Title: The Weeping Willow Will Weep No More
Authors: scarlettraven9 and heatherofnight
Dedication: The one, the only, feather_touch
Summary: A hunt involving a magical willow tree reveals to Sam and Dean their true feelings for each other. Set during S1
Warning: Adult content and sexual situations.
Pairing: You guessed it...wincest
Chapter Two
Dean was worried. It wasn't that Sam was pale; his face was bright pink. It wasn't that his breathing was labored; his inhalations were deep and steady.
But Sam's head was perched on Dean's shoulder and with each breath, moist warm air blew into Dean's ear. He shivered. Between that and the way Sam nuzzled against him, clinging and restless, Dean was afraid he was going to give Tabitha and Moondoggie quite a show.
With Sam.
He knew the thought should be wrong but with Sam in his arms, his body said it was right.
Dean angled Sam's face away from the sensitive skin below his jaw-line and brushed too long bangs from wide eyes.
Before he had a chance to ask Sam if he was okay, something thwacked the middle of his back and he was bent awkwardly over Sam's malleable body.
Something poked Dean hard in the thigh and he realized not all of Sam's body was malleable; Sam's cock still had a raging hard-on.
"No! Stop!" Tabitha squawked in the background.
Dean was too busy trying not to crush Sam even as something wrapped more tightly around their two bodies, squeezing.
There was a rub against Dean's ass and then something sinewy slithered between his legs. It also must have slithered between Sam's legs because they were now cock to cock. Pressure pushed their pelvises together and Dean was powerless to do anything except grind against Sam's toned body.
Voices grew louder and the exchange sounded heated but Dean was having trouble thinking past his body's needs.
The body Dean had been dry humping was suddenly gone and Dean growled deep in his throat. Before he could lodge further protest, Sam was back in his arms but with a twist—Dean's cock was now nudging Sam's ass.
Dean's upper body was pulled upright so he was now sitting on the hard packed ground. Sam's shapely butt was nestled atop his groin and the pressure was too much for Dean. He could only lean against whatever force held him as Sam's ass scraped against the bulge in his crotch one more time and his cock spewed its release.
Floating on the aftermath, Dean jolted into awareness when taut bands circled his wrists, pulling them around Sam's waist, hands palming the engorged flesh straining flexed-to-the-max boxer briefs. One hand was guided under the heavy ball-sac, the other cradled the monster erection. Pressure on Dean's wrists made his hands flex and then he didn't need the guidance, his hands squeezing and stroking all on their own. Sam felt so good. He kneaded and clutched and was rewarded when Sam's whole body tensed before Dean felt warm moisture on his hands.
Some of the tendrils withdrew from their bodies and with it came a modicum of separation. Sam's back slumped heavily against Dean's chest and Dean compensated by wrapping his arms around Sam's small waist to keep him in place.
The rest of the strands coiled around his body began to withdraw slowly, slithering around and over Dean's tender flesh, eliciting a shiver. It was too early for him to get it up again but the twisting sensation certain gave him pause.
It was hard to remain upright without anything to brace against, especially with Sam's dead weight cradled against his chest and he began to topple over. He braced their combined weight with a hand on the ground while he his other hand sought the pulse point at Sam's neck. A little fast but after what Sam had been through, that seemed right.
The silence lengthened and when someone's feet shuffled, Dean became aware that they had an audience. Tabitha's eyes were huge in her face and her mouth was fashioned in an 'o.' Moondoggie was disheveled, hair hanging in his slack face. Both sets of eyes were glued to the body slumped in his arms.
Dean shifted Sam down so he could see over his shoulder. He followed their hot stares to the junction of Sam's legs were the last of the tree roots—tree roots!—glided across Sam's groin, huge cock swelling again.
Sam was too vulnerable, too exposed, like this so Dean took control of the situation. Reaching around Sam's torso he found the waistband of the partially shed jeans and tugged them up the pliant body. Once Dean had them arranged in some semblance of order, he tucked Sam's engorged member into the fly and manhandled the zipper up. Sam's button-down shirt had been ripped in the melee with most of the buttons popped off and his v-neck t-shirt had been stretched out, the creamy skin of one shoulder peeping out from beneath the light blue material.
If Dean moaned a bit, it was just from the effort. It had nothing to do with Sam having a hot body.
What the hell was he thinking? He would surely go to hell for having such thoughts about his own brother.
Sam whimpered and Dean, always attuned to Sam's needs, slid his brother off of his lap. "Are you with me yet, Sammy? Hey, talk to me."
Head bobbing on his neck, Sam moaned a little breathlessly and then answered, "I'm good. Really good. Dean, did we just…?"
The question tapered off. Sam was able to push away from Dean and sit up on his own and if Dean missed his warmth, it was just because he'd lost his leather jacket and now the air was chilling in the waning afternoon sunshine.
Tabitha cleared her throat hesitantly. "I, ah, took care of the tree and it won't bother anyone else. Now I think we should get you two back to the house. Moondoggie, please give them a hand."
Dean didn't like the idea of someone else touching Sam and maybe his lips twisted up in a snarl. Moondoggie steered clear of Sam and walked next to Dean, holding his hand out. Dean ignored the hand, hefting himself to his feet. The other man walked away, scooping up the leather jacket and handing it to Dean. Glancing toward Sam to assure himself his brother—what did he just do to his own brother!—was still conscious and upright, Dean looked down at the front of his jeans while shaking the debris off his jacket; he had moist patches all over his clothes from rolling around the damp ground so the wet smudge from where he'd come didn't stand out. He'd never considered himself a modest person but he was feeling very exposed at the moment.
Sam shivered from his perch on the ground; his brother had to be cooling rapidly now that he was sitting still. "Here, put this on." Dean extended his jacket to Sam.
Pushing the jacket away, Sam shook his head no, an action which made his eyes widen more if that was possible. "I'm hot."
There were so many comments Dean could make to that statement but he left it alone. He was beginning to feel more himself, more in control of his own actions, but Sam was still under the influence—his pupils were still dilated, his cheeks were blushing pink and his mouth was slack. Dean extended his hand toward his brother. "Do you think you can stand up?"
Sam took Dean's hand and let him pull him to his feet. Dean had to steady Sam as he overbalanced.
Sam's body pressed into Dean. Dean's body unconsciously pressed back. He needed to put a stop to this. Now. His body liked it too damn much.
Damn willow tree. Damn witch.
Damn, Sam was practically panting in his ear and it was more than he could take.
Dean held his over affectionate brother in frustration and confusion. Sam was sagging against him but it wasn't the normal on the hunt exhaustion sag. No, this was the type of sagging he got when he bed a drunk woman. Sam arms were lax around him and his face was burrowed into Dean's neck and he could swear he felt his brother licking him.
Tabitha motioned for her stoner man to help Dean with his burden and while Dean didn't like the idea of another man touching Sam at this moment, he did need some help.
"Dean, Moondoggie will help you get Sam to the house. I have some tea that will help flush out the effects of the tree." Tabitha's voice was an annoying sing song.
The whole situation made Dean sigh in frustration. It made him want to bolt with Sam, but the thought of getting his brother back to normal quickly won out.
"Sammy, we gotta move." Dean nudged his brother which elicited a whimper and not a whimper of pain. The noise made Dean's cock twitch in interest and his face to flush with embarrassment as this whole thing playing out in front of the love-in couple.
Luckily Moondoggie was stronger than he looked and the two of them were able to get Sam back to the house and on the floral print couch that made Dean's stomach turn to look at. He got Sam positioned in what he felt was a comfortable position and moved to stand only to be pulled in close by his brother's grabby hands.
"Stay, Dean." Sam mumbled out as he sought to snuggle up against his older brother.
Dean felt his face heat up again. "Could you guys, like, get that tea now?"
Tabitha smiled. "Of course, hold on I'll get Tiger Eyes his drink."
Before Dean could respond to the tiger eyes comment, Tabitha and her swirling skirt disappeared into the kitchen, leaving him alone with a horny brother and a stoned stoner.
Moondoggie giggled as he watched Sam snuggle closer to Dean.
"Dude, he likes you."
Dean rolled his eyes. "Yeah well he has always been affectionate but this is a bit much."
Moondoggie nodded. "It's the trees man, their magic. Tabitha did that."
"Yeah, about that, what the hell made her …?" Dean paused not sure how to phrase the question.
"Oh, she wanted to make the trees happy, man. Willows look so sad, you know their weeping and all. So she put a happy spell on them which definitely made them perk up, only now they want to make everyone they come in contact with 'happy'."
The last part was said with parenthesis fingers, which always annoyed Dean.
"So she messed up the spell, like she did earlier?" Dean gritted out as Sam ground against him.
"Yeah, she's new to the Wiccan way of life. We've always been green but this part is new. But I wouldn't say she messed up. Those trees are awesome...we've had the best sex because of them man."
Moondoggie's face lit up into a big smile.
"I bet." Dean replied tightly.
Moondoggie nodded enthusiastically. "Hey Tabby, hurry up honey or we're gonna get another porn show."
Dean wanted to respond but he was trying to keep Sam's roving hands from going too low.
"D-Dean." Sam pleaded, as he ground against his brother.
Dean could feel Sam's hard cock and it made him flinch a bit. "Yeah Tabby please hurry."
Tabitha moved carefully into the room with a full cup of tea in a mug with a giant happy face on it.
"Okay, Tiger Eye's let's get you calmed down a bit." Tabitha purred as she approached.
Dean huffed. "This better calm him down a lot."
Sam reluctantly turned to face the young witch wannabe. "I want to be alone with Dean."
It came out in a whiny voice that made Dean think of a seven year old Sam not the adult version and it gave him an idea.
Turning to face his brother's who's eyes were once again lust blown, Dean felt a shiver of either apprehension or was it... lust. Crap, his mind was playing with him again.
"Sammy, if you drink your tea and give me fifteen minutes to explain to these two why it's not a good idea to have 'happy trees', I'll take you back to the motel where we can be alone. I promise."
Dean watched as Sam's face scrunched up in thought, and then he reluctantly nodded.
"Fifteen minutes, you promised and then we're alone all night. Just you and me." Sam's voice was raspy and Dean felt himself shiver with anticipation.
"Promise, but you have to drink all of the tea. Even if it tastes like ass." Dean replied sternly.
Tabitha giggled. "Don't worry it tastes like a honey tea."
Sam finally took the tea and began to sip it. Evidently it did have a decent taste because soon Sam was slurping it down.
Dean took his attention off his juvenile acting brother, dying to ask Tabitha about her pet name for Sam.
"So why do you call Sam, Tiger Eyes?"
Tabitha giggled as she sat down on the arm of the large stuffed chair her moronic boyfriend was occupying.
"Sam has the most beautiful exotic feline eyes. Haven't you noticed? I mean, yours are gorgeous, like green emeralds but there is something unique about Sam's eyes. They draw you in, and he communicates so much with them."
Moondoggie shuffled in his seat. "Tabby here has a thing for eyes. She approached me 'cause I have blue eyes that reflect the moon and sky."
Dean sighed. He was surrounded by two very earthy hippies, but he had to admit that Sam did express a lot with those puppy dog eyes of his and they were unique.
"Yeah, I guess I get it." Dean replied as he turned to see how his brother was doing.
Sam was finally giving Dean a bit of breathing space. His 'cat like' eyes were now focused on the ceiling fan that was turning in the room.
"Sammy, you okay?" Dean asked a bit concerned with the faraway look in Sam's expression.
Sam blinked owlishly before replying with a smile. "Dude, I'm awesome. Can I have more tea?"
Dean shook his head in frustration. He knew when his brother was intoxicated and Sam was definitely three sheets to the wind.
"No, just chill out Sam while I chat with Tabitha here, okay?"
"Yeah, okay," Sam replied, his attention once again on the fan.
"So what was in that tea or do I want to know?" Dean asked, flustered that he hadn't thought to ask before his brother drank it.
Tabitha smiled. "Herbs, it's all natural stuff."
"Herbs? That's what I was afraid of! Is he going to be this calm for awhile?" Dean asked as he watched his brother continue to stare at the ceiling fan.
"Oh, should last a couple of hours and then he should be back to normal or pretty much."
"Fine, he better be normal and not just pretty much or I will have to come back and believe me you two don't want me coming back." Dean replied with a glare that was totally lost on the happy couple.
"I'm good Dean, don't stress." Sam had evidently been the only person in the room aware of Dean's growing frustration and anger.
Sam awkwardly patted Dean on the shoulder and then the ceiling fan pulled his attention away.
Dean felt a headache coming on. This had not been a good day, not a horrible day as far as hunts went but definitely a headache worthy day. He took a deep calming breath and decided to get down to business with the Moonies in front of him so that he could get back to the motel.
"Here's the deal, my partner and I are with the Department of Agriculture and messing with plants the way you two have isn't really allowed, and can be dangerous to you and others."
Before he could continue Tabitha interrupted. "But the Willows were weeping and we wanted them to be happy, and now they are."
"Yes, but they are also molesting people. Look lady, the thing is... people don't cotton to witchcraft even if it is of the Glenda the Good Witch type. Word gets out to the wrong people about your 'happy plants' and they might set torch to them. For the plants sake and yours, you need to undo the spell. You understand me right?" Dean waited for reality to finally set in on the two flower power kids in front of him.
"How did you know I was a Wiccan? Are you one too?" Tabitha replied enthusiastically.
Sam decided to tune in to that part and started snickering beside him.
"No, hell no, I'm not a Wiccan it's just in my line of work I've run into your kind before and like I said you need to stop or it won't end pretty." Dean snapped out in frustration.
"Dude, like I said chill, they're cool." Sam replied beside him.
Tabitha smiled at Sam. "We are cool, my brother. So, I need to reverse the spell, but the thing is I'm really new to this. When I placed a happy spell on the trees I didn't intend for this to happen. It was just a fun turn of events."
Dean was at his wits end and he needed to get away and to get away fast so he decided to abandon this hippy sit in for now and to take care of it after Sam was better.
"Okay, here's the deal. I'm gonna take Sam back to our motel so that he can recover from his love in with the trees, and once he is back to normal, I'll have him find you a reversal spell. Okay?"
Tabitha's eyes went wide. "So Tiger Eye's is our Wiccan!"
Moondoggie smiled. "Oh, yeah, he is our brother."
Sam giggled loudly. "Uh, no I'm just... I just read a lot and I'm good at research. I'm his geek boy."
Dean smirked at Sam. "Yeah, he is my geek boy and I need to get him home, so you guys, try and keep the trees away from other people and we'll be in contact."
"Groovy." Moondoggie replied as he and Tabitha stood.
"Yeah, groovy." Sam echoed as he tried to stand only to fall back into his seat.
Dean reached out and grabbed each of his brother's shoulders and hoisted him up in place.
"Okay, Space Cadet, let's get you back to the motel room, can you walk?" Dean stood back to assess his loopy brother.
Sam smiled and nodded. "Yeah, I'm good."
Dean smirked back. "Sure you are."
He let Sam move past him, as the kid wobbled back and forth, Dean decided to loop an arm around Sam's waist so his brother didn't face plant on the way to the car.
Tabitha and Moondoggie stood on the porch and watched as Dean somehow got his befuddled brother in the car. Once Sam was in, he called out one last time to them.
"We'll call you in a day or so."
The couple smiled and waved as Dean made his way to his side of the car. Once inside the beloved confines of his baby, he let out a relieved sigh. It was good to be home again, even with a stoned brother next to him.
Sam seemed content to be in the car too, smile planted on his face. "Dean, you should have had the tea."
Dean grinned back as he turned the key in the ignition. "Yeah, you're probably right little brother, you're probably right."
-0-
Dean was reluctant to leave Sam in the car while he booked the room, but really he didn't want to take the stoned out kid in the office with him. So fingers crossed, he gave Sam a simple direction.
"Sam, stay in the car." Dean had grabbed Sam's face with his two hands to make sure the kid was paying attention.
Sam's pupils were blown and he knew the kid was having a hard time focusing. There was a silly grinned plastered on Sam's face.
"quay." Sam replied softly.
"Sammy, what did I ask you to do?" Dean repeated still holding his brother's face.
"Stay in car." Sam replied with a big grin.
Dean let out a relieved sigh and released Sam. "Good boy."
Sam nodded. "I'm not a dog but I promise I'll stay."
Dean smirked. His brother was so puppy-like know matter how much he liked to think otherwise.
"Yeah okay Fido, just stay put and I'll be right back."
The whiny sound of his name echoed as Dean got out of the car and made him chuckle.
TBC
A/N: Thanks for reading, more soon. And a big thanks to those who reviewed or put this story on alert.