The Monsters that Kill the Nightmares - Part VII: Early July
A road in the middle of nowhere - Early July
“I’ve been thinking, Sammy-“
“Did that hurt your head?”
“Shut up. I’ve been thinking: why do we want to kill this guy? I mean, he’s no competition, he’s just being dumb, trying draw us out I suppose. But we don’t have to kill him. Maybe, maybe we can like take him under our wing, ya know?” He looked like a small child, legs curled up underneath him in the passenger seat, excitement of his idea setting his face alight. “Maybe it’d be fun, Sam, to have another one like us.”
“What have you been smoking, and why haven’t you been sharing?”
“Come on, Sammy, think about it: someone else to play with, rip into, lose yourself in. You know it would be amazing, for both of us.”
“I dunno, Dean, can’t we at least find the guy first? Before we decide if we wanna… keep him.”
Dean sighed, Sam effectively knocking the wind out of his sails. “I guess.” Dean slumped against the door. He couldn’t stop thinking about the guy; didn’t even know who he was, but he’d be good, he could feel it. He’d complete them, save them from this hell they’d gotten themselves in. He wanted ‘him,’ needed ‘him,’ but he didn’t know how to make Sam see that, see how great things could be.
Dean slid across the seat, practically in Sam’s lap. “We could have an audience, Sam. I know how much you love being watched, making others watch you,” he hissed in Sam’s ear. Sam breathed in sharply; the words going straight to his dick. “Yeah, I knew you’d like that.”
“It’s not gonna work, Dean. You can’t seduce me into saying yes.” He tried to shove Dean back across the seat, but failed as Dean’s hands roamed below his belt, squeezing tightly. Sam swerved a little, the hand on him startling him.
“Pull over, Sam; you’re gonna crash my car,” Dean kissed Sam’s neck lightly, rough stubble of his chin scratching Sam’s skin.
“I wouldn’t crash it if you’d get off me.”
“Not gonna happen. Pull over,” he breathed into Sam’s ear.
“No. Get me off or get off me, but I’m not pulling over.”
“Fine. You break my baby, you’re fixing her. And if she’s not in mint condition, I’m cutting you off from sex. Forever.”
“You wouldn’t dare.” Sam turned his head to glare at Dean and ended up with Dean’s tongue in his throat. He leaned on the gas pedal a little too heavily, needle on the speedometer slowly climbing into the higher numbers.
“I’m telling you, Sammy,” gasped Dean, pulling away, “you’re gonna want to pull over.”
And the look on Dean’s face, the look that promised such great and devious and twisted things, finally made Sam jerk the wheel to the right, tires crunching over the roadside gravel. He barely had the car parked and turned off before Dean was dragging him into his lap, pulling Sam in for a rough kiss, teeth clanging together carelessly. Sam has to brace himself against the window, hold himself back before he takes Dean forcefully. Dean grabs his hips, grinds against him painfully, pulls his mouth away from Sam’s, “Come on, Sammy. Whadya say we have a little fun?” And Sam can do nothing but groan in return and grind down into Dean’s lap, his cock already painfully hard and leaking in his pants.
“Fun’s good. I like fun.”
“We’re gonna play a little game. Alright?” Sam wasn’t sure he was in the right frame of mind for a game; Dean had him worked up, want and need and take all humming through his veins.
“No. No games, Dean. Can’t think enough for games.” He could barely think as it was. It was hard enough to put sentences together that made sense let alone play a game.
“A deal then? It’s one I’m sure you’ll like.” Dean had one hand hugging the tight curve of Sam’s ass, the other cupping him through his jeans, forcing the hard zipper into his skin with the pressure and he was riding that fine line between pleasure and pain, ready to do anything to get Dean to just move this along.
“What’s the deal then?” Sam hissed as Dean squeezed him and he was two seconds away from coming unless Dean did something and he does something right then.
“I’ll let you fuck me, right here, right now,” and Sam practically came at the thought, “if and only if you promise to at least think about it. Think about how great it could be to have someone with us.”
Sam tried to breathe slowly, calm himself enough to answer and receive his prize. “Okay fine, I promise. Now let me at that ass, you tease.”