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More Movie Nights, Chapter 18
A/N: Chapter 17 was The Maltese Falcon. Some movies never die.
Under the Mountain
This one is sort of a trick question. Good Luck.
Dean was wandering off to bed and passed Sam's room along the way. The door was almost but not completely closed and he noticed that his brother had evidently become fond of the wall sconces and kept them. A golden light poured out around the edges of the door. Curious, Dean pushed the door open and found more than 1940's wall sconces.
The black silk sheets and comforter were back on the bed but heaped on top was a pile of gold.
"What the hell?" he walked closer and put out his hand to touch. It felt like gold; coins and chains and golden cups. It shined like gold; the light bounced off the surfaces and cast golden highlights on the walls.
Heavy hands descended on his shoulders "What are you doing here in my cavern, Master Burglar?" Sam voice rumbled threateningly in his ear. Hot breath caressed his cheek.
Turning Dean found himself captured and secured. "Who are you calling a burglar, Sam? Where did this stuff come from? You look a lot more like a burglar than me."
Sam clamped his arms around his brother and licked a path up his neck from his collar bone to his ear. "This is Smaugs Horde under the Mountain. Where does a dragon usually get his gold?"
"Sam, this stuff is real. Stop playing."
"Cheeky thing, aren't you? Pretty brave for a captured thief." Somehow Sam made his voice rumble in his chest.
Dean found himself tossed on the bed. His elbows disturbed Sam's horde and pieces cascaded on to the floor.
"Dragons usually cook their captives before eating." Sam strip away Dean's boots and pants then held him down with a giant hand. "But I think I'll skip the fire tonight."
Dean fell back as heat and damp licked its way up his dick. "Let's have a taste."
Sam voice floated up, "Oh, good, something different."
"Sushi"