Requests and Challenges - Just Like Dean: Part Two
Master Post
Title: Just Like Dean
Author/Artist: girlgotagun
Pairing(s): Sam/Jess, Jess/Toy, Jess/Dean/Sam
Full List of Kinks: toys, porn, voyeurism, dirty talk, light incest
WARNING: None
Written for this prompt at spnkink-meme.
Back to Part One
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Jess had managed, through some act of god, to swing a Tuesday/Thursday schedule for the current semester, which meant that, though those days were heavily-loaded with classes (no matter how much she teased Sam, her classes just started earlier and ended earlier than his and they both knew it), she had her Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays free. Which, this week, meant that she had plenty of time to stress about Dean Winchester’s steadily-approaching visit.
Jess didn’t know a whole lot about about Sam’s family; just the basics, really. She knew that his mom had died in a fire when he was a baby, and that Sam had grown up with his brother and father. She knew that they moved around a lot, and that Sam hated always being the weird new kid in each new town they came to. She knew that John and Sam had some sort of falling out when Sam decided to go away to college, and she knew that John had cut Sam off financially. And because she knew this, she knew that it was actually Dean who was footing the bill for Sam to attend Stanford.
But past that, she was out. She didn’t even know what Dean looked like, although she imagined him as an older, taller (as ridiculous as that was), more serious Sam. And all of that added up to one intimidating motherfucker. Not that Jess was one to really get intimidated by anyone; it was still enough to make her nervous about his arrival, though.
She spent her day flitting around the apartment, cleaning and tidying, then re-tidying, fluffing pillows and rearranging the items on the coffee table until she thought she was going to drive herself crazy. Finally, around two o’clock, she left to go to the store. She picked up the items she needed for the meal-“Meat,” Sam had told her with a shrug when she asked what Dean liked to eat, “and pie.”-as well as a bottle of wine and a case of beer for Sam and Dean.
By four o’clock she had the burgers cooking, the pie warming in the oven, and oil heating on the stove for fries. She uncorked the bottle of wine-a very sweet Moscato-as she congratulated herself on a passible, if carb-heavy dinner. She wasn’t the best cook, so…one source of anxiety down.
She had just begun to make a salad, the face that Sam would surely make when he saw the meal already clear in her mind, when she heard the apartment door open and close. She smiled and picked up her wine glass to head to the living room.
“Hey guys!” she called before raising her glass to take a drink.
Jess’ eyes landed on the man beside Dean just as she attempted to swallow the wine, and she wound up spitting it out instead. Not like in a movie, with a fine mist of liquid spraying out, but with a short puff of air that sent the liquid rushing from her mouth as she coughed.
She had been expecting Dean Winchester, Sam’s older brother.
The man who had walked into her apartment with her boyfriend instead was none other than Daniel Wesson.
Her face flamed red as she tried to control her coughing, her hand flying up to wipe at the wine that had flooded down her chin. “Sam, did you…” A coughing fit interrupted her and she tried again, looking from her boyfriend to the porn star and back again. “How…”
God, she was embarrassed. She couldn’t figure out how or why Sam had gotten her favorite porn star-and model for her favorite dildo-into their apartment, especially without talking to her first, but here she was, bright red, wine dribbled down her front, and unable to string together a full sentence without coughing.
“Uh…Jess, this is Dean.” Sam was looking at her with an expression that was half-concern, half-amusement. “Dean, this is Jess. My girlfriend.”
Daniel…Dean? It wasn’t humanly possible for two people to look that much alike. Well, twins, maybe, but surely Sam would have mentioned it if Dean had a twin, and one who worked in the porn industry, at that!
“Sorry,” Jess finally choked out. “Excuse me for a minute.”
“She seems nice.” Dean said as Jess made a quick exit to her and Sam’s room. “A little crazy, but all the best ones are.” He shrugged. “Boy, something smells good!”
“Yeah…” Sam muttered, staring after Jess and wondering what exactly had gotten into his girlfriend.
Jess, for her part, was having a hard time calming down. God, that had been embarrassing. It didn’t even really matter, in that context, whether the man Sam had brought home was Dean Winchester or Daniel Wesson; either way Jess had made the brilliant first impression of a choking moron.
She ran through the situation in her head, separating facts from guesses to try to make sense of the situation.
Fact: Sam had said that he was bringing Dean over for dinner that night.
Fact: Sam had actually introduced the man as his brother Dean. Explicitly.
Guess: Sam wouldn’t suddenly change those plans, replace his brother with a porn star, and just waltz in. At least without calling first. So the man in the living room was probably Dean.
Fact: Dean looked a lot like Daniel Wesson.
Fact: A lot of porn stars use pseudonyms.
Guess: Dean likely was Daniel Wesson.
Fact: Sam had seemed completely unaware, both then and the night before, of who Daniel Wesson was.
Fact: Sam had never told her exactly what Dean does to pay for Sam to attend Stanford.
Guess: Sam is likely completely unaware of the fact that his brother is a famous porn star. ‘
And following that…
Fact: Dean has not told Sam what exactly he does to pay for Sam to attend Stanford.
Fact: Dean has done this on purpose.
Guess: Dean does not want Sam to know and Jess should not rat him out at the dinner table the first time they meet each other.
Oh sweet gravy. Jess was so fucked. All of this meant that she would have to go out there and act normal as she ate dinner with the man who had, without his express knowledge, gotten her off at least three times in the last week alone.
Fuck.
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Sam and Dean were sitting on the couch-the couch where Jess had fucked herself with a replica of Dean’s dick just the day before…twice-catching up over beer when she came back out of the bedroomroom, wearing a clean, dry shirt and considerably more composed than she had been when she left.
“You okay?” Sam stood up, coming close to her, eyes full of concern.
“Fine, fine.” She waved the concern off, blushing lightly. “Just got a bit embarrassed with the spit-take, is all. Sorry, Dean.” She turned her attention to the man on the couch, trying to take him in as Sam’s brother rather than Daniel Wesson, porn star and wet dream factory.
He looked (obviously) nothing like Jess had imagined him. He was shorter than Sam, a fact that was somehow at odds with the idea of him being the older brother, with short dirty blonde hair and piercing green eyes. He gave her a crooked smile, his permanently fucked-out lips twisting, and Jess felt her stomach flutter involuntarily. She had seen that look on his face more times than she could count, and it was as though her body were conditioned to react.
Great. So now she was going to sit through dinner, making awkward small talk as she soaked her panties under the table. Awesome.
Dean’s smile widened as though he knew what he was doing to her. “No worries.” His voice was deep, rougher than Sam’s.
Jess forced herself to look away from that mouth, to ignore the voice issuing from it, and hurried back to the kitchen to start carrying out plates of food.
“I made hamburgers and fries. Nothing fancy, but it should taste good enough. Oh, and a salad.” She was talking now more to keep her mind occupied than anything. “There’s also pie for desert. Not homemade, but that’s probably for the best-”
“You got pie? For me?” Dean asked, looking taken aback.
Jess faltered for a second, as she set the plates down on the small table in the dining area. “Uh…yeah. Sam said you like pie…”
“Sammy, marry her.” Dean stood up, clapping Sam on the shoulder as he made his way toward Jess. “She doesn’t forget the pie!”
“I didn’t always forget the pie,” Sam grumbled, shaking his head, but a small smile spread over his face.
Dean rolled his eyes at Jess, back to Sam, and mouthed, “Always.”
Jess tried not to pay too much attention to those lips. She could tell this was going to be a problem every time the older Winchester spoke to her.
“Well…” She cleared her throat and sat down. “Dig in.”
Two bites into the burger, Jess heard Dean let out a low moan. She closed her eyes and took a calming breath as she felt her core clench in response.
“Damn, this is good.” The older brother wiped his mouth, catching Jess staring at him. “Sorry. Sammy says my table manners are appalling.” He said the last word in a snooty voice. “What can I say. I like to let myself enjoy what I eat.”
Fuck that voice that can make fucking everything sound sexual.
“So how’s work going?” Sam asked, mercifully putting an end to the silence that had followed Dean’s last statement.
“Working my dick into the dirt.” Dean’s eyes flicked to Jess and he fucking winked. “Southern expression. Pardon me.”
Jess’ eyes flickered to Sam, who seemed unaffected by Dean’s words, or the wink. Was this just how Dean was? Or was he fucking with Jess? Was Sam in on it? Did Dean know that she knew; what he was doing to her? Did Sam?
Fucking fuck could this dinner just be over already?
But she hitched on the girlfriend smile, the one that said ‘I am in love with my boyfriend and I am definitely not creaming my panties from the sound of your voice alone’, and asked, “What do you do? Sam’s never mentioned it.”
Sam looked surprised, as though just realizing something. “I never actually-”
“I work for a film studio in LA.” Dean flashed a calm smile at them.
Jess couldn’t read the expression on his face. She decided to prod harder. “Doing what?”
Dean narrowed his eyes, trying to read her in turn and coming up empty. “Mostly assistant stuff. Nothing impressive.”
“I beg to differ.” The words were muttered under her breath; she hadn’t actually even meant to say them, but in their close proximity around the small table the words sounded deafening. Sam was staring at her, confused. Dean was smirking at her as though she had just confirmed something he had suspected all along. Shit. She had to recover. “I just mean that it’s the people behind the scenes, the small jobs, that make or break a project.”
Sam seemed satisfied but Dean was still staring at her, that satisfied grin spreading across his face. “Maybe you’re familiar with some of the projects I’ve been involved in?”
“Nope. I don’t think so.” Jess stood up quickly, eager to stop Dean’s questions before they went too far. “I need another glass of wine.” She heard Sam excuse himself to go to the bathroom as she walked into the kitchen and pulled the wine from the fridge. She considered taking a long drink directly from the bottle, decided it would be unladylike, and instead poured a glass and downed it quickly before refilling it again.
She felt him come into the kitchen rather than hearing him. Before she knew it he was standing close to her back, so close that she could feel the heat from his body against the skin that wasn’t covered by her tank top.
When he spoke, his voice was quiet, barely a whisper. “You’ve seen it, haven’t you?”
She closed her eyes and nodded, flushing in unexpected shame. This was Sam’s brother, for crying out loud.
There was another pause, and if she couldn’t still feel him she might have thought he had left. Then- “Does Sammy know?”
She shook her head and then jumped when she felt a strong hand on her hip. “Don’t tell him.” Dean’s voice was soft and pleading. “Please. He’ll lose his shit if he finds out; blame himself for it, cause of school.”
“I don’t know if-”
“Please.” Dean’s mouth was practically touching her ear, the hard lines of his body pressed against her back. She couldn’t tell if he was just trying to be quiet or actually trying to seduce her. She heard a sharp inhale. “God, are you wet?”
Her face burned in shame again and she didn’t answer him. He let out a broken sort of laugh. “Well, if Sammy ever finds out, tell him I’m happy to join.”
Jess was saved from answering as they both heard the tell-tale rush of water in pipes from inside the walls, signaling that Sam was washing his hands and would be reappearing at any moment. Sure enough, when he appeared in the kitchen doorway moments later, Dean was cutting into the pie with a look of glee on his face and Jess was on her next glass of wine, her cheeks flushed, Sam thought, from the slight buzz she likely had by now.
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The rest of the evening passed slowly for Jess. Every time Dean spoke her mind snapped back to the kitchen, to his body pressed against hers, his breath hot on her ear and cheek. She gave up on trying to quell the lust, especially with the knowing looks that Dean kept throwing her, and when it finally came time for the older Winchester to leave, Jess had to resist pushing him out of the door.
No sooner had the door shut, Dean officially gone from the apartment, than Jess was on Sam, pulling his head down to kiss him ferociously, her other hand busy pulling the bottom of his shirt up to fumble with his belt buckle.
“Shit, Jess… What’s gotten into you?” Sam sounded short of breath, confused but welcoming of this new decelopment.
Jess managed to tug his shirt off and pressed her body against his, placing a wet kiss on his chest. “Want you,” she muttered. “Please.”
“Fuck.” Sam seemed to be trying to get ahold of himself, regain control of the situation. “Wait, wait. I had an idea today.” He pulled Jess over to the couch and gently pushed her down.
She whined, the intense need for him redoubling. He was searching through the coffee table drawers, where they kept their DVD collection. “What are you looking for.”
“I want to watch that one porno you like.” He grinned devilishly at her. “Want to see you get off on it.”
Her stomach dropped so violently that she wouldn’t be surprised if she had actually turned green. Literally.
“Sam, wait-” Too late.
“Got it.” Sam pulled out the DVD case, his eyes glancing over the cover before doing a sort of double-take, the color draining from his face. “What the fuck?”
Continue to Part Three