight of stairs" Dean answered.
"Have you had trouble breathing?" the doctor asked while removing Sam's shirt and placing his stethoscope on his chest.
"Yeah he has." Dean again responded for his brother. "Do you think he's damaged his lung?"
"I won't know that until we get him into x-ray" explained the doctor. He looked briefly at Dean then continued gently palpating Sam's side.
Sam winced, a stifled cry escaping his throat as the doctor pressed on a particularly sensitive area.
"Take it easy!" Dean said as he moved protectively towards his brother.
The Doctor motioned for Sam to lie down; undoing the top button of Sam's jeans, Dr. Dawson began pressing his fingers into the young hunter's lower abdomen.
Sam averted his eyes, colour rising in his cheeks as he became increasingly aware of the doctors touch.
It wasn't until Dean noticed the slight blush in Sam's cheeks that he realised that his brother was reacting to the doctor's hands.
He didn't know, he wasn't sure, but Dean felt something rise up in the pit of his stomach. He didn't like the idea of anyone else touching his Sammy, even though his mind told him it was necessary.
oooOooo
What seemed like hours later, Dean was finally settling a very doped up and drowsy Sam into the motel bed.
"You're damned lucky you're not in hospital with a punctured lung right now. I knew I should have taken you to get help last night."
Sam gave a large goofy grin. "It's not that bad Dean" he replied while poking himself in the side. "Look! It doesn't even hurt!"
"Stop that Sammy! Jesus Christ, the only reason you can't feel that is because you're as high as a frigging kite!" Dean growled while swatting his brother's hands away.
"Go to sleep Sammy, I'm going to go check the salt lines."
"Ok Deany" Sam grinned "I'll just lie here and look pretty."
Dean cocked his eyebrow and headed off to the motel door. God this is going to be a long night with Looney Tunes in the room. Dean thought.
Sam chuckled softly to himself as he snuggled down further under the covers.
"You know Deany... maybe that vision wasn't that bad after all."
Dean spun sharply back to his brother "Well it was bad enough to get you that broken rib." He intended to leave it at that, but curiosity took over.
"So Sammy..." Dean asked trying to act casual, "What else did you see in that vision then?"
"Oh you know... this and that, you and me" Sam slurred as his eyes finally fell closed and he surrendered to a drug induced sleep.
Dean stood, "What do you mean you and me…. exactly?"
But it was no use, Sam was already snoring softly.
oooOooo
Sam curled his long fingers around the back of his lovers neck as a trail of kisses was laid down his chest.
Chuckling softly, Sam drew his lover back to him.. "Not so fast" he said, eager to explore every inch of the glorious body above him.
He moaned as the warm body captured him in a deep, almost brutal kiss.
Running his hands south over lean muscles, Sam wrapped his large hand around Dean's cock.
Dean! Sam's eyes shot open
Sweat poured from his brow as he realised that his dream lover was his brother and that he had one of the most painful erections of his life.
Christ. He thought. Was that another vision? Usually their purpose is so we can change the outcome. What if I don't want to change this…….
TBC
