A deafening howl broke the silence as the beast charged out of its hiding place. The nearest tree splintered as the werewolf came out into the clearing. Saliva running freely from its jaws it snared at Dean who stood with a cool smirk upon his face. All he had to do was wait.
He doesn't stand a chance. This thing is pathetic. I mean look who it's attacking. Dean Winchester. That was its first mistake. It's circling me now, trying to make me sweat. The satisfaction will be all mine though. Sam will pull the trigger any second now.
"Okay Sam any time now!" The beast had stopped dead in front of me about 5 feet away. Something slid down my brow, something wet and warm. The brute could smell my sudden apprehension and smirked with teeth the size of west Texas. It charged at me with blinding speed.
Growling the werewolf lunged onto Dean, knocking him to the ground. Its teeth grazed his soft skin and drew blood. Punches were futile as the animal absorbed the blow. The son of a bitch seemed to chuckle, like it was playing a game with Dean. Dean had no idea.
I don't want to do this. I'm just playing with him, that's it. I promised myself that I wouldn't kill my brother. I just want to see the look on his face as he's about to die. I want to see if he's scared to die.
He has no idea that this thing is me. We killed the real werewolf a week ago, but I got hit in the crossfire. Slight changes happened through me, until finally I turned completely. It was pure rapture. I want to share this with my brother, but not until I have my fun.
Dean pulled out his 45 and in seconds the situation changed. Sam backed off instantly, his plan being foiled as the gun was cocked. Dean fired two shots, one missing. The other hit Sam square in the thigh.
It bounded off with a yelp of pain. Where the hell is Sam? If that thing got him I swear to god I'll make its last moments hell. I watched as it slowed to a soft limp and sat in the dewy grass of the open field.
The field was encircled by trees, giving it a huge room like feel. A scream of pain aimed my attention to the direction of the beast. This was a human scream: Sam!
Running to the direction I stumbled upon a heap of sweaty skin, naked, and bleeding. The thing had turned back into its human self. Now or never Dean, just don't look into those human eyes. Don't think that you're killing a person, because this thing isn't one.
My gun dropped as it spoke in that familiar tone I yearned to hear most. "Please Dean, don't"
Dean fell to his knees beside his brother and stared in shock. Hazel eyes gave Sam a once over while his mouth slacked open slightly. Sam couldn't meet his brother's intent gaze, he wasn't feeling so powerful now.
I tried to just curl up into my own personal haven. Dean's eyes were burning my skin and I wanted to wash this evil inside me away. "I'm sorry Dean". My voice sounded more like the sheep than the wolf. I was terrified at what he might think of me. Will he hate me for this?
"Why didn't you tell me Sammy?" Surprise must have shown in my face because his tone told me he wasn't upset. Well, upset in the matter of not wanting to rip my face off. He wasn't angry, more disappointed. That fact just made it ten times worse. I let my brother down.
Dean had walked back to the car to return with a blanket and some medical supplies. Sitting with his knees up to his chest Sam let a small tear run down his face, only one. Returning a few minutes later Dean threw the blanket at Sam who draped it around his naked body.
He looked pathetic sitting there, shivering and dirty. His thigh was still bleeding and I needed to get the bullet out. Guilty? Not at all, he's a werewolf for god's sake, a bullet won't hurt him any. I'm glad that I could release some of my anger before I found him, because if I didn't he would probably be bruised by now.
"Come on Sammy I'm not that angry, it's okay" It really wasn't, but I'm a damn good liar. I was shaking as I opened the little medical box we stole from the local hospital. We added a few of our 'hunter' supplies in there just in case. He turned to face me and I saw that the wound was actually bleeding quit badly. "Come here Sam, I have to patch you up" I tried to sound normal.
Dean pulled out the tools he needed and prepared to work on Sam. The way his brother seemed so scared of him made the guilt come back in little nips and bites. He tried to ignore the fact that his Sammy was naked. From the moment he saw him he couldn't help but stare. Those eyes of his only made it worse, looking up at him the way he did when he was on his knees.
I knew this was going to be painful, so I braced myself even before he touched me. His warm hands slid up my leg and I knew that wasn't necessary. Not that I minded, it felt good to have him touch me right now. Those delightful fingers disappeared under the blanket and I shuddered as he ghosted over the bullet wound. I could feel him stop right as I was about to gasp with slight surprise and excitement. The hand sent its attention back to the wound.
Grabbing the hem of the blanket I pulled it up so he could see what he was doing. He just looked up at me and I knew he was saying 'this is gonna hurt like a bitch.' With little warning those pliers, like tweezers dug into the wound. My hands gripped at the grass as I bit back a cry. I could feel him digging around in there, my thigh twitching with agony. "Fuck Dean hurry up" I growled between clenched teeth.
Dean delayed just slightly once his brother spoke. Gasping like that made Dean only think of one thing, and his concentration was lost momentarily. Sam's ribs showed as his stomach heaved to get air into his lungs. Smirking at how beautiful his brother was when he was in pain he plucked the bullet out of his thigh like it was nothing.
What can I say; he's completely captivating when he's screaming in pain. Sorry that I wanted to pay him back for doing this to me, and get off while I do it. I pulled out the needle so I could stitch him up nice and pretty, "Sam can I get a little more room to view here?" Not waiting for an answer I pushed the blanket up further while turning his leg out more. He whimpered slightly and I couldn't hide my smirk.
Sliding the needle under the edge of his skin I began to thread his tattered remains back together. Fuck those noises were distracting. Little snivels and gasps of pain, slight groans and shivers, my hands were shaking. It was hard to keep my eyes on the task at hand; they would dart up to view his glory, to see his face as I 'accidentally' stuck the needle a little too deep.
Finally Dean was done and he began to put the supplies away. Not noticing the small knife he kept in there his hand slid right against the blade, splitting the soft skin right in two. Sam immediately looked directly to Dean, his eyes just slightly darker than usual, hands tightly grabbing the bumper of the Impala.
I could smell him, that sweet scent wafting right into my nose. My insides did flips at the mouth watering aroma. I could feel my taste buds saturate my mouth, had to keep swallowing to keep it from slipping out. "Dean, I…I think you should go." Flood gates opened and saliva dripped from my jaws.
The cut wasn't that big, but it was deep enough that it needed covering. It was deep enough to leave me begging to taste it. Dean slid over on top of me and softly whipped away the wetness from my lips, the blood just inches away from my open mouth. "Jesus Dean please." He only smirked at the way I moaned out the plea.
"I want to watch you lose control." The whisper was low in my ear, the hunted now the hunter. "Dean I'm begging you please, you have to get away from me". He knew I wanted it, he could just tell. My voice was monotone, the last human thing my brain produced as I dropped into a wolf like state of mind.
Sam trembled, his hands still tightly gripping the Impala. Subconsciously he begged himself not to lose control, though something deep within his core wanted to taste his own kind, to taste Dean. Vice like hands released their grip on the cold metal.
You have no idea how beautiful he looked just then. He gave up on humanity and dropped into what would feel good. The moon hid behind dark clouds as he softly grabbed the hand that bled freely. His eyes were almost an endless sea green, darker by the second. They watched my hand intently widening each time the skin bounced with my heartbeat.
Lightning fast I was on the ground, on my back. The sneer that covered his face almost sinister as his tongue slipped out of his mouth and slid down across my skin. Eyes disappeared behind the lids as he tasted me. The moan that escaped his throat was heavenly, the action sending a direct signal to my dick. I ran my hand down to my jeans to give myself some room. A hand gripped my wrist so hard I thought it was going to break, he growled low and deep.
"Sammy I was ju-." I yelped in surprise as his mouth was to my throat. Sucking and biting softly he liquefied my bones. "Dean, oh Dean you taste exactly the way I dreamt you would." He was purring into my neck, those hands tightly holding me down. The moon bathed us both in the dark night.
Suddenly Sam moved from Dean's neck to his mouth. The kiss was heated and long, letting him get his fill on his brother. Dean gave himself to Sam and kissed back, his tongue slipping inside the tender mouth. Long bottom canines nipped at his lower lip drawing blood. Arching his back in surprise he broke the kiss with a gasp.
Dean was giving me everything I wanted. Those gasps sent me insane and I wanted to feel him so badly. My tongue lapped up the small line of blood running down his chin. Ending at his lip I sucked on it softly cleaning up. While his back was still arched I shoved him up against the Impala. Picking him up softly, I stood us against the car.
The sweaty blanket pooled at my feet and in seconds his hands were all over me. "Fuck Dean" I groaned out as I bit at the shell of his ear. The roll of his hips sent me over the edge and I worked on his clothes. The jacket was thrown and the shirt. Shoes sent flying off into the distance as he kicked them away. The belt was put to great use I looped it around his wrists. Dean was always a fan of bondage.
I held his hands tight against his back as his lower body was finally bare. Dean reared his head back sending his body colliding into mine and I snapped him closer to me. My hands to his hips I tossed him onto the hood laying him down. Instantly he wrapped those legs around me holding me tight against his hot body. "Come on Sammy, I want you to lose control inside of me". He was begging for me and I couldn't take it.
Sam ran his hand slowly down Dean's body, the other was held across his mouth. The veins flexed out and a cry of extasy muffled under his hand as he slowly began to-
"You spelled ecstasy wrong."Sam's voice was smooth and cool next to Dean's ear. The Laptop flew shut with a clack. Dean's face flushed bright pink with shocked embarrassment.
Sam's face on the other hand, was dark and lustful. Dean felt helpless as his brother began to crawl on top of him. Holding himself up he lowered down to Dean's ear, the hand barely touching his groin filled the gap. "Addicting isn't it?" He chuckled as Dean's eyes widened with full arousal. "Don't you just love the way you can write out exactly what you want." Words emphasize with a squeeze of his taunting hand.
Already hard from writing Dean moaned a plea to his brother. He wanted to feel every inch of Sam wrapped around him, wanted those long legs of his wrapped around his waist, pulling him in deeper, refusing to let him go. "Jesus Sammy please I need it, I need you" Sam undressed them both with a slow lazy manner. Kissing each section that became bare.
Dean's legs wrapped around Sam's waist as Sam gripped his hips. Leaning down to kiss his brother he wrapped his fingers around his dick and began to jerk him off. Dean almost screamed inside of Sam's mouth. Chuckling with pleasure Sam buried himself deep within Dean. His eyes fluttered shut as Dean inhaled and moaned long and loud.
"Fuck!" Dean screamed as the simultaneous fucking made him dizzy. Such bliss and rapture was too much to take and he felt like he wasn't going to last much longer. "Oh, god Sam I think. Fuck Sam I think I'm gonna-". He whimpered out in anger as Sam stopped all movement.
Digging himself in deeper Dean bit back a curse from feeling so damn full. "Fuck Dean I want you to cum for me." Slowly and tantalizingly he stroked his hand up and down Dean's cock. Gripping the dirty bed sheets Dean felt like he was going to explode any second now.
Sam's face was what got him going the most. He would slowly bite his lip and softly close his eyes, but not all the way. His neck was extended, head slightly tilted lazily back. Dean almost cried when Sam pulled out of him. "Sammy please I can't take this"
Sam pushed him up against the backboard of the bed. "Close your eyes Dean" Dean closed his eyes as Sam ran his hands along his sides. "God Dean the car looks so fucking hot with you up against it" Sam's voice echoed in his head and he could picture it perfectly.
He could feel the coolness of the metal and the heat radiating off of Sam's body so easily. "Please Sam fuck me now. I'm begging you, please" The moan ended in a grunt as Sam slammed himself back into Dean's body. "Jesus Dean you're so tight" Sam was moaning with each thrust of his hips.
Bending to kiss Dean, Sam continued to dig himself deeper. They're tongues met in a forceful embrace. Sucking and biting they kissed long and wet. Dean could tell Sam was going to cum as he moved his mouth to his neck. "Jesus De-ean. I…fuck." His words always got jumbled so Dean made the best of what he had left.
Grabbing Sam with his legs he forced Sam to dig himself even deeper. The mouth at his neck turned to teeth that bit. The harder Sam bit the more Dean pulled. Sam was panting now, his hips driving faster. "Sammy, Fuck Sammy I'm gonna cum" This sent Sam over the edge as he pounded Dean harder still. The pain hurt so good. Dean was openly calling out Sam's name in a lust filled howl. Finally as the headboard slammed against the paper thin wall a last time they both came.
Sam fell onto Dean, a heap of sweating skin. He slid off of Dean's glistening body and lay next to him, long arms lethargically falling across his chest. After getting his fill of Sam's scent Dean snickered with amusement. "Yeah Sammy, it is addicting" Smiling into my skin he laughed. "I knew you'd come around sooner or later."
Sam- And she's back with another hot and heavy story!
Dean- Yeah, yeah, I like that one :D
I knew you boys would. The Impala was just for you Dean. I know you liked that little touch.
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