Old Friend, New Friend CH 7
He stretched long and big causing his joints to crack as he buried himself deeper into the comforter; god, he had never slept that good before. Okay, he was definitely awake; when was the last time he had slept in a bed so comfortable, had a blanket so soft, a pillow so puffy. That would be, never in his whole life. Think Winchester, think, Sam yelled at himself.
The last thing he remebered was. . . . having sex with Scott- still gonna go to hell for that, he told himself, but he couldn't help think that it was the best sex he had ever come to have- and than he felt really tired, then nothing at all, just sweet blackness; no nightmares, no nothing.
"Wake up, Sleeping Beauty." Dean shook his brother none to gently; he knew today would be the day that they destroyed the devil, he could feel it in his gut. They had been here nearly three weeks and they had yet to attack and so had the demons, and now he found out that the devil was here too; it just didn't add up.
"Good morning to you to." Sam grumbled out as he threw the sheets off and swung his long legs over the edge. He looked around, noticing the different beds, before he could say a thing Dean beat him to the finish line.
"Son of the devil." Dean said simply as he started to sharpen the knife he kept at his shin.
"Where's Cas and Scott anyway?" Sam asked finally noticing that the angel and hybrid were gone.
Dean looked around the room as if only noticing this detail until now; though he did know and was board and annoying a just woken up Sam was fun. "Out."
"What do you mean out, Dean?" Sam asked, angery that his brother wasn't giving information Sam knew he had."Out, as in Demon slaying out. Or out, as in getting supplies out." Sam raised his a brow.
"How about, out, as in a stroll on the beach out." Dean gave his brother the pattind 'are you a fucking retard or what?' look. "Food, you dumb ass. And I'm hoping for a breakfast burrito." his stomach growled as if on cue.
"Down boy." Sam laughed before entering the bathroom.
He relieved his full bladder before going to the sink and washing his hands. Sam stared at his reflection, noting that he had the very rare after glow. The glow people get, usually virgins, after they had sex. He was actually surprised that Dean didn't notice. Yeah, but when Dean did find out, Sam was dead for sure; going to hell as always. He sighed, splashing cool water on his now coloured face. Heat exploded through out Sam's body, as he remembered the night before.
Sam sat on the ledge of the tub, his eyes closed in ecstasy; grey eyes, black hair, silky smooth skin. His hand trailed down his chest, reaching his waist band; he would do it quickly, Dean wouldn't have a clue. He worked his way under the band, sucking in a breath as the tips of his finger glided down his hard shaft, thumbing his slit when he reached the end.
He pictured Scott's smaller hand around his shafted, before quickly jamming his other in and fondled his balls. Sam spreed his legs as wide as he could, both hands stocking fast. He felt it coil in the pit of his stomach as he reached his climax. Sam's back arched on it's own accord, his mouth opened in a silent moan as his seed shot from his head soiling his boxers. He slumped forward, panting heavily at the after effects.
Sam stood slowly, feeling the wet slide of his cum against his thighs. He carefully pulled down his track pants, careful not to get any of his drying seed on the material. He kicked the pants away before taking off his night shirt and tossing it with his pants. Next he peeled the sticky material of his boxer away from his thighs, leaving on the floor in it's own soggy pile. Sam stepped in to the shower, washing his sinful seed away.
Dean sighed; he finished sharpening his own blades and was now doing the demon knife. He flipped the knife between his fingers a few times before tossing it in the air, catching it perfectly by the handle. Dean glanced around, satisfied when he heard the shower running. He stood jabbing the air full of non-existent demons, blocking a few times, and some more jabs; this was how desperate Dean Winchester was for a hunt of any kind. Dean did a a roll and crouch, his hand jerking side ways in a huge swipe-
Scott appeared in front of Dean, bag in hand. "Hey, Dean. I got your-" his voice cut off in a sharp inhale as a pain seared across his stomach. He glanced down, the begs dropping to the floor just as the the gash in his stomach crackled ice grey before it sealed it's self.
The knife in Dean's hand dropped to the floor, as he watched the bloody gash crackle grey- like it crackled orange on people possessed by demons- before sealing it's self under red blood. He stood up quickly, staring at Scott's bowed head. "Are you okay?" He demanded; god forbid he hurt the kid.
Scott nodded his head, still staring at his torn bloody shirt; he just got it this morning. His hand glided across the bloody cut in his yellow t-shirt, as his hand passed over, there was no more cut and no more blood.
"Are you sure." Dean asked again, still worried because of the crackle.
Scott looked up and smiled reassuringly, "Yes, Dean. I'm fine." he told Dean. "See?" Scott lifted up the edge of his shirt.
Dean bent down, getting a better view; making sure for himself. He looked at the flat stomach, a thin white scar running across his stomach right above his belly button. Dean nodded in satisfaction.
Scott let his shirt fall back over his stomach before bending down and picking up the bag he had dropped. He walked over to the table, digging in the bag. As if by majic, he pulled out a plate; on it was a steaming breakfast burrito, bacon and some hash browns. Scott presented it to a stunned Dean.
"That is awesome." Dean took the steaming plate from Scott's out stretched hands, sitting on his bed he dug into the most delicious meal he ever tasted.
Next he pulled out a huge steamy meat bun, handing it to Castiel who was in the small kitchen area. Cas usually didn't eat, actually he didn't need to eat so there was no point in indulging in the mundane necessity. Though on occasion, like now he would eat one of his favorites; a meat bun.
Sam came out of the bathroom, his hair wet from the shower. He still wore the pajama's, though at the moment he was going commando; hopefully the others wouldn't notice. He cleared his throat, not really knowing what to do with himself; Dean was eating a plate full of food and Cas was also eating some thing, which was rare.
Dean looked up from his yummy meal, giving Sam a critical eye. When Sam woke up, Dean noticed that there was something different about the Sam that woke up in the bednext to his own. It was a very rare occurence and that was why it took Dean until now to figure it out. He swallowed his mouth full, "Sammy got laid."
As soon as the words left Dean's mouth, both Sam and Scott froze; were they caught. Castiel paid them no mind, to lost in his delicious meat bun. Grey and brown met worriedly; Sam knew that Dean would defiantly flip if he found out that he and Scott had sex. But Scott knew better; he saw the way Dean had felt when he and Cassy-Cas kissed, what he thought-when he and Cas had left, Scott talked to him about he and Sam; that he and Cas couldn't do what they did do some times. He felt something for Sam that he never felt about anyone else, even Cassy-Cas.
Scott smiled at Sam, before taking a steps toward the taller man. He took Sam's hand in his own, the other one subtly glided down a surprised Sam's ass; underwear appearing under Sam's pants without so much as a thought. Sam's breath was sucked in sharply as he felt those small hand grab his but, before he felt the slight weight as he once again wearing clean boxers.
"WE got laid actually." Scott told Dean proudly, he still held onto Sam's hand; hoping he was right about Dean.
Dean sat in silence, he wasn't surprised by this because in the few seconds it took for Scott to say that, he had actually come to that conclusion on his own. They were basically in the middle of nowhere and some how Sam had sex. And the only time that could have happened was when he and Cas were arguing when they found Scott out cold in the bath tub and Sam was trying to put some pants on the kid. Dean also couldn't deny the fact that he had also thought about doing some pretty nasty things to the kid himself, and sense Scott actually stepped up and said it straight out, it meant to Dean that the hybrid really cared for his baby brother. And that was one thing that Dean Winchester could not Deane; Love.
Dean nodded in acceptence, "I can dig it." was all he said before going back to his bacon. God, he couldn't believe that this was the best bacon he had ever tasted in his whole life. "This is really good bacon, Scott."
"I know." Scott gave Sam's hand and butt one last squeeze before he went back to the table; glad that his assumption was correct.
"Really?" Sam questioned, willing to look a gift horse in the mouth just this once.
"Yes, Sam. Really." Dean looked up from his bacon, "I can understand why," he gave Scott the once over, "I'm happy for you, Sam. Believe it or not." it didn't matter to him who Sam fell in love with, man or woman, just as long as he was happy and the person never hurt him; Dean would never say that in to many words.
Sam smiled, happy that his brother approved; because there was no way they would be able to sneak around behind Dean for long. He hadn't felt this way in a very long time.
"Here, Sam." Scott held out a plate much like Dean's, though instead of a burrito there was the cheesiest omelet you'll ever see.
Sam stared at the steaming plate for a moment, letting the smell enter his sinuses. "Thanks." He took the offered plate and fork before sitting at the small table. He took a big bite of omelet, cheesy flavors bursting inside his mouth, "Holy shit," Sam said in aw as he swallowed, looking up at Scott, "this is delicious."
"Why do you sound so surprised?" Scott asked curiously as he sat down in the other table chair, he crossed one leg over the other with the food bag in his lap.
Sam looked away, guilt written all over his face, "I don't know." Sam emitted, his eyes cast down causing his damp bangs to shadow his brown eyes. "I guess I'm just used to diner food, And this taste's as if it were home cooked."
Scott couldn't help but burst out laughing at that, "A home cooked meal, really?" he set his glasses on the top of his head, wiping his watering eyes.
"How is that funny?" Dean questioned from the bed, putting his empty plate beside him; he belched.
"Dude!" Sam scolded his pig for a brother.
Dean just shrugged his shoulders knocking Sam's scold away. "Well?"
Scott smirked, putting his glasses back on before he stood up, food bag in hand. He smiled walking over to Dean he held the food bag open, "What do you see, Dean?"
Dean gave the hybrid a confused look before peeking into the bag, coming up he was even more confused. "Paper and a pencil?"
"Exactly, Dean." Scott said as if he were a proud parent, he than went over to Sam and let him get a look too. "Now, observe."
"But how. . .?" Dean questioned getting up and standing behind Sam.
"Scott always had a way with food." Castiel commented, still savoring his hot meat bun.
Taking out a piece of blank white paper from the bag, he placed it on the tables flat surface; blue sketching pencil gripped in his left hand. "What do you want to drink?" he questioned Sam with a tilt to his head, eyebrows raised.
There was a few seconds of silence whie Sam thought, "Um, orange juice?" he said glancing back at Dean.
"Pulp? No pulp?" he questioned, "I need specifics, Sam."
"Oh, um. Real orange juice, not the powdered stuff, no pulp." Sam nodded; he hated that cheap fake orange juice stuff, you get powder lumps, ugh!
Scott smiled before drawing a simple thin black circle in the middle of the page, with the same pencil coloured the inside a rich orange. He placed the pencil down beside the drawn on paper, before he leaned back in his chair, hands behind his head. He sighed in accomplishment.
The minutes ticked by, no one move, nor made a said as Scott sat back in his chair.
"And what are we supposed to be observing, Scott?" Sam asked, with raised eye brows.
"Oh," Scott sat back up giving the brothers an apologetic look, "sorry." he shook himself out of his funk before brushing his hand across the orange cricle. It no longer looked like a plain circle coloured in with orange pencil crayon, but it actually looked like a circle of orange liquide; it even ripled when the surface beneath the sheet of paper shook.
"Holy crap!" Dean leaned forward, trying to get a better look. "Are you seeing what I'm seeing, Sammy?" Dean questioned his little brother who was also leaning forward, trying to get a better look. Dean looked at the rippling liquid, wanting so badly to poke it. Green hues met grey, asking in silent permission, recieving a smirk and nod. Dean reached out and quickly pocked orange the tip of his finger to the end of his nail disappeared under the rich orange. He pulled his finger back as quickly as it came, a drop of orange falling onto the table top. In a spur of the moment, Dean stuck his finger in his mouth; orange citrus causing his taste bud to explode.
"Well?" Sam questioned curiously, watching his brother closely.
"That's real, alright." Dean said in amazement; his mouth still watering from the burst of flavor.
When Scott got their attention again; he stuck each of his fingers onto the page, just on the out side around the circle. Each finger diaspeared to the firts knockle this time, before he tightened his grip. Scott pulled up, the top of a glass started to appear as the excess paper around the circle started to disappear; taking shape of the orange juice filled glass. When he was finished, there was only a real glass of juice and not a drawn on piece of paper. He watched the two Winchester brothers carefully.
You would think that knowing about Monsters, Demons, Ghosts, and Ghouls. That they they would be used to this supernatural shit, but this was nothing they ever seen before; it was new to them and that was a rare occurrence. So it took them a few for their human brains to process.
"You should think about taking a career in majic." was the first thing that left Sam's amazed mouth, a he looked at the so inicent looking glass of fresh orange juice.
Dean scoffed at that, "Majic is for sissies." he told the hybrid matter of factually. "It's a fact."
Sam turned toward his brother, bitch face on low. "Do you have five sources to back you up on that 'Fact'." he demanded, air quotes evident in his tone of voice.
"Yeah, I do." Dean stuck his chin out in stubbornness.
"Name them." Sam challenged, bitch face on full. He crossed his arms over his chest waiting as Dean struggled to name 5 sources. "That's what I thought." Sam said smugly.
Scott looked between a smug Sam and a self-loathing Dean. In his many, many years Scott observed those around him; if only to blend in. And in those time he observed different pairs of people called Husband and Wife; and in this moment of time he was reminded of that type of couple. The superior Wife, a.k.a Sam; and the defeated Husband, a.k.a Dean. And if Sam was a smug wife, he was a very hot wife; Scott's eyes trailed down his lean body, fore arm muscle bulging as he held his arms crossed. A tingle settled in the hybrids groin, making him a quarter hard.
God, Scott wanted him now. He reached fro sam arm quickly, knocking the glass of orange juice in his hast. They werre gone before the glass even hit the table, turning back into a white piece of paper with a picture of a knocked over glass with orange juice splatered on it's edges.
It took a few blinks for Dean to realize what just happened. He looked over to Castiel, "Their gonna have sex, aren't they?" he asked, this was the first time Sam had had more sex than him this week; in that moment he felt 40 instead of his right full 28.
"I believe you are correct, Dean." Castiel answered in his usual gravely voice; he had finely finished his huge lovely hot meat bun.
Dean puffed out his cheeks a few times, wondering what to do while Sam was out having sex. Than he wondered if this is what Sam felt like when he made Sam sit in the Impala, while he had sex with some girl in the motel room. He would keep in mind that if he did that again- and he would, that they would get another room, if only for so Dean wouldn't add more guilt to himself.
