Chapter Two: In which Sam gets some action, finally!
I GOT REVIEWS!! WHOOOO!
Sorry. ;
This ain't as good as the others, I admit it, because it's not as funny since Sammy's having a very freaky time of it. XD
SientWolf92: Just wait till you read about the Chewit Clowns in later chapters. XD
Taniapretender: I have no idea what a 'sisterfic' is, you better explain so I can spoof it for your reading pleasure. I guessing it's one is which Sam and Dean are girls?
XxPainful MemoriesxX: I think it was caramel Freddoes, school, and… Actually. I don't know what brought it on. And hopefully, Dean WILL be saved.
Lanawannabe: This was the review that made me speed up! And the kiss bit is just for you. But I do think that Dean would take a lot of coaxing, because Sam IS his brother and it's basically in everyone's brain not to do things with siblings.
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Sam was almost in tears now. Very much so, indeed. And he had the right. Dean had come back and well, he'd tried to…
"Gimme your pants, Sam! Get on that bed, NOW!"
"Dean, no! ARGH!"
The young man shuddered in fear, then shook his head, Dean couldn't have, couldn't have…
Yeah, because there's so many ways you can interpret the sentence 'I'm going to screw you all night, bro!'.
Oh god, oh god… Dean had tried to rape him. Dean. HIS OLDER BROTHER. Fck the older part, HIS BROTHER! BROTHER! Oh dear sweet Jesus. What the hell happened after that bar?
Sam needed help, badly. What force was so strong, what demon so powerful, what heathen god so omnipotent to make Dean… Dean…
To make Dean GAY?! Gay Dean. That would give Sam nightmares forever.
He would never look at Brokeback Mountain the same way.
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Sam lay in the bathtub, door firmly locked and his clothes on a table beside the door. He let the warm water soothe his tired, aching muscles.
And while he does that, we'll take a trip down his woeful Memory Lane because I'm sure you all want to know what Dean did to him, you dirty, dirty girls! So I shall satisfy you, though not much happened.
"Dean, are you okay? Dean? What are you doing? Dean!"
Dean advanced towards his brother, with what Sam really hoped was a test-tube in his pocket, and a leer that threatened to decapitate the pervy git. Dean rubbed his hands with evident glee as he backedSammy into a corner, then sprang for the younger's firm-fitting, oh-so tight and… Sorry, what was I saying? Ah yes, sprang for the zip of Sam's gorgeous, but in my opinion, rather unnecessary jeans. He ripped open the fly, spittle flowing down one corner of his lust-twisted mouth.
WELL DONE DEAN!
Sam jumped away for Dean with a yelp, yanking back up the zip but nowhere was against the wall, with a table on which was perched a sturdy vase of fine clay upon a book block the side escape.
And now, lanawannabe, just for yoooouuu…
Dean caught Sam, by the waist, forcing his mouth open with his own rough lips and pushing him against the wall with an orgasmic groan of delight.
He caressed the inside of Sam's mouth with his tongue, coarse yet gentle and pleaserable…For everyone.
God daymn, I'm good at this!
Such a pity Sam had to clasp the vase, and smash it over Dean's head in shatter of fine pottery. There was a dramatic 'thump'
Sam ran to the apartment's kitchen, snatching up the steel wool Brillo pads and shoving one into his mouth, the caked pink soap powder reacting with his, and Dean's, saliva to form a foul tasting lather that dripped from his lips like very gay or at least, girly rabies.
Sam shivered once more in horror, the hot bath doing nothing to ease the shills up his spine.
And once more, I say adieu! Next up, a Chapter especially for the Winsisters as I shall now call them, and introducing a capable anti-Sue! Whose really my long-suffering Muse.