Wrapped in Honey 18/?
Chapter 18
The idea had popped into Dean's mind almost immediately. Okay, after he was over the shock that apparently Sam thought his little car was worth something. But then the idea was there. He just needed a few hours to gather the courage to actually name his price.
"Coffee and pie." He said and when Sam just repeated the words with a confused expression, Dean clarified his request: "In a coffee shop."
"Dean." Sam slumped in to himself with sigh of sorrow. "You know that I can't do that."
"Hear me out." Dean begged. Over the last few hours he'd thought this through and he was certain that Sam would at least consider this once he'd listened to the details.
"An hour, that's all I want." Dean explained and Sam listened, that was all he could ask for. "You'll be at my side all the time and c'mon, you probably know a coffee shop owned by someone from your community. We have our coffee and come straight back afterwards. You can lock me in my room until you've set up the spell again. No tricks, I won't try something, I promise. Hell, you can search me beforehand for hidden messages. Please, man." Towards the end his voice got a desperate edge but at this point he just wanted to get out. If it was only for an hour.
Sam didn't say a word for a long moment, he just studied Dean with an unreadable expression.
"Let me think about it, okay?" Sam asked, almost hesitantly.
"Sure." Dean replied easily but inwardly he wanted to cheer. Sam hadn't rejected the idea on the spot which would almost certainly lead to a yes.
He didn't bring up the idea the rest of the evening and on the surface they just enjoyed some stupid TV before they turned in. But Dean practically felt Sam thinking, felt the occasional glances in his direction. After his attempt to escape he couldn't blame Sam for doubting him but he meant it. He just wanted to get out for a moment. No hidden agenda here. He just hoped Sam believed him.
In bed they lay side by side without touching and for a long time without sleeping. By the time Dean finally drifted off to sleep he was pretty sure that Sam was still wide awake with the wheels turning in his head.
"Okay." Sam said out of the blue when they sat together over breakfast the next morning.
"Really?" Dean didn't need to ask what he was talking about.
"Under a few conditions." Sam raised his hand to dampen Dean's enthusiasm.
"Of course." Dean nodded to that, he hadn't expected that Sam would just open the doors and let him out.
"Don't get me wrong here." Sam back-pedaled. "I trust you, I do, but I've to make sure …" He didn't finish the sentence, unable to look Dean in the eye for the last part.
"Whatever you think is necessary."
"You're too creative for your own good." Sam smiled at him. "So I want to search you first. Naked."
"Full body cavity search?" Dean raised an amused eyebrow and tried very hard to not think about the Food Market. "Kinky."
Sam just rolled his eyes at him. "And I pick out your clothes. While we're out you don't talk to anybody, you don't leave my side. No bathroom breaks. We have a deal?"
"We have a deal." They shook hands and Dean felt like he'd just won the lottery. "When?"
"How about Saturday?"
"Awesome."
The night to Saturday Dean hardly slept and he was up early with the feeling of pleasant anticipation he guessed was connected to Christmas mornings.
Sam was still sleeping so Dean slipped out of bed quietly and padded over to his own room for a shower and with the upcoming thorough search in mind, and in not exactly a good way, he made it an equally thorough shower. Then he went downstairs to set up some coffee. Not that he needed it, he was hyperactive already and he would get some later anyway but he needed something to do.
Too nervous to eat or to enjoy his coffee Dean just made sure that there was enough left for Sam while he debated if he should wake the other man or not. They hadn't set a time for their trip, a fact Dean regretted now, but he was pretty sure five in the morning wasn't what Sam had in mind.
By the time Sam finally came downstairs Dean had found out that early morning TV sucked even more than daytime TV, that they needed new magazines and that the sunrise over industrial buildings could be breathtaking.
"Wish I had a camera." Dean muttered at the sight of the latter.
"I could get you one." Sam offered who'd come up behind Dean without him noticing. "Didn't know you're into photography."
"I'm not." Dean admitted. "But seeing this I wish I was." He gestured at the bank of windows which gave an excellent view on the rising sun.
"Couldn't sleep?" Sam asked knowingly and poured himself a coffee.
Dean didn't answer that one.
"We still have some time." Leaning against the counter Sam stirred his coffee and then licked the spoon clean before he laid it aside. Dean tried to not stare at his tongue darting out.
"I'd rather come in after the morning rush." Sam continued, he probably hadn't noticed Dean's staring. Or so Dean hoped.
Then Sam bent just a little more than necessary to get the milk out of the fridge. Okay, he probably had noticed. And if not, he for sure did now because Dean's interest sparked at the sight of his firm butt in the well fitting jeans and that was something Sam always noticed. He could smell it or something, freaking incubus.
"Like what you see?" Sam grinned at him over his shoulder and made no attempt to conceal his rear end. Quite the opposite.
Dean licked his lips. They had some time to kill. And Sam wanted to search him, every part of him, thoroughly. Why not turn this from something humiliating, and no he wasn't thinking about his arrival at the Food Market, just no, into something more pleasurable?
Picking up on Dean's mood, Sam sauntered over with a lascivious smile on his lips.
"You want me to search you now?" Sam asked, his voice already a little husky. Damn, he got sexed up fast. Not that Dean was complaining. He swallowed to get some moisture back in his suddenly too dry mouth.
"Go ahead." Dean spread his arms in an inviting gesture and hoped that Sam would take the little tremble in his voice for arousal.
Sam helped him out of his clothes, he hadn't bothered with more than sweatpants and a T-shirt anyway.
Sam's fingers ghosted over his naked chest, leaving goosebumps on their way to his shoulder and back while Sam stepped around him. Dean screwed his eyes shut and focused on breathing. This was worse than his first day with Sam.
Dean could almost feel the cold tiles under his feet, smell the disinfectant. He remembered the clinical touch of the man examining him in front of all the others. Like a piece of cattle.
"Dean?" Sam asked but his voice was almost lost in the rushing of his own blood in his ears. Dean tried to stand still, all thoughts of sex forgotten he just wanted this to be over as soon as possible.
"Dean?" In front of him now, which was better. Slightly.
When Sam touched him at the shoulder, Dean stumbled away from him. He couldn't take it anymore.
"You know what?" He said louder than he'd intended. "Screw this." With shaking hands he gathered his clothes. "Just take the car and let's forget about this. Okay?"
He stumbled his way up the stairs but made it to his room before he lost his last shred of self-control.
Dry sobs clogging his throat he fell to his knees.
"Dean?" Of course, Sam had followed him. "Can I come in?"
The question was kinda ridiculous because Dean had forgotten to close the door behind himself and now Sam had a pretty good view on Dean's butt naked ass.
Dean must have made a confirming sound because Sam knelt next to him a second later. After he'd taken a moment to get the comforter from the bed and draped it over Dean.
Feeling absurdly relieved by that gesture - Sam had seen him naked how many times now? - Dean drew it closer around himself.
"I'm sorry." Sam broke the moment of silence. "I didn't mean to …"
Dean nodded to that, not quite trusting his voice just yet. He knew Sam didn't mean to upset him.
"You should have told me how uncomfortable I made you."
Dean even managed a smile to that, Sam was so utterly clueless but he tried. He tried so hard and that made it so much harder for Dean to make up his mind how to feel towards him.
"It was one of your conditions." Dean tried his voice and it didn't come out as distressed as he'd feared.
"Dean, I'm not a stone-cold monster." Sam let out a sigh and shifted to sit more comfortable on the floor. Not easy with his freakish long legs, Dean noticed with a hint of amusement. "You can talk to me. The last thing I want to do is to trigger you."
"I know." Dean sighed and leaned more comfortably against the bed frame.
"You want to tell me about what happened?" Sam asked, not pushing, just letting Dean know that he would listen if Dean wanted to talk.
"You know how they get their humans for the Food Market?" Dean stretched out his legs, this was something he could talk about.
"I try to not think too closely about that." Sam admitted.
"They tranq people walking down the street." Dean explained. "Next thing you know is waking up in a truck like a piece of cattle. When they let you out they give you a nice little demonstration of what happens if you don't cooperate. You take that one to the heart." Dean snorted at that with a side glance at Sam to see if he got what he was referring to.
"Before they put you in those cells like a steak on display they have to make sure that you're fit and healthy." His voice betrayed him here and he wasn't able to look at Sam.
Sam didn't say a word but put a hand on his shoulder, hesitantly at first but more confidently when Dean leaned into the touch.
"I didn't know." Sam finally said.
"I thought I could stand it." Dean admitted. "Tried it your way but sex didn't work out for me here."
Now Sam chuckled in a low tone. "Maybe you've to be an incubus for that to work."
"I should put on some clothes now." Dean decided, wearing only the comforter made him feel too vulnerable for his liking.
"I'll get you the things I have picked out for today."
"Hmm?" Dean raised an eyebrow at him while Sam struggled to get his legs under himself to get off the floor.
"I think we can skip the search but I'll feel better if you wear things I've searched beforehand."
"You mean?"
"I could go with some pie now." Sam answered already at the door to get him his clothes. "If you're up for it. I can give you a rain check on this."
"Why are you doing this?" Dean just had to ask. Why did Sam put up with all his crap?
"You deserve it."
Seconds later Sam was back with a bundle of clothes and Dean hurried to get dressed under his watchful eyes. With every piece of clothing Dean felt more like himself and in the end he could almost laugh at his little freak out.
"Let's go and get some pie." Sam led the way. "I know where they make the best pie in the city."
Chapter 19
Masterpost