[Fic] Of Paranoia and Birthdays
Samuel Winchester was having a nice, long, nap. Then he realized that he was having one [even in his dreams] and slightly freaked out about it. Why wasn’t Dean pestering him and forcing him to get up at the crack of dawn? Usually when the elder woke up first- he got bored really fast and woke Sammy up. So one way or the other- something had to be wrong. He had been asleep too long.
His eyes opened quickly and he searched the room, trying to figure out where his brother was. As it turned out, Dean wasn’t even there. That made him freak out all the more. He quickly sprang up out of bed and wrestled a pair of jeans on before grabbing a knife a high tailing it outside.
The worry quickly turned to relief that just as soon turned to anger. Dean was under the Impala working on something or the other. “Dean, what do you think you’re doing?” he growled out.
Dean wasn’t expecting the inquisition and jarred up, cursing loudly as he hit his head on something. He moved so that he was peering out from under the car. “Jesus Christ, Sammy, don’t do that!” he chastised and groaned as he pulled himself the rest of the way out. He didn’t have a shirt on… and Sam decided to focus on his anger instead of how toned the other’s chest was. “What are you complaining about anyway? I needed something to do while you were off in la-la land.”
Sam eyed him suspiciously and ran down in his mind the multitude of things that his brother could have been turned into to have caused this. Apparently whatever it was didn’t know his brother as well as they thought they did. The real Dean Winchester didn’t just go do things for the heck of it, unless Sam was hurt from a hunt. They hadn’t been on a hunt for a week and Sam was perfectly fine.
“Don’t even do that, Sam. I know what’s going on in that sasquatch brain of yours and no, I am not some evil creature. I know a ghoul might want this awesome body- but I hardly think they would go through the trouble of going through me to get to you.” He snorted and grabbed a towel that had been sitting on the ground and wiped the grease from his hands. Ok, so it was his brother. Question was, why was he being nice? “Can’t I just do something nice for once? Would you believe me if I told you that you just looked really tired?”
“No, no I would not.” But it was at that point that Dean went past him, went back into the room, and snagged the shower before the younger could do anything about it. Maybe the rest of the day would be normal now- but for some reason he doubted it would be.
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All day long Dean had been acting weird- and Sam was going crazy trying to figure it out. It’s not like he had any near-death experiences… well more than normal anyway. Sam wasn’t in any danger than he normally was. But this was just getting creepy. Dean had let him pick the music without complaint. At the diners he didn’t even give him a hard time about actually eating healthy. He even let Sam drive for fuck’s sake!
“Alright, what’s going on? You’ve been acting like the brother I’ve always wished for yet never got all day.” He was still suspicious. But during the course of the day he dropped some Holy Water in one of Dean’s beers. Nothing. He ‘accidentally’ bumped him into something silver. Nothing, again. He had done everything and nothing happened and the ‘no, it’s alright’ attitude stayed the entire time.
“Really? I don’t think I’ve been acting any different than normal. You, however, are acting a bit paranoid. You sure that witch didn’t put a curse on you?” Dean asked as he pulled up to another motel and got out to check them in. Sam just glared at his retreating back and pouted in the car until he came back with some keys.
When they got back to the room, dropping their duffels Sam could feel Dean’s eyes on him. He made a point not to look back and instead settled on the edge of his bed and turned the old T.V. on that was in the room. He couldn’t see it but Dean was smirking. “You know for someone that they say is smart, and that whole college thing going for you, you really are stupid at times.”
Sam turned to him, still wondering what the hell was going on. Dean moved closer and captured his lips. The kiss was soft and sweet, much like the demeanor Dean had putting on all day. It was confusing, but Sam decided to just drown in the sensation. It wasn’t often that Dean wanted to take things slow. One hand came around to cradle Sam’s neck gently as he deepened the, Sam opened his mouth and their tongues met sensitively before exploring each others mouths.
Sam groaned as he was pushed back onto the bed, hands coming up to grasp at the elder Winchester’s shoulders. They parted for air and Dean started to kiss down Sam’s neck- licking and nipping gentle. Dean’s hand moved under Sam’s shirt, pulling it up gently as the tip of his fingers caressed his sides. “So beautiful… love you Sammy… my Sammy…” he breathed between kisses- making the others face flush at the compliments. His fingers moved up and played with Sam’s nipples lightly- which made him moan out in pleasure- before discarding the shirt altogether.
Sam’s own hands moved to push off Dean’s shirts, starting first with the flannel and moving to the t-shirt underneath. He paused in his movements when Dean’s lips found one of his sensitive nubs. “Oh God… Dean please…”
“Patience, baby.” He murmured against his skin, his hands coming to caress Sammy’s hips gently. He moved to the other one and drank up all the sounds his brother was making. It was one of the plus sides to going slower- he got to hear all those little noises that made him so hot. After he was done teasing him right there he moved lower- kissing down the others chest- swirling his tongue into his belly button which had Sam squirming slightly.
“Sammy, lift your legs up.” He commanded, making it easier to discard the pants and boxers. Sam gasped as the colder air hit his erection that was jutting out now that it was free. “Hmmm, looks delicious.”
Sam blushed, Dean really did have a nasty mouth then he wanted to. He moaned out a strangled version of his brother’s name when he slowly started to encase him with that wet heat. Dean slowly moved down to the root and just hummed. Sam tried to move but one of Dean’s hands had him pinned to the mattress. He just had to stay there and endure the pleasuristic torture. It felt so good, but it was nowhere near enough to get him off. “Dean… please… Oh God… please…” but Dean didn’t budge.
What he didn’t see what Dean grabbing a tube of lube from his pocket and slicking up his fingers. Sam was so out of it, eyes glazed over in pure love and lust; he didn’t realize what was going on until one finger wormed its way until his opening. Dean grinned and pulled off Sam’s member, working another into Sam as he watched the younger’s expression. “You’re so tight Sammy I can’t wait to fuck you nice and slow. You’ll be begging me to go faster but I won’t because I know what you need. You want to feel like you’re going out of your mind with pleasure. Going out of your mind as my cock fucks into you over and over again.”
He added the last finger and smirked when Sam bucked into them, found it. He stretched him until Sam was trembling around his fingers, begging to be fucked. “I don’t think so Sam, not yet. Just a little bit more.” He would bring him to the edge, and then wean him back off. Sam was coming apart and they weren’t even going at it yet. He couldn’t take it anymore, with the way Sam was breathlessly calling for him, and he removed his own pants that had been feeling way too tight.
He used more of the lube to coat his own member and positioned himself at Sam’s quivering entrance. He pushed in slowly, groaning lightly at the tight passage that clamped around him. “So good Sammy… so fucking good…” he was panting lightly by the time he was fully sheathed inside of the other. Sam’s eyes were unfocused and he whimpered as Dean didn’t move- trying to thrust his hips to get Dean to start.
Dean made good on his promise and went slow. A leisurely pace that had both of them slowly coming toward climax, and Sam clung to his brother during the whole thing. His entrance was already sensitive due to the long finger fuck, and now Dean’s dick was running against those nerves. It was heaven and hell at the same time.
Sam came first, screaming his release into Dean’s mouth as they kissed. Dean thrust in a few more time before coming into his Sammy. They stayed that way, panting for a while trying to catch their breath. Dean pulled out a few moments later- collapsing next to his lover with a sated smile on his lips.
Sam was half asleep by then, but then realized exactly what that day had been about. He moved, with a little difficulty, so he was lightly glaring at Dean. “You jerk; it’s the second of May!”
“Wondering when you would figure it out. I resisted the urge to wake you up all morning- it was hard.” The patented ‘Dean Winchester smirk’ graced his lips.
“Well you could have told me! I was paranoid all day!” Sam argued.
“Which was actually kind of amusing to watch, but if you want we can celebrate tomorrow too- that way you don’t have to be all suspicious of me and shit.” Dean moved and kissed Sam softly. “Happy Birthday, Sammy.”