Those damn witches
Title: Those damn witches
Author: Fairygodmother9
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Dean/Sam
Fandom: Supernatural
Warning: Pairing and rating says it all, wincest
Word count: 1800
Disclaimer: don’t own anything. Just having some fun.
Summary: The boys go after witches and Sam gets hit by a spell. Will Dean help him out?
They knew they were dealing with witches so they came prepared. Every spell-blocking herb and item was in their pockets. They even wrote repelling words on their skin with permanent marker. Yeah, they knew it was going to be hell to get it off, but it was worth it. They did not want to be hit with a spell, again.
With loads of confidence Dean kicked in the door to the layer where they had traced the source of mayhem in the town. It was just an old abandoned warehouse, real original.
Sam quickly slipped inside and entered the big space. In the back they spotted the witches ‘altar’. In front of it were the five witches that had everyone in the town running crazy, chasing their imaginary tails. They had found it funny to make them believe they had a tail and it was on fire. And okay, Dean and Sam laughed a little at that too, but they had a job to do and needed to stop it.
In an old spell book they had found a mixture of things they don’t want to name. They just had to throw the liquid over the witches’ heads and that would be that.
Slowly they approached. They were wary because after kicking in the door, they knew they didn’t have the element of surprise. But still, the witches just stayed on their knees, facing the altar and mumbling words. Dean looked at Sam questionably. Sam just shrugged his shoulders. They continued to advance holding the strange liquid.
When they were just a few seconds away from throwing the strange liquid, both boys fell on their knees in pain. Their arms and legs started to burn so bad, they started screaming. As fast as the burning came, it disappeared again. They looked down at their arms and all the words they so carefully had written, had just simply vanished.
One of the witches got up, turned around and grinned at them “Nice try. I appreciate all the effort you went through, but you skipped a few words. Doesn’t really work then.” Dean eyes widened when he locked eyes with Sam. He saw the same expression on his face. The ‘O SHIT' expression.
The other witches had also gotten up and were standing in line. “We have something special in mind for you”. “We just wanna have some fun” “It won’t hurt” “You might actually enjoy it”. They started chanting together. Words that Dean and Sam didn’t understand.
Dean reached over to the bottle that he had dropped. He gripped it tightly, uncapped it and started to throw it at the witches. But when his eyes followed the flying liquid, he saw it landing into thin air. The witches had disappeared.
Slowly he turned his head towards Sam, afraid he might have been turned into a toad or something. But Sam looked alright. Quickly he checked himself but didn’t notice any changes.
“Fuck, we lost them”
After the fiasco, they went back to the shady motel room. Not feeling like going out for a drink as there was no reason to celebrate. As soon as they were through the door Dean said “I’m taking first shower. Want to get this witch stink off of me”. Sam snorted “Just make it quick. I’m not too fond of it myself”.
When Dean went into the bathroom, Sam went to lay on one of the beds. He wondered what those witches had been mumbling. It must have been a spell, but apparently it didn’t work. The words on their arms and legs had vanished, but the herbs were still in their pockets. So maybe that had been enough. Happy with his own conclusion, Sam shut his eyes to rest. He knew Dean was going to take his sweet time in the shower just to rile him up.
About twenty minutes later, Sam started to feel his body shake with this unearthly need. Suddenly he heard the witches’ words repeatedly in his head. With effort, he took the spell book and started leafing through it. When his eyes landed on the page with the exact same words he couldn’t stop the “O hell no” that fell from his lips.
Half an hour later, Dean exited the bathroom, expecting to find a pissed of Sam because he had taken so long showering. Instead he saw Sam sitting in the middle of the room, rocking back and forth whispering ‘no no no no no’ over and over again.
He rushed to his brother “Sammy, what’s wrong”. When Sam didn’t stop his ranting he insisted “Come on, Sammy, tell me”, gently shacking his brothers shoulders.
Sam just shook his head and pointed at the spell book that was lying on the table, open as he left it. Dean walked over to the book and looked at it. “Spell of desire” it read at the top of the page. Dean looked back at Sam, frowning. Sam just indicated to keep reading. There wasn’t much in the book, but enough for Dean to get what this spell was all about. It makes the person who is hit by it crazy with desire, extremely horny in other words. There was only one way for the spell to end and that was a night full of sex.
Dean turned back at Sam. “Well, that doesn’t sound so bad to me. All you have to do is go out, find yourself a nice willing girl and have a night full of fun!” Sam just looked at Dean not believing his ears “Dean, you’ve got to be kidding me. I can’t just go out and find a girl and use her like that” Dean just shrugged “Then go find yourself a man and get used by him, works either way”.
Sam simply blushed at that. Yeah he was bi. They hadn’t talked about it really, but with Dean’s observational skills, it wasn’t a surprise he knew.
“No, you don’t get it. I just…. can’t go out there and find just someone”. Again Dean simply shrugged “What? With your looks, it can’t be that difficult to find someone”.
“No, Dean, you really don’t get it. Read the spell again. I need to spend the night with someone I know and trust.” Dean looked at the book again more closely and oh, yeah, there it was. It was also mentioned that the ‘cure’ had to start within the hour the spell was cast.
In his head, Dean started counting; ten minutes from the warehouse to the motel, his shower took half an hour, they’ve been talking now for about ten minutes, so….. they still had ten minutes. “Ok, so who’s the closest person you know and trust that we can reach within ten minutes?”. Sam slowly lifted his head and looked apologetic at Dean. “O hell no.”
“That was my reaction too”
Sam put his head in his hands and started to cry softly. “What’s gonna happen to me now?”. Dean’s mind was reeling. He looked at his brother who was obviously in agony and he made a quick decision. He walked over to Sam and pulled him up. To make sure Sam got his intentions he took Sam’s face in both his hands and leaned forward. Gently he placed his lips on Sam’s, gently moving them. He pulled back “That’s what’s going to happen” Sam’s face was set with surprise. He had assumed Dean wasn’t going to help. “Are you sure?” He asked. “Of course Sammy, what kind of big brother would I be if I didn’t get you through this. We share almost everything, we might as well have this too”.
What had started out slow, heated up fast. Sam grabbed Dean by the neck and pulled him in. He pushed his tongue into his mouth and started exploring vigorously. Dean gave back just as much. They made quick work of taking of their clothes and making it over to one of the beds.
Sam let Dean lay him on the bed. Dean stood by the bed for a few seconds, looking at his brother in a whole different light. “You’re beautiful” Sam’s heart skipped a beat at these whispered words. He stretched out his hand and pulled Dean on top of him. Dean started kissing his face, his neck, slowly making his way down, listening to the constant moans above him.
When he reached his destination, he looked up to see if Sam was still okay with what was about to happen. “Don’t stop, Dean, please” was enough permission for him to take Sam in his mouth. While Sam was taken over by pleasure, Dean grabbed the lube he had in the nightstand (for his solo-action) and slicked his fingers. He started rubbing circles across Sam’s opening to loosen him up. First he pushed in one finger, then two en eventually three. All the time he kept licking and sucking, keeping Sam writhing on the bed. “Dean, I’m gonna....” was all the warning he got as Sam arched of the bed, coming in Dean’s mouth. Dean licked up every single drop.
He made his way back up, kissing his belly, giving both his nipples some attention, licking up his neck. “Good, now you’re nice and relaxed for me” Dean whispered in Sam’s ear. Sam turned his head and pulled him in for a sloppy kiss. “Thank you, you don’t have too...” “Shh, Sammy, this isn’t really a hardship for me either” He emphasised his point by pressing his hard member against Sam’s belly. Sam groaned when he felt how hard he was.
Dean grabbed the lube and slicked himself up, pushed Sam’s legs up, opening him. He couldn’t keep from groaning at the sight. He lined up and with gentle trusts, slid inside. Both boys groaned simultaneously at the intense sensation. After giving Sam a few seconds to adjust, Dean couldn’t hold still anymore and started trusting in and out of his brother. The feeling of being filled, was enough to get aching hard again. The room was filled with the sounds of their coupling; moans, groans and flesh meeting flesh.
Dean felt his orgasm nearing and started trusting faster. Sam met every trust by lifting his hips. When Sam’s orgasm rippled through him, his walls contracted around Dean, making him come harder than ever in his life. Gasping they clung to each other, slowly coming down from their high.
Before collapsing, Dean shifted out and to the side so he wouldn’t fall on top of Sam.
“Wow, that was amazing” Sam said looking at the ceiling. Dean took his chin and turned his head to face him. He leaned over and gently kissed him, letting him know that the feeling was mutual.
When he pulled back, Dean grinned at Sam “Well, there is more to come. It isn’t over yet”. His words held promises beyond just this night.