Fic: Hidden in Lies (5/6)
Warnings for in the Prologue, Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4
Chapter 5
“Dean can’t getting any… thing to eat”
Sam jolted at the sound of the door slamming and quickly clicked off the TV as Dean stomped through the room as if he was stalking a demon. “I didn’t expect you back,” Sam blinked as Dean flopped down on his bed and stuffed a pillow in his face. “What happened?” The oddest muffling of ‘starving’ came from the pillow, making the younger brother blink, “What happened to Pam, Pat, whatever her name was that was trying to eat your face at the bar?”
The pillow moved out of the way long enough to see Dean glaring at the ceiling. “She revved the engine and decided the block was too big for her,” there was a growl to the end of that. “That’s the 6th time this week I’ve been shot down over size… Isn’t anyone adventurous anymore?”
Sam blinked and twitched. “She turned you down, over your size? Dude, that sucks.”
“Yeah, well… If they say no, then the answer is no,” Dean grumbled and stuffed his pillow back in his face. “Why the hell do I gotta be a good guy?! Every single one of them woulda been more than happy as hell to have me, all it would take is a push.”
“I didn’t catch half of that,” Sam saw that pillow shift left and right as if to say forget it. “Dude, how… uh… could you get turned down that many times in a week?”
“Sam,” the pillow pulled away to let Dean lift onto one elbow and look at his little brother. “If I tell you, will you just drop it?” Sam blinked before nodding, Dean instantly knew it wouldn’t be dropped and sighed. “The saying ‘hung like a horse’? Yeah, well, that was the best comparison they had when Incubi were first seen.”
“Dude…” Sam winced, shook his head - yeah Dean had just succeeded in scarring his baby brother for life with that mental image- and gaped at him. “You can’t honestly tell me…”
“Yeah Sam, I can. And no, I’m not showing you my dick so don’t ask.” Dean stuffed the pillow back in his face, “I’m going to get some sleep.”
Sam was still trying to shake that mental image out of his head when he noticed an odd rich sweet smell, “What’s that… Dean, are you giving off pheromones?”
Dean groaned and lifted the pillow enough to sniff at his shoulder softly before wincing, “Yeah, sorry, it happens when I’m hungry. If… uh… it starts getting to ya tell me, I’ll go sleep in the car.” Sam made a face that told Dean he knew exactly what he was meaning before he stuffed the pillow back in his face and fell asleep.
Sam had to have made a dozen trips to the bathroom before he could finally sleep. It didn’t help the matter when he woke up harder than he’d been in months. “Damnit,” he grumbled, glad that Dean’s bed was empty, and gasping when the bathroom door suddenly opened.
“Morning Sammy,” Dean said, Sam yipped and grabbed for the blanket to pull it up to help hide the fact from his brother. Green eyes blinked at him before rolling, “I told you to tell me…”
“You were actually sleeping; I didn’t want to wake you up!” Sam winced when he tried to get out of bed, he felt chafed between his legs, no doubt from the repeated trips to the bathroom. “You are not sleeping in the same room as me unless you’ve fed!”
“Agreed,” Dean grumbled as he saw Sam wincing from just moving around in his shorts. “I could help you out with that if you want,” he couldn’t help but offer, Sam looked absolutely mortified, “I didn’t mean like that! Well it’s kinda like that but not really.”
“How the hell is it ‘kinda, not really’?”
Dean went to speak, shook his head and just smirked before raising his arms, “Hug?”
Sam blinked, did it again, before making a face, “Huh?!”
“What’s the matter, can’t give your big brother a hug?”
“Dude, I’m not giving my anything a hug with a…” Sam let out a whining laugh before shaking his head.
“Sam, it’s hug, kiss or something way worse. Pick one.”
Sam winced, kiss never even came to mind and he did not want to know what all fell into the worse category, so he grumbled and held out his arms for his smaller brother. “Alright,” Sam flinched when his brother stepped forward and settled his arms around his middle, expecting some sort of fast acting sex mojo to hit him or something. He wasn’t expecting his older brother to sigh and settle himself against his chest as if he was a teddy bear or hum, “You need to get laid Sammy… you’re all kinds of repressed.”
Sam started relaxing when nothing hit and slowly let his arms drape over the smaller Winchester’s shoulders. “Huh?” A jolt went through him, and suddenly he started feeling tired, like all his energy was being drained away. “You’re doing that?”
“Yeah,” Dean took only as much as he needed to kill the arousal his pheromones had caused and stepped away from his yawning brother. “You okay?”
“Yeah, just, didn’t sleep well.”
“Jacking off all night will do that to ya. Pack up, you can sleep it off in the car,” Dean smiled at Sam’s tired nodding while the lumbering oaf started gathering his things.
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Dean pulled off his jacket, lips never once leaving the lush lips of the ripe young woman mewling for his hands back on her as they both fell onto the bed with a second’s pause before his hands were free and exactly where she wanted them.
Oh God, please let this take, I need this so bad. Dean silently prayed, actually prayed when he felt her hands reaching for his pants. A gasp was heard as he groaned at her grip across the front of his ever tightening jeans. “What’s wrong?”
“You’re, big,” her voice was surprised, Dean groaned something remotely similar to yeah and shifted in her hand, his jeans becoming tighter as he shifted under them. “You’re, really big.”
Please don’t, please don’t say no. I really fucking need this. “Yeah, please, if you’re gonna back out don’t tease me, my pants already feel like they’re gonna rip.”
When that look crossed her face, he knew he was in for the worst case of blue balls. She wanted to see it, and he wasn’t even half hard yet...
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Dean stormed into the motel room, the slam of the door making Sam jump, half asleep. “Dean? What’s going on?”
“Go back to sleep Sam,” the older hunter warned as he stomped into the bathroom with his jacket looped around his middle.
“What happened?”
“Broke the zipper,” was mumbled before the door slammed and the water started up, from the hissing and cursing it had to be boiling hot or freezing. And from the string of words he could hear Sam’s bet was on freezing.
“Broke the zipper?” Sam repeated in question when Dean came back out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist, blinking when he saw another wrapped around his chest too.
“Sam, don’t push me, I’m liable to scar you permanently right now.”
Sam lifted a brow, “Don’t tell me you got drunk enough to change…”
“No, I’m all male,” did Dean just wince? “Trust me.”
“You got turned down again, didn’t you?” Sam sat up and rubbed at his eyes.
“Yeah,” Dean grumbled and went over to his own bed, facing away from his brother while he grumbled and shifted the towels to keep covered. “Woulda been fine if the bitch hadn’t gotten me hard…” Dean grumbled at the heavy, aching weight pointing straight up at him, barely hidden by the towel draped across his chest.
“Ouch… That’s gotta be hurting. Why didn’t you take care of it in the shower?”
“Sam, this is the same as your stomach growling when you’re hungry, and right now it’s given up on growling and is just demanding to be fed.” Dean slid down and under the covers before tossing the towels aside.
“You’re not just gonna sleep naked…”
“I can’t exactly contain this thing, how do you think my zipper got broken?” Dean was snuggled down into the blankets, pulling them to wrap his body in hopes of keeping himself out of his brother’s no doubt mortified expression. “Night Sam.”
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Sam really wished he wasn’t always the first up… Never in his life has he ever wished this more. Sam’s head ticked left in a jerky head tilt at what he was seeing in the bed next to him. Dean had lived up to his fidgety nature even in sleep and the blankets had all been kicked or thrown down from the warm night and Sam was currently staring at a not so limp version of what looked like a pale snake attempting to bite his brother in the chest. His eyes blinked, head quickly shaking left and right when he realized there was no way in hell a snake was that thick. “Oh my God!” Sam looked away, beet red when his brain finally interpreted what he was seeing as his brother’s morning wood and tried to physically scrub the image from his eyes while the body in the next bed shot into a sitting position with his gun drawn.
“What’s wrong? Where is it?” Dean looked around, automatically searching for a target even while half asleep.
“Between your legs! My eyes!” Sam was still trying to scrub the image away and closing them only made it worse.
“Huh?” Dean must be more asleep than he realized when his eyes shifted down, “Shit, sorry.”
“Dude, DUDE!” Sam shuddered and shook his head trying to get the image out of it. “NO amount of brain bleach will ever get that out of my head…”
“What the hell were you looking for?” Dean said as he turned away from his brother and drug the blanket over to cover up with.
“I didn’t! I just looked over to see if you were awake and there it was! What do you feed that thing?!”
“What do you think?”
“Dude, just… how the hell… I mean, I’m nowhere near… That’s not inherited.”
“Incubus, remember? It is inherited, but it’s not dad I get it from. I’m actually lucky. Other ‘families’ are either spiked or have… duplicate issues.”
Sam twitched, his mind still flashing on the image of his naked brother while he kept shaking his head trying to forget it. “Can we end this conversation? I need coffee… and a knife to gouge my eyes out.”
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Dean was so hungry that the flirtatious waitress at the diner they stopped at along the way seemed a gift straight from God himself when she caught him on his trip back from the bathroom and gave him a good, long, obvious motive kiss. “Where have you been all my life?” he stammered and smiled when she caught his wrist to pull him back into the bathroom. He was pushed back against the wall in the small single bathroom and kissed again while she started working at his pants. “I swear, if you back out on this I don’t think I’ll be able to.”
“You ain’t got no worry about that sugar, I can spot a good fuck a mile away.”
Dean took over once she wrapped her bare thighs around his hips and spun her to push her back against the wall. “You’re not gonna be walking straight after this.” He thought he heard her whimper ‘I hope not’ before he lifted her up high enough to settle her over him. “Last chance babe, I won’t stop once I’m in.”
“Fuck me.”
“Thank God,” Dean said as he shoved his way in, surprised how deep and easy she took the majority of his length before he finally bottomed out 2/3rd the way in.
“Oh fuck, you’re bigger than I thought,” but never once did she complain as he drove into her and she even seemed to find more room for him as they settled into a hard fast needy rhythm.
Dean walked out of the diner whistling, in a good mood, and it had nothing to do with pie as he tossed the keys to Sam, “You’re driving Sammy.” Sam looked very confused when Dean slid passed him into the passenger seat before settling in and sighing contently.
“You seem… happy,” Sam said as he started up the car.
“Best meal I’ve had in months.”
Chapter 6