Wrapped in Honey 26/49
Chapter 26
It never failed to amaze Dean what Sam let him do to him when it came to sex. Dean had just made him come over a fucking boot, in this case quite literally, and he even licked his own come from Dean's dirty work boot.
"Before you say anything, it's cool." Sam stood up, wiped the tears and the come from his face and tucked himself back in. "In case you haven't noticed, I got off on it."
Dean bit back the words on the tip of his tongue and grinned sheepishly. Sam knew him too well.
But Dean had a hard time wrapping his mind around the fact that Sam not only was okay with him taking the lead, no, he eagerly obeyed to Dean's more commanding side. At least in bed. That was something Dean had never experienced before. The partners he had before had been quite vanilla and he'd never been comfortable enough to express is desire to play a little more rough in bed. In the rare case something like this had come up it had always been his partner who wanted to play the dominant part and that wasn't Dean's thing. He'd been the obedient worthless shit all his life.
Dean stopped his train of thoughts at that. It was true but he'd never really admitted it, not even to himself. But with Sam it was different. Technically he was just something Sam had bought to feed on but even in the beginning their relationship hadn't been like that. Not really.
And while Dean liked the power he had over Sam in bed, he never thought of him as worthless shit. He had made him lick his boots but all he'd felt at that sight was astonishment and pride that Sam was willing to do this for him.
"Couch?" Sam asked and yawned. "We could watch some TV."
Dean knew Sam would fall asleep in a minute here. And Dean would follow him right away. The hangover still lingered and now he felt tired from Sam feeding on him on top of that. Whatever they would settle on watching on TV neither of them would make it to the next commercial break, he was sure of that.
"I know this sounds weird." Dean snuggled deeper into the corner of the couch and stretched is legs until his feet lay in Sam's lap. "But I think you're the best thing that ever happened to me."
For a long moment Sam stared at him as if he didn't quite believed his ears.
"If this is the best that ever happened to you." He finally said while he tried to cover his blush by rubbing his chin. "I don't want to know how crappy your life has been before this."
"I don't want you to know either." Dean turned his head towards the TV and was grateful when Sam got the hint and dropped the topic.
The fact that John would get free soon was a constant thing in the back of Dean's mind but he had warned Bobby so John wouldn't catch his friend unprepared and Dean was safely locked away in his golden cage and was with that out of John's reach.
Instead of brooding over things he couldn't change, Dean threw himself back into work. The first cars were ready for delivery, with his signature on the rear and a business card tucked into the package. By now the website was online as well and Dean never grew tired of looking at it.
Susan had added pictures of the finished cars but those were only examples, every car was unique.
What surprised Dean the most was that orders came in. Just two for now but the site had been online for less than a week.
"I need more material." Dean said one Friday evening over dinner. "I can finish the old orders with what I have at hand but for the new ones I need more."
Sam had said he would go with him to scrap yards but now Dean wasn't sure if he'd keep his word.
"We could go out tomorrow." Sam answered easily around a mouth full of salad.
"Really?" Dean hadn't expected to go right away and had already mentally calculated for how long he could stretch what he had. If he really had to he could build the two new cars with what he had in the basement.
"Of course." Sam shrugged but Dean caught the little amused smile. He knew he reacted like an overgrown puppy every time Sam agreed to his suggestions but he wasn't used to this. Bobby had been the only other person who would do something for him without a second thought but even with him it had never been something he counted on. So yeah, Dean was surprised every time Sam granted him something.
The next day they went out. This was only the second time Dean had left the building and he felt like he was about to visit Disneyland and not some old scrap yards.
Sam had three on his list they could hit and Dean was pretty sure that at least the first one was run by somebody from the community. Sam hadn't said anything about that but he would be stupid if he let Dean out without as much security as he could master. Not that Dean intended to do something. Technically he was still a prisoner, the fact that Sam had to break the spell before he could leave brought that little fact back to mind more vivid than ever, but oddly enough by now he was content with that.
Sam was giving him more and more freedom so Dean didn't want to screw that up. Instead he planned on stretching his boundaries one bit at a time and who knew maybe they could skip that stupid spell one day all together. He knew that wasn't exactly a healthy mindset and he probably should google Stockholm Syndrome just for the hell of it but as long as he was aware of how fucked up this was, it wasn't that bad, right?
However, the man running the first scrap yard could not possibly be human. No way. If he ever went out of business with the yard he could ask the Addams Family if they needed a new butler.
What the man was Dean had no clue, however, he figured it wouldn't be polite to just ask so he kept his mouth shut.
Dean was more interested in the scrap anyway. And creepy or not, that man had quite some stuff to sell.
"This is awesome." Dean made a full circle on his heel to take in his surroundings. Sam caught up with him, he'd exchanged a few words with the owner, and made an inviting gesture.
"All yours, have a look around."
Dean hadn't need to be told twice. Still grinning like an idiot he made his first round around the yard just to get a feeling for what was there before he had a closer look at the things which had already caught his eye. Sam followed him a bit slower and with less enthusiasm but the fact that he'd come here with Dean spoke for itself.
If Dean could just take whatever he wanted he would carry the stuff out of here in truck-loads but for one they had only Sam's car to get the scrap home and second Dean didn't know what Sam was willing to pay for this.
Dean would pay him back as soon as possible but for now it was all on Sam. And if he was honest, Dean had no idea how expensive the scrap was. How did they even sell this? In tons?
They spent the whole day scooping around scrap yards and in the end Sam's trunk was full to the roof and Sam was worried if the axis could hold the weight. Dean reassured him that it would hold but silently he was praying that he was right.
When they left the third yard, run by a middle aged woman Dean was pretty sure was human, he slipped into the passenger seat and sighted when he stretched his legs. He couldn't remember when he'd walked any length of time outside. Not since he got captured by the werewolves but he shoved that thought back into the depth of his mind, the day was too good for dark thoughts like that.
By now Sam must be equally exhausted as well but that couldn't wipe that stupid grin off his face.
"You hungry?" Sam asked and started the car.
"I'm starving." Dean admitted. They hadn't thought of food and had only a few energy bars Sam had grabbed at a gas station earlier. While he'd been inside to pay, Dean had stayed in the car. Neither of them had really thought about that at that time, only when Sam slipped back into the car it occurred to them both how easily Dean could have gotten away. For a long moment they just stared at each other, Sam with a coke in his outstretched hand and a bag dangling from the other one.
"Thanks, man." Dean accepted the coke as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened.
Now he wondered what Sam had in mind. The safest thing would be a drive-through but they had been to a diner before. However, by now it was late enough in the day for the dinner rush.
Sam parked in front of a diner and for a moment they just sat in the car, staring into the bright windows. It wasn't packed but there were guests.
"We could just grab something to go." Dean offered when he sensed Sam hesitating. "We don't have to do this."
"That's usually my thing to say." Sam said with a smile. "Same rules as before. What do you think?"
"Deal." Dean nodded to that. The day had been awesome so far and having dinner here and not at home would just make it perfect. They got out of the car and Dean followed Sam inside. When Sam asked for a quiet corner, the waitress seated them in the back. They were closer to the restrooms here, that was probably the reason the table was still empty, but they sat a little aside and that was all that mattered, Dean figured.
The waitress brought the menus and Dean ordered a double bacon cheeseburger with extra onions and fries, much to Sam's amusement.
"What?" Dean raised an eyebrow at him when the waitress left with their orders. "I haven't eaten all day." And he didn't want to think about the tons of scrap metal he'd moved over the last few hours. Tomorrow he'd pay the price with sore muscles but it would be worth it.
While they waited for their food something else caught Dean's attention and he glanced at the door to the restroom.
"Ehm, Sam?" He cleared his throat. The last thing he wanted to happen was that Sam went with him to the toilet, he didn't want to think about what that would look like, but this was rather urgent.
"Hmm?"
"I, ehm, is it okay if I ...?" He jerked his head in the direction of the restrooms. "Is it okay if I go real quick? I'll be right back, promise?"
Sam thought about that for a moment and Dean was sure that he would insist on coming with him but then he nodded.
"Make it quick."
It was stupid how good it felt to go to the restroom all by himself but it didn't keep Dean from humming while he took care of his business. And no, he didn't eye the window and wondered if he could squeeze through that tiny thing.
Where would he go anyway? One phone call from Sam and the police and the whole community would be after him. And if he was honest, he wanted to go home with Sam. Spend the evening on the couch with him and then sleep in the same bed as him.
However, there was an idea forming in his mind. He was still humming happily when he returned to their table.
Chapter 27
Masterpost