Title: Feeling Blue

Author: Wincesteriffic Kaz

Info: Sam gets plowed on a bottle of blue liquor before a salt and burn and Dean takes it out of his backside…literally. Dean/Sam

Author's Note: More PWP. :P Sorry this one took so long to finish off. There were two novels completed and a few gen fics in the way. Lol This should be worth the wait though. Heh heh heh

Graphic depictions within.

Disclaimer: I don't own 'em but if I did…they'd never get dressed. Heh heh heh

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Sam moaned wantonly and grabbed Dean's face, thrusting his tongue into his mouth with a groan. He captured his brother's tongue and sucked on it, making Dean moan and gasp.

Dean pulled away with a breathless laugh and stood, taking a long look at his thoroughly debauched brother in the seat, pants pulled down and his once more hardening cock peeking out beneath his shirts and the look on his face was all sex. He shook himself and stepped back. "Ghost then bondage, dude."

Sam snickered while Dean closed the door and he enjoyed watching Dean trying to tuck himself back in his pants, grab the shovel and walk away into the cemetery. He let his head roll into the window and sighed happily. "M'gettin' tied up." He opened his eyes and saw Dean looking back at him with a hand pressing into his crotch and snorted. "S'awesome."

Chapter 2

Sam lay across the front seat of the Impala humming to himself. It was horribly off-key and he broke into giggles each time he thought of what Dean would have to say about it. Thinking of his brother made parts of him very happy and Sam rubbed a hand over the front of his jeans which he hadn't bothered to zip up. He palmed his slowly hardening cock and moaned. He was damn eager for Dean to get back and take him back to the hotel. "M'a get tied up," Sam slurred and started laughing again. "Hell…hell yeah." Sam sat up suddenly and leaned over the back seat. He felt around for his jacket and whooped in triumph when he came up with it.

"Nice." Sam fumbled a hand into the pocket and came out with a small flask that the man in the bar had given him. He grinned, unscrewed the cap and chugged the contents; more of the blue liquor. It warmed its way down his throat into his stomach and made his head do a pleasurable, lazy spin. He dropped the flask into the front seat with a gasp when he heard a shotgun go off. "Shit!"

Sam scrambled out of the car and stumbled to the low wall around the graveyard. He fell over it with a giggling snort and picked himself up; nothing but concern for his brother in his head. "Dean!" Sam staggered through the graveyard and heard the gun again. He followed the sound and finally saw the work light Dean had no doubt set up so he could dig. Sam grinned when he saw his brother standing alive and in one piece. "Dean! Hey!" Sam grunted as he walked into a headstone and folded over it until his hands were on the ground.

"Sammy? What the hell?" Dean yelled. He eyed the bushes a few yards away for any sign of his attacker and then went to his struggling, still very drunk little brother.

"Whoa…woo…woops. S'head…headshtone. Wash out for that." Sam snorted and grinned as he fell completely over the other side and stared up at Dean from the ground. "Y'ok?"

"Holy crap, dude." Dean ran a hand through his hair for patience as his little brother lay chuckling on the ground with his dick peeking out of his still open jeans. He bent down, took one of Sam's arms and hauled him back to his feet. "What part of stay in the damn car didn't translate for you?" He pushed Sam near the grave he'd been digging and shoved him back down to the ground. "Sit! Last thing I need is your drunk ass deciding to try and hug the ghost if it shows up. I'm almost done." He laughed. "I'd give you the shotgun but you'd probably hit me by mistake at this point."

"Ghost?" Sam asked and waved a hand at the shotgun.

Dean chuckled and shook his head. "One really pissed of skunk." He rolled his eyes when Sam burst into laughter and hopped back down in the grave. "Definitely takin' this outta your ass when I'm done, Sammy. Jesus."

Sam was reduced to hiccupping giggles while Dean dug and decided it was far too warm outside. Sam pulled his flannel off, balled it up and tossed it toward the grave. He scowled when it fell short. "Damn. Kay…got this." He worked his t-shirt off over his head and wrapped that in a ball and then threw it as hard as he could. It sailed through the air and fell as it opened into the grave and onto Dean's head. "Bullseye!"

"Oh, you little shit!" Dean laughed and pulled the shirt off his head. His little brother flopped bare-chested into the grass to point and giggle at the night sky. Dean frowned. "Dude, are you drunker than when I left you?"

"Flashk."

"F..what the hell is that?" Dean pried open the lid of the coffin and climbed out of the grave. "Sammy."

"Had a…guy ga'me'a flashk." Sam snorted again and stretched a hand out to run up the inside of Dean's leg. "All gone."

"Son of a bitch." Dean knocked Sam's hand off his leg and grabbed the salt and the lighter fluid. "Can't leave you alone for five damn minutes."

Sam watched in a fog while Dean salted and burned the grave. He blinked and smiled when his big brother was suddenly kneeling over him. "Toasht?"

Dean chuckled and grabbed Sam's arms. "Yeah, she's toast. Come on, gigantor." He cleaned up the gravesite, lugged Sam back to the car and held on to him all the way back to the motel once Sam decided he wanted to hang his head out of the passenger window at sixty miles an hour. Dean unloaded him into their room and shoved Sam down onto the single, king-size bed.

Sam went with a laugh and sprawled across the bed. "Hey…hey, Dean? Hey."

"What?" Dean smirked and pulled his bag up onto the bed. He was going to need a few things.

"Gon'…we gonna…" Sam flipped over to his stomach, pulled his open jeans down and pushed his backside into the air. "You sh..should tap this." And Sam slapped a palm into his own ass with a loud crack and a giggle.

Dean burst into laughter and ran a hand over his face. "Oh, I'm gonna little brother." He climbed onto the bed and rolled Sam over again. "Gimme." He grabbed one of Sam's hands and tugged it up to the headboard.

Sam snickered while Dean cuffed his left arm above him. "Nuh-uh." He pulled his right away when Dean reached for it and laughed while he wove it around and made Dean work for it.

Dean pounced his brother, pinning him to the bed and grabbed the swinging arm. "Gonna cost 'ya, Sammy." He quickly cuffed that hand as well and then crawled off the bed again to the bag. He pulled a long, supple leather thong out of the pocket and grinned when Sam's eyes widened. "Rule number one. You don't come til I say you can."

"Oh…oh fuck." Sam groaned when Dean bent over his waist and dragged his jeans the rest of the way off. He grinned when Dean wrapped a hand around his hardening cock and moaned at the feel of the leather cord pulling around his thigh.

"You think it's fun now." Dean smiled and deftly tied the leather around his brother's cock and balls; effectively preventing him from any release that Dean didn't give him. He bent and sucked Sam's dick into his mouth. He moaned at the flavor and Sam's unabashed shout of pleasure and then sat back up. "But I'm gonna have you beggin' and cryin' before I'm done, little brother."

Sam arched his hips up after his brother's mouth and frowned when Dean stood instead. "Come back here."

Dean chuckled and pulled his shirts off over his head. "Don't worry, Sammy. I promised to work that liquor outta you, didn't I?"

"Mmm." Sam hummed and smiled as he watched his brother peel the jeans down his hips, letting his cock bounce into view. Sam licked his lips.

Dean saw the look on Sam's face and grinned. "First thing I'm gonna do is give that mouth of yours something to do." He climbed back on the bed and over his brother. "In a minute." Dean bent and kissed Sam, licking his lips and then sucking his tongue; all while hovering over him just far enough that Sam couldn't get any friction for his cock no matter how he rolled his hips.

"Dean…Dean, come on. Please?" Sam whined when Dean bit along his jaw and down his neck. He gasped when Dean's mouth closed over the pulse in his neck and sucked.

"Mmm nowhere near enough begging yet." Dean sat back and dropped his hips to Sam's, letting their cocks rub together for a moment. He moaned with the sensation and allowed himself to wrap a hand around them both and give a few tugs.

Sam cried out and trembled with Dean jacking both of their cocks and closed his eyes. "Shit…yeah. Yeah. More!"

Dean grunted and let go. He moved and crawled up the bed. "Promised to fill that mouth."

Sam practically drooled as Dean swung a leg over his arms and straddled his head. "Oh shi…yeah. Lemme." He arched his head up and just managed to lick the base of Dean's cock so temptingly close to his face.

Dean reached down and grabbed Sam's thighs. He pulled them back and bent his brother near in half, propping them in place behind his arms as Dean bent over Sam's exposed hole and grinned. He looked down and used Sam's tongue to guide his cock into his little brother's mouth. Sam moaned around him and drove a groan out of him. "Suck it good, Sammy."

Sam wasn't sure this qualified as punishment. He loved sucking Dean's cock. He loved making his big brother whine and groan and he was damn good at it. He loosened his jaw and let Dean's cock slide into the back of his throat and Sam hollowed his cheeks as he sucked. He was startled and couldn't shout when he felt Dean's tongue lick over his hole.

Dean grinned as Sam bucked under him and made sure to keep his legs behind his arms. "Fuck, yeah." Dean groaned with Sam's mouth working around him and started a rhythm of bobbing his hips, fucking Sam's mouth while he stabbed his tongue into his brother. He tasted himself there still and it fanned his passion even higher along with the flavor that was so uniquely 'Sam' on his tongue. He could hear his little brother whimpering around his cock and feel the tremors passing through his body as Sam tried to writhe and couldn't in the position Dean was holding him in.

Each time Dean's cock pulled out of his throat, Sam cried out around him with pleasure. He could feel his brother's talented tongue licking and thrusting into him, opening him up again and then felt Dean's fingers slide into him alongside his tongue. Sam was close to tears with his cock straining hard and weeping between them. The need to come was almost overwhelming and he sucked all the harder on Dean's cock.

"Fuck!" Dean threw his head back and panted as Sam seemed to be doing his level best to make him come with his mouth. "Holy crap," Dean laughed breathlessly. He looked down so he could watch his cock driving in and out of Sam's open mouth; the saliva glistening on his chin and the way Sam's arms jerked in the handcuffs; so desperate to touch him. Dean pulled himself clear of Sam and leaned back, letting his brother's legs fall back to the bed.

"Dean! God...please…please lemme…" Sam's voice was wrecked and roughened and made Dean groan. "Sorry. Sorry I got washt…drunk."

Dean chuckled and climbed down his body and then turned around to face him. He slid his legs between his brothers and rocked Sam's knees back up on his arms. "You sure about that?"

Sam nodded furiously. "Yes. Yes, fuck…please, Dean. Please!"

Dean drove into him without warning and Sam almost screamed as his chest arched up into him. "Damn," Dean moaned and watched Sam lose himself in what Dean was giving him. He turned Sam's hips a little, dragging one leg up onto his shoulder and slammed into him again. Sam was wet from his tongue and still open from earlier in the night and the new angle let Dean pound into his sweet spot.

"DEAN!" Sam shouted it and yelled until he started to go hoarse, watching his big brother move over him and unable to do anything but let him. Dean was hitting his prostate on every thrust with a brutal force that drove Sam up the bed until his head was bumping the headboard. Tears of need fell down his cheeks into his hair with his bound cock bouncing between them and he didn't even have the words to beg anymore, the desire to come was so overpowering.

"That's it, Sammy," Dean gasped with his own release rushing toward him. Sam was so far gone in the pleasure he'd lost the use of his words; right where Dean wanted him. He leaned back and got a hand on his brother's cock, taking hold of the trailing end of the leather thong. "Come for me." He pulled the leather, yanking it loose and slammed home inside Sam one more time. Sam's whole body seemed to seize up for a moment as his back arched off the bed and then he screamed. Dean curled over him as Sam bucked wildly while come erupted from his freed cock to shoot up his chest and onto Sam's face.

"Sammy!" Dean leaned down and bit into his brother's neck as he came long and hard, pumping his seed inside him with his hips pounding a stuttering rhythm until finally Dean collapsed on top of him, gasping for breath with the intensity of it. "Fuck," he groaned softly. He took a minute to collect himself on top of Sam's heaving chest and then eased out of him to slide to the bed. Dean smiled when he looked up and found Sam unconscious, or damn close to it. He didn't want to move anytime in the next decade but he couldn't leave Sam like that. Dean rolled off the bed and steadied himself on the nightstand before he went to the bag. He took out the handcuff keys and then stopped in the bathroom for a damp towel before he came back.

Dean released Sam's arms and laid them down then he eased back onto the bed beside his little brother. He smiled when Sam gave a soft moan. "Comin' back to me, Sammy?" he asked quietly and wiped the cloth over Sam's face and then down his chest, cleaning him up.

Sam came back to himself and smiled when he felt his left hand being held and Dean's lips on his sore wrist. Sam opened his eyes and found Dean watching him from inches away. "Damn, Dean."

Dean chuckled and gave a little shrug. He pulled Sam's other hand over and gave the faintly red skin there the same treatment; kissing softly over it before laying it on his brother's stomach. "You still drunk?"

Sam smirked and rolled into Dean sluggishly, flinging an arm over his waist. "Not on liquor."

"Better." Dean reached down and tugged the blanket up over them and then gathered Sam into his chest. He rubbed a hand soothingly up and down his bare back until Sam sighed contentedly into his neck. "You good?"

"Hmm." Sam kissed the base of Dean's throat with a smile. "Think I like it when you get caveman on me."

Dean laughed and pressed a kiss into the top of his head. "You ever get that wasted on a job again, I'm gonna tie your ass up and leave you there until I'm done."

Sam shivered with a laugh. "Now THAT'S a threat." He said and wrapped himself more firmly around Dean as sleep began to steal over him.

Dean rolled to his back and pulled Sam with him until he was half sprawled over his chest. "You gotta tell me what the shit was called."

"Can't remember." Sam snorted and turned his head so he could hear Dean's heart beating under his ear.

"Guess we'll have to do a few taste tests then," Dean grinned at Sam's sleepy laugh and closed his eyes. "Night, bitch." He felt more than heard Sam's 'Jerk' with the warm puff of air into his chest and sighed happily. There were worse ways to end a hunt than fucking your drunk little brother's brains out.

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The End.

Coming soon - a new multi-chapter entry in the 'BYC Verse'