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Cause To Rejoice
Title: Cause To Rejoice
Fandom/Characters: SPN, Dean/Sam
Rating/Warning: NC-17, chubby, aphrodisiac and lots of chocolate.
Disclaimer: Everything is totally invented and I do not know or own any of the characters from Supernatural or the actors. I have not written it for earn any money.
Challenge: written first for chubwinchestersSummer bingo 2012, Table post
Prompt: Melted Chocolate
Word Count: 1737
Beta: amor_remanet& faithwithers
Author's Notes: This is set in my fat!dean verse, Masterpost here. The story take place sometime after they settle down and the story Reason To Celebrate.
I will neither stand to defence if this give you an unhealthy urge for the brown, cacao, sugar candy that has a capacity to melt in the mouth. J
Summary: For once Dean decided to surprise Sam.
Dean drummed his fingers on the kitchen bench. The phone kept on ringing. He started to getting annoyed that his brother wasn't picking up. He really needed to get hold of Sam before he could leave his work at the library. It wasn't that often that Dean surprise them by trying to make something, but today, he'd gotten a craving. For once, he'd started preparing dinner and a sweet dessert. Everything had looked promising, but halfway through making the dinner, he noticed he didn't have enough of some of the ingredients. Probably because so many of them had found their way into his mouth.
He hung up, looked over at the clock on the microwave. It was 3:30, so he shouldn't have had any problems getting a hold of his brother. Sam finished work at four. Dean went to the refrigerator and went through it again in the hope that he had missed a piece of chocolate. He didn't see any.
Closing the door, he dialed again and still failed to get through to Sam. Dean felt so useless when he couldn't do things, and if he would go to the store it would probably take longer than if Sam could do it. Why could the little bitch pick up? Now! He didn't want his surprise to fail because he had no character when it came to food and sweets. At this time, there shouldn't have been that many people at the library, unless there was a booked group and Sam hadn't mentioned anything about that.
'Please, please, please pick up.' Dean had lost count of how many times he'd dialed and how many rings he'd heard. When Sam still didn't pick up, Dean took a lemon biscuit from the cupboard. After eating it, he called again.
One, two, three… nine, ten.
"Sl… City Library, Sam speaking." Dean could hear his strained breathing.
"Finally. Hey Sam."
"Hi, Dean. Was that you calling me before?" Sam's breathing seemed to slowly get back to a more normal level.
"Yeah. I need you to swing by the store on your way home and pick up a few things for me. I'm missing a few ingredients for this dinner I'm making."
"Oh? And is there some reason you couldn't go get them yourself?"
"Oh, come on, Sammy. You've got the car. Wouldn't it be easier for you to do it instead of making me walk all that way?"
"Of course. So, what do you need?"
"You got a pen ready?" Dean asked, even though he know that Sam would probably have one, and he started slowly listing the ingredients; "One thing of cream cheese, a box of cream, three Hershey bars, one bag of marshmallows, one pineapple, a bag of pea's and a bag of those delicious potatoes gratin we had last Friday."
"What the Hell are you making? And you didn't tell me how much cream you wanted."
"It's a surprise," Dean said, and paused to think Sam's second question over. "Get the biggest one. You know it'll get eaten around here. Did you get all that?"
Sam read off his list, and he hadn't missed anything. "Is that all? You want me to pick up anything else while I'm there?"
"You can buy some soda, beer and a bottle of strawberry liquor, if you can carry it."
"I'll see what I can do. I have to wrap up here, so I'll see you later."
"Thanks. Bye." Dean hung up, took a new lemon cookie and checked the meat he had in the oven. It looked appetizing.
Since Sam wouldn't be home for awhile, Dean took a few more cookies with him into the living room and sat down.
Waiting gave Dean time to think, and it was not only a craving that made him to decide to make a dinner in the middle of the week. Now that they lived in their house for half a year, and Sam had been working for four months. Things were better and Dean felt good about them having a steady income. He didn't miss the hunting overall. Slowly, though, he'd come to feel restless, and he'd mostly taken the edge off it by eating. It was something he would never tire of and he didn't want to stop, which showed. He'd been big when they'd found their place, and now he was a lot bigger. How many pounds he'd gained, he had no idea, as he hadn't weighed himself to keep track.
First, he hadn't cared that much. He'd told himself that his increasing appetite was just a side-effect of finally getting a break from he and Sam's former lifestyle. Even if Dean hadn't known anything else, the constant moving, traveling, and hunting had taken their toll, to say nothing of losing most of the people he'd managed to consider friends. When Dean really came to terms with his gaining, he actually kind of liked it, and he'd mostly let it go. With Sam liking him big, he saw no reason to try to change when he could just be happy.
He felt a little bad, though: No hunting meant no hustling pool, and Dean didn't know anything else to help bring money in. So, after they settled down, he'd worked on getting better with the computer and sent out messages that he could help the hunters who still in the game. This had led to positive results. Earlier today, he'd finally heard back on an application he'd sent in two weeks ago, with a reply that he got the assignment.
He came to think, maybe he should have asked Sam to buy some more eggs and sugar, so he could make some cupcakes. They were definitely his weakness these days, especially with rich butter cream frosting on top. He let them stay as a thought, but didn't call Sam again. If Dean still wanted cupcakes later, he could go get the ingredients himself.
An hour later Dean could hear the Impala come to a stop outside. Dean got up and went to help Sam, and then he felt the need to continue with his cooking. He'd taken the steak out of the oven and prepared everything else as much as he could. He closed the kitchen door, and told Sam to just relax until he was ready to serve the dinner.
"So, why this feast in the middle of the week?" Sam asked when he sat down to the spread at the table.
"Does there need to be a reason?"
"No, but you're usually not the one who cooks."
"Well, I'm not as good at it as you are, and I can't make any promises. Might not be delicious. I do have something to tell you, though, so… please, dig in."
They both enjoyed the food in silence, Dean with a larger portion than Sam.
"You're not that bad." Sam said, after a while. "So what's on your mind?"
"Well, I felt little bad about how you're the only one making money. So, I went looking for something I can do from here, and today, I got an assignment. It won't pay that much, but it's still something. Then, I thought… we've lived here for half a year, so… why not celebrate?"
"That's great. I've been a little concerned about you not having anything to do, especially since you've refused to look at mechanic jobs or fix cars. That you're good at."
"Ha, ha. Yeah, well, you haven't seen me trying to fit under a car lately… have you totally missed that I'm not that slim anymore."
"What? You not lithe, it's hard to notice… in bed." Sam smiled. "I didn't think a thing like that would stop you."
They bantered for a time, but Dean could see and hear Sam was happy for him. When they'd eaten the main course, Dean took their empty plates and dishes to the sink, and then he put their fondue pot on the table, filled with the melted chocolate. He also set down a plate with cut up pineapple, strawberries, apples, marshmallows and bananas.
Sam examined them, "I think we should take this to the sofa, or why not the bed."
Dean had thought about it, but had been uncertain if Sam would have been up to anything else. Now he agreed to move it into the living room and set up the fondue there. They sat beside each other so things could be much more intimate. Both loved the chocolate. Sam dipped more than Dean, but at least half of his food went into Dean's mouth. Soon enough, Sam had his long legs draped over Dean's knees. With the hand that wasn't feeding Dean, he stroked his brother's stomach. Sam let his fingers push Dean's t-shirt up, so he could reach for his breast, then stopped just long enough to get Dean out of his shirt.
With Dean's top bare, Sam took a spoonful of chocolate and let it flow over Dean's skin. Then, he licked it up. Not only did Dean moan at this, but Sam could feel Dean's hardness through their jeans.
Not long after, Dean had undressed Sam and himself. Dean could not think of any better celebration than this, any better reward than the one he was given. He loved the chocolate and Sam.
Sam paused, giving Dean another strawberry dripped in the heavenly melted chocolate. Dean could see Sam's question on his face, whether or not they would continue this in the bedroom. Without him needing to say it aloud, Dean shook his head. He was good as it was. Actually, more than good.
"When you don't want to leave, you have to change position." Sam confirmed that he had understood.
Dean turned so he could put his legs along the sofa and leaned on the armrest. He was rewarded with some dipped marshmallows. Sam did a new round with the spoon, drizziling it over Dean's exposed stomach. Sam wasn't quick enough at licking the chocolate, so some ran down to Dean's hard manhood. Dean didn't try to move too much, for fear that it would stain the sofa.
When Dean was cleaned and wet, Sam placed himself above him, kissing him. By some miracle, he conjured a tube of lube for Dean to start preparing his brother.
They made love until both were totally spent and hadn't enough energy to move from the sofa, and fell asleep.
~*~*~ The End ~*~*~