Water From Your Well

by frostygossamer

In a time when breeding and sexuality are controlled by the drug Quell, Dean is contentedly married to new wife Tina. They haven't set eyes on his brother Sam in 3 years. When he shows up at their door a changed man, Dean's comfortable life is about to get a shake-up. An AU alpha/omega slow-build Wincest pre-mpreg romance (4 drabbles per chapter). Dean/Adult!Tina Sam/Dean. COMPLETE

34. Chapter 34

Water From Your Well (Part 133) by frostygossamer

"Good to go," commented Dean, his laugh sounding more nervous than he would have liked.

"Think I don't know it?" Sam put down the card and leaned back in his chair. "Man, your ass smells like cotton candy."

He jammed the point of his knife in the table and was suddenly standing, his full height towering over Dean. Dean's eyes popped. How did that guy switch on alpha mode so fast?

He choked. "You, uh, you wanna do this right now?"

Sam raised one eyebrow. "Want me to take you to dinner and a movie?"

Dean's knees began to tremble.

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Water From Your Well (Part 134) by frostygossamer

Masking his nerves with a manly shrug, Dean consented. "Guess the sooner we do this, sooner it's done."

Sam eyed him curiously. "If that's the way you wanna play it."

He moved in on Dean, placing his large hands on his brother's waist. Dean bit his lower lip which was too much for Sam. He went in tight and pressed his lips on that pink mouth, pulling Dean's hips snug against his own. The kiss was intense. Sam's hand strayed to the fly of Dean's pants, but then he stopped with a surprised grunt.

"Dude? The hell are you wearing?"

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Water From Your Well (Part 135) by frostygossamer

"It's a chastity belt. Hospital made me put it on before they'd let me leave. Insurance thing."

Sam growled. Snapping Dean's pants button, he yanked down the zipper. The ripstop man-thong with its digital lock cradled Dean's jewels.

"Tell me you got the combination," he pleaded.

Dean patted his pockets. "It's in my wallet. Or maybe I left it in the glovebox."

With a snarl, Sam reached both hands down the back of Dean's pants and jerked. There was a snap, a girly squeak from Dean and the offending underwear flew over his shoulder.

"No problem. Guess I found it."

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Water From Your Well (Part 136) by frostygossamer

The passionate kissing recommenced and Sam began to walk Dean backward toward the bedroom. Halfway, to hurry things up, he tried to lift Dean off of his feet. Dean automatically resisted and the move turned into a scuffle. Sam ended it by slamming Dean's back hard against the doorpost and crowding up against him.

"Damn it," he panted. "You want this or not?"

Dean's chest was heaving, Sam's musk intoxicating him.

"I want you. Been fantasizing about this. Don't go mistaking me for a chick, is all."

Sam groaned. "No freakin' way would I take you for a chick. Jeez!"

TBC

A/N: FYI Three more drabble groups left after this one.