Title: The Weeping Willow Will Weep No More
Authors: scarlettraven9 and heatherofnight
Dedication: feather_touch who is awesome.
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
Sam was content to stay in the car, truth be known. The tea had opened up a whole new world to him and he was happy to explore the inside of the Impala with his new perspective.
First thing that hit him when he got in the car was the smell. Normally the smell of the car could be called offensive but not today... today it was home. Not that home is a smell but that was how Sam would describe it today.
The next thing that had hit him was how his body molded perfectly to the seat, like it was where he belonged. He had his place and it was in that seat next to Dean.
When Dean started the engine, it purred. Sam was familiar with the sound but today it was an intimate sound that only he and his brother got to hear day in day out. It was so comforting.
The sound of the engine lulled him into a happy trance like state until they arrived at the motel. It was Dean's hands on his face that brought him out of his happy place. Not that he minded; he liked staring at Dean he decided.
Dean had such a beautiful and expressive face. Today it was glowing.
It was easy to get lost in it but he knew that his brother wanted him to focus on staying in the car so he did.
Alone in the car he continued to catalog how special it was. How pleasing it was to just sit and be one with the car.
He lost himself in that thought until Dean rapped on the passenger window pulling Sam from another trance like state. Sam gave Dean a big smile and began to fumble with the door handle. All of the sudden, the door handle was a puzzle to be solved until it just opened like magic.
"Sam, you're a mess." Dean rumbled as Sam tried to untangle himself from the car seat.
Sam gave Dean a thankful smile as he brother helped him exit the car.
"I stayed Dean." Sam mumbled happily as they approached the motel room door.
"Yes you did Sam, good boy." Dean snapped back.
Sam frowned knowing that Dean was teasing him but unable to come up with a suitable reply.
"Not a dog Dean." Sam whined out instead.
"Just keep telling yourself that Marmaduke." Dean replied with a smirk as he guided Sam into the room.
"D-Dean." Sam whined back.
"Not helping your cause there Sammy. So, my thoughts on this tea/tree thing? You need to sleep it off."
Dean began to tug at Sam's clothing. Sam tried to help.
"I liked the tree and the tea." Sam replied happily.
"I bet you did Sam." Dean chuckled as he finally pulled Sam's outer shirt free with a triumphant grunt.
"A nap does sound good though. I'm hungry too. Can I eat first?" Sam asked as he felt himself maneuvered to the edge of the bed where Dean was tugging at his shoes.
"Sleep first and then eat. I promise once you are sound asleep, I'll go get some food." Dean replied as he started removing socks.
Dean removing his shoes and socks took Sam's memory back to the comfort of childhood and allowed him to just let Dean make the decisions right now without question.
"Okay, but I want Lucky Charms. Can you get me Lucky Charms, Dean?"
Dean huffed as he tried to tug Sam back upright. "Yeah, I'll see if I can get those for ya."
"Thanks Dean you're the best." Sam replied happily as he tried to help tug his jeans down only to have Dean gently slap his hands away.
"Sam, normally I'd help you into some sleep pants, but I'm exhausted so your sleeping in your boxer briefs, modesty be damned today. Hell it was damned today after the show you put on with the trees." Dean's tone was gruff but Sam could sense the underlying concern there.
"Yeah the tree was..." Sam lost his train of thought as dizziness assaulted him.
"Woah, Sammy, let's get you in bed." Dean moved to help Sam lay down.
It took a moment to get his bearings but once he did, Sam's body began to feel funny. Just like when he was embraced by the trees. He could feel himself becoming aroused and the need to be touched and to touch was overbearing.
Sam could see Dean's concerned face hovering above his and at that moment he needed to touch Dean, to kiss Dean.
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Dean was taken aback when Sam lunged upward, mashing his soft lips against Dean's. The lips Dean had been so fascinated with today. Throughout the years many women had hit on Dean, citing his bow-shaped lips as a turn-on. Dean had to admit it his lips were a draw for the women but he himself had always liked the shape of Sam's lips. The feel of them was every bit as nice as Dean had imagined.
Sam's tongue pushed against Dean's teeth and that was enough to have Dean back pedaling, scrambling away from the bed.
"De'n?" Sam's voice had that lost quality that always tugged at Dean's heart but he ignored it this time, instead reaching for his cell phone. Tabitha had pressed a scrap of paper with her phone number into Dean's hand as they left and he quickly located it, dialing her as fast as his trembling hands could manage.
"Hello?"
"Tabitha, this is—"
"Dean. I'd recognize your voice anywhere. What's the matter?"
"I don't think the tea worked. Sam is…" Dean searched for the right word but Tabitha's giggle and Sam shifting restlessly on the bed short circuited his thinking.
"It's okay, it'll wear off. You just need to be patient. My advice to you is to roll with it. Take it from me, based on my own experience with that tree, the sex is truly out of this world."
A dial tone met his ears and Dean bit back on the urge to say 'groovy.' Then Dean bit back a groan as a large hand wrapped around his waist. Dean knocked Sam's hand away before throwing the cell phone down on the other bed. He turned around to find Sam on his hands and knees, perched on the bed, leaning toward Dean.
"Sam, knock it off. You're going to fall." Dean felt remorse as Sam's face crumpled at his sharp tone.
Sam shifted his weight back, moving to a kneel. His hands rubbed up and down his thighs and his healthy tan complexion bloomed into a bright pink before Dean's eyes.
Roll with it. Dare he take advice from a hippy Wiccan who shouldn't be allowed to cast spells? This was Sam; he couldn't use him that way.
Sam's lower lip jutted out in a pout. "Why don't you lay down? Remember, you were going to take a nap."
Rolling his weight to the side, Sam swung his legs around so he was seated and his long legs stretched over the bed. "I'm too restless, I can't sleep. I need…"
"What do you need Sam?" Dean had a sinking sensation in the pit of his stomach that he knew what Sam needed. His heart fluttered in his chest at the suggestion of getting horizontal with Sam on the bed. Especially when Sam began to rock back and forth, long legs straddling the corner of the mattress.
Christ. Sam was going to kill him.
Sam's answer finally came. Soft. Breathy. He peeked up at Dean through his messy bangs. "You. I need you, Dean. I need you to touch me."
Desire coiled within him, his body tingling with anticipation. He didn't have any of Tabitha's home-brewed tea and the after affects of his tangle with the tree seem to have rekindled, coursing through him.
Dean pounced forward, knocking Sam on to his back. He didn't give Sam a chance to change his mind, pinning his body to the bed.
Sam was all smooth skin pulled tight over ripping muscle. Dean's fingers slid under Sam's t-shirt and sought a hardening nipple. Pinching. Sam's hips bucked and his hands scrabbled at Dean's back.
Acting on instinct, looking for a way to appease both their needs, Dean grabbed Sam's slim wrists and pinned them above his head. "No. You don't touch me unless I say so. You don't move unless I say so. You understand?"
Slowly licking his lips, pink tongue darting out nervously, Sam nodded his head yes. Dean released Sam's wrists, pushing his weight off Sam. He ignored Sam's frown, issuing commands. "Get in the middle of the bed. Take your clothes off."
Sam instantly complied; for a moment Dean wondered why everything else had always been a tug-of-war with Sam. What hunts to take. Where to stop for the night. Even what to eat. But here, in bed, Sam listened to him.
"Hands above your head." A heady rush of power surged through Dean's body when Sam did exactly what he told him. When Sam bit down on his full lower lip, desire took hold.
Dean quickly stripped out of his own clothes. He rolled on to the bed, stretching out next to Sam's long, lean body. Dean lowered his head and pressed a kiss to Sam's nipple. He'd heard somewhere that men's nipples were every bit as sensitive as a woman's and he could feel the flesh pebbling in his mouth. He laved the tip with his tongue and Sam jerked in response. Dean flattened his palm on Sam's concave stomach to hold him in place while he shifted his attention to the other nipple.
Sam was wriggling on the bedspread, trying to hold still but failing. Dean shifted his attention elsewhere, making a note to return to the pec muscles again; the way Sam was stretched out, hands overhead, defined the muscles to perfection. His hand had other ideas, sliding down the rigidly muscled abs, through the soft hair, cupping the straining cock.
Hips thrusting upward, Sam moaned. Dean took a hurried glance at Sam's face; mouth parted, lips shiny with saliva, eyes at half-mast.
Dean's own cock hardened and his control slipped. He grabbed first one pillow and then the other, jerking them down and stacking them so they rested next to Sam's hips. "Roll over."
Was that his voice? All low and growly. Satisfaction poured through Dean as Sam flipped over, letting Dean tug pillows so they were directly under Sam's upper thighs. Dean adjusted Sam's body so his gigantic cock wasn't flattened by the pillows, instead falling between the soft surface and Sam's rock-hard abdomen.
The perfect globes of Sam's tight ass were upturned in the air. Dean fondled them lovingly before spreading Sam's legs wider, kneeling between them.
He was just going to rub his cock between the white globes, work up a little friction. Then he was going to give Sam a hand job, maybe order Sam to return the favor.
When he pressed his cock between Sam's thighs and rested his pelvis on top of Sam's ass, he lost it. His body pistoned up and down. In and out.
The friction was more than he could bear. To distract himself, he worked a hand between Sam's body and the bed, cupping Sam's dick. Its length and width grew under his attention and he stroked and tugged.
It wasn't easy, his hips still thrusting, but his other hand sought the tender skin between Sam's cock and hole. He rubbed and pushed and Sam's legs flopped and his hips rolled from side to side, threatening to dump him off of the pillows.
"Don't move," he growled and Sam's body filled with tension as he tried to comply.
Dean's weight had shifted to the side and he rubbed his penis against Sam's hip as one hand worked Sam's balls and the other hand fondled the cleft of his ass before a finger sunk toward the perineum again. At the same time Dean alternately squeezed the head of Sam's cock and the foreskin, reveling in Sam's groans.
Sam couldn't help his hips from rocking and Dean allowed it. Even encouraged it. When Sam's breath caught and his body tensed, a satisfied smile curved Dean's lips. The creamy cum spurted all over his hand and the bed.
There was something so incredibly erotic about being the one to pleasure Sam and Dean's own cock twitched in anticipation. The hand wet with the fruits of Sam's release made its way to Sam's hole, his index finger circling the puckered skin.
It wasn't premeditated. Dean wasn't even sure how he knew what to do. He just slid his finger into Sam's hole.
Sam moaned and wiggled his hips and that was all the encouragement Dean needed.
He worked the hole loose, sipping his finger in and out, to the first knuckled and then the next. Then it was two fingers. Then three.
Sam was back to twisting and writhing and Dean's hips were doing the same. Once again Dean kneeled behind Sam, curled one arm under his waist to pull him up, and used the other hand to hold his own cock, lining it up with Sam's hole, holding it steady.
Just like that he pressed forward. There was resistance but he mustered all of the patience he could.
When Sam pressed back, Dean couldn't stay still. Sam was tight and hot and perfect. Dean's body took over and he didn't have to think at all.
Press forward. Pull back. Press. Pull.
His balls tightened and lights sparked across his vision.
It was the most intense orgasm of his life.
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Dean's weight pressed against his back and Sam ignored its protests. The jumpy, needy feeling was finally gone and he felt fantastic.
A warm hand cupped his ass and then Dean was gone. The fullness was gone. He acutely missed the feeling of being complete.
Dean settled next to him and then tugged him off the pillows. They lay side by side. Spooning.
Sam wanted to tease Dean but he didn't want to spoil the moment.
Fingers slid through his hair. Relaxing him. "Sam, you okay?"
"Mmmm." He was too busy enjoying the afterglow to spoil it with talk.
"I mean, was it okay for you?" Dean's voice had a hint of hesitancy and Sam wanted to look over his shoulder, see Dean's face, but the act required too much effort.
Was Dean kidding? That was the most satisfying sexual experience of his life. And that was saying something. He and Jess had been dynamite in bed together. At least that's what he'd thought until tonight.
Those willow trees were really something.
Sam's mind started turning. Dean had told Tabitha they'd be back tomorrow after Sam found a counter spell. Maybe he could find something that would make it so Dean would still want him. Some sort of sex spell. There had to be something.
While Sam's brain had drifted off on a tangent—on a randy tangent—Dean had been speaking and he was beginning to sound a bit frustrated.
Sam knew all about frustration. When they'd gotten back to the motel room, Sam had felt like if he didn't fuck, he'd die. Die of wanting.
Shifting his hips back, Sam realized Dean was getting aroused again.
Impressive.
He'd work on a spell or something for the sex later. Much later.
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Dean was getting upset. He'd just reamed his brother in the ass and all Sam would say was Mmmm. Had he hurt Sam? He didn't think so but he was worried about Sam being under the influence of whatever the willow had done to him.
"Sam? What are you thinking?" Sam always wanted to talk about his feelings. Except this time. Silence greeted his question.
His arms tightened involuntarily around Sam. He didn't want to give this up. He wanted to do it again. His cock in Sam's tight hole had been the most fantastic feeling ever.
Too bad Sam didn't seem to agree.
Or maybe he did. A tight ass pressed back into Dean's groin and he groaned in response.
Maybe the effects of the tree would linger. Nah, Dean couldn't possibly get that lucky. Maybe he could help Tabitha screw up her Latin enough to cast a spell on them. It worked on willow trees, why not them?
Sam shifted restlessly in his arms. At first he thought Sam wanted to get away from him but when Dean's hand 'accidentally' brushed against Sam's half hard cock, he decided that wasn't the case. "I think that shit isn't out of your system yet. We'd better work on it some more."
His hand tightened, working the thickening flesh. Sam gasped. "You always take such good care of me. Thank you."
Oh, Dean planned on taking good care of Sam. For as long as Sam would let him.
The End
A/N: Thank you for reading our attempt at tree porn :)