Press my Luck and Try for Three, for xphoenixrising (Dean/sister, Dean/Sam/sister, adult)
Title: Press my Luck and Try for Three
Author: chase_acow
Recipient: xphoenixrising
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Dean/Sister!Alex, Dean/Sister!Alex/Sam
Word count: ~5,250
Summary: They didn't fuck until after Sam left them.
Author's Notes: This fic features incest between three siblings (no m/m slash), slightly rough sex, and pegging.
They didn't fuck until after Sam left them.
Dad left too, spinning his tires into a cloud of dust. He'd barely acknowledged them after his fight with Sam except to tear a page out of his journal with a couple of leads and tell them to keep busy. In only a matter of days, they went from a strong group of four to a lost pair of two.
Dean shouldered on, trying to take all the slack in his own two hands. He did everything bigger, louder, trying to make up for the empty space in the motel room. The words 'Dad' and 'Sam' were left unspoken. They ate Chinese, left the television on all night, and washed colors and whites together without anyone yelling at them. That lasted about five days before the novelty wore off and their conversation dried up.
He wouldn't let on, but Alex could tell when something shifted and Dean started tearing himself up inside just waiting for her to go too.
She didn't know who she wanted to punch harder, Dad or Sam, but since Dean was the only one in reach, she had to swallow her anger and try to muddle through the best she could. The sad truth of their family was that Dean was the best at talking through arguments, mediating between her, Sam, and Dad. Unfortunately, that talent had never worked when he was the one needing something. He'd moved from smothering her with constant attention to giving her a cold shoulder act that even Sammy would be jealous of.
Alex wanted to pull her hair out by the roots. They should have been past all that teenage bullshit, but it looked like Sam's last present to them was to make his angst contagious.
She'd never wanted a repeat of their sophomore year. That December, she had turned fifteen and Dean had turned sixteen in January. She'd finally started filling out the lacy bras she had to hide from Dad, and Dean had realized that the senior boys were taking too much interest in her for his own peace of mind. He'd been her unwanted shadow for the semester, making her trip over him any time she turned around and following her to the restroom even when she threatened retribution on his not so secret stash of porn.
It wasn't until the end of the year when she broke Michael Woodmansee's nose for not understanding that no really did mean no that Dean really understood that she could take care of herself. Not that it really mattered, because between the two of them they usually managed to scare off any guys who were interested in her or that she was interested in. It was a wonder she managed to lose her virginity at all that year, but Dad stopped them in a small college town in Colorado, and as far as she was concerned, manipulating college boys should be an Olympic sport.
The entire experience had been a total let down, though; the guy hadn't even made her come. The story she made up to torment Dean after they'd moved on was much juicier than actual events. He'd glared, and plugged his ears humming Metallica as loud as he could.
Sam had been gone four months, and their rhythm was still faltering. They were in a redneck bar somewhere in northern Oklahoma while Dean pretended to be an anthropology major studying the local Indian tribes. They were actually looking for undead sooners still running the land run. Three families had been slaughtered in the last fifteen years, and if their research proved right, there might be a fourth family in the next week unless they did something. Dean would have been taking it more seriously if he hadn't been trying so hard to prove that he didn't need her.
They'd been wrapped around each other since she'd been born eleven months after him, and only Sam had ever managed to worm a place in beside them. When Dean carried him out of the fire, and clutched her hand dragging her after them, there was no going back. Dean was theirs, hers and Sam's, a partner to her but a mother/brother combo to Sam, and he took his role as their protector very seriously. She'd seen Dad watching them together with a wistful expression, and wondered what he would have been like if he'd had a sibling or two to tease and laugh with.
Dean gave and gave without ever asking for anything in return. He remembered her favorite drink combo from Sonic, knew that she preferred AC/DC to Metallica, and always let her drive when she was PMSing. She gave him half her pie, rubbed his shoulders after hunts, and ignored him when he lingered too long on Oprah. She knew with absolute certainty that no one else would ever love her as much as Dean did.
Something snapped when Alex watched Dean sidle up to that night's bimbo. Something inside her just broke and the tears that she hadn't shed yet were closer to the surface than she could deal with. She was sick and tired of him ignoring and punishing her because Sam had decided to be a little bitch. It was past time to put an end to their passive-aggressive fighting. She quickly slid her ring to her left hand's ring finger and racked her pool cue. The bar wasn't that full; it only took a few second for her to get across the room and onto Dean's lap.
"Honeybear!" she squealed into his ear, completely ignoring Dean's flinch and the woman glaring at her. Alex reached up, making sure that her ring caught the light as she stroked over his cheek and kissed his temple. She smiled when she saw the lipstick lips she left behind. "I put Little Jackie, Bobby Sue, and Rascal down for bed. What do you think about Baby Trixie for the new one's name?"
People thought they were a couple all the time. She had Mom's lighter hair, grown out past the bottom of her shoulder blades and dark eyes. Her nose snubbed at the end and her lips were thin. She was tall for a girl, and only people with a trained eye could see that she and Dean moved alike. It always took a while at new schools for people to believe that they were related.
Alex rubbed her hand down over her stomach and glanced over at the woman staring at them in shock. She curled her arm around Dean's neck and lowered her voice as if confessing a big secret, "Dean here was very set on the four kids in four years plan. He's such a dominant manly man."
The girl shoved angrily away from the table, shooting daggers at Dean over her shoulder while she walked away.
Alex pretended to pout, lifted her eyebrow at Dean, and asked, "What? Was it something I said?"
Dean stood up swiftly; he barely let her get her feel underneath her before he dragged her out the door and down the nearest alley. A thrill raced down her spine and pooled in her belly as he tightened his grip on her wrist hard enough to hurt. She'd always liked it a little rough. He slammed her up against a crumbling old building and followed with his body, holding her in place.
"You want dominant? Well you're going to get it," he growled against her throat, grinding their hips together. His stubble burned over her skin, too rough, too hard, and something out of only her wildest dreams. "You've been a cock-blocking thorn in my side for way too long."
Alex sucked in a breath when she felt his dick hard and heavy against her thigh. It wasn't like she'd never seen or felt it before; she and Dean had shared a bed for years, but it hadn't been anything like this. "Right," she said, stretching her toes down to try to get some traction. This was completely new territory. "And who was it that followed me around our senior prom until both are dates ditched us and we were stuck with each other?"
"He wasn't good enough for you, Alex," Dean answered, sliding his hands down her ribs and across the fly of her jeans. His clever fingers made short work of the button and zipper, yanking down her jeans and underwear before she realized what was going on. "No one is good enough for you."
"Dean?" Alex bit her lip, clasping her hands behind Dean's neck while he bounced her up, wrapping her legs around his waist. She clutched at him in reflex, too used to following his lead to do anything else. She could feel his hands moving between her thighs and guessed he was getting his own jeans open. "Dean, what are you doing?"
"It's pretty obvious, isn't it? I'm going to fuck you blind, until you scream. Until you forget the name of anyone else who's ever been between your legs," Dean muttered, wrapping his arms under her legs and digging his fingers into her ass until he could tilt her hips to meet his groin. He leaned in close to speak, and she could smell the whiskey on his breath, "Something I've wanted to do for a long time."
Alex groaned as she felt Dean's cock rub up between her legs. She could feel the catch of rubber, and closed her eyes, thankful that Dean wasn't too far gone to forget the condom. Dean bit at her throat and she arched into him, aching and wet already. It would be easy to get away if she wanted too, a twist here, a sharp jab there, and Dean would be on his knees in quite a bit of pain.
She wasn't nearly surprised enough to find out she was exactly where she wanted to be.
Dean slammed in the second he had them lined up together, and she choked back a groan. She clenched around him automatically, moving her hips with him as much as she could trapped between him and the wall. She dug her fingernails in the muscles at his back knowing that she was probably going to draw blood.
"Fuck, yeah, little sister," Dean muttered, thrusting his hips and twisting his fingers up and around to play with her. "Knew you'd be slick. I can smell you, fuck, you want it. You're so hot up against the wall, so easy. Easy for me."
It was hard and quick, but even as angry as Dean was - at her maybe, or Sam, or the whole fucking world - he held himself back until she gasped through orgasm and tightened around him. His fingers tangled in her hair as he thrust into her, his breaths were ragged and staggered against her already hot skin. He whined deep in his throat, pushing her harder against the wall.
"Dean, it's okay," she whispered, tracing her fingers across his eyebrow and down past his ear. She rubbed their cheeks together the way they did when they were kids comforting each other on long nights when Dad was overdue. "It's gonna be okay."
His muscles locked and he sighed into her collarbone as he came still buried deep inside her. Dean held her there, both of them trembling. Alex didn't know what to say, what the correct response was when your brother held you up against the wall and fucked both your brains out. She stayed silent, toying with the soft hair at the back of Dean's neck and tried to stop panting.
Dean slipped out of her and set her down gently. He kept his face turned to the side, biting on his lower lip as he pulled her jeans back up around her hips. She reached out to grab him, but he flinched away, walking fast out of the alley as he zipped his own pants back together.
Alex rubbed at her head, trying to relax enough to soothe away the headache she felt building. She was already sore, and even though it was only a couple blocks back to the motel, she knew they weren't going to be pleasant. She had the sneaking suspicion that whatever Dean had waiting for her back at the room wasn't going to be much more fun than her walk of shame.
Dean would blame himself, and yeah, he was the one that jumped her, but she figured that with their lifestyle, siblings having sex together wasn't the weirdest thing that had happened. Sammy was the one that wanted safe and normal; he was the one who tried to connect to people and set down roots. Alex only had Dean and hunting and that was it. She loved them both, and it'd take a lot more than Dean's freak out to make her give up either.
They loved each other and had to keep each other alive. If Dean wanted to add sex into the mix, then she was on board. She'd always compared every man she met to Dean anyway, this way she could just cut to the chase. He was under her skin in every other way, and this just felt like an extension of that.
When she got back to the motel room, Dean was sitting on his bed with his back to the door, tension easy to read in the line of his spine. Beside him, stacked up on the bed was what looked like all the cash they'd managed to stockpile in the last several months. She let the door click shut behind her, walked quietly into the room, and stood beside him.
"You can take it all if you want," he said quietly, his shoulders bowed low. Alex guessed that his hands would be shaking if he didn't have them clutched into bloodless fists on his thighs. "You should take it all. I promise you won't have to see me again. You can just leave a note in the Kansas PO box if you need anything."
A flare of anger surged through her stomach. She closed the short distance between them and slapped him across the back of his head hard enough to sink through his mood. He didn't even react, just cowered a little lower as if he expected to take more blows.
"You're such an idiot," she told him, but quickly kneeled between Dean's legs so she could look up into his face. He might think he was closed off from her, but she could read every deepening line and wrinkle across is forehead and in the corners of his eyes. "I'm not leaving you. Ever. Get that through that thick skull of yours."
"But I…"
His mouth was soft under her fingers, far softer than she ever thought it would be. Sam used guilt, she used her fists, but Dean lived and died by his promises. He'd hurt and soothed both her and Sam by the words he dared let out past his lips. She leaned up and brushed her mouth over his, breathing in his sharp gasp. It wasn't much of a kiss. It was the only kiss that had ever mattered.
Dean turned away from her, moving his head so that her lips dragged over his cheek and she leaned into him again. Alex wrapped her hands around his middle, only noticing when she glanced down at a sudden pain that both her elbows were skinned raw from rubbing against the wall.
"I shouldn't have," Dean started, his voice rumbled up through his chest. He sounded strangled and she could fell the catch when he jerked against her.
This time, she pounced on him, knocking him back on the bed and scattering the crumpled bills over the floor. Alex kissed him until he stopped trying to push her away and pulled her tighter instead. She settled on top of him, enjoying his warmth until he finally met her eyes.
Alex smiled at him, baring teeth, and said, "If you really think you could make me do something I didn't want to do, then you really are dumb as a rock."
"Alexis."
"You know it's only an insult when you call Sam girl names," she nipped at him and wiggled, sliding her knee between his thighs. "Now, you're going to get naked, then you're going to get me naked, and then you're going to kiss every inch of me that you slammed into the wall tonight."
"I'm sorry."
"I'm not."
They didn't stop fucking after Sam came back.
She didn't really want to swing through Palo Alto on their way to Colorado. Dean was still sore from that bitch Constance trying to rip his heart out, and they were both anxious to catch up to Dad. They didn't have time to jump through whatever hoops Sammy decided to throw at them. She didn't have the patience to ask how high when Sam said jump.
"Dad going missing now has to mean something," Dean repeated, getting loud every time he uttered some variation of the phrase. Obviously, he was just hoping to bludgeon her death with his faulty logic until she gave up. "Something's going on and I need to make sure Sammy's okay."
"So, it's your womanly intuition, then?" she asked hoping that she could get him riled enough to call off the family visit. Her anger at Sam hadn't cooled much in the four years of silence since he'd left, and she didn't want to watch him rip Dean's heart to shreds again. Honestly, it was more worry for Dean than Dad that made her want to follow the Impala's single headlight straight to the horizon. "You feeling any hot flashes I should know about?"
Dean scowled hard at her, reaching up unconsciously to palm his hand over the bandage concealing his newest set of scars. "I prefer Spidey-sense," he said, trying to muster up the some dignity. He was still mad that she'd shot out his window and that he'd hadn't had any other choice but to crash his baby through the porch and living room to get rid of the woman in white.
"Oh, don't even," she laughed, taking the first exit that would eventually lead them to Sam's apartment. They'd been there before, a couple of times over the years even if Sam had never seen them. "Sam and I can both kick your ass at comic book trivia."
"Yeah, that's because you're both giant geeks," Dean taunted, reaching over to put his hand high up on the inside of her thigh. He rubbed his fingers against the inseam of her jeans and sighed again, slouching a little in the seat.
Alex reached over to turn the volume of her mixtape a little louder so Dean could go to sleep by Atlanta Rhythm Section. When they got to Sam's block, Dean didn't even say 'I told you so' as she drove slowly through flashing lights and wailing sirens. They found Sam sitting in the back of an ambulance with his hair singed, clothing torn, and soul broken.
He walked in on them about a month later. The shower was running to cover the sounds they couldn't stop, but Alex was backed up against the wall with her thigh raised over Dean's shoulder and his face pushed between her legs. He was licking her out, seeking every trace of himself with long sure strokes that made her whine and curl her toes. The heavy moisture in the air made it hard to breathe, made her hair stick to her neck and forehead.
She watched Sam in the mirror, both of them too stunned to do much more than stare. He turned bright red in an instant, and she watched him swallow, her eyes tracked the bob at his throat. His eyes raked down her body, naked except for a sports bra, and settle at the place where Dean disappeared.
Dean didn't pause for a second, even though she knew he must have felt both the draft and her muscles tense. He had one arm keeping her leg up, his hand splayed across her belly, and he rubbed his other hand over her thigh and in between her legs. He crooked two fingers around her, working her clit between his knuckles while he shoved his tongue up inside her.
Alex lifted up on her toes, clenched her eyes shut and threw her head back as she came for the third time in twenty minutes. "Dean," she gasped, combing her fingers through his short spikes. She heard the door shut quietly as Dean gentled his strokes and rubbed against her thighs.
Sam was leaning against the Impala's trunk when she went out to find him later. The sun was playing peek-a-boo behind long dark stretches of clouds as it sank toward the earth. When she joined him, their faces glowed, washed in red, but when she turned to talk to him, they were back in shadow.
"I hated you for a while after you left," she said, making sure that their elbows were touching while she smoothed out her tone. She didn't want to make things worse, but they couldn't keep avoiding each other, it was stressing Dean out. "I didn't understand how you could do that to us."
The sun flashed again, and she turned to look at it, staring until she could feel the pricks from moisture building up in her eyes. "It might have been for the best though, we've all done some growing up in the last four years," she continued. She smiled and reached up to tug on Sam's ear, "Some more literally than others, you colossus."
"I'm sorry," he said, bending his head down and kicking at the gravel with the toe of his sneaker. He sounded like he was holding his breath, and then added, "I should have knocked."
Alex hummed a little; it had always been a battle sharing a bathroom between three or four people, but they managed. Dad had quickly put an end to bathroom pranking after the Nair incident so long ago. It had been surprising how quickly the three of them fell into old patterns considering that she and Dean had to sneak their time together.
"Sam, Dean and I…" Alex paused and idly scratched at the side of her throat, looking off at the horizon line. It shouldn't have been so hard to say, the girls in the movies never had any trouble saying it. They hadn't been raised by Dad and Dean. "We'd do anything for you."
"I never asked you to."
"Didn't have to. You're the baby brother, it's kinda in our job description," she answered automatically, one side of her mouth tipping up. It had never been a question really, if Sam had called, they would have dropped everything for him. "We'd dance through fire, go to the end of the world for you. Just don't ask us to give you up again. Whatever else happens, we're family first."
They watched until the sun disappeared and the automatic lights surrounding the motel parking lot turned on. The silence between them wasn't strained anymore, but it wasn't exactly comfortable. Alex was seconds away from turning back to the room to shake her head at Dean, when Sam spoke up.
"When I was fourteen, I went looking for Dean. I found him pressed against the backdoor of our neighbor's house. You remember, the place in Minnesota?" Sam glanced over and continued at her nod. "He was so focused on a thin sliver of light coming from inside that he didn't notice me. I hid behind a bush and waited; stayed even after he stormed away."
Alex remembered the place. All the houses in the neighborhood were packed in as tight as the fire code would allow. They only stayed there for three months, but she'd used the time to get close to the twenty-something mechanic that lived next to them. She barely remembered his bedroom, but she could remember how the edges of his kitchen counters left marks on her hips.
"You and Rick came out and kissed on the back porch. I didn't really get it until later that he'd watched you two," Sam said, and even in the dark, she could see his blood rising to his cheeks. "I caught him a couple more times. He was pissed off every time, but he never said anything."
"Sam."
"No, it's okay," Sam said, pushing away from the car and gesturing for her to follow him back inside. "I understand. Dean never did do anything the easy way. I'm glad you two had each other. And it's… it's okay."
"Hey, Sammy?" She smiled when he didn't bother to correct her, just turned and cocked an eyebrow. "Is it still okay if I sleep with you after Dean eats Mexican?" she asked, trying to keep a straight face at her half serious question. She knew what she and Dean would have given up for Sam, had an inkling of how much it would hurt, and would have done it anyway.
Sam put an arm around her shoulder and pulled her against his body in a side hug. "Always," he answered. "No one should have to deal with that."
They fucked even more after Sam joined in.
The heater in the car was broken, and they were still a little too skittish to take any jobs south of Nebraska. Dean's face on the nightly news' most wanted list still haunted her nightmares. They stopped late, and even though she'd ridden bitch in the front seat sandwiched between Sam and Dean's heat, she was still freezing.
Sam went in to get a room and Alex curled tighter into Dean's side. If she was miserable, then he must be worse. She pulled his hands off the steering wheel and rubbed them between her hands. Dean shivered as she brought them up to her mouth and blew soft puffs of warm air over his chafed skin.
"Got a room in the back," Sam said sliding back into the passenger seat along with another cold draft of air. His skin was so pale that his face was stark white except for the spot of color on his nose. "Number sixteen, last one they had."
Dean pulled around and only years of ingrained training made them grab their weapons and personal gear before they went inside. She was so numb that she ran into Dean's back before she realized that he'd stopped. Alex went up on her frozen toes to look over his shoulder and said, "There's only one bed."
"It's the last one they had," Sam repeated, dropping his bags in the corner before he moved back to the ancient looking radiator. He managed to avoid looking at either of them as he punched buttons that made it spit and hiss. "It was either this or sleep in the car."
Alex shrugged and pushed Dean pass the threshold so she could close the door. "At least we'll all be warm," she said, slinging her own bags down between the bed and the far wall, "but the first one to try to put your cold toes on me is getting kicked to the floor."
She showered fast, keeping her hair dry, and then traded places with Sam, except that she tucked herself into Dean's side instead of sitting at the edge of the mattress. Dean sighed heavily and buried his fingers at the nape of her neck. He fidgeted underneath her until she slapped her hand on the center of his chest.
"Alex?"
"Yeah?" she answered, stealing the remote from his slack fingers and flipped through the channels until she found a Steven Seagal movie. There was always a Steven Seagal movie.
"If Sam," Dean started, and then coughed, lifted his other hand to his scratch his neck and cleared his throat again. "I mean, if he was - would you?"
Alex smiled as she remembered watching the same movie with Dad, and then turned her head and attention to Dean, "What?"
"Never mind."
Later, she was asleep, dreaming that she was floating in the ocean. There was no sun, but the water and air were warm against her bare skin. The waves lapped gently at her, caressing her. She opened her mouth and felt wet against her lips.
Dean was kissing her. His mouth was wide and his tongue licked over hers until she kissed him back. She groaned and tried to roll toward him, but he stopped her with a hand on her hip. Finally, she settled on her back and he rewarded her by moving his hand up to cup her breast.
"What are you doing?" she whispered when he pulled away and she woke up enough to remember that Sam was in the bed too. They'd agreed not to shove the extra aspect of their relationship in his face, and if that meant no making out with Sam in the room, then it definitely meant no making out with Sam in the bed.
He shushed her with a finger to her lips and then reached over and across her. Her stomach muscles tightened in pleasure even before Dean settled Sam's hand on her breast. She gasped as Sam squeezed her; his hand was bigger than Dean's. His body was hard against hers, and suddenly the sheet and blankets that had been barely adequate were far too hot.
"Alex?" Sam asked, his voice thin in the darkness. He moved his hand, caressing to her other breast so his fingers could dip underneath her tank top. The callus on his thumb caught on her nipple and she trembled, biting her lip.
"Go ahead, Sam," she said and rolled toward him. Dean spooned up behind her, licking up her neck and sucking on her earlobe. She reached out and slipped her hand under Sam's t-shirt, sliding around his hip until she found the dip of his spine and the beginning of his ass. "We want you to. Touch me."
They screwed all night with soft mouths and hard grunts until they missed checkout the next morning. Alex felt both full to bursting and hollowed out by the time Sam fell asleep with his head on her stomach. Dean drifted too, waking up enough to press kisses to the top of her head every once in awhile. She stayed awake a little longer, enjoying the feeling of their skin pressed to hers.
That year, for Dean's birthday, he bought her a strap-on, curved, black, and just a little smaller than him. She pushed slowly into Sam's body from behind, and lightly scratched her fingernails down his exposed back. Sam groaned and bucked against her hold; her hands barely fit around the curves of his hips. Dean watched beside them, his hand tight on his cock.
She made Sam come twice, and then Dean pulled her away and fucked her hard against Sam's chest. She'd still been wearing her own fake dick.
They stopped fucking when they caught back up to Dad.
Dean was the most jumpy out of the three of them. He probably thought that he had the most to lose, and neither she nor Sam were in a position to convince him otherwise. Alex was a little nervous too, it was a hard tightrope to walk between snuggling with a brother and cuddling with a lover. She shouldn't have worried, none of them should.
Dad only saw the Colt and the demon.
Alex wanted to cradle Dean to her, but she was afraid that she'd end up hurting him worse than he already was. He looked so small across from her in the backseat of the Impala. Dean was never supposed to look that vulnerable. She reached over and wiped away some of the oozing blood from Dean's face, wishing she could bend forward and kiss it all better.
She saw the reflection of the truck's headlights in the far window a heartbeat before it slammed into them.
Author: chase_acow
Recipient: xphoenixrising
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Dean/Sister!Alex, Dean/Sister!Alex/Sam
Word count: ~5,250
Summary: They didn't fuck until after Sam left them.
Author's Notes: This fic features incest between three siblings (no m/m slash), slightly rough sex, and pegging.
They didn't fuck until after Sam left them.
Dad left too, spinning his tires into a cloud of dust. He'd barely acknowledged them after his fight with Sam except to tear a page out of his journal with a couple of leads and tell them to keep busy. In only a matter of days, they went from a strong group of four to a lost pair of two.
Dean shouldered on, trying to take all the slack in his own two hands. He did everything bigger, louder, trying to make up for the empty space in the motel room. The words 'Dad' and 'Sam' were left unspoken. They ate Chinese, left the television on all night, and washed colors and whites together without anyone yelling at them. That lasted about five days before the novelty wore off and their conversation dried up.
He wouldn't let on, but Alex could tell when something shifted and Dean started tearing himself up inside just waiting for her to go too.
She didn't know who she wanted to punch harder, Dad or Sam, but since Dean was the only one in reach, she had to swallow her anger and try to muddle through the best she could. The sad truth of their family was that Dean was the best at talking through arguments, mediating between her, Sam, and Dad. Unfortunately, that talent had never worked when he was the one needing something. He'd moved from smothering her with constant attention to giving her a cold shoulder act that even Sammy would be jealous of.
Alex wanted to pull her hair out by the roots. They should have been past all that teenage bullshit, but it looked like Sam's last present to them was to make his angst contagious.
She'd never wanted a repeat of their sophomore year. That December, she had turned fifteen and Dean had turned sixteen in January. She'd finally started filling out the lacy bras she had to hide from Dad, and Dean had realized that the senior boys were taking too much interest in her for his own peace of mind. He'd been her unwanted shadow for the semester, making her trip over him any time she turned around and following her to the restroom even when she threatened retribution on his not so secret stash of porn.
It wasn't until the end of the year when she broke Michael Woodmansee's nose for not understanding that no really did mean no that Dean really understood that she could take care of herself. Not that it really mattered, because between the two of them they usually managed to scare off any guys who were interested in her or that she was interested in. It was a wonder she managed to lose her virginity at all that year, but Dad stopped them in a small college town in Colorado, and as far as she was concerned, manipulating college boys should be an Olympic sport.
The entire experience had been a total let down, though; the guy hadn't even made her come. The story she made up to torment Dean after they'd moved on was much juicier than actual events. He'd glared, and plugged his ears humming Metallica as loud as he could.
Sam had been gone four months, and their rhythm was still faltering. They were in a redneck bar somewhere in northern Oklahoma while Dean pretended to be an anthropology major studying the local Indian tribes. They were actually looking for undead sooners still running the land run. Three families had been slaughtered in the last fifteen years, and if their research proved right, there might be a fourth family in the next week unless they did something. Dean would have been taking it more seriously if he hadn't been trying so hard to prove that he didn't need her.
They'd been wrapped around each other since she'd been born eleven months after him, and only Sam had ever managed to worm a place in beside them. When Dean carried him out of the fire, and clutched her hand dragging her after them, there was no going back. Dean was theirs, hers and Sam's, a partner to her but a mother/brother combo to Sam, and he took his role as their protector very seriously. She'd seen Dad watching them together with a wistful expression, and wondered what he would have been like if he'd had a sibling or two to tease and laugh with.
Dean gave and gave without ever asking for anything in return. He remembered her favorite drink combo from Sonic, knew that she preferred AC/DC to Metallica, and always let her drive when she was PMSing. She gave him half her pie, rubbed his shoulders after hunts, and ignored him when he lingered too long on Oprah. She knew with absolute certainty that no one else would ever love her as much as Dean did.
Something snapped when Alex watched Dean sidle up to that night's bimbo. Something inside her just broke and the tears that she hadn't shed yet were closer to the surface than she could deal with. She was sick and tired of him ignoring and punishing her because Sam had decided to be a little bitch. It was past time to put an end to their passive-aggressive fighting. She quickly slid her ring to her left hand's ring finger and racked her pool cue. The bar wasn't that full; it only took a few second for her to get across the room and onto Dean's lap.
"Honeybear!" she squealed into his ear, completely ignoring Dean's flinch and the woman glaring at her. Alex reached up, making sure that her ring caught the light as she stroked over his cheek and kissed his temple. She smiled when she saw the lipstick lips she left behind. "I put Little Jackie, Bobby Sue, and Rascal down for bed. What do you think about Baby Trixie for the new one's name?"
People thought they were a couple all the time. She had Mom's lighter hair, grown out past the bottom of her shoulder blades and dark eyes. Her nose snubbed at the end and her lips were thin. She was tall for a girl, and only people with a trained eye could see that she and Dean moved alike. It always took a while at new schools for people to believe that they were related.
Alex rubbed her hand down over her stomach and glanced over at the woman staring at them in shock. She curled her arm around Dean's neck and lowered her voice as if confessing a big secret, "Dean here was very set on the four kids in four years plan. He's such a dominant manly man."
The girl shoved angrily away from the table, shooting daggers at Dean over her shoulder while she walked away.
Alex pretended to pout, lifted her eyebrow at Dean, and asked, "What? Was it something I said?"
Dean stood up swiftly; he barely let her get her feel underneath her before he dragged her out the door and down the nearest alley. A thrill raced down her spine and pooled in her belly as he tightened his grip on her wrist hard enough to hurt. She'd always liked it a little rough. He slammed her up against a crumbling old building and followed with his body, holding her in place.
"You want dominant? Well you're going to get it," he growled against her throat, grinding their hips together. His stubble burned over her skin, too rough, too hard, and something out of only her wildest dreams. "You've been a cock-blocking thorn in my side for way too long."
Alex sucked in a breath when she felt his dick hard and heavy against her thigh. It wasn't like she'd never seen or felt it before; she and Dean had shared a bed for years, but it hadn't been anything like this. "Right," she said, stretching her toes down to try to get some traction. This was completely new territory. "And who was it that followed me around our senior prom until both are dates ditched us and we were stuck with each other?"
"He wasn't good enough for you, Alex," Dean answered, sliding his hands down her ribs and across the fly of her jeans. His clever fingers made short work of the button and zipper, yanking down her jeans and underwear before she realized what was going on. "No one is good enough for you."
"Dean?" Alex bit her lip, clasping her hands behind Dean's neck while he bounced her up, wrapping her legs around his waist. She clutched at him in reflex, too used to following his lead to do anything else. She could feel his hands moving between her thighs and guessed he was getting his own jeans open. "Dean, what are you doing?"
"It's pretty obvious, isn't it? I'm going to fuck you blind, until you scream. Until you forget the name of anyone else who's ever been between your legs," Dean muttered, wrapping his arms under her legs and digging his fingers into her ass until he could tilt her hips to meet his groin. He leaned in close to speak, and she could smell the whiskey on his breath, "Something I've wanted to do for a long time."
Alex groaned as she felt Dean's cock rub up between her legs. She could feel the catch of rubber, and closed her eyes, thankful that Dean wasn't too far gone to forget the condom. Dean bit at her throat and she arched into him, aching and wet already. It would be easy to get away if she wanted too, a twist here, a sharp jab there, and Dean would be on his knees in quite a bit of pain.
She wasn't nearly surprised enough to find out she was exactly where she wanted to be.
Dean slammed in the second he had them lined up together, and she choked back a groan. She clenched around him automatically, moving her hips with him as much as she could trapped between him and the wall. She dug her fingernails in the muscles at his back knowing that she was probably going to draw blood.
"Fuck, yeah, little sister," Dean muttered, thrusting his hips and twisting his fingers up and around to play with her. "Knew you'd be slick. I can smell you, fuck, you want it. You're so hot up against the wall, so easy. Easy for me."
It was hard and quick, but even as angry as Dean was - at her maybe, or Sam, or the whole fucking world - he held himself back until she gasped through orgasm and tightened around him. His fingers tangled in her hair as he thrust into her, his breaths were ragged and staggered against her already hot skin. He whined deep in his throat, pushing her harder against the wall.
"Dean, it's okay," she whispered, tracing her fingers across his eyebrow and down past his ear. She rubbed their cheeks together the way they did when they were kids comforting each other on long nights when Dad was overdue. "It's gonna be okay."
His muscles locked and he sighed into her collarbone as he came still buried deep inside her. Dean held her there, both of them trembling. Alex didn't know what to say, what the correct response was when your brother held you up against the wall and fucked both your brains out. She stayed silent, toying with the soft hair at the back of Dean's neck and tried to stop panting.
Dean slipped out of her and set her down gently. He kept his face turned to the side, biting on his lower lip as he pulled her jeans back up around her hips. She reached out to grab him, but he flinched away, walking fast out of the alley as he zipped his own pants back together.
Alex rubbed at her head, trying to relax enough to soothe away the headache she felt building. She was already sore, and even though it was only a couple blocks back to the motel, she knew they weren't going to be pleasant. She had the sneaking suspicion that whatever Dean had waiting for her back at the room wasn't going to be much more fun than her walk of shame.
Dean would blame himself, and yeah, he was the one that jumped her, but she figured that with their lifestyle, siblings having sex together wasn't the weirdest thing that had happened. Sammy was the one that wanted safe and normal; he was the one who tried to connect to people and set down roots. Alex only had Dean and hunting and that was it. She loved them both, and it'd take a lot more than Dean's freak out to make her give up either.
They loved each other and had to keep each other alive. If Dean wanted to add sex into the mix, then she was on board. She'd always compared every man she met to Dean anyway, this way she could just cut to the chase. He was under her skin in every other way, and this just felt like an extension of that.
When she got back to the motel room, Dean was sitting on his bed with his back to the door, tension easy to read in the line of his spine. Beside him, stacked up on the bed was what looked like all the cash they'd managed to stockpile in the last several months. She let the door click shut behind her, walked quietly into the room, and stood beside him.
"You can take it all if you want," he said quietly, his shoulders bowed low. Alex guessed that his hands would be shaking if he didn't have them clutched into bloodless fists on his thighs. "You should take it all. I promise you won't have to see me again. You can just leave a note in the Kansas PO box if you need anything."
A flare of anger surged through her stomach. She closed the short distance between them and slapped him across the back of his head hard enough to sink through his mood. He didn't even react, just cowered a little lower as if he expected to take more blows.
"You're such an idiot," she told him, but quickly kneeled between Dean's legs so she could look up into his face. He might think he was closed off from her, but she could read every deepening line and wrinkle across is forehead and in the corners of his eyes. "I'm not leaving you. Ever. Get that through that thick skull of yours."
"But I…"
His mouth was soft under her fingers, far softer than she ever thought it would be. Sam used guilt, she used her fists, but Dean lived and died by his promises. He'd hurt and soothed both her and Sam by the words he dared let out past his lips. She leaned up and brushed her mouth over his, breathing in his sharp gasp. It wasn't much of a kiss. It was the only kiss that had ever mattered.
Dean turned away from her, moving his head so that her lips dragged over his cheek and she leaned into him again. Alex wrapped her hands around his middle, only noticing when she glanced down at a sudden pain that both her elbows were skinned raw from rubbing against the wall.
"I shouldn't have," Dean started, his voice rumbled up through his chest. He sounded strangled and she could fell the catch when he jerked against her.
This time, she pounced on him, knocking him back on the bed and scattering the crumpled bills over the floor. Alex kissed him until he stopped trying to push her away and pulled her tighter instead. She settled on top of him, enjoying his warmth until he finally met her eyes.
Alex smiled at him, baring teeth, and said, "If you really think you could make me do something I didn't want to do, then you really are dumb as a rock."
"Alexis."
"You know it's only an insult when you call Sam girl names," she nipped at him and wiggled, sliding her knee between his thighs. "Now, you're going to get naked, then you're going to get me naked, and then you're going to kiss every inch of me that you slammed into the wall tonight."
"I'm sorry."
"I'm not."
They didn't stop fucking after Sam came back.
She didn't really want to swing through Palo Alto on their way to Colorado. Dean was still sore from that bitch Constance trying to rip his heart out, and they were both anxious to catch up to Dad. They didn't have time to jump through whatever hoops Sammy decided to throw at them. She didn't have the patience to ask how high when Sam said jump.
"Dad going missing now has to mean something," Dean repeated, getting loud every time he uttered some variation of the phrase. Obviously, he was just hoping to bludgeon her death with his faulty logic until she gave up. "Something's going on and I need to make sure Sammy's okay."
"So, it's your womanly intuition, then?" she asked hoping that she could get him riled enough to call off the family visit. Her anger at Sam hadn't cooled much in the four years of silence since he'd left, and she didn't want to watch him rip Dean's heart to shreds again. Honestly, it was more worry for Dean than Dad that made her want to follow the Impala's single headlight straight to the horizon. "You feeling any hot flashes I should know about?"
Dean scowled hard at her, reaching up unconsciously to palm his hand over the bandage concealing his newest set of scars. "I prefer Spidey-sense," he said, trying to muster up the some dignity. He was still mad that she'd shot out his window and that he'd hadn't had any other choice but to crash his baby through the porch and living room to get rid of the woman in white.
"Oh, don't even," she laughed, taking the first exit that would eventually lead them to Sam's apartment. They'd been there before, a couple of times over the years even if Sam had never seen them. "Sam and I can both kick your ass at comic book trivia."
"Yeah, that's because you're both giant geeks," Dean taunted, reaching over to put his hand high up on the inside of her thigh. He rubbed his fingers against the inseam of her jeans and sighed again, slouching a little in the seat.
Alex reached over to turn the volume of her mixtape a little louder so Dean could go to sleep by Atlanta Rhythm Section. When they got to Sam's block, Dean didn't even say 'I told you so' as she drove slowly through flashing lights and wailing sirens. They found Sam sitting in the back of an ambulance with his hair singed, clothing torn, and soul broken.
He walked in on them about a month later. The shower was running to cover the sounds they couldn't stop, but Alex was backed up against the wall with her thigh raised over Dean's shoulder and his face pushed between her legs. He was licking her out, seeking every trace of himself with long sure strokes that made her whine and curl her toes. The heavy moisture in the air made it hard to breathe, made her hair stick to her neck and forehead.
She watched Sam in the mirror, both of them too stunned to do much more than stare. He turned bright red in an instant, and she watched him swallow, her eyes tracked the bob at his throat. His eyes raked down her body, naked except for a sports bra, and settle at the place where Dean disappeared.
Dean didn't pause for a second, even though she knew he must have felt both the draft and her muscles tense. He had one arm keeping her leg up, his hand splayed across her belly, and he rubbed his other hand over her thigh and in between her legs. He crooked two fingers around her, working her clit between his knuckles while he shoved his tongue up inside her.
Alex lifted up on her toes, clenched her eyes shut and threw her head back as she came for the third time in twenty minutes. "Dean," she gasped, combing her fingers through his short spikes. She heard the door shut quietly as Dean gentled his strokes and rubbed against her thighs.
Sam was leaning against the Impala's trunk when she went out to find him later. The sun was playing peek-a-boo behind long dark stretches of clouds as it sank toward the earth. When she joined him, their faces glowed, washed in red, but when she turned to talk to him, they were back in shadow.
"I hated you for a while after you left," she said, making sure that their elbows were touching while she smoothed out her tone. She didn't want to make things worse, but they couldn't keep avoiding each other, it was stressing Dean out. "I didn't understand how you could do that to us."
The sun flashed again, and she turned to look at it, staring until she could feel the pricks from moisture building up in her eyes. "It might have been for the best though, we've all done some growing up in the last four years," she continued. She smiled and reached up to tug on Sam's ear, "Some more literally than others, you colossus."
"I'm sorry," he said, bending his head down and kicking at the gravel with the toe of his sneaker. He sounded like he was holding his breath, and then added, "I should have knocked."
Alex hummed a little; it had always been a battle sharing a bathroom between three or four people, but they managed. Dad had quickly put an end to bathroom pranking after the Nair incident so long ago. It had been surprising how quickly the three of them fell into old patterns considering that she and Dean had to sneak their time together.
"Sam, Dean and I…" Alex paused and idly scratched at the side of her throat, looking off at the horizon line. It shouldn't have been so hard to say, the girls in the movies never had any trouble saying it. They hadn't been raised by Dad and Dean. "We'd do anything for you."
"I never asked you to."
"Didn't have to. You're the baby brother, it's kinda in our job description," she answered automatically, one side of her mouth tipping up. It had never been a question really, if Sam had called, they would have dropped everything for him. "We'd dance through fire, go to the end of the world for you. Just don't ask us to give you up again. Whatever else happens, we're family first."
They watched until the sun disappeared and the automatic lights surrounding the motel parking lot turned on. The silence between them wasn't strained anymore, but it wasn't exactly comfortable. Alex was seconds away from turning back to the room to shake her head at Dean, when Sam spoke up.
"When I was fourteen, I went looking for Dean. I found him pressed against the backdoor of our neighbor's house. You remember, the place in Minnesota?" Sam glanced over and continued at her nod. "He was so focused on a thin sliver of light coming from inside that he didn't notice me. I hid behind a bush and waited; stayed even after he stormed away."
Alex remembered the place. All the houses in the neighborhood were packed in as tight as the fire code would allow. They only stayed there for three months, but she'd used the time to get close to the twenty-something mechanic that lived next to them. She barely remembered his bedroom, but she could remember how the edges of his kitchen counters left marks on her hips.
"You and Rick came out and kissed on the back porch. I didn't really get it until later that he'd watched you two," Sam said, and even in the dark, she could see his blood rising to his cheeks. "I caught him a couple more times. He was pissed off every time, but he never said anything."
"Sam."
"No, it's okay," Sam said, pushing away from the car and gesturing for her to follow him back inside. "I understand. Dean never did do anything the easy way. I'm glad you two had each other. And it's… it's okay."
"Hey, Sammy?" She smiled when he didn't bother to correct her, just turned and cocked an eyebrow. "Is it still okay if I sleep with you after Dean eats Mexican?" she asked, trying to keep a straight face at her half serious question. She knew what she and Dean would have given up for Sam, had an inkling of how much it would hurt, and would have done it anyway.
Sam put an arm around her shoulder and pulled her against his body in a side hug. "Always," he answered. "No one should have to deal with that."
They fucked even more after Sam joined in.
The heater in the car was broken, and they were still a little too skittish to take any jobs south of Nebraska. Dean's face on the nightly news' most wanted list still haunted her nightmares. They stopped late, and even though she'd ridden bitch in the front seat sandwiched between Sam and Dean's heat, she was still freezing.
Sam went in to get a room and Alex curled tighter into Dean's side. If she was miserable, then he must be worse. She pulled his hands off the steering wheel and rubbed them between her hands. Dean shivered as she brought them up to her mouth and blew soft puffs of warm air over his chafed skin.
"Got a room in the back," Sam said sliding back into the passenger seat along with another cold draft of air. His skin was so pale that his face was stark white except for the spot of color on his nose. "Number sixteen, last one they had."
Dean pulled around and only years of ingrained training made them grab their weapons and personal gear before they went inside. She was so numb that she ran into Dean's back before she realized that he'd stopped. Alex went up on her frozen toes to look over his shoulder and said, "There's only one bed."
"It's the last one they had," Sam repeated, dropping his bags in the corner before he moved back to the ancient looking radiator. He managed to avoid looking at either of them as he punched buttons that made it spit and hiss. "It was either this or sleep in the car."
Alex shrugged and pushed Dean pass the threshold so she could close the door. "At least we'll all be warm," she said, slinging her own bags down between the bed and the far wall, "but the first one to try to put your cold toes on me is getting kicked to the floor."
She showered fast, keeping her hair dry, and then traded places with Sam, except that she tucked herself into Dean's side instead of sitting at the edge of the mattress. Dean sighed heavily and buried his fingers at the nape of her neck. He fidgeted underneath her until she slapped her hand on the center of his chest.
"Alex?"
"Yeah?" she answered, stealing the remote from his slack fingers and flipped through the channels until she found a Steven Seagal movie. There was always a Steven Seagal movie.
"If Sam," Dean started, and then coughed, lifted his other hand to his scratch his neck and cleared his throat again. "I mean, if he was - would you?"
Alex smiled as she remembered watching the same movie with Dad, and then turned her head and attention to Dean, "What?"
"Never mind."
Later, she was asleep, dreaming that she was floating in the ocean. There was no sun, but the water and air were warm against her bare skin. The waves lapped gently at her, caressing her. She opened her mouth and felt wet against her lips.
Dean was kissing her. His mouth was wide and his tongue licked over hers until she kissed him back. She groaned and tried to roll toward him, but he stopped her with a hand on her hip. Finally, she settled on her back and he rewarded her by moving his hand up to cup her breast.
"What are you doing?" she whispered when he pulled away and she woke up enough to remember that Sam was in the bed too. They'd agreed not to shove the extra aspect of their relationship in his face, and if that meant no making out with Sam in the room, then it definitely meant no making out with Sam in the bed.
He shushed her with a finger to her lips and then reached over and across her. Her stomach muscles tightened in pleasure even before Dean settled Sam's hand on her breast. She gasped as Sam squeezed her; his hand was bigger than Dean's. His body was hard against hers, and suddenly the sheet and blankets that had been barely adequate were far too hot.
"Alex?" Sam asked, his voice thin in the darkness. He moved his hand, caressing to her other breast so his fingers could dip underneath her tank top. The callus on his thumb caught on her nipple and she trembled, biting her lip.
"Go ahead, Sam," she said and rolled toward him. Dean spooned up behind her, licking up her neck and sucking on her earlobe. She reached out and slipped her hand under Sam's t-shirt, sliding around his hip until she found the dip of his spine and the beginning of his ass. "We want you to. Touch me."
They screwed all night with soft mouths and hard grunts until they missed checkout the next morning. Alex felt both full to bursting and hollowed out by the time Sam fell asleep with his head on her stomach. Dean drifted too, waking up enough to press kisses to the top of her head every once in awhile. She stayed awake a little longer, enjoying the feeling of their skin pressed to hers.
That year, for Dean's birthday, he bought her a strap-on, curved, black, and just a little smaller than him. She pushed slowly into Sam's body from behind, and lightly scratched her fingernails down his exposed back. Sam groaned and bucked against her hold; her hands barely fit around the curves of his hips. Dean watched beside them, his hand tight on his cock.
She made Sam come twice, and then Dean pulled her away and fucked her hard against Sam's chest. She'd still been wearing her own fake dick.
They stopped fucking when they caught back up to Dad.
Dean was the most jumpy out of the three of them. He probably thought that he had the most to lose, and neither she nor Sam were in a position to convince him otherwise. Alex was a little nervous too, it was a hard tightrope to walk between snuggling with a brother and cuddling with a lover. She shouldn't have worried, none of them should.
Dad only saw the Colt and the demon.
Alex wanted to cradle Dean to her, but she was afraid that she'd end up hurting him worse than he already was. He looked so small across from her in the backseat of the Impala. Dean was never supposed to look that vulnerable. She reached over and wiped away some of the oozing blood from Dean's face, wishing she could bend forward and kiss it all better.
She saw the reflection of the truck's headlights in the far window a heartbeat before it slammed into them.