Those Days

Sam knew that it was going to be one of those days, not one of THOSE days. There wasn't any hunting, wasn't any blood or gore, but as he sat in the beach chair, bare feet in the grass, sunglasses on with a beer tucked away in the coozy, he knew it was going to be one of those other kinds of days.

WHY?

Because Ali sat not more than five feet from him, her legs stretched out, one arm bracing herself on the soft ground and Dean was casually using her lap as a pillow as he stared up into the sky watching the passing clouds. Ali was running her hand through what little hair his brother kept and slowly drawing abstract things with the top of her fingers across his forehead.

This wasn't a new thing, the two of them being so comfortable together, not in front of Sam anyway, and what did he care, she was in love with him, and he trusted his brother. I mean there was that ONE time, after the g-spot argument where things got a little crazy, and hot as hell and he was happy to know that he could get her to scream just a little louder than Dean could, but that was neither here nor there in the grand scheme of things because it didn't change what they meant to each other, and yeah, Ali won that argument. Sam knew she would.

So here they were, in a quiet park on a quiet day, not far from the bunker, with no cases in sight and he knew it was going to be one of those days when he picked up the middle of their conversation.

"It's called a kink for a reason, Dean."

"I know that, I'm just saying, there's nothing wrong with admitting it. Hey, I like my hair pulled a time or two, now and again." he laughed, but then Sam watched his leg jump. "OW! Not now!"

"It's a kink, Dean, it either turns you on or it doesn't, that didn't sound like it did."

"Oh, I didn't say it was a bad thing, besides, I like the pain and the way you get gentle afterwards."

"See, total kink."

"Like pain isn't yours."

"I never said pain wasn't mine, do you see the mark on my neck, you should ask your brother."

Dean sat up at that point and looked at Sam, who just pulled the sunglasses down to the end of his nose and shook his head. Nope, he wasn't getting in the middle of this one either. SO not getting in the middle of it. Dean huffed and laid back down, adjusting his shoulders so his head was just right, resting between her thighs.

"So you like to bite, or get bitten, big deal."

"Bitten is better." Sam's lips curled up as Ali said this, yep, he knew that she LOVED it, not just liked it. "Just makes me shake."

"I get that, but why?"

"It's called a kink, Dean, there is no why."

"Okay, so we got biting, hair pulling, and what? You don't like restraints."

"Yeah, no, isn't going to happen."

"I would never tie you up, Ali, that's just too much, even with the level of trust we have."

"Thanks, I, ah…"

Sam took a breath, puffed out his chest and got ready to intervene, he could tell when she was getting uncomfortable, but he watched her shiver a bit and clear her throat.

"What about you?" She countered. "Zorro masks in your future?"

"Role play, yes, I love role play, and you know the occasional rough and tumble."

"Hmm, how rough?"

"How rough can you take it?"

"Dean, we're talking about your kinks, not mine."

"You must have another one."

"Knife play."

And Sam's chest deflated. Shit, he was hoping she wouldn't bring that up.

"WHAT?"

"Look, Dean," and he assumed she pulled his brother's hair because Dean's leg twitched again.

"OW! Stop that!" Yep, pulled his hair. "Who the hell would you let purposely put a knife anywhere near you?"

"Sam."

Dean sat up again and looked at him, but Sam just shrugged his shoulders and put his head back, yep, not going to touch this one AT ALL.

"You let Sam put a knife against you?"

Sam watched Dean's hand come up, the worry on his face as he reached out, brushing Ali's hair from her shoulders. Maybe it was going to be one of THOSE days, where Dean thought that Sam might have hurt her, where Ali would get pissed and deck him, because they had a few of those days.

"Dean, tread carefully."

That voice from her always made him hard, it was like she had become this badass, like she was in total control but just on the edge of losing it and Sam, for a moment, actually feared for his brother's life.

"Where?"

Nope, never mind… the fear was completely gone.

"What?" That was disbelief in Ali's voice, from one spectrum to the other.

"Where did he put it?"

"Right," Sam heard her voice catch as she tilted her neck, and he had to adjust himself in the chair, "right where your fingers are."

Dean licked his lips, Sam saw it, just before he placed them gently on the slope of her neck, right where his fingers were. Ali leaned back on both hands, Dean moved up to almost lean over her.

"Where else?"

"Is this one of your kinks?"

"Where, Al?"

"My cheek."

It was so soft Sam almost didn't hear it but yeah, he had placed the cold steel edge of a practice blade right against her face, running it from her ear to her cheek, she always had her eyes closed so she didn't seem to notice the difference. As Sam watched, he found it was hard to control his own breathing, especially when the words that came next slipped from her mouth.

"My lips."

Dean hung back, his mouth not a breath from hers and Sam watched as Ali opened her eyes to lock on his.

"How do you like being kissed?"

FUCK! Sam growled, and Dean's eyes shot up to him, but Sam only leaned forward in the seat, eyes on the rise and fall of Ali's chest.

"Hard," she whispered and that broke Dean's resolve.

Sam felt his body slam back in his seat as Dean grabbed a handful of her shirt, yanked her to him and kissed her with so much force that it sent them both to the ground. Ali's arms came up wrapped around Dean's neck as she moved to deepen his brother's kiss, because DAMMIT, if it wasn't one of THOSE days!

And a smile rose up on the younger Winchester's lips because hell, if this was one of Sam's little kinks.