Wrapped in Honey 13/?
Chapter 13
Sam knew Dean suffered from nightmares. He didn't know what exactly had happened to the other man but by now he knew when the bad dreams were most likely to hit.
The worst one so far had occurred after Dean had told him about the toy car he'd built as a kid. And how his dad had not approved.
But there were other occasions. Dean was more likely to have nightmares after they had sex, even if he insisted that the sex with Sam was awesome, or when he was under stress, the panic attack when Sam had been late came to mind.
However, if it wasn't for their sex sessions Dean slept in his own room and Sam only caught on to the really bad ones so he had no idea how often Dean actually suffered from them.
To say that Dean had a stressful day today would be an understatement and if he was honest, Sam had handled the situation quite poorly. Leaving Dean alone had been a bad idea but at that point he didn't have another choice. If he'd stayed he would have fed on Dean and in his mental condition that would have done more damage than leaving. For both of them.
Sam was just grateful that Dean still trusted him enough to sleep in his bed, although Sam wasn't entirely sure if he did it out of a feeling of obligation or not.
Dean cried himself to sleep, clinging to Sam, while Sam drew firm circles on his back and hushed him with soft words.
It hardly came as a surprise when at some point during the night Dean became restless. It was the reason Sam had offered his bed in the first place.
Sam woke from the light slumber he'd drifted off to when Dean started to mumble in his sleep. He couldn't make out words, if this even were words and not just guttural noises of discomfort.
"Shh." He drew Dean closer in, holding him tight. "You're safe. It's okay."
Sam started with the gentle circles on Dean's back again and combined with his low voice it helped to calm him down. At least for a while.
The nightmares were never far and each time they became more intense and it took Sam longer to calm Dean down.
Around five in the morning Dean started to move again while he whimpered in his sleep and now some of the words became audible, no and stop and don't and please.
Sam still didn't know what had happened to Dean but this was enough to draw an ugly picture.
As if you're any better, he thought bitterly but forced himself to focus on the trembling man in his arms.
"No!" Dean screamed and broke Sam's hold on him with a fist to Sam's face.
"Dammit." Sam muttered, for being asleep Dean threw quite a punch. Rubbing his jaw he gave Dean some room, he wasn't keen on tasting that fist again.
"Dean." Gently he tried to wake him, by now Dean had worked himself into a fight with an invisible enemy and Sam feared that Dean would hurt himself or fall out of bed with his tossing and turning.
"Dean, wake up." Louder now but Dean didn't react.
"No, don't!" Dean yelled, shielding his head with his arms. "Please."
"Dean!" Sam was yelling now too but Dean didn't wake up.
Sam grabbed his shoulder to shake him awake but that didn't end well. Dean screamed like he'd been hit and aimlessly tried to get away.
Sam didn't want to slap Dean, that was the last thing Dean needed right now, so he did the only other thing he could think of. Ignoring Dean's fighting Sam threw one arm over him, pinning his arms to his sides and with the other one on Dean's forehead he held his head still. Then he brought their lips together.
It wasn't kissing on Dean's part, God only knew what his nightmare mind made out of this, but Sam forced his way in and dosed him up with his saliva.
It took only a few seconds to take effect.
The screaming stopped and Dean finally relaxed in his hold.
"See?" He stroke the sweaty hair out of Dean's face. "That's better."
Dean still didn't wake up but judging by the noises coming from him now, his dream had become way more pleasant. He actually snuggled closer to Sam, his erect cock now a firm line against Sam's hip.
Sam lay perfectly still, he didn't want to take advantage of Dean, not now, not like this, but he couldn't help it and soaked up the waves of pleasure coming from the other man.
Earlier with that stranger he'd met at the club Sam had fed. However, everything coming from Dean tasted so much better. They would have to do the real thing soon and Sam was looking forward to it with mixed feelings. He feared how Dean would react to that, to him.
The butchered vibrator came to mind. The rational part of his mind tried to convince him that Dean had just needed the part inside but he couldn't shake off the uneasy feeling when he thought about what Dean had done to something that symbolized his penis.
For now Sam tried to let go of the unsettling thoughts and to focus on Dean who lay pressed against him, unconsciously seeking some friction, while Sam's own cock tented his underwear. Sam didn't touch Dean and he didn't touch himself. Neither of them got off that night and when they woke up in the morning neither of them was well rested.
"Morning." Sam murmured when Dean blinked his eyes open, lying with his head on Sam's arm. Said arm had gone numb hours ago but Sam didn't have the heart to push Dean away.
Now, finally awake, Dean realized how tangled up they lay together and rolled to his back to bring some distance between them.
"How do you feel?" Sam asked when Dean just stared up at the ceiling. With pins and needles the blood rushed back into his arm but he ignored the feeling for now.
"Good." Came Dean's hoarse answer.
Sam glanced at the alarm clock on the nightstand and sighed. He was already late for work.
He should get out of bed but he didn't want to leave Dean too abruptly, he didn't want him to get the wrong impression, and the thought of leaving Dean over the day caused an uneasy feeling in his stomach.
"You know what." Decision made he propped himself up on one elbow and reached for his phone he'd left on the nightstand. Stupid, he should have locked it away over night.
"I'm calling in sick. We have some things to sort out."
Out of the corner of his eye Sam saw Dean swallowing thickly but he didn't say anything.
"Morning, Ellen." Sam said when she picked up. "Sorry to bother you this early but I think you jinxed me with that stomach bug line yesterday. Believe me, you don't want me in the office today."
This was the first time he'd ever called in sick and Ellen believed his lie without batting an eye.
She told him to stay in bed, to drink a lot and that he shouldn't dare to show his face before Monday. Thanking her he ended the call.
"So, you're going to stay home today." Dean said in a low voice without looking at him and in a tone Sam couldn't quite place. Wary, maybe even fearful. For sure not a tone he wanted to hear from Dean.
Sam put the phone back and turned towards Dean.
"How about we both take a shower and then meet downstairs for breakfast?" He suggested. "We need to talk."
Dean nodded to that and then rolled out of bed. He was out of the room a second later and Sam pretended that it didn't hurt that he was so eager to get away from him.
However, with the failed attempt to escape yesterday and a night full of nightmares, it wasn't unexpected. It still hurt, though.
"What a mess." Sam sighed and flopped back into his pillow, arm thrown over is eyes. Then he forced himself out of bed, he wanted to at least have coffee ready before Dean came downstairs. Not that he expected him to hurry, quite the opposite.
Sam had more than enough time for a quick shower and to make the coffee and when Dean still wasn't there he went to get the shopping bag out of the car. It seemed an eternity ago when he'd been browsing the toy store to get the perfect car for Dean.
When Dean finally made his way downstairs Sam had the coffee ready and the bag on the counter. He still wanted to give Dean the car and maybe the gesture would help Dean to understand that nothing had changed. Sam wasn't mad or angry.
Dean kept his gaze downcast but accepted the steaming mug with a mumbled "Thanks".
They fell into an awkward silence, Sam had no idea how to address the things he wanted to say.
"I'm sorry." Dean broke the silence, eyes still fixed on his coffee.
For a second Sam closed his eyes while he took a deep breath.
"I didn't have the chance to give you this yesterday." Instead of telling Dean, again, that there was nothing to be sorry for, Sam reached for the bag. "Thought you could leave the plastic body and built something from scratch."
With a spark of curiosity in his eyes Dean took the box out of the bag.
"Thanks." Dean's voice was thick with emotion. "But that has lost its point now, hasn't it?"
"What do you mean?"
"Unless you want to haul the workbench and the welding equipment up here …" His voice drifted off.
"Dean." Sam took the box out of his trembling fingers and took Dean's hand in his. "You're getting the basement back, I promise. I just have to figure out a way …" Now it was his turn to leave a sentence unfinished but he had no idea how to put his intentions in words. He wanted Dean to work down there but he couldn't risk something like yesterday happen again.
"Why?" Dean looked up at him and Sam saw something like hope in his eyes.
"Nothing has changed, Dean." Sam searched for words. "What you did yesterday … you had to try, I get that. There is nothing wrong with that."
He paused.
"I know this is fucked up, believe me, I know." Sam let out another sigh. Dean's hand was still in his but now Dean's thumb painted little circles on the back of his hand as if it was Sam who needed reassurance. "But I want you to be happy, as happy as you can be in this situation, and for sure I don't want you to be afraid of me."
"I'm not." Dean said and it didn't sound that much of a lie as it would have had only hours ago, Sam was sure of that. Because of that fragile trust he read in Dean's eyes Sam chose his next words very carefully.
"You don't know much about our community here." Sam said, a watchful eye on Dean. Instantly he felt him tense but Sam held on to his hand, keeping the contact.
"Yeah?"
"You remember Benny?" Sam asked.
"Your vampire friend?" Of course that was what Dean remembered about the man, the vampire part, not that he was the backup plan in case something happened to Sam.
"I'd like to call him." Sam said. "Ask him if he could come over after work."
Chapter 14
Masterpost