All We Were Meant To Be 3/?
Title: All We Were Meant To Be 3/?
Pairing: Dean/Sam
Rating: NC-17
Summary: When Sam was fifteen Dean met a woman named Lisa and disappeared. Two years later, Sam was captured by a pack of werewolves and discovered his brother's fate. But Dean refused to return with him and after a passion filled reunion they went their separate ways. The evidence of what they'd done came in the form of their son Ben, but a jealous Lisa decides she wants the child for her own. (slight au of The Kids Are Alright)
Warning: mpreg and bottom!Sam
Disclaimer: Seen a brotherly kiss yet? No? Damn it, must not be mine then.
Author's Notes: A HUGE thank you to my baby atsugari8 for always being at my side when I need her and giving me confidence. She totally owns me.
Previous chapters: one, two
Time flew by in a blur for Sam. Bobby had arranged with a high school in the next town to send him textbooks and lessons so that he could home school, and in return Sam helped Bobby with research for the hunters that looked to him for demonology assistance.
Although they made sure to keep Sam out of sight whenever any said hunters appeared, not wanting them to see his swollen belly and get the wrong idea.
John stuck around more than Sam could have hoped for, although after a little while his father would start to pace and fidget like a caged animal. At those times Sam would take pity on him and do research to give John a heads up about any good hunts.
When he found one, John would always look so relieved as the tension melted from his shoulders. He’d promise to be back soon as he’d practically shoot out the door, kicking up dust in his haste. Sam tried not to take it personally because he knew it wasn’t about him. John’s nights were still haunted by the Yellow Eyed Demon and seeing Mary’s body burning on the nursery ceiling. Their rooms were just down the hall from each other so sometimes Sam heard John calling out Mary’s name in the darkness, voice broken and anguished.
At those times Sam would tug his blanket higher to his chin and think of Dean.
Sam did not see Dean again, and even though he knew that he shouldn’t expect to it still hurt nonetheless. His stomach grew as though it was perfectly natural to be pregnant, and with it grew Sam’s acceptance that he’d have to do this without his brother.
Bobby woke with a start one morning to the sound of ceramic smashing. He scrambled out of bed and rushed down the hallway, a loaded shotgun clutched in his hand and Rumsfeld at his heels, to find Sam standing in the middle of the kitchen. There were pieces of a destroyed plate at his feet, and a look of awe on his face.
“Sam?” Bobby ventured as the dog trotted forth to inhale the remains of Sam’s breakfast among the mess. “What’s the matter?”
Sam blinked at him, looked down at his stomach then back at Bobby. His mouth opened and closed a few times, but no sound emerged.
“Sam c’mon, what is it?”
“I felt the baby kick.”
Bobby released the breath he hadn’t even realized he’d been holding, willing his pounding heart to slow back to normal as he moved towards the teen. “Are you okay?”
A smile appeared on Sam’s face, dimples in full force. “Yeah,” he replied breathily, hand moving to rest on the bulge beneath his t-shirt. “I’m great.”
By the time that the baby was ready to be born, Bobby, John and Sam had already been a few times to a woman named Ann that specialized in strange cases such as this. She was a doctor before becoming a hunter, and had barely bat an eyelash at Sam’s state before being all business. Ann’s reassuring and kind tone eased Sam’s anxiety and he found himself feeling completely comfortable under her touch as she checked on the status of his unborn child.
Sam’s body had not changed in any way besides his belly getting bigger, and so when the time came he had to give birth cesarean style. Sam’s blood was everywhere by the end, staining the table he was on as well as Ann’s hands and the front of her clothes. Thanks to morphine he’d been pretty out of it, only vaguely feeling Ann cut his stomach.
When he came out of his high, the first thing he saw was John with a tiny bundle-wrapped blanket in his arms. There was a look of love so intense on John’s face that it brought tears to Sam’s eyes, and he knew that his father’s discomfort had finally melted like snow under the sun.
“Dad..” he croaked, throat feeling like a cup of sand had been dumped down it while he’d slept.
John looked up, attempting to school his features although the warmth was still visible in his eyes. “How are you feeling?” he asked, sitting down on the side of the bed.
“Sore. Thirsty.”
He gratefully took the glass of water his father handed him from the bedside table, drinking slowly to sooth the grain from his throat.
“It’s a boy,” John said once Sam was finished, both their eyes once more drawn to the peacefully sleeping infant. He carefully handed him to Sam. “Do you know what you’re going to name him?”
Sam looked down at the child, small head already covered with short dark hair. He’d been thinking a lot about names, and one of them stood out perfectly in his mind. “Benjamin.”
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Sam hurried in through the back of the diner, shutting the door behind him before he grabbed his apron hanging on the wall by the phone.
“Sorry I’m late,” he said, wrapping the long strings around his narrow waist two times then tying them at the small of his back. “Ben was up all night.”
Maggie immediately went into full-on Mother Hen Mode, wiping her hands on a towel as she turned to him. “Nightmares again? What about this time?”
“Dogs,” Sam replied, stuffing his apron pocket with a notepad and pencil. On the front of the white fabric in bold, black letters read Don and Maggie’s Place across the center of his chest. “He said there was a pack of dogs after me.”
“Is he afraid of dogs?”
“No, that’s the thing. Ben loves them and the feeling is mutual. Rumsfeld can’t get enough of him.”
“Maybe he watched something he shouldn’t have on television,” Maggie suggested. “I know how much that boy is into monster movies.”
“Yeah,” Sam laughed. “Five years old and already hooked on werewolves and vampires.”
“If anything I’d think he’d be afraid of those.”
Sam nodded. He didn’t want to mention it to Maggie since she wouldn’t even understand what he was talking about, but he was worried about how fascinated his son was with supernatural creatures. John took it as a sign that Ben would be a great hunter someday, but that didn’t sit well with Sam. He didn’t want Ben to be a hunter, and made sure that even though he was just a kid he was never around when any of Bobby or John’s ‘acquaintances’ showed up.
“Is Jess here?” he asked, trying to change the subject.
It worked as Maggie giggled, giving him a broad smile. “She started not long ago. You two are the cutest couple!”
Sam’s dimples showed full force as he grinned, making Maggie squeal like a fan girl even more. He and Jessica Moore were the diner couple.
They’d met a year prior when Sam started working at Don and Maggie’s and had instantly become friends. Jess had been at Stanford for a while but she’d transferred to a campus in South Dakota in order to be closer to family, and in her Sam found someone who had similar interests concerning school and law.
Sam had finished high school thanks to his home courses, but he knew that he wouldn’t be able to attend college to be a lawyer like he’d wanted at one time. Every time he saw Ben’s smiling face however, he didn’t mind missing out.
Jess had taken to Ben as soon as she’d met him, and the feeling had been completely returned. Sam told her that his lover had left him after Ben was born; it had been the both a lie and a truth while still being vague, since Sam couldn’t very well tell her that he had been the pregnant one. Jess had accepted it and Sam had allowed himself to get closer to her after that. They had been officially dating for three months.
Dean was never far from Sam’s thoughts. He had no way of knowing if his brother was even alive, but there was no real way to find him. Werewolves could only be tracked if they wanted to be, or if they got sloppy.
Dean had done neither.
Jess’s face immediately lit up as Sam entered the main diner area, and they shared a quick kiss before resuming the task of taking and delivering customer’s orders. Mostly they had regulars who also found them to be an incredibly cute couple, so in response to the kiss they received smiles and winks.
Sam cared a lot for everyone who worked in the diner. The customers were kind and the employees were twice as great. Don and Maggie always treated him like a family member, and whenever Sam brought Ben in they lavished attention on him. Ben even referred to them as Grandpa Don and Grandma Maggie. The busboy Cole was the newest employee and still a little shy, but even he came out of his shell when Ben worked his charms on him. The five year old definitely had Dean’s ability to make anyone eat out of his hand.
It was fitting, because Ben was also a near spitting image of Dean when he was young. Sam of course didn’t remember his brother at five, but he had seen pictures of them at that age that Bobby had stashed away.
Break time found Sam relaxing in the backroom, and that was where Kelly found him when she rushed in to apply more makeup from her purse.
“Sam I have just met the man of my dreams!” she gushed excitedly.
“Sure,” Sam replied, not even looking up from his book.
Kelly was a local high school senior and a sweet girl, but she was pretty slutty and fickle at times. At least once a week she fell in love with some random guy, they would fuck behind the diner on her break or when her shift was over, and then she’d move onto her next great romance. She’d even been convinced at one point that Sam was her true love, but he never gave into her advances and after a week she’d moved on.
“You don’t believe me?” Kelly was scandalized, fingers fluffing her curly auburn hair.
“No.”
“Sam! This guy is different from the other’s. He’s my soul mate! I can feel it. He’s so sexy and plus he has the most gorgeous green eyes I think I’ve ever seen!”
“If you say so.”
Huffing at his dry tone, Kelly grabbed Sam’s wrist and tugged until he gave in and stood up from his chair. He reluctantly followed her into the dining area and immediately froze in mid-step.
Kelly’s new love of her life was none other than Dean.
Oh the irony.
“See?” her smug voice broke through his shock. “Didn’t I tell you? I bet his dick is huge, too. God I can feel him against me already.”
Ignoring her rambling, Sam forced himself to move again and stopped next to the table.
“Hey there, Sammy,” Dean said in a casual tone, not even looking up from his menu.
“What the hell are you doing here?”
Dean glanced at him, and Sam wanted nothing more than to punch the smile right off his face. “You give the best greetings, you know that?”
“Oh my god, you know each other?” Kelly sounded like a kid on Christmas morning and Sam internally cringed. “Introduce me, Sam!”
“Um.. Right. Dean, this is Kelly. Kelly, this is my b-- this is Dean.”
Dean raised an eyebrow at Sam’s change of tactics, but didn’t mention it. He gave Kelly a smile and the normal once over, then directed his attention back to his brother. “Sit.”
“Dean, I’m not--”
“Sammy,” he commanded in his best don’t give me any shit voice, “sit. Now.”
Ignoring Kelly, who’s red lipstick-coated mouth was agape in shock that Dean had no interest in her, Sam grumbled to himself as he slid into the booth opposite the older man.
They both gave the girl a blank look, and she shot them a glare in return before stalking off in a huff.
“Let me guess,” Sam started, crossing his arms over his chest, “the pack moved again and ended up not far from here, right?”
“No. I can go places on my own you know.”
Sam raised an eyebrow doubtfully. Both times they’d seen each other in the last few years, Dean had refused to trail far away from his fellow werewolves like a damn dog on a leash.
“You don’t believe me?”
“Not in the slightest.”
Dean smirked and pushed his foot against Sam’s under the table. “Let’s get out of here.”
He wanted to say no, to tell Dean to go fuck himself damn it but it had been five years and Sam’s body ached.
So he nodded.
The Impala sitting in the side parking lot was a sight for sore eyes. Sam had never realized just how much the car had come to mean for him until he didn’t get to see it anymore. He ran his hand across the smooth black paint, remembering how he and Dean practically grew up on her back seat while John drove them around the country.
Dean opened the back door with the familiar creak of hinges, shooting Sam an amused look and the two of them crawled inside.
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“Oh fuck, Dean.” Sam’s hips rocked furiously on his brother’s lap, his fingers tight on the leather of the back of the seat on either side of Dean’s shoulders.
Dean pressed breathless kisses to Sam’s heaving chest, laving his tongue over his nipples as his fingers ghosted over his sweaty sides and back.
Sam’s dick was fully hard and dripping, leaving white smears behind every time the bulbous head smacked against his belly.
“So damn tight,” Dean grunted, shoving his hips up each time Sam rocked backwards. He slid one hand down over the small of Sam’s back to his ass, fingers slipping down the crevice to feel the skin stretched around his dick. “Fucking missed this.”
Sam panted, moving a hand down to fondle and stroke himself. The top of his head brushed the roof of the car, making his hair staticky and messy. He bent his neck slightly, ignoring the sting that told him it would hurt like a bitch later.
The windows were foggy from the heat of their breath and bodies, and the car rocked slightly as their thrusts become desperate and rough.
Dean’s breath started to hitch, a signal he was close to coming and Sam shoved off of him without warning.
Dean immediately whined, trying to grab Sam‘s hips. “What the hell, Sam!”
Refusing to comply with Dean’s attempt to pull him close again, Sam spread himself out on his back with his legs spread. He once more wrapped his fingers around his leaking dick, jacking up and down. He watched through half-lidded eyes as Dean eagerly followed him and got up on his knees.
Sam moaned as Dean shoved into him again, immediately thrusting in and out with the slick sound of the lube they’d used. The tube lay forgotten on the floor behind the driver’s part of the bench seat.
Dean grabbed underneath Sam’s knees, spreading his brother’s legs wider as he fucked in and out of his slick body. Dean’s hips smacked against the backs of Sam’s thighs and underneath his ass, his dark eyes watching intently as the puckered entrance stretched to accommodate his girth.
Sam threw his head back against the seat, his hand speeding up to a blur as Dean’s dick brushed against his prostate. He threw his other up behind him, fingers brushing against the foggy window as his thighs trembled.
The condensation was cold against Sam’s heated skin and he brought his hand up, wrapping his wet fingers against the warm metal of Dean’s pendant. Sam used the necklace to pull Dean down almost as if it were a leash. At any other time, the thought might have made him laugh but at that moment, it was just all the more hot.
Dean leaned down willingly, trading in his long, speedy thrusts for short, lazy ones as his mouth connected with Sam’s. His hands slid underneath Sam’s shoulders, pulling him closer as Sam released his aching dick to wrap both arms around Dean’s neck.
For a moment, it was as if there had not been five years of loneliness stuck between them.
Sam came first, hot and sticky against both of their stomachs. Dean followed not a moment after, moaning Sam’s name against his swollen lips as he released deeply inside of him.
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Sam closed his eyes and breathed through his nose, taking in the scent of the leather, sweat and sex, and gun oil. He and Dean were wedged together, Sam laying between his brother and the back of the seat. Dean was absently tracing patterns over Sam’s naked hip with the tips of his fingers.
Sam wasn’t worried about Dean coming inside of him. He knew that he should be, but at the moment he was too content to be with his brother that nothing else seemed to really matter right then.
“Dean?” he ventured, raising his head from where it’d been tucked under the older brunet’s chin.
“Yeah?”
“I want you to stop by Bobby’s house this afternoon.”
Dean sighed. “Sam..”
“Please. You don’t have to stay if you don’t want to.. I couldn’t force you to anyway. But there’s something that you’ve got to see.”
There was silence and just when Sam was starting to think he’d have to beg, Dean pressed a chaste kiss to his lips.
“Okay,” he older brunet conceded warily. “I’ll come by.”
Chapter 4
Pairing: Dean/Sam
Rating: NC-17
Summary: When Sam was fifteen Dean met a woman named Lisa and disappeared. Two years later, Sam was captured by a pack of werewolves and discovered his brother's fate. But Dean refused to return with him and after a passion filled reunion they went their separate ways. The evidence of what they'd done came in the form of their son Ben, but a jealous Lisa decides she wants the child for her own. (slight au of The Kids Are Alright)
Warning: mpreg and bottom!Sam
Disclaimer: Seen a brotherly kiss yet? No? Damn it, must not be mine then.
Author's Notes: A HUGE thank you to my baby atsugari8 for always being at my side when I need her and giving me confidence. She totally owns me.
Previous chapters: one, two
Time flew by in a blur for Sam. Bobby had arranged with a high school in the next town to send him textbooks and lessons so that he could home school, and in return Sam helped Bobby with research for the hunters that looked to him for demonology assistance.
Although they made sure to keep Sam out of sight whenever any said hunters appeared, not wanting them to see his swollen belly and get the wrong idea.
John stuck around more than Sam could have hoped for, although after a little while his father would start to pace and fidget like a caged animal. At those times Sam would take pity on him and do research to give John a heads up about any good hunts.
When he found one, John would always look so relieved as the tension melted from his shoulders. He’d promise to be back soon as he’d practically shoot out the door, kicking up dust in his haste. Sam tried not to take it personally because he knew it wasn’t about him. John’s nights were still haunted by the Yellow Eyed Demon and seeing Mary’s body burning on the nursery ceiling. Their rooms were just down the hall from each other so sometimes Sam heard John calling out Mary’s name in the darkness, voice broken and anguished.
At those times Sam would tug his blanket higher to his chin and think of Dean.
Sam did not see Dean again, and even though he knew that he shouldn’t expect to it still hurt nonetheless. His stomach grew as though it was perfectly natural to be pregnant, and with it grew Sam’s acceptance that he’d have to do this without his brother.
Bobby woke with a start one morning to the sound of ceramic smashing. He scrambled out of bed and rushed down the hallway, a loaded shotgun clutched in his hand and Rumsfeld at his heels, to find Sam standing in the middle of the kitchen. There were pieces of a destroyed plate at his feet, and a look of awe on his face.
“Sam?” Bobby ventured as the dog trotted forth to inhale the remains of Sam’s breakfast among the mess. “What’s the matter?”
Sam blinked at him, looked down at his stomach then back at Bobby. His mouth opened and closed a few times, but no sound emerged.
“Sam c’mon, what is it?”
“I felt the baby kick.”
Bobby released the breath he hadn’t even realized he’d been holding, willing his pounding heart to slow back to normal as he moved towards the teen. “Are you okay?”
A smile appeared on Sam’s face, dimples in full force. “Yeah,” he replied breathily, hand moving to rest on the bulge beneath his t-shirt. “I’m great.”
By the time that the baby was ready to be born, Bobby, John and Sam had already been a few times to a woman named Ann that specialized in strange cases such as this. She was a doctor before becoming a hunter, and had barely bat an eyelash at Sam’s state before being all business. Ann’s reassuring and kind tone eased Sam’s anxiety and he found himself feeling completely comfortable under her touch as she checked on the status of his unborn child.
Sam’s body had not changed in any way besides his belly getting bigger, and so when the time came he had to give birth cesarean style. Sam’s blood was everywhere by the end, staining the table he was on as well as Ann’s hands and the front of her clothes. Thanks to morphine he’d been pretty out of it, only vaguely feeling Ann cut his stomach.
When he came out of his high, the first thing he saw was John with a tiny bundle-wrapped blanket in his arms. There was a look of love so intense on John’s face that it brought tears to Sam’s eyes, and he knew that his father’s discomfort had finally melted like snow under the sun.
“Dad..” he croaked, throat feeling like a cup of sand had been dumped down it while he’d slept.
John looked up, attempting to school his features although the warmth was still visible in his eyes. “How are you feeling?” he asked, sitting down on the side of the bed.
“Sore. Thirsty.”
He gratefully took the glass of water his father handed him from the bedside table, drinking slowly to sooth the grain from his throat.
“It’s a boy,” John said once Sam was finished, both their eyes once more drawn to the peacefully sleeping infant. He carefully handed him to Sam. “Do you know what you’re going to name him?”
Sam looked down at the child, small head already covered with short dark hair. He’d been thinking a lot about names, and one of them stood out perfectly in his mind. “Benjamin.”
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Sam hurried in through the back of the diner, shutting the door behind him before he grabbed his apron hanging on the wall by the phone.
“Sorry I’m late,” he said, wrapping the long strings around his narrow waist two times then tying them at the small of his back. “Ben was up all night.”
Maggie immediately went into full-on Mother Hen Mode, wiping her hands on a towel as she turned to him. “Nightmares again? What about this time?”
“Dogs,” Sam replied, stuffing his apron pocket with a notepad and pencil. On the front of the white fabric in bold, black letters read Don and Maggie’s Place across the center of his chest. “He said there was a pack of dogs after me.”
“Is he afraid of dogs?”
“No, that’s the thing. Ben loves them and the feeling is mutual. Rumsfeld can’t get enough of him.”
“Maybe he watched something he shouldn’t have on television,” Maggie suggested. “I know how much that boy is into monster movies.”
“Yeah,” Sam laughed. “Five years old and already hooked on werewolves and vampires.”
“If anything I’d think he’d be afraid of those.”
Sam nodded. He didn’t want to mention it to Maggie since she wouldn’t even understand what he was talking about, but he was worried about how fascinated his son was with supernatural creatures. John took it as a sign that Ben would be a great hunter someday, but that didn’t sit well with Sam. He didn’t want Ben to be a hunter, and made sure that even though he was just a kid he was never around when any of Bobby or John’s ‘acquaintances’ showed up.
“Is Jess here?” he asked, trying to change the subject.
It worked as Maggie giggled, giving him a broad smile. “She started not long ago. You two are the cutest couple!”
Sam’s dimples showed full force as he grinned, making Maggie squeal like a fan girl even more. He and Jessica Moore were the diner couple.
They’d met a year prior when Sam started working at Don and Maggie’s and had instantly become friends. Jess had been at Stanford for a while but she’d transferred to a campus in South Dakota in order to be closer to family, and in her Sam found someone who had similar interests concerning school and law.
Sam had finished high school thanks to his home courses, but he knew that he wouldn’t be able to attend college to be a lawyer like he’d wanted at one time. Every time he saw Ben’s smiling face however, he didn’t mind missing out.
Jess had taken to Ben as soon as she’d met him, and the feeling had been completely returned. Sam told her that his lover had left him after Ben was born; it had been the both a lie and a truth while still being vague, since Sam couldn’t very well tell her that he had been the pregnant one. Jess had accepted it and Sam had allowed himself to get closer to her after that. They had been officially dating for three months.
Dean was never far from Sam’s thoughts. He had no way of knowing if his brother was even alive, but there was no real way to find him. Werewolves could only be tracked if they wanted to be, or if they got sloppy.
Dean had done neither.
Jess’s face immediately lit up as Sam entered the main diner area, and they shared a quick kiss before resuming the task of taking and delivering customer’s orders. Mostly they had regulars who also found them to be an incredibly cute couple, so in response to the kiss they received smiles and winks.
Sam cared a lot for everyone who worked in the diner. The customers were kind and the employees were twice as great. Don and Maggie always treated him like a family member, and whenever Sam brought Ben in they lavished attention on him. Ben even referred to them as Grandpa Don and Grandma Maggie. The busboy Cole was the newest employee and still a little shy, but even he came out of his shell when Ben worked his charms on him. The five year old definitely had Dean’s ability to make anyone eat out of his hand.
It was fitting, because Ben was also a near spitting image of Dean when he was young. Sam of course didn’t remember his brother at five, but he had seen pictures of them at that age that Bobby had stashed away.
Break time found Sam relaxing in the backroom, and that was where Kelly found him when she rushed in to apply more makeup from her purse.
“Sam I have just met the man of my dreams!” she gushed excitedly.
“Sure,” Sam replied, not even looking up from his book.
Kelly was a local high school senior and a sweet girl, but she was pretty slutty and fickle at times. At least once a week she fell in love with some random guy, they would fuck behind the diner on her break or when her shift was over, and then she’d move onto her next great romance. She’d even been convinced at one point that Sam was her true love, but he never gave into her advances and after a week she’d moved on.
“You don’t believe me?” Kelly was scandalized, fingers fluffing her curly auburn hair.
“No.”
“Sam! This guy is different from the other’s. He’s my soul mate! I can feel it. He’s so sexy and plus he has the most gorgeous green eyes I think I’ve ever seen!”
“If you say so.”
Huffing at his dry tone, Kelly grabbed Sam’s wrist and tugged until he gave in and stood up from his chair. He reluctantly followed her into the dining area and immediately froze in mid-step.
Kelly’s new love of her life was none other than Dean.
Oh the irony.
“See?” her smug voice broke through his shock. “Didn’t I tell you? I bet his dick is huge, too. God I can feel him against me already.”
Ignoring her rambling, Sam forced himself to move again and stopped next to the table.
“Hey there, Sammy,” Dean said in a casual tone, not even looking up from his menu.
“What the hell are you doing here?”
Dean glanced at him, and Sam wanted nothing more than to punch the smile right off his face. “You give the best greetings, you know that?”
“Oh my god, you know each other?” Kelly sounded like a kid on Christmas morning and Sam internally cringed. “Introduce me, Sam!”
“Um.. Right. Dean, this is Kelly. Kelly, this is my b-- this is Dean.”
Dean raised an eyebrow at Sam’s change of tactics, but didn’t mention it. He gave Kelly a smile and the normal once over, then directed his attention back to his brother. “Sit.”
“Dean, I’m not--”
“Sammy,” he commanded in his best don’t give me any shit voice, “sit. Now.”
Ignoring Kelly, who’s red lipstick-coated mouth was agape in shock that Dean had no interest in her, Sam grumbled to himself as he slid into the booth opposite the older man.
They both gave the girl a blank look, and she shot them a glare in return before stalking off in a huff.
“Let me guess,” Sam started, crossing his arms over his chest, “the pack moved again and ended up not far from here, right?”
“No. I can go places on my own you know.”
Sam raised an eyebrow doubtfully. Both times they’d seen each other in the last few years, Dean had refused to trail far away from his fellow werewolves like a damn dog on a leash.
“You don’t believe me?”
“Not in the slightest.”
Dean smirked and pushed his foot against Sam’s under the table. “Let’s get out of here.”
He wanted to say no, to tell Dean to go fuck himself damn it but it had been five years and Sam’s body ached.
So he nodded.
The Impala sitting in the side parking lot was a sight for sore eyes. Sam had never realized just how much the car had come to mean for him until he didn’t get to see it anymore. He ran his hand across the smooth black paint, remembering how he and Dean practically grew up on her back seat while John drove them around the country.
Dean opened the back door with the familiar creak of hinges, shooting Sam an amused look and the two of them crawled inside.
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“Oh fuck, Dean.” Sam’s hips rocked furiously on his brother’s lap, his fingers tight on the leather of the back of the seat on either side of Dean’s shoulders.
Dean pressed breathless kisses to Sam’s heaving chest, laving his tongue over his nipples as his fingers ghosted over his sweaty sides and back.
Sam’s dick was fully hard and dripping, leaving white smears behind every time the bulbous head smacked against his belly.
“So damn tight,” Dean grunted, shoving his hips up each time Sam rocked backwards. He slid one hand down over the small of Sam’s back to his ass, fingers slipping down the crevice to feel the skin stretched around his dick. “Fucking missed this.”
Sam panted, moving a hand down to fondle and stroke himself. The top of his head brushed the roof of the car, making his hair staticky and messy. He bent his neck slightly, ignoring the sting that told him it would hurt like a bitch later.
The windows were foggy from the heat of their breath and bodies, and the car rocked slightly as their thrusts become desperate and rough.
Dean’s breath started to hitch, a signal he was close to coming and Sam shoved off of him without warning.
Dean immediately whined, trying to grab Sam‘s hips. “What the hell, Sam!”
Refusing to comply with Dean’s attempt to pull him close again, Sam spread himself out on his back with his legs spread. He once more wrapped his fingers around his leaking dick, jacking up and down. He watched through half-lidded eyes as Dean eagerly followed him and got up on his knees.
Sam moaned as Dean shoved into him again, immediately thrusting in and out with the slick sound of the lube they’d used. The tube lay forgotten on the floor behind the driver’s part of the bench seat.
Dean grabbed underneath Sam’s knees, spreading his brother’s legs wider as he fucked in and out of his slick body. Dean’s hips smacked against the backs of Sam’s thighs and underneath his ass, his dark eyes watching intently as the puckered entrance stretched to accommodate his girth.
Sam threw his head back against the seat, his hand speeding up to a blur as Dean’s dick brushed against his prostate. He threw his other up behind him, fingers brushing against the foggy window as his thighs trembled.
The condensation was cold against Sam’s heated skin and he brought his hand up, wrapping his wet fingers against the warm metal of Dean’s pendant. Sam used the necklace to pull Dean down almost as if it were a leash. At any other time, the thought might have made him laugh but at that moment, it was just all the more hot.
Dean leaned down willingly, trading in his long, speedy thrusts for short, lazy ones as his mouth connected with Sam’s. His hands slid underneath Sam’s shoulders, pulling him closer as Sam released his aching dick to wrap both arms around Dean’s neck.
For a moment, it was as if there had not been five years of loneliness stuck between them.
Sam came first, hot and sticky against both of their stomachs. Dean followed not a moment after, moaning Sam’s name against his swollen lips as he released deeply inside of him.
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Sam closed his eyes and breathed through his nose, taking in the scent of the leather, sweat and sex, and gun oil. He and Dean were wedged together, Sam laying between his brother and the back of the seat. Dean was absently tracing patterns over Sam’s naked hip with the tips of his fingers.
Sam wasn’t worried about Dean coming inside of him. He knew that he should be, but at the moment he was too content to be with his brother that nothing else seemed to really matter right then.
“Dean?” he ventured, raising his head from where it’d been tucked under the older brunet’s chin.
“Yeah?”
“I want you to stop by Bobby’s house this afternoon.”
Dean sighed. “Sam..”
“Please. You don’t have to stay if you don’t want to.. I couldn’t force you to anyway. But there’s something that you’ve got to see.”
There was silence and just when Sam was starting to think he’d have to beg, Dean pressed a chaste kiss to his lips.
“Okay,” he older brunet conceded warily. “I’ll come by.”
Chapter 4