Title: Fumbling in the Dark
Author: Wincesteriffic Kaz
Info: A spell steals something precious from Sam and leads to a revelation between the brothers. Set early season 2 Dean/Sam
Author's Note: This chapter was held up by the annual Fandom Author's Note convention here for writers and readers of fan fiction. :D I won two awards and the local paper even ran a story on us! Hope you all weren't suffering too badly while waiting and I hope this chapter will help soothe those frayed nerves! :P
Graphic depictions within.
Disclaimer: I don't own 'em but if I did…they'd never get dressed. Heh heh heh
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Dean looked down at Sam's sightless eyes, blew out a breath and pulled him closer until he could tuck Sam's head under his chin. "No, Sammy. I'm not gonna freak out, ok? We're good. This?" Dean squeezed Sam's arm and put his other hand into that silky hair to card through it. "You and me? We never gave a damn what anyone thought anyway." He snorted a soft, happy laugh. "Hell, we've only ever been able to count on each other and I figure this is just our kind of normal and fuck what anyone else thinks."
Sam slumped into his brother in amazed relief and picked his head up, turning it toward Dean's voice. "I uh… I love you, you know?"
Dean grinned and leaned his head up to kiss Sam softly before answering. "I know, Sammy. I love you too. Just don't expect me to break the ovaries out and say it all the time. You know me."
Sam was surprised into a laugh and settled back into his brother's embrace, not caring that they were a sweaty mess or that he had come beginning to cake to his skin. "Yeah, I know you. Wouldn't want you any other way."
Chapter 4
Sam felt along the outside of the motel, taking careful, measured steps as he went. He breathed deep of the morning air and felt he sun on his face. He'd woken with Dean draped over him, the blanket-hogging big spoon in the too-tiny bed. He smiled, still finding it hard to believe that he and Dean had actually made love. He'd almost woken Dean with him to find out if morning sex was as mind-blowing as the night had been, but, in the end, Sam's need for fresh air had won out. It was a little suffocating being blind, seeing nothing and needing Dean around all the time to help him with the most mundane tasks, and that morning he'd felt the need to do something for himself. So he'd risen, found a pair of sweatpants and a shirt that felt tight enough to be Dean's and had made for the door. He'd just take a short walk along the outside of the building and be back before his brother woke.
Sam counted each room door he passed, keeping a mental note so that he could pick the right room when he went back. He reached the corner of the building and stopped, too leery of walking into traffic to leave the dubious comfort of the night-cooled bricks behind. The sun hadn't been up long enough to warm them yet, and Sam let his fingers splay over the rough texture while the breeze blew through his hair. "Better," Sam whispered and took in another deep breath.
It wasn't that he wanted to get away from Dean. He didn't. He just wanted five minutes to himself where he didn't feel so damn useless... helpless. If this wasn't something they could fix – his mind balked a bit at the thought, but he forced himself to finish it - he knew he would have to start being able to function on his own again. Sam wiggled his bare toes on the cold concrete and just listened to the morning around him. He could hear someone's little boy back along the motel yelling at his father and cars passing on the street nearby. There was the smell of something barbecuing in the air that made his stomach rumble with hunger and the distant, mourning whistle of a train. He tried to picture it; this life without sight, what it would be like to spend the rest of his life in the dark and completely reliant on sound, smell, and touch for everything. He smiled softly; there were some things that his sense of touch was just fine for as he remembered the feel of Dean's face under his hand while they kissed.
Sam turned around, putting his right hand on the wall rather than his left and started back along the building. He could think of a much better way to spend the morning and work up more of an appetite.
"Sammy!"
Dean's frantic voice snapped Sam's head up and he groaned. "Crap. Here, Dean!" Sam called and heard quick, bare footsteps racing down the sidewalk toward him. He wasn't surprised when his arms were taken and he was given a shake. "Morning."
"Morning? Are you shitting me?" Dean asked angrily and shook him again. "I wake up and you're nowhere. The door wasn't closed all the damn way and – Jesus, Sam!"
Sam's mouth fell open as he realized what it must have looked like; like someone had nabbed him in the middle of the night. "Shit, Dean. I'm sorry. I didn't think!"
"Obviously! Fuck!" Dean swallowed hard, still quaking with fear for his missing, blind little brother and pulled Sam into a hug. He held on tight and tried to calm his breathing. "Don't you do that to me again. Dammit, Sam."
"Sorry. I'm sorry." Sam let his hands slide down Dean's bare back at the same moment he heard a shocked squeal from a woman behind them. "Uh… Dean? You're naked, aren't you?"
"Yep. Oh, don't look so shocked, sister." Dean said to the women who had squealed from behind them. He grinned. "You know you'd pay to see this grade-A man flesh anywhere else."
"Oh, my God, Dean. Shut up." Sam laughed and gave him a push. "Room. Now. God, you're such a child sometimes." He turned his head in the general vicinity of where he thought the woman was. "Sorry, ma'am. It won't happen again."
Dean chuckled and led Sam down the building to their room. "I kinda had other things on my mind when I woke up than finding my damn underwear.
"Don't scar that kid, please?" Sam asked with a laugh.
"What kid? Oh!" Dean slapped a hand over his crotch as he spotted a young boy several rooms down from theirs and then stopped, staring. "Did you see him?"
Sam shook his head, his good humor fumbling. "No. I heard him."
"Right." Dean sighed and led Sam into their room, then closed the door. "It'll come back, Sam. Now com'ere." He grabbed his brother and toppled them both back onto the bed. "Almost breakfast time. I need a bigger appetite."
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Azazel stood across the street from the Winchesters' motel. He watched Sam, feeling for a moment as though he were watching over a favored pet while the youngest Winchester made his careful way down the building. He saw a man down the street eyeing Sam speculatively and briefly considering watching to see how a blind Sam would handle being mugged but opted against it. Sam hadn't had long enough without his sight to become an effective fighter and would most likely end up grievously wounded or dead. Azazel raised a single finger and a moment later, two men burst from a building to sweep the would-be mugger up and out of sight silently.
He smirked and put his attention back on Sam. Azazel curled his lip when Dean appeared, but then his brows flew up his forehead as he watched the elder Winchester wrap Sam into an embrace that was anything but innocent, not to mention the possessive way Sam's hands slid down his brother's naked back. Clearly there were a few things Daddy Winchester had failed to notice before he made his deal for Dean's life. And didn't that just make things interesting?
"Master."
"What?" Azazel didn't look away until Dean had taken his brother back into their motel room and vanished from sight. He looked down at the smaller man, the demon, and waited.
"Master, the witch says she may have a way." The demon gave a small bow, leery of incurring Azazel's wrath. He'd seen the aftermath of far too many victims of the demon's anger.
"May have?" Azazel sneered. He glanced up at the sky briefly. "She has five hours left, after which I'm going to turn her into a marionette with her own intestines while she watches. She'd better have something better than 'may have'. Fine. Let's go."
"And the Winchesters?" The demon asked with a speculative look across to the motel. "Should we do anything?"
"No. Leave them be. It's not time yet." Azazel dismissed the motel and started up the street. "Let's go see what our little witch has for us."
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Sam held the phone to his ear and leaned back in his seat in the diner. "Bobby, please tell me you're calling because you found something."
Bobby smiled sadly to himself. "Not yet, Sam. I'm sorry. I haven't given up though and neither should you. Short of death, this spell crap's almost never permanent. I just gotta figure out how to purge it from you."
"You make it sound like a disease," Sam said softly and listened for his brother's footsteps returning from the restroom while he spoke.
"More like the flu," Bobby said with a small laugh. "And I just need to find the right vaccine. You're gonna see again, Sam. I'm sure of it. Now, how you boys doin'? Dean takin' care of you?"
Sam coughed around his coffee with a smile and carefully set the cup down. "Yeah. Yeah, Bobby. He's… taking real good care of me."
"Good. Tell that idjit to call me later an' I might have somethin'." Bobby smiled. "Try to relax, son. We'll figure this out."
"Thanks, Bobby. I will." Sam flipped his phone closed and put it back in his pocket as he heard Dean's distinctive steps approach. "Bobby called."
Dean slid into the booth opposite his brother and smiled. "He find anything?"
Sam shook his head. "Not yet. Wanted to know if you were taking care of me, though." He could picture the cheeky grin on his big brother's face and knew he was right when he heard him laugh.
"Yeah, we're not ever tellin' Bobby just how well I'm takin' care of you." Dean grinned and shook his head, a little horrified at the idea. He leaned back in his seat and kept the sigh to himself. Not that he wasn't enjoying his downtime with Sam, and more so now than he ever had before given the new facet of their relationship, but he was unused to so much time spent in one place without a job. He was itching to find something to hunt, but after the witch's house the day before, there was no way he'd be doing that again until Sam was better. "What do you wanna do today?"
Sam shrugged and his misery returned. All his favorite things required his eyesight - or the ability to read Braille. "I don't know. I mean… I really don't know what to do with myself." He blew out a breath. "I can't read or research. I can't even watch tv, and, dude, that is not as fun as you think it is."
"Aw, come on. Fat Albert's funnier without lookin' at the screen," Dean said with a grin and a laugh that quickly faltered in the face of the miserable look on his brother's face. "Ok, you're right. I know it sucks. You just have to make do until we get your sight back. And we will get your sight back, Sammy. I know it."
"How can you be so sure?" Sam asked softly and felt his brother's foot nudge up against his under the table in a show of support.
"'Cause I'm me." Dean shook his head and did something he didn't think he'd ever do; he reached across the table and took one of Sam's hands, folding it in both of his own and gave it a squeeze. He wouldn't have thought he'd ever make a public display of affection like that, but Sam had a knack for crossing all his lines like other people breathed, and there was nothing Dean wouldn't do to make him feel better, or try to. "You know I'm a glass-half-empty kinda guy, Sammy, but I'm tellin' ya. This is gonna be fixed. You, me, and Bobby are gonna figure this out because you will not be stuck like this forever. I feel it in my gut."
Sam knew his eyes must be blown wide behind his sunglasses. He couldn't believe Dean was actually holding his hand in public. For his big brother to do something like that in front of witnesses meant he believed what he was saying and wanted Sam to believe it too. "Ok." He nodded and gave his brother a smile. "I trust you and your questionable judgment."
"Questionable?"
"That waitress in El Paso last year? Yeah. Questionable."
"Dude, how was I supposed to know she was a he? Did you see his legs?" Dean laughed at the disgusted look on Sam's face and squeezed his hand once more before letting it go. "Come on."
"Where are we going?" Sam asked and slid out of the booth, feeling Dean's hand on his elbow as he gained his feet.
"We're gonna be normal people for a day." Dean smiled and led the way out of the diner with Sam at his shoulder.
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Sam leaned back into his brother's chest and sighed deeply, tilting his face up to feel the warmth of the sun on his skin. "Ok. This does not suck." He felt Dean's chuckle through his back and rubbed his hands along Dean's thighs where they were spread out on either side of his hips.
Dean grinned and adjusted his back against the tree. He looked out at the little park and knew he'd made the right call. Sam felt more relaxed than he had since his sight had vanished, and he had to admit, it was nice to just sit and be normal for a little while, or as normal as they got. "You want another beer?" He'd found them a secluded spot, screened by bushes, and let Sam use him as a backrest. It was comfortable and maybe crossing his line for chick-flick moments but he was enjoying it.
Sam nodded. "Yeah, please." It felt good to relax with his brother, even if he couldn't see anything. It was just cool enough that the warmth from his brother's chest kept him from shivering, and he couldn't believe Dean was allowing him to all but cuddle in public. "What's this place look like?"
"Trees. Bushes. Little pond." Dean snorted and looked out over the water. "Ok, big pond, and there's a couple bored looking ducks out there." He put a fresh beer in Sam's hand and slid his own around his little brother's waist, letting his fingers glide under his shirt to rest against bare skin. "We're pretty much on our own right here except for the ducks." It was still new territory, being able to touch Sam like this, and Dean smiled as he felt his brother shiver under his touch as his fingers slipped beneath the top of his jeans and brushed the fine hair on Sam's lower stomach. "No one to see us."
Sam let his head tip back onto Dean's shoulder and smiled. "I like that." He moaned softly when he felt Dean unbuckling his belt and stiffened. "Dean…"
"It's just us," Dean reassured him and pulled his brother's jeans open, sliding a hand down until he could palm Sam through his boxer-briefs.
"And the ducks… guh," Sam grunted and let his mouth fall open as Dean's hand curled around his shaft through thin fabric. "Oh, God."
Dean pulled Sam's hips back a little further into the vee of his legs and stroked him slowly. "And you were worried I was gonna freak out."
Sam gave a breathless laugh and nodded, rolling his head over to seek Dean's lips with his own. "Don't know what I was thinking." He smiled when Dean's plush lips brushed over his own and opened his mouth in invitation as Dean's tongue licked across them. "Mmm."
"Taste good, Sammy." Dean muttered into his brother's mouth and kissed him, licking inside along his teeth until Sam was panting. He gave long, sure strokes to Sam's cock so his brother's hips were jumping, pushing up into his hand of their own accord while Sam whimpered prettily for him. "So goddamn hot like this."
Sam let his head fall back to Dean's shoulder again while his brother stroked him and gasped in a breath. "Want… want you in me." He bit his bottom lip, imagining the park in his head. "We alone?"
Dean groaned and tightened his grip on Sam's cock. "Alone enough. Come on. Come're." He pushed at Sam's hip so his brother moved and Dean started shoving his pants down his legs while Sam staggered and turned around.
Sam chuckled, feeling Dean's hands tugging at his pants and reached out to steady himself, finding Dean's shoulders. "Anxious?"
"To get in that ass? Hell, yeah," Dean growled and pulled Sam across his lap once he had his pants off. It was broad daylight and anyone could walk around the little screen of bushes to see them, and he didn't damn well care as Sam's weight settled in his lap. He slid his fingers down the cleft of his brother's ass and groaned again as he found his hole. "Don't have lube."
Sam leaned down, sliding his face through Dean's hair until he reached his ear and smiled as he thought about what they'd done after a naked Dean had gotten him back in their room earlier. "Still open from you this morning."
"Holy shit." Dean wrapped his arms around Sam and shuddered. He let go and leaned back enough to get his belt and jeans open and then lifted them both for a moment as he shoved them down until his cock was free. "So damn hot, Sam. Jesus."
Sam leaned up and felt Dean's cock slide back between his legs and along his ass. "Fuck, yes." He spread his legs wider around his brother's hips and tightened his hands in Dean's shirt. "Wish I could see you."
Dean leaned up and caught Sam's lips with his own at the whispered plea and kissed him again. "I know. You will." He cupped his hands around Sam's ass and pulled gently. "Promise."
Sam moaned as Dean's cock pressed against his entrance. He bit his bottom lip and sank down, taking Dean inside him in a burn of pleasure-pain that made his eyes cross. "God." If he was honest with himself, it gave him a little thrill to think that someone could see them, could watch Dean fucking his little brother, and Sam tried not to look too hard at that thought. The 'wrong' of it did something for him.
"Fuck, Sammy." Dean moaned along with him as he slid inside all that tight heat. He could feel lube from earlier and some of himself that he'd left behind and that gave him a rush knowing that Sam had been walking around with Dean still inside him. He let Sam set the pace as his little brother pushed down, taking him deep inside until he was sitting in Dean's lap and panting. "Alright, Sammy?"
Sam nodded and rested his forehead atop Dean's head in his hair. "M'good. God… yeah. Good. So good." He lifted his hips up and dropped back down, nailing his own sweet spot with Dean's cock and bit off a loud, pleased curse. He felt exposed wearing only his shirts, naked from the waist down and riding his big brother in an open park that he couldn't even see. "Dean."
"Yeah, Sammy." Dean held on to his hips, guiding him as Sam rose and fell, and he let his head thump into Sam's chest with the delicious feelings working through him. His cock was being squeezed perfectly by the muscles inside his brother, and he was in serious danger of coming like a horny teenager.
Sam listened to the moans and grunts coming from his brother. He heard Dean's gasped breaths in his ear and felt his hands grasping and gripping at his ass, no doubt leaving the impression of Dean's fingers bruised into his skin. He could feel the constant shiver of reaction coursing through Dean's body against him and the increasingly unsteady jerk of Dean's hips up into his own; his brother's cock pressing into his sweet spot; his own cock rubbed between their shirts in almost too much friction. Sam tipped his head back and shouted as he came in the riot of sensation.
"Oh, fuck. Fuck!" Dean held on to his brother as Sam arched and came, rocking with the strength of it in his lap. The muscles around his cock clamped down and Dean shouted into Sam's collar bone. He thrust up again and again and came deep inside him with Sam still writhing in his arms. He held on to Sam while their orgasms worked through them both and finally slumped back against the tree with Sam a heavy weight against his chest. "Holy crap," Dean gasped and moaned softly when Sam shifted his hips with him still inside.
Sam chuckled a little breathlessly and nosed into the hair behind his brother's ear, sated. "Think I like… visiting parks." He felt boneless and heavy and wasn't planning on moving anytime soon.
Dean tightened his arms around Sam's back and sighed with contentment. "Normal doesn't suck." He chuckled softly. "Well, you know… normal aside from the whole I-just-screwed-my-brother thing." He grinned when he heard the fond 'Shut up, Dean,' murmured into his ear.
Azazel stood on the opposite side of the pond from the Winchesters and watched with his yellow eyes wide and his jaw hanging open. It was one thing to have thought they were perhaps closer than brothers but another altogether to see it in action. He looked at the lean lines of Sam's bare legs folded up on either side of his big brother's hips, at the shapely curve of his backside and began to grin. "Oh, this is delicious. This is…" he stopped and shook his head slowly, savoring the image before him as the two men cuddled close and were oblivious to the world around them as they caught their breaths; the way Sam still visibly shuddered in reaction and how much Azazel wanted to feel that first-hand. He backed away slowly into the trees, keeping them in sight until at last he turned and started away, still grinning. "Maybe this will be the thing that breaks that stubborn daddy of yours, boys, hmm? Bet he won't be feeling so righteous down in the pit once he hears about this. Delicious. Just delicious."
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To Be Continued…