A. N. For the prompt: "while imprisoned at Green River County Detention Center" by Anonymous in the Supernatural Bro Bone Bang over on AO3. Hope you enjoy! This bunny bit me and wouldn't let go.
Bitch Blues
Chapter 1: Bitch
If they had sense, Dean would have taken this case on his own. He'd worked some, back when dad was still alive. And Sammy could obviously entertain himself for a week (if it even took him that long). But this year has been all weird, what with his brother's premonitions and the other psychic kids and whatever. Dean didn't want to risk Sam going after another vision when he couldn't follow him. Who knows what might have happened. Nope, he needed Sam where he could take care of him. And for all his complaining about how crazy this plan was, Sam is at his side. Again.
Dean's never entirely sure if or when his brother will do another runner, and doesn't try to investigate why the prospect makes him a little sick with - more than fear, really. It's a bone-deep 'wrong' feeling that he's always tried to shut up, suspecting that 'wrong' is the best description for him - he's a mess, will always be a mess - and that's what makes Sam run, over and over, in the first place.
His baby brother is so pitifully uncomfortable that he's pretty sure everyone can smell it on him. Well, that's no trouble. Dean is going to make sure Sam is safe. That's his whole purpose. Has always been. It doesn't matter how big or crazy the other inmates are. Dean's been up against bigger monsters all his life, and for all that the rule usually is "leave humans alone", that's only if they don't touch Sammy, too. He doesn't care if their former hunter, now guard, ally might rethink getting him out if Dean actually rips a few people's lungs out in here.
Truth is, Dean is probably crazier than most of the other people here put together. It's sheer luck that he hasn't had to kill anyone for his brother yet, and that others have stepped in the couple times human bastards were involved. It doesn't mean he's ever been less than sincere when he uttered threats.
Hopefully, he won't have to actually murder anyone this time either. But he needs to make clear to everyone (especially Sam's creepy-ass cellmate) that if anyone so much as touches one of his pretty hairs uninvited, there's going to be bloodshed. Good thing that he has taken to jail like a fish to the water. He knows how this works. Yeah, he's going to have a hard time selling that to Sam. And he doesn't even want to imagine the possible fallout once they're out. But - one thing at a time.
Sure enough, when he breaks it to him over the next meal, Sam hisses, "You're crazy." And also blushes way too prettily for his own good.
"If you wanna take your chances with your new friend, fine by me, " he huffs back. No, it's not even close to fine, but what else can he say?
"They know we're brothers, Dean. They won't believe it anyway." And really, that should have been enough reason for Dean not to propose it at all. But they're not in the same cell. If he can't physically protect Sam 24/7. he has to find a way to scare people off him. Sure, his baby brother isn't a baby anymore and can take care of himself...probably. But the point is, he shouldn't have to.
"Yeah, brothers who desecrate graves, kidnap. murder, and I wasn't even listening for the rest. Would it be so incredible that I managed to drag you into the whole mess because you were too smitten with me to actually use your brain?"
Sam stares at him, quietly, until Dean thinks he's just going to be dissected until they have to go back to their own cells. But finally, he sighs, deep and long, and mumbles, "Maybe I am."
"What?" That's not what he was expecting.
Sam shrugs. "I'm about to say yes, and well. The things I do for love."
"There aren't any kids around you plan to murder, are there?"
"Not that I've yet seen." Sam gives him a wide smile, dimples and all. Dean's not sure if he's more weirded out by his nerd of a brother quoting Jaime Lannister or from the implication that Dean might not be the only one who has considered wanton murder if it'd help his sibling.
Then, because he's not the one who analyzes everything to death before making a move, something comes to mind. "Did you - you know, before?" They're gonna have an audience, one they have to sell the idea that they've been in a relationship as long as their criminal careers (that'd be most of their lives). There's not going to be enough time to take things slow and sweet, careful and all the things a first time oughta be. If Sammy hasn't even looked at a man yet, Dean's just going to have to find a different plan.
"College, remember?" Sam replies, but he looks away. Well, at the table one inch to his left - he knows better than to just be staring at anyone here, even to avoid looking at his brother. For someone who can lie bald-faced to witnesses, victims and law enforcement alike, that's odd. Maybe it's just the argument at hand. Dean's never been shy about boasting about his conquests. His brother's pretty much the opposite. That doesn't matter now.
So instead he just says, "Cheers, Sammy!"
Sam grumbles "It's Sam," as ever. If he didn't, Dean would worry himself sick. He's going to want all the details, but when they're out of here.
That's it, for the moment. Yeah, Dean still sticks to Sam as long and as close as he's allowed to, but honestly, that's just him. It won't hurt their pretence, and that's fine. But just because they're going to have to put on a show, and somehow Sam agreed (maybe he's really scared of that creep in his cell?) it doesn't mean that Dean's going to start dropping kisses on Sammy like they're sweethearts. For one, there's nothing sweet in the aura they want to project. For another, Sam's tense enough that any unexpected contact might send him into fight mode, and that wouldn't help their lie.
He should be working the case, really. If he were good enough, they'd have solved this before the issue even presented itself.
But at the moment, his focus is shot. All he can think about is the show they're going to put on. That's going to keep Sam safe, yes. But who will save him from his brother's brain later? Like, how does he even start to explain, if he ends up having no trouble performing? That's what he dreads. He should be worried about not being capable to pull it off, and revealing their relationship for the sham it is. But he's always been good at thinking on his feet, and he's confident that he'll be able to find a solution.
But how does one excuse oneself from having no difficulty with such a task? Even being an exhibitionist doesn't begin to cover it. Is it worth having a private talk with Deacon about the case and tell Sam later he got him to smuggle some Viagra?
..Possibly not. If Sam thinks he discussed their thing around, Deacon and Dean might be the next victims this prison sees.
Oh well. Maybe the nervousness will be enough to keep him right where he needs to be. A man can dream.
Unlike their usual, they wait until the shower rooms are as crowded as they're gonna be before striding in. They wash as quick as ever, and then Dean grabs Sam's wrist - a last chance for him to get away, if he wants to, To shake him and his mad plan off. Instead, Sam relaxes into it.
Dean pushes him against a wall and nibbles behind his ear, to a mix of hoots and disgusted cries. He glances around, but nobody seems about to attack them. Possibly because the ones who like the show are more numerous.
"Been neglecting my little bitch, have I?" he stage whispers. Sam shudders under him, and for a second he worries Sam is sickened by it (of course he is- but...hopefully not too obviously).
Dean wants to pet his sides a bit, maybe play around a little. Because he's a sick bastard, like someone is reminding him. This is the only time he'll ever get to do it, so, better make it count. But the truth is, he needs to get this show on the road. So, instead, he lathers his hand as much as he can and slips a finger inside his brother. And almost chokes on the feeling.
Christ, but he's tight. Which Dean should have expected, because Jess, as much as she was the perfect girlfriend, didn't look like the girlfriend who'd organize threesomes, and Sam is too good a kid to even contemplate cheating on her. And Dean knows damn well that his brother didn't hook up with random dudes on the road. (He knows too well, really, what Sam gets up to - or doesn't - and if his brother wasn't exactly as aware of his activities, maybe he'd be more spooked). But that means it's gotta be - what, three years since Sam had a dude? Give or take a few months?
Thank God that Dean doesn't need any higher brain input to have sex, because getting distracted right now is supremely stupid of him.
He makes quick work of opening Sammy up as much as he can. He's not entirely happy with the results, but if they're going to convince them that they fucked up to a couple days ago, they can't dally. The last thing they need is a guard or two deciding to join. So, instead, he breathes "Relax," against his brother and breaches him. Sam gives a little whimper, and Dean's going to hell because it - and the vice-like grip welcoming him - make his cock give a twitch.
But then Sam actually arches against him, and Dean bottoms out before he expected to, and groans deep. They should stick to the plan, really. But Dean wants - he wants more than he should ever get. Sam's hands are holding him up against the wall, slipping now and then - shower sex is never easy. Dean, in between deep, powerful thrusts, goes to grab his brother's cock, It's half hard (more than he expected, really) and jumps in his hand, earning him another long moan. Knowing he won't give the scam away, he pivots them around. He ends with his back around the wall himself, suffocating an oof by biting his brother's shoulder.
Their audience – well, most of them - are enthusiastic at the change. A few crowd against them, and that's his cue to speak up. "Anyone" punctuated by another thrust "anytime," his other hand rises to a shoulder, tugging to show off his brother's size, "tries to touch you, rip the involved limb off, baby."
They get the space Dean so politely requested. "But - try not to kill them - if I'm not around."
"Dee!"
He doesn't have to see his brother to know him. "Don't pout." He slows down, because he needs this message to really come across. "Wanna see how many body parts - I can take away - before they die." He's not lying now. Not even close. He makes a point of looking at the crowd, crossing as many people's eyes as he can manage. "And then - we can dig 'em up - and have a bonfire."
Of course they would - this damned place doesn't need any more ghosts. Still, it would be almost funny that Sam comes right at that moment, if it didn't drag along Dean's own orgasm. He's grateful for the wall support, because his brother goes almost boneless for a second, but then commandeers a shower head with a look - his shy boy is growing up - for another hasty wash. Dean imitates him, ignoring the part of him that would have loved Sam to stay marked just a little longer, his cum dripping little by little. He's the worst. But if this keeps Sammy safe, it's okay.
