Folly, Sam/Dean, NC-17
Folly, Sam/Dean, around 1,300 words, NC-17
Coda to 3x01- "The Magnificent Seven"- Dean's pissed off and pissing Sam off.
After they burn the bodies of the Sins in Lincoln, Dean slams the Impala’s door harder than is strictly necessary. His grip on the steering wheel is tight, knuckles white and unflinching. Dean fumbles the tape trying to get in into the slot, then tosses it aside in frustration. They sit in silence.
From the passenger seat, Sam watches a muscle in his brother’s cheek twitch. It’s not fair- that Dean’s pissed but won’t say anything, that he’s just bottling up all that anger and putting on that stupid façade, that he let that fucking demon put in that clause so Sam can’t even try to save him-
“You just gonna glare out the window the whole way?” Dean asks, voice rough and tight.
“Maybe,” Sam snaps, and goes back to glowering at passing road signs, marking the steep cliffs and sharp turns of the road.
“Fine, be a sulky little bitch,” Dean barks coldly, foot pressing on the gas.
The Impala jerks forward, and Sam braces himself on the dashboard unsteadily. He’s pretty sure when Dean said “bitch”, he wasn’t looking for an affectionate “jerk”.
“Dean, man, don’t take your pissy mood out on me.”
“My pissy mood? What the fuck, dude, you’re the one picking fights.”
Furious, Sam bites down hard on the inside of his mouth, tasting blood. “You’re the one provoking me, sleeping with all those girls, rubbing it in my face that you sold your soul for me, it’s like you’ve been gunning for a fight for days, Dean-“
Dean’s staring straight ahead, jaw clenched, and Sam can’t look at him anymore. Sam grabs the steering wheel and yanks, ignoring the spin of the tires as the Impala skids onto the side of the empty highway. After the car stops, Dean keeps staring ahead for a long moment, then storms out of the car and walks to the edge of the road.
Sam gets out and stands next to his brother, looking down at the long, steep drop.
“Dean-“ he begins, only to be interrupted.
“No, Sam, you listen to me. I’ve got one year to live and I’m gonna do it the best I can. So quit bitching at me. I earned this! I earned the right to rest, Sam, so I’m gonna last this one out and then retire for good. And you can’t stop me.”
Sam’s throat closes up, tight and hot, and he clenches his hands in the pockets of his jeans. Out of the corners of his eyes, he sees Dean’s shoulders slump down and relax before he feels a soft grip on his elbow.
“Sammy-“ Dean says, and Sam knows it means a million things- I’m sorry and I’m just so tired and You know I wouldn’t leave you if there was any other way, but I won’t live without you.
Sam closes his eyes, and wills himself to remember that he’s brought Dean back before. And he will again, and again, and again, and nothing- not even Dean- will stand in his way. When he opens his eyes again, Sam spins and yanks Dean towards him with a hand fisted in the front of his jacket.
Dean, caught off balance, falls into Sam’s chest and his forehead knocks loudly against Sam’s chin. Sam grabs Dean’s wrists to keep him still with one hand, and grips his face with the other, pushing it up and back and to just the right angle for Sam to lean down and bite at his bottom lip, not entirely gently. The road is deserted- not a main highway, and Sam wouldn’t stop even if there were ten buses full of school kids driving by, wide eyes pressed against the windows.
“Down,” says Sam, and pushes Dean onto the Impala’s hood with a hand square to his chest.
“Not a dog, Sammy,” Dean chokes out, but he leans his head back submissively, the smooth line of his neck an apology.
“Shut up,” says Sam, and pushes two fingers into Dean’s panting mouth, feeling tight and wet and hot. Dean closes his eyes, laving Sam’s hand with his tongue, swirling around each joint.
Sam looks down at his brother, halfway back on the dusty black hood, sucking on his fingers, and shudders. Running his other hand through Dean’s blond hair, sweaty from product and the damp heat of the bar, Sam bites the inside of his bottom lip.
Sam pulls his fingers out in a quick motion, cock jerking inside his boxers at the slick pop of Dean’s lips. He grips a handful of hair and pulls Dean’s head back until Dean looks him in the eyes, then leans down to his brother and licked a long, wet stripe up his neck.
“Saw you in our room,” Sam whispered. “Saw you taking it for those girls.”
The whites of Dean’s eyes show as his breathing quickens. “Sam-“ he says in an abortive gasp.
Sam yanks his brother’s head back painfully and leans in closer, letting his nose and lips brush Dean’s neck, inhaling the smell of cheap motel soap. Sam had stuck his head in the motel room, willing to let his brother work out some of his fucking issues with a girl or two- and Dean had been spread out on his back, legs splayed apart, slick silicone cock, shiny with lube, sliding in- the cock attached to the blonde currently gripping his dick, while the other girl rode his face and moaned. It was one thing for Dean to fuck a girl or two- hell, Dean could shove his prick in every girl in the county- but letting someone else fuck her way into him was just Dean spitting in his face.
“Enough talking from you today,” says Sam decisively, and jerks open the button of his jeans, pulling out his cock and giving it two quick pulls.
Pressing at Dean’s jaw until it opens obediently, Sam guides his thick cock into Dean’s wet mouth, rubbing it against the roof of his mouth and hissing in pleasure and pain at the faintest hint of teeth. Dean chokes a little, then relaxes, one strong hand reaching out to grip Sam’s hip and pull him closer. He sneaks two fingers in under the loose waist of Sam’s jeans, stroking the warm skin underneath absently.
Sam pulls out until his cock is resting heavily on Dean’s lower lip, smearing precome over his mouth, then grips Dean’s jaw with one hand. With the other, he runs a trembling thumb over Dean’s nose, cheekbones, and finally into his hair, pulling Dean forward into his cock.
“Your mouth is so,” Sam strangled out, “so sweet, Dean.” He pants heavily as Dean’s tongue traces wet patterns around his cock, one possessive hand clutching at Dean’s shoulder. “I don’t know why you b-bother with chicks,” Sam slurs, “they can’t give you w-what you want-“ Dean makes a valiant attempt to roll his eyes around a mouthful of cock, but gives up and wraps a warm hand around Sam’s balls, letting his thumb stroke the soft indent in the middle, until Sam makes a choked noise and tenses.
Dean holds his brother’s gaze until Sam stops shaking, then let his brother’s cock slide from his mouth. Sam flops down on the Impala’s hood next to him, which is when Dean, grinning and wiping at his mouth, asks, “But did you see that tall one’s tits? Out to here, I swear to God-“ Sam half-heartedly punches him in the shoulder, then rolls over onto his brother and snuggles his face into Dean’s neck.
Dean makes a face, then slides a hand around to the back of Sam’s neck and plays with the soft curls there. Sam will move in a second, really he will, but for now- for a minute- he’s going to stay right here, under a sky just starting to cloud over, with Dean breathing softly next to him-
Coda to 3x01- "The Magnificent Seven"- Dean's pissed off and pissing Sam off.
After they burn the bodies of the Sins in Lincoln, Dean slams the Impala’s door harder than is strictly necessary. His grip on the steering wheel is tight, knuckles white and unflinching. Dean fumbles the tape trying to get in into the slot, then tosses it aside in frustration. They sit in silence.
From the passenger seat, Sam watches a muscle in his brother’s cheek twitch. It’s not fair- that Dean’s pissed but won’t say anything, that he’s just bottling up all that anger and putting on that stupid façade, that he let that fucking demon put in that clause so Sam can’t even try to save him-
“You just gonna glare out the window the whole way?” Dean asks, voice rough and tight.
“Maybe,” Sam snaps, and goes back to glowering at passing road signs, marking the steep cliffs and sharp turns of the road.
“Fine, be a sulky little bitch,” Dean barks coldly, foot pressing on the gas.
The Impala jerks forward, and Sam braces himself on the dashboard unsteadily. He’s pretty sure when Dean said “bitch”, he wasn’t looking for an affectionate “jerk”.
“Dean, man, don’t take your pissy mood out on me.”
“My pissy mood? What the fuck, dude, you’re the one picking fights.”
Furious, Sam bites down hard on the inside of his mouth, tasting blood. “You’re the one provoking me, sleeping with all those girls, rubbing it in my face that you sold your soul for me, it’s like you’ve been gunning for a fight for days, Dean-“
Dean’s staring straight ahead, jaw clenched, and Sam can’t look at him anymore. Sam grabs the steering wheel and yanks, ignoring the spin of the tires as the Impala skids onto the side of the empty highway. After the car stops, Dean keeps staring ahead for a long moment, then storms out of the car and walks to the edge of the road.
Sam gets out and stands next to his brother, looking down at the long, steep drop.
“Dean-“ he begins, only to be interrupted.
“No, Sam, you listen to me. I’ve got one year to live and I’m gonna do it the best I can. So quit bitching at me. I earned this! I earned the right to rest, Sam, so I’m gonna last this one out and then retire for good. And you can’t stop me.”
Sam’s throat closes up, tight and hot, and he clenches his hands in the pockets of his jeans. Out of the corners of his eyes, he sees Dean’s shoulders slump down and relax before he feels a soft grip on his elbow.
“Sammy-“ Dean says, and Sam knows it means a million things- I’m sorry and I’m just so tired and You know I wouldn’t leave you if there was any other way, but I won’t live without you.
Sam closes his eyes, and wills himself to remember that he’s brought Dean back before. And he will again, and again, and again, and nothing- not even Dean- will stand in his way. When he opens his eyes again, Sam spins and yanks Dean towards him with a hand fisted in the front of his jacket.
Dean, caught off balance, falls into Sam’s chest and his forehead knocks loudly against Sam’s chin. Sam grabs Dean’s wrists to keep him still with one hand, and grips his face with the other, pushing it up and back and to just the right angle for Sam to lean down and bite at his bottom lip, not entirely gently. The road is deserted- not a main highway, and Sam wouldn’t stop even if there were ten buses full of school kids driving by, wide eyes pressed against the windows.
“Down,” says Sam, and pushes Dean onto the Impala’s hood with a hand square to his chest.
“Not a dog, Sammy,” Dean chokes out, but he leans his head back submissively, the smooth line of his neck an apology.
“Shut up,” says Sam, and pushes two fingers into Dean’s panting mouth, feeling tight and wet and hot. Dean closes his eyes, laving Sam’s hand with his tongue, swirling around each joint.
Sam looks down at his brother, halfway back on the dusty black hood, sucking on his fingers, and shudders. Running his other hand through Dean’s blond hair, sweaty from product and the damp heat of the bar, Sam bites the inside of his bottom lip.
Sam pulls his fingers out in a quick motion, cock jerking inside his boxers at the slick pop of Dean’s lips. He grips a handful of hair and pulls Dean’s head back until Dean looks him in the eyes, then leans down to his brother and licked a long, wet stripe up his neck.
“Saw you in our room,” Sam whispered. “Saw you taking it for those girls.”
The whites of Dean’s eyes show as his breathing quickens. “Sam-“ he says in an abortive gasp.
Sam yanks his brother’s head back painfully and leans in closer, letting his nose and lips brush Dean’s neck, inhaling the smell of cheap motel soap. Sam had stuck his head in the motel room, willing to let his brother work out some of his fucking issues with a girl or two- and Dean had been spread out on his back, legs splayed apart, slick silicone cock, shiny with lube, sliding in- the cock attached to the blonde currently gripping his dick, while the other girl rode his face and moaned. It was one thing for Dean to fuck a girl or two- hell, Dean could shove his prick in every girl in the county- but letting someone else fuck her way into him was just Dean spitting in his face.
“Enough talking from you today,” says Sam decisively, and jerks open the button of his jeans, pulling out his cock and giving it two quick pulls.
Pressing at Dean’s jaw until it opens obediently, Sam guides his thick cock into Dean’s wet mouth, rubbing it against the roof of his mouth and hissing in pleasure and pain at the faintest hint of teeth. Dean chokes a little, then relaxes, one strong hand reaching out to grip Sam’s hip and pull him closer. He sneaks two fingers in under the loose waist of Sam’s jeans, stroking the warm skin underneath absently.
Sam pulls out until his cock is resting heavily on Dean’s lower lip, smearing precome over his mouth, then grips Dean’s jaw with one hand. With the other, he runs a trembling thumb over Dean’s nose, cheekbones, and finally into his hair, pulling Dean forward into his cock.
“Your mouth is so,” Sam strangled out, “so sweet, Dean.” He pants heavily as Dean’s tongue traces wet patterns around his cock, one possessive hand clutching at Dean’s shoulder. “I don’t know why you b-bother with chicks,” Sam slurs, “they can’t give you w-what you want-“ Dean makes a valiant attempt to roll his eyes around a mouthful of cock, but gives up and wraps a warm hand around Sam’s balls, letting his thumb stroke the soft indent in the middle, until Sam makes a choked noise and tenses.
Dean holds his brother’s gaze until Sam stops shaking, then let his brother’s cock slide from his mouth. Sam flops down on the Impala’s hood next to him, which is when Dean, grinning and wiping at his mouth, asks, “But did you see that tall one’s tits? Out to here, I swear to God-“ Sam half-heartedly punches him in the shoulder, then rolls over onto his brother and snuggles his face into Dean’s neck.
Dean makes a face, then slides a hand around to the back of Sam’s neck and plays with the soft curls there. Sam will move in a second, really he will, but for now- for a minute- he’s going to stay right here, under a sky just starting to cloud over, with Dean breathing softly next to him-