Gift for Cha and Brie!!!
Thank you guys so much for writing all those amazing fics for Christmas! I hope you like the one I wrote for you...
Prompt you gave me: Sam/Dean phone sex on a stormy winter night.
Merry Christmas!!
Blame Mother Nature
Sam sat down on the bed, dragging his palms over the worn, warm comforter and huffed, feeling petulant. He glared out the cabin window, as if the wailing wind outside would calm, chastised, at his heated glance. But the storm brewed thick and unapologetic, the heavy snowfall preventing travel of any kind.
Which was why Sam was so pissy at the moment. He had rented the cabin for a Christmas vacation, damnit, not to sit alone in the flickering darkness as the fire spit and crackled in the silence. But Dean being Dean when he heard about Bobby finding the weapon they needed on their hunt against a demi-god (some asshole who thought it was funny to destroy any machines that tried to clear away a portion of the forest to build a new road) hopped into the Impala and told Sam to wait here just in case anything new turned up.
So why was Sam still waiting here, two days later, all alone? Because of that fickle bitch Mother Nature. Only, she wasn’t really all that fickle, okay, because it was winter in South Dakota, and a blizzard should definitely be par for the course. And, Dean being Dean, he didn’t check the weather reports before he left. If he had, like Sam had two hours after Dean had gone, he would have seen the massive storm front moving down from the north to promptly freeze out any chance of Dean getting back in time that same day. Sam had begged Dean to turn around and wait it out, but Dean wanted to see if his baby and he could out run the worst of the weather.
And Mother Nature, simply being who she was, laughed in Dean’s face and almost froze his balls off for trying to spite her all-powerfulness. He had retrieved the dagger from Bobby, but on the way back to Sam, he had had to pull off or risk permanent bodily and vehicular damage. So, maybe Nature wasn’t fickle, but she was certainly a cock-blocking bitch, because now Dean was stuck in some motel off the interstate only three hours from Sam and Sam was in the cabin, not even able to feel smug about being right about the weather because he was feeling so pathetic.
His cell rang. He looked at the time before answering Dean’s call. 1:43 AM.
“I could’ve been sleeping, you know,” Sam huffed.
“You couldn’t sleep through a snow storm to save your life,” Dean laughed lightly, sounding groggy. His voice was roughened by the long hours of driving, and if Sam guessed right, singing at the top of his lungs to his favorite Led Zeppelin tapes.
“And you’re usually out like a log,” Sam rolled his eyes. “Everything alright?”
“Yeah, yeah, it’s- uh fine.” Uh-oh. Sam knew that voice. Dean was embarrassed about something he wanted to say and Sam almost wanted to make him say it, because he knew what Dean was thinking. He knew Dean, a little too well some of the time, and with Dean it was more about what he didn’t say and than what he did.
“I-uh, just wanted to call you and-”
“Yeah, Dean. I miss you too,” Sam smirked slightly, even though what he said was true enough. And Dean called him the sappy one?
“What? No, Sammy, geez, you girl-”
“So, you don’t miss me?”
“’Course I do, but-”
“At least you admitted it.” Sam laughed, “What did you call for then?”
“Well, obviously I’m not gonna be able to get to you anytime soon, so, are you in bed?” Dean asked.
“Uh, sitting on it,” Sam remarked looking around the room suspiciously. Had Dean left a surprise for him that he really wouldn’t like? They hadn’t pranked each other for quite a while, but when Dean got it in his head… well, the results always left Sam incredibly angry, or in the worst case scenario, incredibly horny in an a very inappropriate place.
“Good. You still wearin’ your clothes?” Dean asked, voice dropping lower.
Sam’s eyebrow rose. “You’re asking me what I’m wearing. Really Dean?” They had done this before, but it was usually when Dean was on the way to their motel and wanted to get Sam riled up or vise versa.
“Sure Sammy. Don’t you wanna know what I’m wearing?” Sam could hear Dean’s smirk through the phone line as he purred out the question.
Sam nearly groaned. “Preferably nothing,”
Dean chuckled, “Sorry, still in my boxers,”
Sam sighed, standing up, “Looks like I’ve got some catching up to do.” He took off his shirt, leaving his skin shivering slightly in the half-cool, half-warm air. “Still got my jeans on,”
“Too bad. If I was there, I’d have to undo them with my teeth.” Dean growled, shifting on the stiff motel bed. “Got so hard thinkin’ about goin’ back to that cabin, Sammy. Thinkin’ about what I was gonna do to you.”
Sam had to hold off a whimper. If he had to name what he liked about Dean most, it would have to be his attentive and forceful nature in bed, but the sound of his voice when he was all hot and bothered was a damn close second.
“And what were you gonna do?” Sam said, his voice slightly warbling as he sat back on the bed, relaxing against the pillows at the top.
“When I got back to the room, I was gonna kiss you senseless - just shove you down on the bed.” Dean smiled at the image, something that had happened countless times before. Sammy always liked to be man handled, pun damn well intended. He stroked down his own bare chest, teasing himself as he pictured ravaging his little brother.
“Shove your shirt out of the way, lick down your chest and bite at your nipples. You go wild when I do that, doncha?” Dean smirked.
Sam groaned, “’Cause you’re such a damned tease,” as he plucked at the hard nubs, torturing them like Dean would.
“And you love every second of it,” Dean chuckles, “I’d only bite and tease you till you begged for more, Sammy, then I’d move down and pull down your pants and shorts and fist your cock- lightly, though, don’t want you gettin’ off too quick now,” Dean paused, listening intently to Sam on the other end of the line. “You jackin’ off now, Sam?”
Sam had his hand down his open pants, his dick so hard he couldn’t stop himself from wrapping a hand around it. He moaned, biting his bottom lip to try and stave off the noise. He almost hated how much Dean could affect him sometimes.
Dean hummed, “Love how easy it is to get you so riled up, Sammy. This storm better let up soon, or all you’re gonna be able to do is dream about my mouth on you, suckin’ you down,” By this point, Dean had kicked off his own boxers and was stroking himself firmly. “Then I’d finger you open, start off with only one, have you writhing on the bed like some insatiable cockslut.”
Sam couldn’t contain his whimper that time, wishing that he had some lube or KY near him so he could act out what Dean was saying. It really wasn’t fair that Dean knew how much Sam loved his voice and just how to push all the right buttons.
“Do you even know how fuckin’ hot you sound? God,” Dean moaned, gripping his cock harder and setting a faster pace, “Can’t wait to see you again, have you scream when I hold you down and pound your ass. Maybe I won’t even open you up all the way, make you take my cock without even fingering you. You’d feel it for days. Bet you’d just love that, Sammy. Never did like to wait, even when you were in high school,”
Fucking hell, making him think back to when he was only sixteen when Dean and he first started fucking just made Sam impossibly harder. It probably wasn’t healthy being as close as they were, but Sam could care less what anyone else thought.
He must have made some pained noise, because Dean kept going, “Yeah, you loved it back then as much as you do now. Used to straddle me on the couch as soon as you’d get home, and grind your ass down on me like a whore. I had to check you for succubus signs ‘cause you were so damned hot for it all the time.” Dean arched his back and groaned.
“Now I know what I wanna do with you when I get back. Gonna strip you down, bring you to the edge, sit you down on my cock and have you ride me. Love it when you’re on top like that Sam, so out of control and thrusting down and squeezin’ me like a fuckin’ vice-”
Dean might have said more, but the imagery was just too much for Sam and he tensed, his balls drawing in tight before he came in long stripes on his stomach and chest, panting like he ran a marathon. He heard Dean make a cut off curse and moan as he came down from the high and laughed softly.
“Gettin’ off thinking about my virgin ass Dean?” Sam grabbed some tissues to wipe himself clean, “You’re going to hell, man,”
“Screw you,” Dean laughed back good-naturedly, “That’s hardly the worst thing I’ll be going to hell for.”
Sam nodded, having five or six other reasons popping right to the front of his mind. He should make a list: Things Dean Did to Warrant Pernicious Punishment.
“And you’ll be right behind me,” Dean commented, and all Sam could do was shrug.
“Not like it wouldn’t be worth it.” Sam said with certainty.
END
Prompt you gave me: Sam/Dean phone sex on a stormy winter night.
Merry Christmas!!
Blame Mother Nature
Sam sat down on the bed, dragging his palms over the worn, warm comforter and huffed, feeling petulant. He glared out the cabin window, as if the wailing wind outside would calm, chastised, at his heated glance. But the storm brewed thick and unapologetic, the heavy snowfall preventing travel of any kind.
Which was why Sam was so pissy at the moment. He had rented the cabin for a Christmas vacation, damnit, not to sit alone in the flickering darkness as the fire spit and crackled in the silence. But Dean being Dean when he heard about Bobby finding the weapon they needed on their hunt against a demi-god (some asshole who thought it was funny to destroy any machines that tried to clear away a portion of the forest to build a new road) hopped into the Impala and told Sam to wait here just in case anything new turned up.
So why was Sam still waiting here, two days later, all alone? Because of that fickle bitch Mother Nature. Only, she wasn’t really all that fickle, okay, because it was winter in South Dakota, and a blizzard should definitely be par for the course. And, Dean being Dean, he didn’t check the weather reports before he left. If he had, like Sam had two hours after Dean had gone, he would have seen the massive storm front moving down from the north to promptly freeze out any chance of Dean getting back in time that same day. Sam had begged Dean to turn around and wait it out, but Dean wanted to see if his baby and he could out run the worst of the weather.
And Mother Nature, simply being who she was, laughed in Dean’s face and almost froze his balls off for trying to spite her all-powerfulness. He had retrieved the dagger from Bobby, but on the way back to Sam, he had had to pull off or risk permanent bodily and vehicular damage. So, maybe Nature wasn’t fickle, but she was certainly a cock-blocking bitch, because now Dean was stuck in some motel off the interstate only three hours from Sam and Sam was in the cabin, not even able to feel smug about being right about the weather because he was feeling so pathetic.
His cell rang. He looked at the time before answering Dean’s call. 1:43 AM.
“I could’ve been sleeping, you know,” Sam huffed.
“You couldn’t sleep through a snow storm to save your life,” Dean laughed lightly, sounding groggy. His voice was roughened by the long hours of driving, and if Sam guessed right, singing at the top of his lungs to his favorite Led Zeppelin tapes.
“And you’re usually out like a log,” Sam rolled his eyes. “Everything alright?”
“Yeah, yeah, it’s- uh fine.” Uh-oh. Sam knew that voice. Dean was embarrassed about something he wanted to say and Sam almost wanted to make him say it, because he knew what Dean was thinking. He knew Dean, a little too well some of the time, and with Dean it was more about what he didn’t say and than what he did.
“I-uh, just wanted to call you and-”
“Yeah, Dean. I miss you too,” Sam smirked slightly, even though what he said was true enough. And Dean called him the sappy one?
“What? No, Sammy, geez, you girl-”
“So, you don’t miss me?”
“’Course I do, but-”
“At least you admitted it.” Sam laughed, “What did you call for then?”
“Well, obviously I’m not gonna be able to get to you anytime soon, so, are you in bed?” Dean asked.
“Uh, sitting on it,” Sam remarked looking around the room suspiciously. Had Dean left a surprise for him that he really wouldn’t like? They hadn’t pranked each other for quite a while, but when Dean got it in his head… well, the results always left Sam incredibly angry, or in the worst case scenario, incredibly horny in an a very inappropriate place.
“Good. You still wearin’ your clothes?” Dean asked, voice dropping lower.
Sam’s eyebrow rose. “You’re asking me what I’m wearing. Really Dean?” They had done this before, but it was usually when Dean was on the way to their motel and wanted to get Sam riled up or vise versa.
“Sure Sammy. Don’t you wanna know what I’m wearing?” Sam could hear Dean’s smirk through the phone line as he purred out the question.
Sam nearly groaned. “Preferably nothing,”
Dean chuckled, “Sorry, still in my boxers,”
Sam sighed, standing up, “Looks like I’ve got some catching up to do.” He took off his shirt, leaving his skin shivering slightly in the half-cool, half-warm air. “Still got my jeans on,”
“Too bad. If I was there, I’d have to undo them with my teeth.” Dean growled, shifting on the stiff motel bed. “Got so hard thinkin’ about goin’ back to that cabin, Sammy. Thinkin’ about what I was gonna do to you.”
Sam had to hold off a whimper. If he had to name what he liked about Dean most, it would have to be his attentive and forceful nature in bed, but the sound of his voice when he was all hot and bothered was a damn close second.
“And what were you gonna do?” Sam said, his voice slightly warbling as he sat back on the bed, relaxing against the pillows at the top.
“When I got back to the room, I was gonna kiss you senseless - just shove you down on the bed.” Dean smiled at the image, something that had happened countless times before. Sammy always liked to be man handled, pun damn well intended. He stroked down his own bare chest, teasing himself as he pictured ravaging his little brother.
“Shove your shirt out of the way, lick down your chest and bite at your nipples. You go wild when I do that, doncha?” Dean smirked.
Sam groaned, “’Cause you’re such a damned tease,” as he plucked at the hard nubs, torturing them like Dean would.
“And you love every second of it,” Dean chuckles, “I’d only bite and tease you till you begged for more, Sammy, then I’d move down and pull down your pants and shorts and fist your cock- lightly, though, don’t want you gettin’ off too quick now,” Dean paused, listening intently to Sam on the other end of the line. “You jackin’ off now, Sam?”
Sam had his hand down his open pants, his dick so hard he couldn’t stop himself from wrapping a hand around it. He moaned, biting his bottom lip to try and stave off the noise. He almost hated how much Dean could affect him sometimes.
Dean hummed, “Love how easy it is to get you so riled up, Sammy. This storm better let up soon, or all you’re gonna be able to do is dream about my mouth on you, suckin’ you down,” By this point, Dean had kicked off his own boxers and was stroking himself firmly. “Then I’d finger you open, start off with only one, have you writhing on the bed like some insatiable cockslut.”
Sam couldn’t contain his whimper that time, wishing that he had some lube or KY near him so he could act out what Dean was saying. It really wasn’t fair that Dean knew how much Sam loved his voice and just how to push all the right buttons.
“Do you even know how fuckin’ hot you sound? God,” Dean moaned, gripping his cock harder and setting a faster pace, “Can’t wait to see you again, have you scream when I hold you down and pound your ass. Maybe I won’t even open you up all the way, make you take my cock without even fingering you. You’d feel it for days. Bet you’d just love that, Sammy. Never did like to wait, even when you were in high school,”
Fucking hell, making him think back to when he was only sixteen when Dean and he first started fucking just made Sam impossibly harder. It probably wasn’t healthy being as close as they were, but Sam could care less what anyone else thought.
He must have made some pained noise, because Dean kept going, “Yeah, you loved it back then as much as you do now. Used to straddle me on the couch as soon as you’d get home, and grind your ass down on me like a whore. I had to check you for succubus signs ‘cause you were so damned hot for it all the time.” Dean arched his back and groaned.
“Now I know what I wanna do with you when I get back. Gonna strip you down, bring you to the edge, sit you down on my cock and have you ride me. Love it when you’re on top like that Sam, so out of control and thrusting down and squeezin’ me like a fuckin’ vice-”
Dean might have said more, but the imagery was just too much for Sam and he tensed, his balls drawing in tight before he came in long stripes on his stomach and chest, panting like he ran a marathon. He heard Dean make a cut off curse and moan as he came down from the high and laughed softly.
“Gettin’ off thinking about my virgin ass Dean?” Sam grabbed some tissues to wipe himself clean, “You’re going to hell, man,”
“Screw you,” Dean laughed back good-naturedly, “That’s hardly the worst thing I’ll be going to hell for.”
Sam nodded, having five or six other reasons popping right to the front of his mind. He should make a list: Things Dean Did to Warrant Pernicious Punishment.
“And you’ll be right behind me,” Dean commented, and all Sam could do was shrug.
“Not like it wouldn’t be worth it.” Sam said with certainty.
END