Big Bang 2013: Leaving Footprints behind Chapter 1
This was not the typical kind of restaurant Sam and Dean usually frequented for dinner; it was a step above the normal diners and even the upscale (for them) chains where they generally ate. Honestly, BigGersons would have been good enough for Dean because at this place the tables were covered with tablecloths for Christ sakes! No, they weren’t white, but they were still tablecloths and formality of them made him itch a little. The more he took in his surroundings, the more he noticed the romantic aspects of the place, hell, the lights were dim, there were fresh flowers on the freaking tables and they had waiters instead of servers.
It wasn’t just the restaurant, even the hotel they checked in for the duration of the hunt was…better. It featured a king sized bed, (they stopped getting doubles after the first time Sam kissed him) plush carpet, a kitchenette and a mini bar. Dean had let Sam choose both places and if he didn’t know better, he’d swear his little brother was romancing him. He thought he had taught the little shit better, you don’t throw away good money on a sure thing, and Dean, Dean was a sure thing.
According to Sam they had dressed in their Fed clothes because he thought it might have been possible that they would have time to interview some witnesses to the haunting they were there to investigate, but the blowjob Sam gave him led to them fucking and it put a serious dent in their schedule. Looking around him, Dean concluded that that was Sam’s plan all along, because there was no way this choice of an out of the way locally owned restaurant was a spur of the moment decision and besides, it had him feeling like a chick on her first date.
Dean smiled watching as Sam walked into the restaurant after making a phone call that would raise eyebrows if overheard in this place. As Sam walked towards him, Dean’s chest swelled with pride and his heart beat a little faster at the sight of the man who was his brother and his lover. When he looked at his brother, he was proud of the man Sammy had grown up to be, the man that he’d helped shape. When he looked at his lover, his pride stemmed from the fact that Sam only saw him. He honestly seemed unaware of the covetous looks he was getting from both men and women as he walked towards Dean. Sam had tunnel vision and it was focused on Dean.
When Sam neared the table, Dean was taken in by that beatific smile that lit up his face, and Dean knew that yeah, Sam had planned this, but if this was what his Sammy wanted, then who was he to deny him. In this restaurant, in this little backwater town where no one knew them, they could be who they pretended to be, two men in love not two brothers who fuck.
Once Sam reached the table he leaned in to greet Dean with a kiss, but he felt Sam stiffen before turning around at the sound of a woman’s voice with a familiar distinctive British accent ask, “Sam? Dean?”
“Fuck,” Dean muttered as he ducked his head, pissed because he did not get the kiss he so desperately wanted. He schooled his features, pasted on a fake smile, and then looked up to face a hunter they haven’t seen in years, Tamara. The last time they had seen her was after she had given her husband Isaac a hunter’s funeral after a bad hunt involving a vicious demon attack that took place on a job they were working in Nebraska.
As they both rose to meet Tamara, Dean noticed a man hanging back watching as they greeted the other hunter. Tamara noticed the direction of Dean’s gaze and motioned the man to come closer. Following Tamara’s direction, he walked closer to the group, and instead of shaking the hand the both Winchesters offered, he stepped in behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist as if he were staking his claim.
Both Winchesters chuckled at the gesture and shook their heads as if to say you’re barking up the wrong tree dude. Dean looked at the man, and by his stance and the way he checked out the room but still managed to keep his eyes on them screamed hunter.
The man was tall, taller than Dean was, but not as tall as Sam, with thick close cropped blonde hair and he had the bluest eyes the Dean had ever seen. They were so blue they almost didn’t look human so he muttered Christo under his breath to make sure. While Dean and the man were having a pissing contest, Sam invited the couple to join them and Tamara accepted. Sometimes Dean hated that puppy dog face.
It turned out, that Tamara and her new partner David, had worked a case involving a poltergeist in a nearby farmhouse and were headed out tomorrow. They didn’t have another job lined up so they offered to stay and help them with the haunting. The look Sam and Dean shared bespoke the fact that they both remembered how the last hunt with Tamara ended, so they declined the offer of help and if Sam wouldn’t give him holy hell, Dean would tell them that they were not needed now.
To please Sam, Dean had to play nice or he would not get laid tonight and would have to suffer through the younger calling him babe or baby, so they sat through an expensive dinner unable to touch each other, other than bumping their knees together under the cover of that goddamned tablecloth.
Dean and his lover had to hide whom and what they were to each other while they sat across from the other couple who didn’t have to hide and did not. Dean had to sit and grit his teeth through soft touches, soulful looks and sappy endearments while he dug his fingernail in his palms to keep from touching Sam.
To avoid looking at the couple across the table, Dean turned his glance to a pair of couples that were leaving the restaurant and thought that was just as bad. One of the women was pregnant and her spouse rubbed her belly as they stopped and spoke with the other couple. This was another thing they will never have, a baby.
Sometimes at night, he watched Sam sleep and wondered what it would be like to have a child with Sam’s dimples and that beautiful smile. He has stroked his hands over Sam’s flat stomach after he has fucked him and pretended that he planted a baby there. His problem now was that that dream has left the safety of their cheap hotel rooms and had popped up at the oddest times. Like now.
He felt like the girl he often told Sam he wasn’t when he did it, but nights like this he was glad the he had his journal. At first, he thought that he would just add to his dad’s but when he began feeling love other than the brotherly kind for Sam, he got his own.
In it, he recorded things about the hunts but he soon transferred that information to the journal he and Sam both had access to and this one was his and his alone. He couldn’t tell anyone about these warped feelings for his little brother and the journal was his way of venting. It also let him voice the things he wanted but couldn’t vocalize. Things like him wanting a child.
He knew that a child would not only be confirmation of their love, but also leave behind proof that they existed. Their dad had them, proof that he had existed in this shitty world, and that was how most hunters knew them. John’s boys. The problem was now everyone who really knew or cared about them was dead and when they die all they would leave behind was a car that some punk kid will probably douche up so much Dean would have to haunt him in retaliation.
The dinner from hell was finally over and Dean was ready to do a dance of joy. If Dean had to suffer the ambiance of a romantic restaurant while sitting beside Sam and unable to touch him, then he would rather face a Wendigo because that would be less painful.
The ride back to the hotel was quiet; it was only ten minutes but the sexual tension between the two men that hung thick in the air made the ride seem three times as long. For once, there was no music except for Dean humming a few bars of something he did not even recognize, but it kept him from pulling the Impala over and fucking Sam in the back seat.
Once he reached the parking lot, Dean barely got Baby parked before jumping out and trying his best to keep his cool points by not running to the room and dragging Sam behind him. When they entered the room, Sam surprised him, not by rushing him or pushing against the nearest flat surface, but he kissed him slowly, gently and thoroughly. A kiss that was so full of love that Dean had to fight not to give into the weakness that had suddenly turned his legs to jelly and embarrass himself by turning into the girl he often accused Sam of being.
“Dean,” Sam whispered as his large hands framed Dean’s face, “I wanted this to be a special night for you. I thought I could give you this, but wouldn’t you know hunting would fuck this up too.”
“Nothing’s fucked up Sammy, the night’s not over yet and as long as it’s you and I involved, it’s fucking special,” Dean reassured his lover as he leaned in to seal that promise with a kiss. The kiss continued to be slow and loving instead of a lust filled one that usually led to Sam ending up on his back and Dean thrusting in him like a piston.
Because Sam wanted this night to be special and went out of his way to make it so, Dean figured he could add his contribution as well. Since Sam has been taking the lead on this foray into romanticism, he would let him lead all the way and give him the one thing he had never given him before. He would let Sam top.
Breaking the kiss, Dean looked him in the eyes and requested, “Sam since we are all about making tonight special, how about tonight you top?”
“Dean?” Sam probed, “Are you sure?”
“I’m sure Sammy, but not if you don’t want to,” Dean amended, “You don’t have to; I just thought you might want…”
“Oh, I want Dean, I want.” Sam growled as he leaned in to resume their kiss. Dean was not sure if it was the fact that he was going to top or the romantic stuff was forgotten and they were back to plain old Sam and Dean, because suddenly Sam became more aggressive. He kissed as though he was trying to eat Dean alive and at the same time, Sam’s large hands were everywhere, setting Dean’s body on fire.
When he struggled to remove Dean’s jacket, Dean broke the kiss and suggested, “I think I should do this myself Sammy, because otherwise, you’re gonna owe me a new suit.”
“Don’t care Dean; I wanna be inside you so fucking bad.”
“Then hurry up.” Dean encouraged.
To speed up the process, the two men broke apart to undress, and Dean did not trust himself to look up until the only thing left was his boxers. Hooking his fingers in the waistband, he stared into Sam’s lust blown eyes as he slowly revealed his hard leaking cock, hissing as the soft cotton rubbed against the sensitive organ. After he stepped out of them, Sam reached for Dean’s hand and led him to the king sized bed and spread him out for his pleasure.
Dean watched as his brother crawled towards him, and he realized felt nervous about this, his first time bottoming. It made him feel out of sorts about giving up his control to Sam, however, that feeling of unease was forgotten the moment Sam reached his mouth and started kissing him again.
John Winchester had taught him from the time he was four years old that he must always be aware of two things, his surroundings and Sam, but from the first time Sam kissed him and they were together like this, the only thing Dean was aware of was his brother. In addition, this, this full body contact, touching chest and aligned cocks made him forget his fucking name.
“Love you Dean,” Sam confessed as if Dean didn’t already know.
It took three of Sam’s thick fingers to open him up for Sam’s even thicker cock and it felt weird, but it only took one touch of Sam’s cock brushed against his prostate to make him understand why Sam loved this so much. Sam held his hands on either side of him while he stroked out a rhythm that was neither fast nor slow and made Dean so god damned crazy with need and try as he might he could not control what Sam was doing to him. A few seconds later when Sam added slow drugging kisses, Dean stopped trying to fight for control and gave into Sam and, damn. A few minutes later when he came on his stomach he asked himself, who knew giving in could feel so good.
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