[FIC] Half-Truths (SPN)
Title: Half-Truths
Authors: yahnkehy and shall0wbay
Disclaimer: Lies, all lies!
Warnings: Pre-series, AU, genderbending, incest, smut, demons, pregnancy and a partridge in a pear tree.
Rating: NC-17 for explicit sex
Pairing/Characters: girl!Sam/Dean, OMC, John, Bobby, YED, Jessica Moore
Summary: Dean has never wanted kids. Ever. Fears them to the point that he runs from pregnant women. So when Sam comes home and announces that she's soon to be a mother, Dean's life gets flipped upside down. The world marches on, and secrets fester, boil over, and two crazy kids are caught in the storm.
Music: Why don't you and I By Santana and Chad Kroeger
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Chapter 4
Dean had enjoyed the steak like no one would believe; his sister could seriously cook and he had been so full after diner he hadn't wanted to move. Bobby had thought since Sam cooked that it was only fair that Dean did the dishes and Dean only complained a little bit, unwilling to push too hard and dispel the lassitude and rare calm that the meal had engendered. Once that was done Dean was about ready to just relax and fall asleep. The day had actually been pretty long but good in a lot of ways.
Sam had been given a clean bill of health at her first doctor's appointment and the doctor had called while dinner was cooking with the test results. Dean hadn't bothered to ask many questions because the main questions he had was whether or not Sam was okay and she was so he was pretty much fine after that on details.
John and Sam had been fine through diner, no guns had been yanked out and no slamming doors. Dean was happy to report that Bobby's house was still more or less intact. Sam had headed upstairs saying she was tired and Dean had waited about a half hour before following, claiming he was just going to check on her.
The minute Dean stepped into the bedroom, any thoughts of going back down stairs fled. Sam was laid out on the bed in a cute little nightgown that was drawn up under her breasts. One hand was under the shirt, tweaking and massaging her breast while the other was buried under the pretty, white lace panties she’d put on earlier. Her eyes were closed and she was breathing hard. It didn’t look like she even realized Dean was standing there.
Dean came in the room and cocked his head to the side as he watched his sister for a second. The doctor said no rough sex later on, which was okay. Yeah, Dean liked to push Sam down and just… take what he wanted and what she was willing to give, but he could be nice when he needed to be. He closed the door softly and headed to the bed, reaching in between her skin and cloth of her underwear. "Need some help with this?" he asked before dipping down to push the nightgown away and lick and suck at her stomach.
Sam gasped, startled, and her eyes flew open. “Dean,” she murmured, tipping her hips up into his hand. “I was just getting warmed up. Have they gone off to bed yet?”
"Dad's about ready to pass out on the couch but Bobby's in bed," Dean mumbled as he licked downward and sucked deeply on a small patch of Sam's skin below her bellybutton, leaning his hand into her and moving to part her lips to reach inside.
“Mmm, good,” Sam purred, parting her legs wider. “You’ve got too many clothes on.”
Dean chuckled and moved to slip the underwear down and out of his way. "Well, are we sure, because… the doctor said we have to be careful," he teased. "I mean, the way you ride me sometimes, we might end up on the ceiling and that's not being careful."
“She said to be careful later in my pregnancy,” Sam moaned softly, lifting her hips so he could slide the material down her legs. “I’m not fragile right now. You can fuck me as hard as you want to. Please, Dean? I want it.”
Dean reached under his own shirt and pulled it up and over his head before reaching for her again and running a hand down her stomach and between her legs as he smiled. He licked his lips and took a deep breath, taking in the scent of her skin and her body and it sent a shiver through him. "I'm going make you so wet, fuck you with my tongue and get you ready for my dick," he whispered; voice deep and hard.
Sam shuddered at the tone of his voice, the promise of hard, satisfying sex in his voice, and bit her lip in an effort to keep quiet. She nodded vigorously and reached for him, wanting her hands on his skin. She wanted her mouth on him, to taste and bite and own him as thoroughly as he owned her, but she’d wait for now, take what he offered and then make him accept what she wanted to do to him. “Please, Dean.”
Dean moved between Sam's legs and pushed them open further. Licking his lips, he dipped his tongue into her bellybutton and kissed around it before going down further, his tongue dragging a trail right down to her sweet spot. Slipping his tongue just inside, he let the tip of his tongue run down the outside of her lips, poking inside and pulling out again to drive her crazy.
She writhed under him like a snake, one hand scrabbling to grasp his too-short hair only to lose purchase. Sam mewled and tried to use her legs, instead, to drag him in, but he held her too firmly. “Dean,” she whined, needy. “Don’t tease me, please, please, please,” she begged, wriggling in his grip.
Dean dipped his tongue inside her and pressed firmly against her hole, opened her up before moving upward and taking his time to lick up and down her slit, top to bottom, hands firmly on her hips as he buried his face deeper into her heat, breathing deeply.
Sam smacked a hand over her mouth and arched beneath him, her free hand gripping at his head. She trembled under the onslaught, eyes rolling back in her head as she fought down screams and deafening cries of pleasure. She swallowed, and again, and again, pushing down the need to cry out. “D-Dean, please, oh God, please. N-need you. Don’t tease, just… please, please, please,” she begged; her breathing uneven and hitched with every movement of his tongue.
Dean plunged deeply inside her and licked, finding her clit he circled around it and sucked, gently at first, which only lasted a short time before he was almost trying to eat her alive. He loved to hear her cry out his name and he couldn't wait until they were living alone before this keeping quiet stuff was over. It was sort of fun and all but certain parts of their relationship needed to be louder.
“Dean, Dean,” Sam hissed, scraping her nails over his head, lust coiling and tightening in her belly. “Oh God, I’m…” she didn’t even get to finish warning him, just bit down on her fist and came with a hard shudder and twitched uncontrollably, holding the back of his head so that he couldn’t move away.
Dean pushed his tongue hard against her, licking at her, needy and wanting. He loved when she yelled and jerked around, best way to know that he was doing a good job was when he could hear her moan. He reached down and undid his jeans with one hand, pushing them down and kicking them off. He didn't stop with his tongue until she finally released the grip on his head and then kicked his boxers off moving between her legs again and sitting up.
“Yeah, yeah, come on, baby,” Sam murmured, relaxed and satisfied but still up for more. She sat up and pushed him down on his ass, crawling between his legs this time. She’d been gagging for it all day long, and now she was nose to nose with his cock. “So pretty,” she murmured and licked at the pre-cum beading at the tip. “Taste so good. All mine,” she purred and settled on her belly between his legs. One hand gripped his dick, and then she took him in her mouth, groaning at the familiar flavor of him bursting over her tongue.
Dean looked down at her as she fit her mouth around his dick and gasped as slick heat engulfed him. He pressed his lips together to keep from moaning too loudly and shuddered against the wet, hot slickness of her mouth. "Oh Christ… Sammie," he panted, leaning back. He reached up to run a hand through her hair.
Sam bobbed her head slowly, drawing this out. It had been two months since she’d last had her fill of his dick in her throat, and she wanted to make it last. Her free hand traveled up his chest, plucking at his nipples, scratching her nails lightly over his skin, while the other hand slid down and cupped his balls, rolling them between her fingers.
Dean jerked up and pushed into her mouth as his head fell back, her nails on his skin and her skin on his. He took in a deep breath and pressed his lips together, closing his eyes tightly. "Y-yes," he gasped as his fingers twisted in her hair, pleasure burning in the middle of his belly.
Sam growled around his dick, swallowing him further down until her nose was crushed in the wiry curls at the base, her throat locked tight around the head of his dick. Nothing got her motor running like the sound of Dean losing it when she did this. It was a different sound from while he was fucking her, more needy and less aggressive, and it made her feel powerful. Dean, her big, strong, powerful, perfect big brother was losing his shit because of her.
She grew more enthusiastic, sucking harder and faster, taking him deep as often as she could without choking to death. She could taste the bitter-tangy flavor of his pre-cum in the back of her throat, and it just made her more determined to make him lose it. He’d never just out and out fucked her mouth before, but it was something she hoped to push him into doing. She slid one finger under his balls, the smooth patch of skin behind them, and pressed gently, fluttering the pressure against his prostate.
Dean hadn't been expecting that and jerked, his eyes widening as he realized that it felt really fucking good. He moaned and put a hand over his face to try and gag himself but he wasn't sure how well it was going to work. He bit his bottom lip hard, trying to stay quiet. He thought he tasted blood but took no notice of it as he gripped Sam's neck, holding her in place.
His other hand twisted hard into the sheets under them and he jerked and twisted under her, gasping and moaning, wanting to rip his dick out of her mouth just to fuck her stupid right here. At the same time though what she was doing felt amazing and Dean couldn't help himself, he needed more of it.
Sam curled her finger and pressed the knuckle hard against his perineum, fluctuating between hard and soft, rapid and slow, while still managing to suckle him down like a decidedly tasty treat. She looked up the length of his body, reveling in the flush of his skin, the sweat that beaded his body, and finally found his face. She wanted to chuckle at the way he was hiding his face, but she had him too far down at the moment.
She reached up, grabbing at his elbow and tugging it so he would move his hand. She wanted to see him, watch his face tighten, screw up in pleasure, and then slacken as orgasm rippled over him. Sam hummed in the back of her throat as she slid her mouth back, pressing hard at his perineum to externally stimulate his prostate. There was a lot to be said about having a very experienced roommate. And biology classes. Taking Dean apart with her hands and mouth was almost better than sex. But, only almost. There was nothing in the world hotter than riding Dean’s dick, not even watching him hunt, which, seriously, got her so wet at times that she was afraid that whatever monster they were after would smell her.
Dean pressed into the bed hardly able to fight her when she pulled his arm away. He wasn't use to being out of control but the times he did get used to it, it was always Sam doing it to him. He was coming apart quickly and the pressure on his dick, balls and prostate was about to shove him off of a fucking cliff.
He pressed his lips together and bit his bottom lip hard keeping himself quiet as he shoved up hard and into her mouth, ready to fuck her throat. Dean gasped and moaned as pleasure ripped through his body and waves of come burst out of his cock. He twisted and pulled against the sheets and rode the insane high she had put him on.
Sam swallowed every single thick rope of come, and then pulled back so that only the tip was in her mouth and sucked hard, trying to wring every drop she could from him. Finally satisfied, Sam sat up on her heels and cocked her head to the side, smiling wide and a bit smug. “I fucking love watching you fall apart, Dean,” she whispered, dipping her head down to press soft, loving kisses to his hip and trembling belly.
Dean rubbed at his eyes, spent and tired now as she finally pulled off of him. "Yeah, get a pass-time," he commented with a soft laugh before pushing himself up part of the way to look at her better. "You know, at this rate we may want to invest in gags to keep us quiet until we move into the house," he joked, shaking his head.
“Hmm, tying you up…” Sam said thoughtfully, pretending to truly think about it for a long moment. She grinned wide and wicked and licked her swollen lips as she raked her gaze down Dean’s body. “Yeah, I can definitely get behind that.”
"Hey I didn't say anything about letting you tie me up, I just said a gag," Dean protested as he rolled his eyes and leaned back on his hands. "Then again, I guess I just forgot how kinky you can be."
“Tying you down isn’t kinky, Dean. Tying you down, putting a gag in your mouth and sucking you off while I’ve got two fingers shoved in your ass is kinky.” Sam grinned, making sure to come off as innocent and sweet.
Dean's eyes narrowed before he sighed and shook his head. "I wouldn't get any ideas about that, Sam, sorry," he replied tightly, sitting up.
Color rushed to Sam’s face and she looked down, feeling awkward and unsure. “Jess used to make me watch porn with her,” Sam blurted out, and then her face flushed even darker. “I mean, she… well, uhm, oh God. Shut up, Sam, just shut up.” She shook her head and covered her eyes with a hand, mortified.
"Why the hell would she want you to watch porn?" he asked aloud before shaking his head. Dean crawled next to her and eyed her with a confused look on his face. "What, I have issues with fingers in my ass," he joked bumping against her. "What's wrong?"
“That was where I got the idea from. The… the tying you down and… fingers in…. It was in one of the porn videos she made me watch with her.” Sam turned her head away. “And she made me watch them because, well, Jess… she’s not exactly all the way straight. Um, yeah.”
Dean shook his head and looked at her a second. "All the way straight meaning that you two… you know?" he asked, unsure if that's why she seemed too bothered and uncomfortable about it. It wasn't like she didn't know that porn was good for with him because God knew he had watched a hell of a lot of it over the years.
Sam covered her face and groaned. “I get pissed off when you talk about the people you’ve been with, and here I am telling you that I had hot monkey sex with another woman.”
Dean just looked at her; she was right, he really did not want to hear about this. Girl on girl sex was fine with him, in fact he was some of his favorite types of porn but at this rate he was feeling stupid for not fucking around more while she was gone. "Damn, my sister has the hots for chicks." He smiled, ignoring the burning feeling in his chest as he got up to lie back down.
Sam didn’t move. She couldn’t. She’d seen Dean deal with the entire spectrum of emotion her entire life, and that smile was a really bad cover. She’d seen it too many times to let it fool her anymore. “It wasn’t like that. Jess is… well, she’s a force of nature, and when she sets her mind on something she gets her way. It’s more like I was mauled, just… not in a bad way. It was only the once, because she got pissy when I called your name out instead of hers.”
The fact that she called his name out didn't mean anything. She claimed she loved him and blah, blah, blah but in the matter of the eight weeks she had been gone she fucked around with some chick and some other guy. "Sounds like my kind of girl," he said honestly; Dean did have a thing for women who knew how to get what she wanted, what could he say? "Sam, I really don't care how it was; not my business,” he said, really just wishing she would drop it because talking about anything like that, plus the fact that he couldn't even make a joke was going to led to a bigger issue and he wasn't in the mood for it.
“Right, um, I’m gonna go get some water.” Sam tugged her nightgown down low about her thighs and slid off the bed, searching for her panties. When she found them she pulled them on and then grabbed a pair of shorts, jerking them on too. “Back soon,” she murmured, and fled as quickly as she could.
Dean got up and found his boxers pulling them on and laying back down. He was tired, more than he had been all of sudden, and just turned over to relax. Dean wasn't one for emotions other then anger and he wasn't going let feeling bad eat away at him. People didn't get to him like that and even when they did, he didn't admit to it so now was no different.
Sam crept down the stairs as quietly as she could, carefully dodging the squeaky third step. She could see the glow from the living room lamp and hear the low hum of the television; dad was still awake. Sam got her glass of water, took the prenatal vitamin she’d forgotten earlier, and went out into the living room. “Hey, daddy. Can’t sleep?”
John looked up and turned a bit in his chair when he heard Sam's voice, looking up from his journal. "I'm sure I could if I tried," he said, turning the page of his journal. "What about you?"
“Not feeling so hot,” Sam replied, which was the truth; she’d messed up with Dean and had only been home for twenty-four hours. “Mind if I sit here and read a little? I’ll be quiet.”
"What's wrong?" John asked, leaning back and looking back at her. He shrugged. "Nah, I don't care." He flipped another page and settled back again.
“Just don’t feel so good. Nothing major, just sick enough that I can’t sleep.” Sam grabbed a Latin text that was sitting on the coffee table and curled up on the couch, tugging her nightgown down over her legs. “You looking for anything specific? I can help with some research, if you want?”
John shook his head. "Not really," he answered. He tended to flip through his journal at random, going over facts and shit. Adding and taking away new details or stuff that turned out to be a bunch of bull. "Just adding notes from our last hunt," he explained. "Maybe you should eat something, help to settle your stomach."
“Not really that hungry. I think it’s just nerves.” Sam bit her lips together and opened the book, thumbing through the pages until she found something interesting and settled in.
"Understandable, I guess," John replied a bit distractedly. John licked his lips and nodded more to himself than to his daughter as he grabbed a pen off the table and started to write something down.
After that, Sam kept her silence and got lost in the ancient text. When her eyes began to droop, she fought to keep them open. Still, the Latin, the comforting sound of John’s breathing, the soft muttering under his breath and the quiet scritch of the pen over paper ended up being a lullaby and Sam’s chin slowly sank down against her chest as she dozed off, book lying open in her lap.
John kept up with his own work for a while before he started to get tired. He looked over at Sam and cocked his head, smiling to himself as he realized she was asleep. "Well, that makes two of us, then," he mumbled to himself, getting up. Pulling the book gently out of her hand, he moved one arm to her back and one under her legs and picked her up gently to take her upstairs.
Sam snuffled and made a small mewling noise as she cuddled into John’s grasp. He and Dean had a similar scent and she burrowed into it, small hands gripping his shirt tightly as she pressed her face into his neck. When she was asleep she reminded John of how she was when she was a little girl. It was enough to make him smile to himself. Making his way upstairs and to the bedroom, John pushed the door open and found his son already asleep. He set Sam down and then pulled a sheet over top of them both. It was hot as hell during the day but it got cooler at night.
Sam instantly rolled over to cuddle against Dean, nudging him until she could get under his arm and press against his side, head on his shoulder. Asleep, they looked innocent and young, and Sam was curled against Dean the way she’d always done when she was a toddler, one hand fisted on his chest and her head tucked down, resting over his heart.
Dean was aware once Sam was in the bed and curled his arm around her protectively. This wasn't new; they often woke up cuddled together when they were much younger up until now obviously. John watched his kids a moment as they settled back into sleep. His kids were always very close to one another and he assumed as much because they were always stuck together. His kids were his life, even if he didn't always act like it. He spent a few minutes just watching them as they slept before he finally turned to leave and closed the door behind him.
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Authors: yahnkehy and shall0wbay
Disclaimer: Lies, all lies!
Warnings: Pre-series, AU, genderbending, incest, smut, demons, pregnancy and a partridge in a pear tree.
Rating: NC-17 for explicit sex
Pairing/Characters: girl!Sam/Dean, OMC, John, Bobby, YED, Jessica Moore
Summary: Dean has never wanted kids. Ever. Fears them to the point that he runs from pregnant women. So when Sam comes home and announces that she's soon to be a mother, Dean's life gets flipped upside down. The world marches on, and secrets fester, boil over, and two crazy kids are caught in the storm.
Music: Why don't you and I By Santana and Chad Kroeger
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Chapter 4
Dean had enjoyed the steak like no one would believe; his sister could seriously cook and he had been so full after diner he hadn't wanted to move. Bobby had thought since Sam cooked that it was only fair that Dean did the dishes and Dean only complained a little bit, unwilling to push too hard and dispel the lassitude and rare calm that the meal had engendered. Once that was done Dean was about ready to just relax and fall asleep. The day had actually been pretty long but good in a lot of ways.
Sam had been given a clean bill of health at her first doctor's appointment and the doctor had called while dinner was cooking with the test results. Dean hadn't bothered to ask many questions because the main questions he had was whether or not Sam was okay and she was so he was pretty much fine after that on details.
John and Sam had been fine through diner, no guns had been yanked out and no slamming doors. Dean was happy to report that Bobby's house was still more or less intact. Sam had headed upstairs saying she was tired and Dean had waited about a half hour before following, claiming he was just going to check on her.
The minute Dean stepped into the bedroom, any thoughts of going back down stairs fled. Sam was laid out on the bed in a cute little nightgown that was drawn up under her breasts. One hand was under the shirt, tweaking and massaging her breast while the other was buried under the pretty, white lace panties she’d put on earlier. Her eyes were closed and she was breathing hard. It didn’t look like she even realized Dean was standing there.
Dean came in the room and cocked his head to the side as he watched his sister for a second. The doctor said no rough sex later on, which was okay. Yeah, Dean liked to push Sam down and just… take what he wanted and what she was willing to give, but he could be nice when he needed to be. He closed the door softly and headed to the bed, reaching in between her skin and cloth of her underwear. "Need some help with this?" he asked before dipping down to push the nightgown away and lick and suck at her stomach.
Sam gasped, startled, and her eyes flew open. “Dean,” she murmured, tipping her hips up into his hand. “I was just getting warmed up. Have they gone off to bed yet?”
"Dad's about ready to pass out on the couch but Bobby's in bed," Dean mumbled as he licked downward and sucked deeply on a small patch of Sam's skin below her bellybutton, leaning his hand into her and moving to part her lips to reach inside.
“Mmm, good,” Sam purred, parting her legs wider. “You’ve got too many clothes on.”
Dean chuckled and moved to slip the underwear down and out of his way. "Well, are we sure, because… the doctor said we have to be careful," he teased. "I mean, the way you ride me sometimes, we might end up on the ceiling and that's not being careful."
“She said to be careful later in my pregnancy,” Sam moaned softly, lifting her hips so he could slide the material down her legs. “I’m not fragile right now. You can fuck me as hard as you want to. Please, Dean? I want it.”
Dean reached under his own shirt and pulled it up and over his head before reaching for her again and running a hand down her stomach and between her legs as he smiled. He licked his lips and took a deep breath, taking in the scent of her skin and her body and it sent a shiver through him. "I'm going make you so wet, fuck you with my tongue and get you ready for my dick," he whispered; voice deep and hard.
Sam shuddered at the tone of his voice, the promise of hard, satisfying sex in his voice, and bit her lip in an effort to keep quiet. She nodded vigorously and reached for him, wanting her hands on his skin. She wanted her mouth on him, to taste and bite and own him as thoroughly as he owned her, but she’d wait for now, take what he offered and then make him accept what she wanted to do to him. “Please, Dean.”
Dean moved between Sam's legs and pushed them open further. Licking his lips, he dipped his tongue into her bellybutton and kissed around it before going down further, his tongue dragging a trail right down to her sweet spot. Slipping his tongue just inside, he let the tip of his tongue run down the outside of her lips, poking inside and pulling out again to drive her crazy.
She writhed under him like a snake, one hand scrabbling to grasp his too-short hair only to lose purchase. Sam mewled and tried to use her legs, instead, to drag him in, but he held her too firmly. “Dean,” she whined, needy. “Don’t tease me, please, please, please,” she begged, wriggling in his grip.
Dean dipped his tongue inside her and pressed firmly against her hole, opened her up before moving upward and taking his time to lick up and down her slit, top to bottom, hands firmly on her hips as he buried his face deeper into her heat, breathing deeply.
Sam smacked a hand over her mouth and arched beneath him, her free hand gripping at his head. She trembled under the onslaught, eyes rolling back in her head as she fought down screams and deafening cries of pleasure. She swallowed, and again, and again, pushing down the need to cry out. “D-Dean, please, oh God, please. N-need you. Don’t tease, just… please, please, please,” she begged; her breathing uneven and hitched with every movement of his tongue.
Dean plunged deeply inside her and licked, finding her clit he circled around it and sucked, gently at first, which only lasted a short time before he was almost trying to eat her alive. He loved to hear her cry out his name and he couldn't wait until they were living alone before this keeping quiet stuff was over. It was sort of fun and all but certain parts of their relationship needed to be louder.
“Dean, Dean,” Sam hissed, scraping her nails over his head, lust coiling and tightening in her belly. “Oh God, I’m…” she didn’t even get to finish warning him, just bit down on her fist and came with a hard shudder and twitched uncontrollably, holding the back of his head so that he couldn’t move away.
Dean pushed his tongue hard against her, licking at her, needy and wanting. He loved when she yelled and jerked around, best way to know that he was doing a good job was when he could hear her moan. He reached down and undid his jeans with one hand, pushing them down and kicking them off. He didn't stop with his tongue until she finally released the grip on his head and then kicked his boxers off moving between her legs again and sitting up.
“Yeah, yeah, come on, baby,” Sam murmured, relaxed and satisfied but still up for more. She sat up and pushed him down on his ass, crawling between his legs this time. She’d been gagging for it all day long, and now she was nose to nose with his cock. “So pretty,” she murmured and licked at the pre-cum beading at the tip. “Taste so good. All mine,” she purred and settled on her belly between his legs. One hand gripped his dick, and then she took him in her mouth, groaning at the familiar flavor of him bursting over her tongue.
Dean looked down at her as she fit her mouth around his dick and gasped as slick heat engulfed him. He pressed his lips together to keep from moaning too loudly and shuddered against the wet, hot slickness of her mouth. "Oh Christ… Sammie," he panted, leaning back. He reached up to run a hand through her hair.
Sam bobbed her head slowly, drawing this out. It had been two months since she’d last had her fill of his dick in her throat, and she wanted to make it last. Her free hand traveled up his chest, plucking at his nipples, scratching her nails lightly over his skin, while the other hand slid down and cupped his balls, rolling them between her fingers.
Dean jerked up and pushed into her mouth as his head fell back, her nails on his skin and her skin on his. He took in a deep breath and pressed his lips together, closing his eyes tightly. "Y-yes," he gasped as his fingers twisted in her hair, pleasure burning in the middle of his belly.
Sam growled around his dick, swallowing him further down until her nose was crushed in the wiry curls at the base, her throat locked tight around the head of his dick. Nothing got her motor running like the sound of Dean losing it when she did this. It was a different sound from while he was fucking her, more needy and less aggressive, and it made her feel powerful. Dean, her big, strong, powerful, perfect big brother was losing his shit because of her.
She grew more enthusiastic, sucking harder and faster, taking him deep as often as she could without choking to death. She could taste the bitter-tangy flavor of his pre-cum in the back of her throat, and it just made her more determined to make him lose it. He’d never just out and out fucked her mouth before, but it was something she hoped to push him into doing. She slid one finger under his balls, the smooth patch of skin behind them, and pressed gently, fluttering the pressure against his prostate.
Dean hadn't been expecting that and jerked, his eyes widening as he realized that it felt really fucking good. He moaned and put a hand over his face to try and gag himself but he wasn't sure how well it was going to work. He bit his bottom lip hard, trying to stay quiet. He thought he tasted blood but took no notice of it as he gripped Sam's neck, holding her in place.
His other hand twisted hard into the sheets under them and he jerked and twisted under her, gasping and moaning, wanting to rip his dick out of her mouth just to fuck her stupid right here. At the same time though what she was doing felt amazing and Dean couldn't help himself, he needed more of it.
Sam curled her finger and pressed the knuckle hard against his perineum, fluctuating between hard and soft, rapid and slow, while still managing to suckle him down like a decidedly tasty treat. She looked up the length of his body, reveling in the flush of his skin, the sweat that beaded his body, and finally found his face. She wanted to chuckle at the way he was hiding his face, but she had him too far down at the moment.
She reached up, grabbing at his elbow and tugging it so he would move his hand. She wanted to see him, watch his face tighten, screw up in pleasure, and then slacken as orgasm rippled over him. Sam hummed in the back of her throat as she slid her mouth back, pressing hard at his perineum to externally stimulate his prostate. There was a lot to be said about having a very experienced roommate. And biology classes. Taking Dean apart with her hands and mouth was almost better than sex. But, only almost. There was nothing in the world hotter than riding Dean’s dick, not even watching him hunt, which, seriously, got her so wet at times that she was afraid that whatever monster they were after would smell her.
Dean pressed into the bed hardly able to fight her when she pulled his arm away. He wasn't use to being out of control but the times he did get used to it, it was always Sam doing it to him. He was coming apart quickly and the pressure on his dick, balls and prostate was about to shove him off of a fucking cliff.
He pressed his lips together and bit his bottom lip hard keeping himself quiet as he shoved up hard and into her mouth, ready to fuck her throat. Dean gasped and moaned as pleasure ripped through his body and waves of come burst out of his cock. He twisted and pulled against the sheets and rode the insane high she had put him on.
Sam swallowed every single thick rope of come, and then pulled back so that only the tip was in her mouth and sucked hard, trying to wring every drop she could from him. Finally satisfied, Sam sat up on her heels and cocked her head to the side, smiling wide and a bit smug. “I fucking love watching you fall apart, Dean,” she whispered, dipping her head down to press soft, loving kisses to his hip and trembling belly.
Dean rubbed at his eyes, spent and tired now as she finally pulled off of him. "Yeah, get a pass-time," he commented with a soft laugh before pushing himself up part of the way to look at her better. "You know, at this rate we may want to invest in gags to keep us quiet until we move into the house," he joked, shaking his head.
“Hmm, tying you up…” Sam said thoughtfully, pretending to truly think about it for a long moment. She grinned wide and wicked and licked her swollen lips as she raked her gaze down Dean’s body. “Yeah, I can definitely get behind that.”
"Hey I didn't say anything about letting you tie me up, I just said a gag," Dean protested as he rolled his eyes and leaned back on his hands. "Then again, I guess I just forgot how kinky you can be."
“Tying you down isn’t kinky, Dean. Tying you down, putting a gag in your mouth and sucking you off while I’ve got two fingers shoved in your ass is kinky.” Sam grinned, making sure to come off as innocent and sweet.
Dean's eyes narrowed before he sighed and shook his head. "I wouldn't get any ideas about that, Sam, sorry," he replied tightly, sitting up.
Color rushed to Sam’s face and she looked down, feeling awkward and unsure. “Jess used to make me watch porn with her,” Sam blurted out, and then her face flushed even darker. “I mean, she… well, uhm, oh God. Shut up, Sam, just shut up.” She shook her head and covered her eyes with a hand, mortified.
"Why the hell would she want you to watch porn?" he asked aloud before shaking his head. Dean crawled next to her and eyed her with a confused look on his face. "What, I have issues with fingers in my ass," he joked bumping against her. "What's wrong?"
“That was where I got the idea from. The… the tying you down and… fingers in…. It was in one of the porn videos she made me watch with her.” Sam turned her head away. “And she made me watch them because, well, Jess… she’s not exactly all the way straight. Um, yeah.”
Dean shook his head and looked at her a second. "All the way straight meaning that you two… you know?" he asked, unsure if that's why she seemed too bothered and uncomfortable about it. It wasn't like she didn't know that porn was good for with him because God knew he had watched a hell of a lot of it over the years.
Sam covered her face and groaned. “I get pissed off when you talk about the people you’ve been with, and here I am telling you that I had hot monkey sex with another woman.”
Dean just looked at her; she was right, he really did not want to hear about this. Girl on girl sex was fine with him, in fact he was some of his favorite types of porn but at this rate he was feeling stupid for not fucking around more while she was gone. "Damn, my sister has the hots for chicks." He smiled, ignoring the burning feeling in his chest as he got up to lie back down.
Sam didn’t move. She couldn’t. She’d seen Dean deal with the entire spectrum of emotion her entire life, and that smile was a really bad cover. She’d seen it too many times to let it fool her anymore. “It wasn’t like that. Jess is… well, she’s a force of nature, and when she sets her mind on something she gets her way. It’s more like I was mauled, just… not in a bad way. It was only the once, because she got pissy when I called your name out instead of hers.”
The fact that she called his name out didn't mean anything. She claimed she loved him and blah, blah, blah but in the matter of the eight weeks she had been gone she fucked around with some chick and some other guy. "Sounds like my kind of girl," he said honestly; Dean did have a thing for women who knew how to get what she wanted, what could he say? "Sam, I really don't care how it was; not my business,” he said, really just wishing she would drop it because talking about anything like that, plus the fact that he couldn't even make a joke was going to led to a bigger issue and he wasn't in the mood for it.
“Right, um, I’m gonna go get some water.” Sam tugged her nightgown down low about her thighs and slid off the bed, searching for her panties. When she found them she pulled them on and then grabbed a pair of shorts, jerking them on too. “Back soon,” she murmured, and fled as quickly as she could.
Dean got up and found his boxers pulling them on and laying back down. He was tired, more than he had been all of sudden, and just turned over to relax. Dean wasn't one for emotions other then anger and he wasn't going let feeling bad eat away at him. People didn't get to him like that and even when they did, he didn't admit to it so now was no different.
Sam crept down the stairs as quietly as she could, carefully dodging the squeaky third step. She could see the glow from the living room lamp and hear the low hum of the television; dad was still awake. Sam got her glass of water, took the prenatal vitamin she’d forgotten earlier, and went out into the living room. “Hey, daddy. Can’t sleep?”
John looked up and turned a bit in his chair when he heard Sam's voice, looking up from his journal. "I'm sure I could if I tried," he said, turning the page of his journal. "What about you?"
“Not feeling so hot,” Sam replied, which was the truth; she’d messed up with Dean and had only been home for twenty-four hours. “Mind if I sit here and read a little? I’ll be quiet.”
"What's wrong?" John asked, leaning back and looking back at her. He shrugged. "Nah, I don't care." He flipped another page and settled back again.
“Just don’t feel so good. Nothing major, just sick enough that I can’t sleep.” Sam grabbed a Latin text that was sitting on the coffee table and curled up on the couch, tugging her nightgown down over her legs. “You looking for anything specific? I can help with some research, if you want?”
John shook his head. "Not really," he answered. He tended to flip through his journal at random, going over facts and shit. Adding and taking away new details or stuff that turned out to be a bunch of bull. "Just adding notes from our last hunt," he explained. "Maybe you should eat something, help to settle your stomach."
“Not really that hungry. I think it’s just nerves.” Sam bit her lips together and opened the book, thumbing through the pages until she found something interesting and settled in.
"Understandable, I guess," John replied a bit distractedly. John licked his lips and nodded more to himself than to his daughter as he grabbed a pen off the table and started to write something down.
After that, Sam kept her silence and got lost in the ancient text. When her eyes began to droop, she fought to keep them open. Still, the Latin, the comforting sound of John’s breathing, the soft muttering under his breath and the quiet scritch of the pen over paper ended up being a lullaby and Sam’s chin slowly sank down against her chest as she dozed off, book lying open in her lap.
John kept up with his own work for a while before he started to get tired. He looked over at Sam and cocked his head, smiling to himself as he realized she was asleep. "Well, that makes two of us, then," he mumbled to himself, getting up. Pulling the book gently out of her hand, he moved one arm to her back and one under her legs and picked her up gently to take her upstairs.
Sam snuffled and made a small mewling noise as she cuddled into John’s grasp. He and Dean had a similar scent and she burrowed into it, small hands gripping his shirt tightly as she pressed her face into his neck. When she was asleep she reminded John of how she was when she was a little girl. It was enough to make him smile to himself. Making his way upstairs and to the bedroom, John pushed the door open and found his son already asleep. He set Sam down and then pulled a sheet over top of them both. It was hot as hell during the day but it got cooler at night.
Sam instantly rolled over to cuddle against Dean, nudging him until she could get under his arm and press against his side, head on his shoulder. Asleep, they looked innocent and young, and Sam was curled against Dean the way she’d always done when she was a toddler, one hand fisted on his chest and her head tucked down, resting over his heart.
Dean was aware once Sam was in the bed and curled his arm around her protectively. This wasn't new; they often woke up cuddled together when they were much younger up until now obviously. John watched his kids a moment as they settled back into sleep. His kids were always very close to one another and he assumed as much because they were always stuck together. His kids were his life, even if he didn't always act like it. He spent a few minutes just watching them as they slept before he finally turned to leave and closed the door behind him.
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