FIC - Sing In Exultation
Title: Sing In Exultation
Pairing: Sam/Dean
Rating: R
Summary: Jay’s first Christmas, and kind of, Dean and Sam’s first Christmas.
A/N: By popular demand, a Christmas timestamp for my What Now? series (you can find it on my masterlist of fics if you want to read everything that came before this). I really hope y’all will like it.
Amazing is what it was, mind-blowing, really, a miracle almost on caliber with the miracle celebrated in this season, as far as Dean was concerned. He didn’t share Sam’s religious faith, but he certainly didn’t judge his brother for it. Six months ago, he’d been leading a solitary life, one that was in danger of ending his life, quite literally, on almost a day to day basis. Now he was finding love, the kind of love he never thought was possible for him. Dean’s relationship with Sam was an unshakeable bond, and he was absolutely certain that would have been a fact regardless of the sexual relationship they’d started. Dean knew that even if neither of them had those feelings toward each other, or just had never acted on them, they’d still be this close, Sam would still be happy to share his life with his brother, and Dean would still revel in his favorite pastime - spoiling his nephew Jay absolutely rotten.
Growing up, Sam and Dean hadn’t experienced family Christmas celebrations like other kids their age. A couple of years, their dad (neither of them could even imagine how horribly John had felt when this happened) hadn’t made it back to them until the day or two after. Dean had played Santa for Sammy more than once, and Chinese takeout eaten from paper containers with plastic forks became their traditional holiday meal for a good long time.
This year, though…this year it would be different. Dean had lugged a six-foot Douglas fir up the stairwell into their apartment, along with Wal-Mart bags filled with lights and silly ornaments that were made of materials Dean was sure Jay wouldn’t be injured by when he inevitably tried to pull them out of the branches. The damn tree barely fit into a corner of their tiny living room, but Dean wanted so badly to do it right, to do it the way Sam had always longed for, the normal way.
Jay was still cruising the furniture and taking little steps when Sam or Dean held his hand, but he fell right onto his diapered butt when he tried to stand on his own. He was this close, Dean thought, so fucking close to taking his first steps.
The three of them had a ball decorating the tree, especially the baby, who seemed to be entranced by the strands of tinsel. Getting him to stop trying to eat them was a challenge all by itself. They settled for letting him cover his few little stuffed animals with it, creating a shiny silver batch of playtoys.
After their Thanksgiving visit, they’d kept in contact regularly with their father, giving him updates on Jay’s latest antics and milestones. Neither Sam nor Dean had any idea how much it meant to John that they made the effort to stay in touch and keep him updated about new foods the baby had tried and new things he’d done. Even at his age, just shy of a year, Jay had managed to add a few words to his vocabulary, mainly no and mine. Yet another parallel with his father, among the boy’s first words were those illustrated by his stubborn and protective streak.
Once the tree was decorated, the baby was peacefully sleeping in his crib, and the beers had been cracked open, the brothers stopped to admire their handiwork. Sure, it was a little bit crooked and the decorations didn’t match, but it was a major improvement over eating takeout in a motel room watching A Christmas Story and guessing which of them would manage to shoot his eye out first.
Falling into his brother’s embrace, Sam figured he couldn’t have gotten more lucky if he’d won the fucking PowerBall. Having Dean there to share Jay’s first Christmas meant more to him than he ever thought it would.
On the night of Christmas Eve, the two of them sat on the floor by the tree wrapping gifts, little things they’d picked up along with the couple of presents John had sent the week before. There wasn’t much, but what the hell, Jay was a baby and didn’t understand any of this. The things they’d done were more for each other than they were for Jay. A way of reassuring each other that what they had was real, it was solid and made them feel more safe than either of the brothers had realized they’d missed until they actually had it.
After a while, the wrapping paper and tape and scissors were put away and the lights on the tree were lending an ethereal glow to the living room. Sam walked from the kitchen into the living room to take in the sight of Dean lounging on the floor in just a pair of old sweatpants, munching on one of the cookies they’d left for Santa and looking up at their Christmas tree like it was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. He stood for a minute just to take in the sight of Dean, to brand this memory into his brain. Dean was so fucking gorgeous, and Sam couldn’t keep his distance any longer. He crossed the room and sank to his knees, placing one of his hands on Dean’s thigh and using the other to wipe the cookie crumbs from his lips.
“You’re gorgeous, you know that?”
“Course I know that, Sammy”, he replied, smirking and leaning forward to kiss Sam softly on the lips. “Just glad you know it too.”
“Jerk”, Sam whispered, as he pulled Dean in for a much less chaste kiss. He figured he’d successfully managed to make Dean forget the cookies when he reached down and tucked his fingers into the waistband of Sam’s old red and white Stanford sleep pants. Sam lifted himself up a bit to allow Dean to remove them, then just as quickly divested Dean of his sweats. After a few minutes of kissing and teasing, they were both completely worked up, breathing hard and trying to get their hands on as much of each other as they possibly could. They ended up with Dean flat on his back, Sam leaning over him, still on his knees between Dean’s legs. Sam leaned down and captured one of Dean’s nipples between his teeth, resulting in Dean’s breath hitching as he stifled a moan. He moved to give Dean’s other nipple the same treatment, then steadily worked his way south until he was in a position to lick a stripe along the underside of Dean’s cock before swallowing down as much of him as he possibly could all at once.
“Fuck, Sam, you’re like the blowjob ninja - ohhhhh hell, baby, yeah, so good,” he whispered. They’d both become quite adept at keeping the noise down, not wanting to have the mood killed by a waking baby in the next room. Still, when Sam started gently circling Dean’s hole with fingers slicked by his own spit and pre-come, Dean gasped and buried his hands in Sam’s hair. “Please, Sam, come on, want it.”
Sam was not interested in denying his brother’s wishes, nor was he in any mood to wait. He pulled his mouth off Dean’s dick and started working him open with his tongue and fingers, stopping every now and then to teasingly remind him not to make too much noise. Once he felt Dean was properly prepared, he lifted up and said “Shhhhhhh, baby, you ready? Gonna take me nice and quiet?”
Dean’s response was simply an enthusiastic nodding of his head as he wrapped his legs around Sam’s waist and Sam pushed forward slowly until he was buried all the way inside his brother. They remained still for just a moment, staring at each other intensely, before Sam started moving, shallow thrusts at first, then deeper, but keeping the pace slow, gentle. Dean ran his hands up and down Sam’s back and they kissed off and on as the pleasure gradually built and Sam couldn’t help but pick up speed. Dean met every thrust as he fisted his own cock between them.
“Dean, fuck, I - I’m”
“Me too, Sammy, yeah”, Dean breathlessly replied just as he felt Sam go still above him, biting his lip to keep from crying out as he filled Dean up. Dean followed almost instantly, spilling over his hand and onto his belly and chest.
In the moments that followed, Sam having pulled out and rolled onto the floor, they ignored the mess and just held each other, neither of them saying a word. There was no need for it, nothing to say that hadn’t already been said while they made love on the floor under the lights of the Christmas tree.
After cleaning up and falling into a peaceful sleep in the bedroom (Dean didn’t sleep on the futon anymore, and they figured they’d deal with that as Jay got older just like they’d have to deal with all the other complications, but neither of them wanted to think about those things yet), they were woken with the sun by the familiar rattling sound from Jay’s favorite stuffed doggie. Dean was the first out of bed, and he gathered the baby into his arms, saying “Hey, Merry Christmas kiddo! Let’s get your Dad’s lazy butt out of bed and go open your presents, huh?”
Sam rolled his eyes at Dean, but got up and led Jay out to the living room. After showing him how to do it, Jay happily spent the next half an hour ripping off wrapping paper, then grabbing the next package without paying much attention to what he’d just unwrapped. Once the paper had been removed from everything, Dean and Sam showed Jay his presents, which he did finally show some interest in. Dean used his phone to take several photos, which he immediately sent to John.
As he looked up from washing the breakfast dishes, Dean saw that Sam had put on jeans and a button-up shirt and was zipping Jay’s windbreaker (it was still early and just a bit chilly outside) and putting on his sneakers. He knew where they were headed, the little Methodist church on the next block, they’d talked about it a few days earlier.
“Sam, honestly, I don’t mind, if you want me to go with you, I’ll go.”
“I swear, it’s not a big deal. I meant what I said, I don’t expect you to do things like this out of some obligation. You know just being there would make you uncomfortable, and I’m never going to try to change you. Stay here and relax, enjoy the silence, we’ll be back in an hour, okay?”
Dean kissed him, feeling thankful for how well his brother understood and accepted him just as he was. “All right. I’ll see you in an hour.” He looked down at the stroller and said, “Jay, say hi to baby Jesus for me, buddy.”
Playfully, Sam smacked Dean on the arm, saying “Cut that out” and at the same time laughing quietly. “Back soon. Love you.”
It was something Sam said casually, like it was no big deal, but honestly, they didn’t say it all that much. Dean pulled his brother into his arms and held on tight for just a minute. “Love you too. Merry Christmas, Sammy.”
Pairing: Sam/Dean
Rating: R
Summary: Jay’s first Christmas, and kind of, Dean and Sam’s first Christmas.
A/N: By popular demand, a Christmas timestamp for my What Now? series (you can find it on my masterlist of fics if you want to read everything that came before this). I really hope y’all will like it.
Amazing is what it was, mind-blowing, really, a miracle almost on caliber with the miracle celebrated in this season, as far as Dean was concerned. He didn’t share Sam’s religious faith, but he certainly didn’t judge his brother for it. Six months ago, he’d been leading a solitary life, one that was in danger of ending his life, quite literally, on almost a day to day basis. Now he was finding love, the kind of love he never thought was possible for him. Dean’s relationship with Sam was an unshakeable bond, and he was absolutely certain that would have been a fact regardless of the sexual relationship they’d started. Dean knew that even if neither of them had those feelings toward each other, or just had never acted on them, they’d still be this close, Sam would still be happy to share his life with his brother, and Dean would still revel in his favorite pastime - spoiling his nephew Jay absolutely rotten.
Growing up, Sam and Dean hadn’t experienced family Christmas celebrations like other kids their age. A couple of years, their dad (neither of them could even imagine how horribly John had felt when this happened) hadn’t made it back to them until the day or two after. Dean had played Santa for Sammy more than once, and Chinese takeout eaten from paper containers with plastic forks became their traditional holiday meal for a good long time.
This year, though…this year it would be different. Dean had lugged a six-foot Douglas fir up the stairwell into their apartment, along with Wal-Mart bags filled with lights and silly ornaments that were made of materials Dean was sure Jay wouldn’t be injured by when he inevitably tried to pull them out of the branches. The damn tree barely fit into a corner of their tiny living room, but Dean wanted so badly to do it right, to do it the way Sam had always longed for, the normal way.
Jay was still cruising the furniture and taking little steps when Sam or Dean held his hand, but he fell right onto his diapered butt when he tried to stand on his own. He was this close, Dean thought, so fucking close to taking his first steps.
The three of them had a ball decorating the tree, especially the baby, who seemed to be entranced by the strands of tinsel. Getting him to stop trying to eat them was a challenge all by itself. They settled for letting him cover his few little stuffed animals with it, creating a shiny silver batch of playtoys.
After their Thanksgiving visit, they’d kept in contact regularly with their father, giving him updates on Jay’s latest antics and milestones. Neither Sam nor Dean had any idea how much it meant to John that they made the effort to stay in touch and keep him updated about new foods the baby had tried and new things he’d done. Even at his age, just shy of a year, Jay had managed to add a few words to his vocabulary, mainly no and mine. Yet another parallel with his father, among the boy’s first words were those illustrated by his stubborn and protective streak.
Once the tree was decorated, the baby was peacefully sleeping in his crib, and the beers had been cracked open, the brothers stopped to admire their handiwork. Sure, it was a little bit crooked and the decorations didn’t match, but it was a major improvement over eating takeout in a motel room watching A Christmas Story and guessing which of them would manage to shoot his eye out first.
Falling into his brother’s embrace, Sam figured he couldn’t have gotten more lucky if he’d won the fucking PowerBall. Having Dean there to share Jay’s first Christmas meant more to him than he ever thought it would.
On the night of Christmas Eve, the two of them sat on the floor by the tree wrapping gifts, little things they’d picked up along with the couple of presents John had sent the week before. There wasn’t much, but what the hell, Jay was a baby and didn’t understand any of this. The things they’d done were more for each other than they were for Jay. A way of reassuring each other that what they had was real, it was solid and made them feel more safe than either of the brothers had realized they’d missed until they actually had it.
After a while, the wrapping paper and tape and scissors were put away and the lights on the tree were lending an ethereal glow to the living room. Sam walked from the kitchen into the living room to take in the sight of Dean lounging on the floor in just a pair of old sweatpants, munching on one of the cookies they’d left for Santa and looking up at their Christmas tree like it was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. He stood for a minute just to take in the sight of Dean, to brand this memory into his brain. Dean was so fucking gorgeous, and Sam couldn’t keep his distance any longer. He crossed the room and sank to his knees, placing one of his hands on Dean’s thigh and using the other to wipe the cookie crumbs from his lips.
“You’re gorgeous, you know that?”
“Course I know that, Sammy”, he replied, smirking and leaning forward to kiss Sam softly on the lips. “Just glad you know it too.”
“Jerk”, Sam whispered, as he pulled Dean in for a much less chaste kiss. He figured he’d successfully managed to make Dean forget the cookies when he reached down and tucked his fingers into the waistband of Sam’s old red and white Stanford sleep pants. Sam lifted himself up a bit to allow Dean to remove them, then just as quickly divested Dean of his sweats. After a few minutes of kissing and teasing, they were both completely worked up, breathing hard and trying to get their hands on as much of each other as they possibly could. They ended up with Dean flat on his back, Sam leaning over him, still on his knees between Dean’s legs. Sam leaned down and captured one of Dean’s nipples between his teeth, resulting in Dean’s breath hitching as he stifled a moan. He moved to give Dean’s other nipple the same treatment, then steadily worked his way south until he was in a position to lick a stripe along the underside of Dean’s cock before swallowing down as much of him as he possibly could all at once.
“Fuck, Sam, you’re like the blowjob ninja - ohhhhh hell, baby, yeah, so good,” he whispered. They’d both become quite adept at keeping the noise down, not wanting to have the mood killed by a waking baby in the next room. Still, when Sam started gently circling Dean’s hole with fingers slicked by his own spit and pre-come, Dean gasped and buried his hands in Sam’s hair. “Please, Sam, come on, want it.”
Sam was not interested in denying his brother’s wishes, nor was he in any mood to wait. He pulled his mouth off Dean’s dick and started working him open with his tongue and fingers, stopping every now and then to teasingly remind him not to make too much noise. Once he felt Dean was properly prepared, he lifted up and said “Shhhhhhh, baby, you ready? Gonna take me nice and quiet?”
Dean’s response was simply an enthusiastic nodding of his head as he wrapped his legs around Sam’s waist and Sam pushed forward slowly until he was buried all the way inside his brother. They remained still for just a moment, staring at each other intensely, before Sam started moving, shallow thrusts at first, then deeper, but keeping the pace slow, gentle. Dean ran his hands up and down Sam’s back and they kissed off and on as the pleasure gradually built and Sam couldn’t help but pick up speed. Dean met every thrust as he fisted his own cock between them.
“Dean, fuck, I - I’m”
“Me too, Sammy, yeah”, Dean breathlessly replied just as he felt Sam go still above him, biting his lip to keep from crying out as he filled Dean up. Dean followed almost instantly, spilling over his hand and onto his belly and chest.
In the moments that followed, Sam having pulled out and rolled onto the floor, they ignored the mess and just held each other, neither of them saying a word. There was no need for it, nothing to say that hadn’t already been said while they made love on the floor under the lights of the Christmas tree.
After cleaning up and falling into a peaceful sleep in the bedroom (Dean didn’t sleep on the futon anymore, and they figured they’d deal with that as Jay got older just like they’d have to deal with all the other complications, but neither of them wanted to think about those things yet), they were woken with the sun by the familiar rattling sound from Jay’s favorite stuffed doggie. Dean was the first out of bed, and he gathered the baby into his arms, saying “Hey, Merry Christmas kiddo! Let’s get your Dad’s lazy butt out of bed and go open your presents, huh?”
Sam rolled his eyes at Dean, but got up and led Jay out to the living room. After showing him how to do it, Jay happily spent the next half an hour ripping off wrapping paper, then grabbing the next package without paying much attention to what he’d just unwrapped. Once the paper had been removed from everything, Dean and Sam showed Jay his presents, which he did finally show some interest in. Dean used his phone to take several photos, which he immediately sent to John.
As he looked up from washing the breakfast dishes, Dean saw that Sam had put on jeans and a button-up shirt and was zipping Jay’s windbreaker (it was still early and just a bit chilly outside) and putting on his sneakers. He knew where they were headed, the little Methodist church on the next block, they’d talked about it a few days earlier.
“Sam, honestly, I don’t mind, if you want me to go with you, I’ll go.”
“I swear, it’s not a big deal. I meant what I said, I don’t expect you to do things like this out of some obligation. You know just being there would make you uncomfortable, and I’m never going to try to change you. Stay here and relax, enjoy the silence, we’ll be back in an hour, okay?”
Dean kissed him, feeling thankful for how well his brother understood and accepted him just as he was. “All right. I’ll see you in an hour.” He looked down at the stroller and said, “Jay, say hi to baby Jesus for me, buddy.”
Playfully, Sam smacked Dean on the arm, saying “Cut that out” and at the same time laughing quietly. “Back soon. Love you.”
It was something Sam said casually, like it was no big deal, but honestly, they didn’t say it all that much. Dean pulled his brother into his arms and held on tight for just a minute. “Love you too. Merry Christmas, Sammy.”