Chapter nine: You da one
Disclaimers: I only own Devon and Jean, everything else belongs to Kripke. Think he'll take three dollars for Sam? :D
Warnings:
You the one that I think about all day
You the one that I think about always
You are the one so I make sure I behave
My love is your love, your love is my love
Baby I love I need you here
Give me all the time
Baby we're meant to be
You got me smiling all the time
Cause you know how to give me that
You know how to pull me back
When I go runnin runnin
Trying to get away from lovin ya
You know how to love me hard
I wont lie, I'm fallin hard
Yep, I'm fallin for ya
But there's nothing wrong with that
You da one - Rihanna
Sam stared at Jean as the man admitted that he needed to apologize to Dean and swore that he would. "Good." Sam said, smiling as he stood up from the chair he'd settled down upon at the start of this. Jean reached out and tugged, pulling him down onto his lap and wrapped his arms around Sams waist. "I didn't mean to upset you." Jean mumbled honestly, pressing a kiss to Sams forehead. Sam sighed as he placed his hands on Jeans chest to keep some distance between them - he knew Dean was listening - and nodded "I know." Jean could tell Sam wasn't comfortable sitting in his lap, and figured it was because he was afraid Dean would walk in on them. "Hes got to get used to me touching you Sam." Jean whispered, pressing a kiss to the side of Sams head just below his temple. Sam sighed and stared at Jeans shirt, blushing just barely. "I know, but…give him time please?" Sam asked as he tried to stand up. Jean let out a frustrated sigh but released his hold and allowed Sam to stand just as Dean rounded the corner now fully dressed.
Jean had to keep from glaring as Dean walked up and wrapped an arm around Sams waist, pulling Sam against his side. Swallowing his pride Jean stood up and turned to address Dean, forcing back the annoyance he was feeling, it wasn't fair Dean got to touch Sam freely. "I was.. Out of line with my accusations, and I apologize for my actions. I don't know you well enough to judge you. I suppose I'm still protective over Sam here too… So…fresh start?" Dean stared at him -glared more like - before glancing at Sam out of the corner of his eye. He knew Sam forced Jean to apologize, and so when he turned his gaze back to the dirty blonde he couldn't help but smirk as he tightened his arm around Sams waist. "Yea sure." Then just to rub it in his face, he pressed a chaste kiss to Sams lips - chaste cause Sam pulled away before he could deepen it - and smirked at Jean.
"De." Sam chided, knowing exactly what his brother was doing. Dean was staking his claim on Sam, showing Jean that Sam was his. It annoyed Sam on some level, but mostly it was just hot. Possessive Dean. Sam stepped out of Deans hold and wrapped his arms around Jeans waist, pressing a kiss against Jeans lips lightly before whispering "Thank you." In his ear. Jean wrapped his own arms around Sam, and when he leaned in to whisper shot Dean a smirk before pressing a kiss to the side of Sams neck and whispering where Dean could see the words. "Anything for you. I love you Sam." Sam pulled back blushing slightly and stepped out of Jeans arms…right into Deans.
Dean tightened his hold around Sams waist as he stared at Jean, it was obvious the man before them really did love his brother. He knew Sam loved the other man as well - obviously not as much as he loved Dean - and Dean wanted to make Sam happy. Sighing he glanced over at Sam who was looking at Jean with a hint of longing in his eyes. Dean looked back at Jean and saw it reflected in the other mans eyes. He made sure to lock gazes with Jean, his eyes promising the man a slow and painful death if he ever hurt Sam before tilting his head towards his brother slightly. Jean blinked twice, and when Dean gave him a pointed look he closed the distance and pressed his lips to Sams. Sam gasped and tensed in Deans arms, unsure how Dean would react…until he felt his brothers lips on the side of his neck. Moaning he closed his eyes and wrapped his arms around Jeans waist, pulling the man against him.
Dean had his arms wrapped around Sam, trapped between the two bodies as his lips attacked the tanned flesh that was his brothers neck. Listening as Sam moaned into the kiss with Jean, he had to admit it was kind of…exciting. Jeans hand moved down over Sams clothed chest, down his arm and back to Deans arm before trailing up Deans arm and over his back. Dean tensed at first, before he relaxed and pressed closer to Sam who moaned as Jean rutted against him…pressing Sam back into Dean. Needing to breath Jean broke the kiss but moved to kissing the opposite side of Sams neck while his arms wrapped around both men, resting on Deans ass. Sam was in heaven trapped between the two men he loved as both of them showered him in affection, a moan ripped from his throat as Dean nipped at his collar bone and suddenly thrust against him with a gasp. Jean moaned when Sam was pushed into him and squeezed Deans ass causing the man to groan.
Sam knew as much he was enjoying this, especially when Dean trailed his hands under his shirt and began to torture his nipples…that they needed to stop. It was too soon, it would back fire with awkwardness if he let it go any further. Moaning he gently unwrapped his arms from around Jean and pushed. Jean took the hint and stepped back, flushed and sporting a hard on. "De.. Stop." Sam gasped, and was relieved - though he didn't doubt Dean would stop - when his brother stepped back. All three seemed to realize it was too soon to go further, and shuffled about awkwardly. Jean cleared his throat and glanced around. "Um.. I should be…er going." Sam and Dean simply nodded, though Sam did step forward to give Jean a chaste kiss. However both Sam and Jean were shocked when Dean forced himself to step forward and press a kiss to Jeans cheek. It was a start, Sam figured. "How about dinner…Thursday night?" Dean suggested, shocking Sam even further. Jean blinked and glanced at Sam "Uh yea…Sure." Sam smiled and Jean let himself out.
Sam turned towards Dean and offered him a blinding smile as he wrapped his arms around Deans waist. "Thank you." Dean smiled at Sam and shrugged, trying to calm himself. "You love him." Sam stared at him. "I love you more." He assured Dean. "I know. But you love him too, which means if I have to play nice, I will." He leaned closer and whispered "Cause I love you the most." and winked before walking towards the bathroom to tend to his….problem. Sam chuckled as he turned and headed towards the kitchen to start breakfast that Dean had left out, already calming since he'd been imagining Ellen in a bikini…which wasn't a pretty sight - or good for your mental health - effectively wilting his erection.
Dean emerged from the bathroom a short time later, and headed towards the kitchen where the smell of eggs, bacon and sausage was wafting through the air. Pausing in the doorway he leaned against the door frame and smirked, simply watching Sam putter about the kitchen. He couldn't help but admire his brother, for as much as he teased him for being a sasquatch over the years Sam had grown to be graceful. He was a thing to be admired when they fought, the fluidity he moved with was something that could put the best to shame. Dean preferred using guns, long distance kills if possible. Sam had always been a fan of hand to hand, working out his anger on the thing they were hunting.. It was how it had always been, for as long as he could remember.
"What are you staring at?" Sam called over to him when he finally noticed Dean standing there. "You" Came the honest answer even though it was tempting to throw out a teasing insult, such as he hadn't figured it out yet. Sam simply blushed and rolled his eyes before turning back to what he was doing. "Make yourself useful." Dean glanced up to see Sam holding out Sirius' food bowl "Feed the dog." Dean huffed out a laugh before he crossed the room and took the bowl, a smile playing across his face. "Yes'm Masta." He teased before heading towards the cabinet they kept the dog food in and began to measure out the correct amount of food. He wasn't sure when it had happened but at some point it seemed they had become domesticated. Settling down in their little suburban home, with Dean working 9 to five and Sam taking care of the house. This thought made Dean snicker and drop some dog food onto the floor. "Oi. Watch it." Sam chided. "Whats so funny anyways?" Dean glanced over his shoulder to catch Sams disapproving look as he stirred the eggs to make them fluffier. This sight made Deans mirth grow of course. "Nothing, just thinking." He replied barely suppressing the urge to laugh. Sams look clearly said he didn't believe him, but let it go. "That must hurt then." "What?" Dean asked, confused. "You…. Thinking." "Oh haha Sam." Dean huffed and chucked a piece of dog food at his brother before setting the bowl down for the dog.
Sam laughed as he ducked the flying piece of dog food, smirking at his brothers pouting expression. "Shouldn't you be getting ready for work while I finish up breakfast?" He asked with a brow raised. He must admit he enjoyed the simplicity of their lives. Some may think it was boring, but it was a welcomed change from being on the road all their lives, moving from motel to motel. Always putting their lives in danger, it almost seemed as though things were going their way for once. "Oh yea, your right." Dean shuffled out of the kitchen and Sam shook his head fondly. He should have known that nothing was ever perfect for long.
A/N: Who laughed their asses off with Dean when Sam showed up covered in glitter Friday night? I know I did. What was it Dean said, 'you look like you were attacked by pcp hookers' or something? Next chapter will be longer, I promise. R&R?
