DISCLAIMER: Unfortunately, I do not own Sam or Dean. They belong to Eric Kripke (lucky!) And I am just playing with the boys for my own twisted entertainment.
CHAPTER TEN: I WANT TO DO THIS
Dean was still sleepy, so it really didn't register what Sam had been saying until he heard him say he found Lilith. "What?" Dean asked, leaning on the back of Sam's chair as he got a closer look at the screen. "How the hell did you manage that one, Sammy?"
Sam shifted uncomfortably in his chair as he felt Dean leaning in. He didn't have a shirt on, typical of Dean while he slept, and Sam could feel the heat emanating off him. "Um...I, uh, have my connections, Dean," he explained, licking his lips as he tried to focus on anything but the fact that Dean was so close to him, and if he wanted to, he could just tilt his head back a little and make their lips touch.
"Connections, huh?" Dean asked, shaking his head at Sam's tone. Sure, Sam had connections that could just find powerful demons and give him a location. Like that was possible. Dean was sure Sam was just too embarrassed to admit how much of a geek he was. "So, where is she?"
Sighing, Sam tried to move over farther. "She's not that far away, actually. Just a couple states over." No matter how far Sam moved, it seemed as though Dean just kept getting closer and closer. And if Sam moved over anymore, he was going to fall out of the chair. This damn motel room was too fucking small! Not to mention, Dean wasn't helping because he didn't have a shirt on!
"Can you put a shirt on, please?" Sam asked, his words coming out a little more aggravated than he had intended them to. "And back up. You're in my space. You're...suffocating me."
Dean frowned when Sam snapped at him. "What's up your ass?" he asked, instantly regretting his choice of words after that dream he just had. "You never seemed to care about me walking around without a shirt on before. And 'your space?' What the fuck?"
Sam shook his head, sighing. "Dean, I just need you to...stop, okay?" He really didn't know what he was asking Dean to stop, so therefore, he knew Dean wouldn't know. But if he asked, and Sam was sure he would, Sam was just going to have to come up with something. And the truth was not an option.
"Stop what, Sam?" Dean asked, confused. "I'm not doing anything. I'm just standing here?" He sighed, looking at Sam. "Do-Do you want me to go away, or something?" Dean was so far beyond confused at this point. He had no idea what was running through Sam's gigantic brain, and honestly, he wasn't sure he wanted to know.
"I can't do this, Dean," Sam answered, closing his eyes as he fought back the tears. The feelings raging through his body right now were just too much, and there was nothing he could do to stop them. "I can't, I'm sorry." Sam stood, then, making a beeline for the bathroom, but Dean grabbed his arm, stopping his movements.
"No, Sam," Dean protested, tightening his grip on Sam's elbow, knowing his brother could take it. "You're not going into that bathroom and hiding from me. Not again." Shaking his head, sighing, he licked his lips. "Just tell me what you want me to do, Sammy."
Sam was surprised at how fast Dean had reacted. This was just a sign that Dean knew him too well. Sighing, Sam fought the tears that were threatening to spill from his eyes. He didn't know how to tell Dean what he wanted. Well, he did, but not without having Dean think he was a sick fuck for wanting to sleep with his brother. But, he knew Dean, and he knew there was no way he was being released until he told him the truth. Great.
Dragging his tongue over his suddenly too dry lips, Sam closed his eyes again. "I want you, Dean," he explained. "And not like a brother should. But, I know you don't feel that way about me, and I won't force myself on you, but you have to help me, here." Shaking his head, tear-filled hazel orbs met jade. "You can't run around without a shirt on all the time, and you have to keep your distance. Otherwise, I'm going to lose what little control I still have left, and you're not going to like where it takes us."
Dean rolled his eyes as he heard Sam say he wanted him. Yeah, like he hadn't heard that one before. And how dare Sam tell Dean how he felt. Sam didn't know what was going on in Dean's head, obviously. Because if he did, then he would have known that Dean felt the same way. Sometimes, Sam was just too smart for his own good. Looking at this all the wrong way. Making himself out to be a sick freak, when really, it was both of them.
Sighing in frustration, Dean whipped Sam around, pulling him flush against his body, his lips crushing against his baby brother's. Repositioning himself so that he could wrap his arms around Sam instead of holding Sam's biceps in a death grip, he tangled his fingers in Sam's shaggy chestnut hair, pushing his tongue past his brother's lips and teeth, mapping out the warm, wet cavern that was Sam's mouth.
Sam gasped as Dean kissed him, confused as to what was happening. This had to be some kind of pity thing. Making Sam feel better about his sick, twisted desires. When he felt Dean tangling his fingers in his hair, he quickly slapped his hands away, trying to push Dean away. "Stop it, Dean," he mumbled, still trying to get away from his brother's seeking mouth that had now found his cheek. But Dean wasn't moving, and Sam didn't want to push too hard.
"Thought you wanted this, Sam," Dean protested, his mouth moving to Sam's neck once he had realized Sam wasn't enjoying this. He would make Sam see he was not just doing this as a favor to him. See that he wanted this just as much. But sometimes, Sam could just be so hard headed and refused to see what was right in front of him.
When Sam felt Dean's lips and tongue on his neck, he scrunched his shoulders, pushing at Dean again. "No," he protested. "Well, yeah, but no." Again, he pushed at Dean, attempting to groan in protest, only having the sound to break out of him as a moan of pleasure.
Dean bit into Sam's shoulder when he was pushed away from his neck. "You make no sense, Sammy," he assured him, kissing away the pain that Sam may feel. "Do you want me or not?" Slowly, he ran his hand down Sam's back, grabbing his little brother's ass and shoving his hips into his own, grinding his erection against Sam's. "Because we're all systems go on this end, and judging by your downstairs brain, you feel it too."
Sam groaned in pleasure as Dean pulled him flush against him, his cock bumping into Dean's. "Y-Yes, I- I want you," he answered, the tears that had been threatening to fall now flowing down his cheeks freely. There was nothing he could do to stop this, now. And there was no succubus to blame his actions on anymore, either. He was trapped, and he was going to let his brother fuck him and enjoy every damn minute of it. Even if Dean was only doing it out of pity.
Once Dean felt Sam stop struggling, he smiled against his brother's shoulder, that part of Sam being the particular spot he was torturing at the moment. Pulling back, Dean looked at Sam's face, frowning when he saw that he was crying. Quickly, Dean moved his hands up to cup Sam's face, wiping away his tears. "Hey, what's wrong, Sammy?"
Sam licked his lips, his teary hazel orbs focused on Dean's face. "I can't hide it anymore, Dean," he answered. "Now you know everything. There's nothing to hide behind this time. You can see right now, for yourself, first hand at what kind of a sick fuck your little brother is." Angrily, hating himself for the way he was feeling, Sam grabbed Dean's ass, pushing himself forward as he pulled Dean close to him again, moaning softly as he bucked his hips, his hard on sliding against Dean's.
Dean groaned at the pleasure pulsing through him as Sam began to get rough with him. He would never admit it to another living soul, but he kind of liked it when his little brother manhandled him. Actually he liked it a lot and it turned him on, fast. Quickly, he broke free of Sam's hold, pushing his brother backwards as he kissed his mouth hungrily. "Not the only one, Sammy," he assured him, pushing Sam down onto the bed once they were close enough. "Want you, too."
Sam gasped as Dean pushed him onto the bed, knowing that it was only a matter of time before he got what he wanted from his brother. His hands went to the fastenings of Dean's jeans as Dean crawled onto the bed with him, pulling at the clothing roughly in his attempt to get it off. But Dean wasn't having it.
Pushing Sam's hands up the bed, he pinned his wrists there as he lowered his head, kissing Sam again as he climbed further onto the bed, forcing Sam to scoot back. With his free hand, Dean trailed his fingers down the younger man's body, wrapping them around the hem of Sam's T-shirt, pulling it up off Sam's body before trailing kisses down the expanse of Sam's chest. "Sammy..." he moaned, pushing his tongue down under the waistband of Sam's jeans and teasing the flesh there.
Gasping, Sam tried to get his hands out of Dean's hold, though he failed miserably. "Dean," he gasped, tugging at his hands again. "Please, Dean...just do it. Stop...teasing, please?" This felt like torture, having Dean above him, but Dean not doing anything but teasing. God, he wanted Dean inside him, and he wanted it now. So, when Dean tried to get up, Sam wrapped his legs around his brother's waist, holding him in place as he gazed into brilliant jade green eyes, lips inches from Dean's.
"Just hang on a second, Sam," Dean gasped, trying to pry his body out of Sam's hold. "I have to go find something we can use as lube." When Dean couldn't unwrap Sam's leg from around his waist, he began to get frustrated. "Sam, come on."
"N-No," Sam begged, tightening his hold on his brother, his hands coming up to help with the task. "Don't. Just...do it without lube. I can take it." Honestly, Sam didn't know if he could take it, but he did know he didn't want Dean getting off him. If Dean got off, he might change his mind, and Sam would be left hard and wanting. "I can take it," he repeated, grinding his still jean clad ass into Dean's also jean clad cock.
Dean groaned as Sam began grinding against him. God, Sam was making it hard to say 'no.' "Are-Are you sure?" he asked, grabbing Sam's hips and making him hold still. He couldn't think when Sam was grinding against him like that. And it was like his brother didn't care. "I don't want to hurt you, Sammy," he protested, biting his bottom lip in his attempt to keep Sam from rubbing his ass against his erection again.
"You won't, Dean, please?" Sam begged again, whimpering when he couldn't move his hips. "Just...go slow. I can handle it, please?" He didn't now why Dean was arguing and making this so hard for him, but he surely didn't like it. "Dean, do-do you not want to do this?" he asked, squeezing his eyes closed as he bit his lip, waiting for the answer.
"No!" Dean yelled, gripping Sam's sides and pulling him closer. "No, I want to do this." Licking his lips, he unbuttoned Sam's pants, dragging the zipper down slowly, making sure he heard each tooth giving before he pulled the zipper down more. Once his pants were undone, Dean tucked his thumbs into the waistband of Sam's jeans and boxers, pulling them off his body. He then went to his own jeans, dragging the already open denim off his body, kicking them off once they reached his ankles, smiling as he remembered he had decided to go commando today.
Crawling back up Sam's body, he pressed a kiss to each of his brother's thighs, hot breath fanning over Sam's erect cock before he moved higher, devouring Sam's lips once again. Slowly, Dean trailed his hand down Sam's chest, dragging it over Sam's hip and running his fingers over Sam's ass, pressing against his entrance slightly to allow him to get used to the feeling of him being there.
This was not something he was looking forward to; fucking Sam without lube. He knew it was only going to hurt Sam, and that wasn't something he wanted to do. But Sam was hardly letting him move. If he even tried to readjust and his hands left Sam's body, the younger Winchester would whimper and reach for him again.
"Sam, you're not in pain because I'm not touching you, right?" Dean asked, fearing that Sam might still be infected by the succubus. But he had killed the damn thing, so that shouldn't be an issue.
Due to the pleasure he was feeling as Dean raked his hands all over his body, Sam really wasn't paying much attention. However, when he heard the word 'pain,' Sam knew exactly what Dean was talking about. Shaking his head, he answered, "N-No. I just..." He paused, not wanting to tell Dean why he kept grabbing at him. But Dean was staring at him with that 'Spit it out, Sam' look, and there was no way to get around it. Sighing, he finished, "I just don't want you to stop. And if I keep holding onto you, I know you won't stop."
Dean closed his eyes, licking his lips as he listened to Sam, his head shaking slowly. Opening his eyes once again, he gazed into Sam's big, innocent hazel eyes. "Sammy," he started, resting his forehead against his brother's, "I'm not going to stop unless you tell me to." Dipping his head, he captured Sam's lips with his own once more, his tongue delving inside to savor the taste of his baby brother. The flavor of Sam was like a drug to Dean, and now that he had gotten a taste, he couldn't get enough.
Sam smiled when Dean told him he wasn't going to stop. He had no problem with that. Definitely not. He moaned into the kiss as Dean devoured his lips, never wanting this to end. However, at the same time, he wanted Dean to speed the process up. Pressing his ass closer to Dean's finger, he pleaded, "Dean, please...don't tease me."
Hearing Sam's pleas made Dean so much harder. So much more needy. "Not teasing," he assured his baby brother, pressing his lips against Sam's shoulder, his teeth scraping along his flesh lightly. His eyes darted about the room as he searched for something within reaching distance that he could use as lube to make his nerves calm down as Sam begged him to fuck him. He would; there was no doubt about that. But he would be damned if he was going to fuck Sam without lube and risk hurting his little brother. That was not an option.
Finally, Dean found what he was looking for, causing his eyes to sparkle with mischief and a smile to pull at his lips against Sam's shoulder. There, on the nightstand was the piece of French Silk pie he had been going to eat the night before. He had fallen asleep, though, so he didn't get to finish it. Now, he was kind of happy that he hadn't enjoyed the pie. But he was going to enjoy it. Oh yes, he was going to enjoy it very much. That he was sure of. Reaching a hand out towards the night stand, Dean dipped his fingers into the creamy whipped topping, getting a generous amount onto his fingertips before bringing them back down to Sam's ass, careful not to touch any other part of his brother's body with his two fingers. Slowly, Dean pushed his whipped cream covered fingers into Sam's ass, opening him up for what was to come.
When Sam felt his brother's fingers go into his ass, he yelped in surprise, pulling his ass away from Dean and the feeling of something cold and slippery sliding along Dean's fingers as he fucked Sam with them. "Dean, what the hell are you--?" His eyes widened in shock as he looked down at Dean's fingers in his ass, and the whipped cream sliding up and down his fingers as he moved them. "Is that whipped cream?!"
Dean looked up at Sam as he heard him yelling at him. What the fuck did he want from him? He wanted Dean to fuck him and now he was what? Changing his mind? However, when Sam asked if he was using whipped cream, he knew why Sam was pissed. Okay, so it wasn't conventional, but it was working; allowing his fingers to slip and slide in and out of Sam's ass nice and easy. No pain. Smiling, he answered, "Yeah. It's fine, Sammy, it won't kill you. And it eases the pain."
Gripping his brother's hip, Dean pulled him down the bed, closer to him once again, sliding his fingers into Sam's ass again, finding that same rhythm he had before Sam stopped him. "Mmm...your fault, Sammy. You wouldn't let me get real lube."
A soft moan escaped him when Dean began to slide his fingers in and out of him, scissoring them inside him to open and prepare him for what came next. Gasping, Sam pressed his body closer to Dean, arching his back and grabbing Dean's shoulder blades, gripping tightly as Dean's fingers drug across his prostate. "Mmm...Dean, now...please?"
Slowly, Dean nodded, slipping his fingers from Sam's ass as they moved to the pie again, gathering a large handful before bringing it back towards his body. Gripping his own cock he began to stroke himself, coating his erection with whipped cream to make for an easy slide in. Again, he grabbed another handful, repeating the action. Gently, he placed his left hand on Sam's hip, holding him in place as his right hand went to the base of his cock, positioning himself outside his brother's stretched hole.
"Wrap your legs around me, Sammy," Dean instructed, pale jade green eyes gazing into champagne hazel. Licking his lips, his eyes slowly slipped closed as he felt his brother's legs wrap tightly around his waist. "Mmm-hmm...like that." Opening his eyes to mere slits glazed with passion, he asked, "Are you ready, baby?"
Sam's whole body was tingling with pleasure as his brother worked him. When Dean pulled his fingers away from him, he whimpered at the loss, his fingers digging tighter into Dean's shoulder blades. His legs came up to wrap around Dean's waist, crossing his legs at his ankles to keep them locked in place. He mimicked Dean's actions as he licked his lips, sucking his own bottom lip into his mouth and biting down on it. "D-Dean, please," he begged, rocking his hips just slightly, his achingly hard cock rubbing against Dean's well-muscled abs, causing his cock to become insanely more erect, if possible. "Mmm-hmm, yeah, ready. Stop asking. Just do it."
Nodding, Dean slowly guided his cock into his brother's entrance, his breaths coming out in short pants as he buried himself to the hilt. The whipped cream made it easy, and he didn't have to push too hard to get past the tight ring of muscle, leading him to believe that Sam really wasn't feeling a lot of pain. But, he waited anyway, letting Sam be the judge of when he was allowed to move. "Tell me when, Sammy," he instructed, his eyes squeezed tightly closed in his efforts to hold still and not just mindlessly pound his little brother into the mattress.
Sam was glad Dean had used the whipped cream as lubricant, although he would never admit it. It made the ache go away faster than when he had used his spit to get Dean's cock lubed up. Nodding, Sam tightened his hold on Dean's waist with his legs, rocking back against Dean's cock. "Yeah, move, I'm good."
At Sam's 'okay,' Dean began to move, slowly at first, teasing Sam just a little. When he heard his little brother whimper with need, he smiled down at him, biting down on his bottom lip as he angled his hips as he thrust his dick into his brother's ass, hitting his prostate with each motion. Feeling Sam clench around him was something he thought he was never going to grow tired of as his brother brought him to completion. Shit, this was going to be over before it even began if he didn't slow down. But wasn't that a good thing? After all, he didn't really have that much time, and the drive to New Harmony, Indiana was going to take a few long hours.
"Dean, we-ungh-can't take long," Sam ordered, pressing his body closer to Dean as he continued to rock his hips in an attempt to get the friction his cock was demanding as it rubbed over Dean's abs. "Have to go find Lilith before it's too late." Sam's breath was coming out in pants, each word holding a gasp of breath between it and the next.
"I know, Sammy," he assured him, hating to have to think about his death as he pounded into Sam. Really, who wanted to think about going to Hell while they were having sex? Certainly not Dean. In fact, he tried not to think about it at all. But lately, he had been having dreams about it, and sometimes he would hallucinate. It was not a pretty thing. Which was why he had his eyes glued shut at the moment, knowing that if he opened them, Sam would be doing some kind of weird ass exorcist shit like he had been doing the night before.
Sam gasped as Dean thrust into him harder, his cock aching for attention. Quickly, he moved his hand from Dean's shoulder blade, sliding it down Dean's arm and gripping his wrist. Tugging at his brother's wrist, he managed to get Dean's hand off his hip, and brought it around to his cock, wrapping Dean's fingers around his shaft and forcing his hand to move. "Mmm...yeah, Dean, keep doing that." Moments later, Sam was crying out in pleasure, hot ropes of cum coating his own as well as Dean's stomach.
Hearing Sam's cries brought Dean over the edge, his own cum filling Sam's ass as he continued to thrust in and out, riding out the last waves of his orgasm. Sighing, he collapsed onto the bed beside his brother. "Wow, that was...fast."
Sam nodded, his breaths still coming out in heavy pants, his face slightly flushed. "We should shower before we go." He knew Dean wouldn't want his car smelling like sex, unless the sex had actually happened in the car, which it didn't. "I'm gonna go first." Standing, he walked into the bathroom, stepping under the hot spray of the shower. He made sure to wash his ass twice just so he was sure he got all of the whipped cream off him. Dean and his damn ideas.
Once Sam was out of the shower, Dean got in, slapping Sam's ass as they passed each other in the room, laughing as his brother yelped in surprise and then shot him his signature bitch look. He would never admit it to anyone, but Sam's bitch face kind of turned him on. Okay, it turned him on a lot.
After he was dressed, Sam plopped down onto the bed, sighing as he waited for Dean to get out of the shower. Suddenly, his cell phone rang. Knitting his brows in confusion, he answered the phone, wondering who the hell would be calling him at this hour. "Hello?"
"Sam?" came the voice on the other line.
"Yeah, who is this?"
"It's Ruby. Did you get my message?"
"Yeah. Dean and I are headed out to New Harmony as soon as he gets ready."
"Good. And you still have my knife?" She asked, sounding annoyed. "Even if it won't be much help to you when it comes to Lilith."
"Yeah," Sam answered, sounding equally annoyed. "And what do you mean it won't do anything? It kills demons!"
"Not Lilith, it won't. She won't fall for that, Sam. You're the only one who can make sure Dean doesn't go to Hell."
Sighing, Sam frowned, pinching the bridge of his nose with his thumb and forefinger. "Fine, what do I have to do?"