Dean hears the shower going when he returns for his jacket. The wind had really started to pick up, the warmth of the spring day quickly dissipating into a bone deep chill. He’s got a date with a hot chick fresh out of high school and doesn’t want to be that douche who looks too proud to wear a fucking jacket. Besides, he’d get bonus points for giving her his if she’s cold and hey, when it comes to getting into a chick’s panties bonus points are important, ya know?
His jacket isn’t where he left it. It had been hanging on the back of a chair in their tiny ass kitchen in their dingy motel. He turned around, hands on his hips, brows furrowed in a frown, trying to figure out where his damn jacket was. When his eyes do land on the battered, hand me down leather, it’s the last place he would have expected.
His brows furrow deeper as he approaches Sam’s bed where his jacket is laid out, rumpled. It’s as he’s reaching for it does he see it, smells it. There’s a perfect white smear on the inside of the jacket, a wayward drop that was easily missed, the fabric around it dark and wet. The air smells like spunk, like sex. His eyes dart to the closed bathroom door and Dean’s breath hitches at the implications.
Sam had just… on Dean’s jacket… Jesus. And just like that, he can imagine it. His baby brother all laid out on the rucked up sheets, one hand stuffed in his underwear, long fingers stroking up and down his shaft. In Dean’s mind’s eye he can see the long fingers of Sam’s right hand clutching the collar of his leather jacket, drawing it in close to breathe in Dean’s scent as he jerked himself to completion. And then finally he comes, face twisted in pleasure, ropes of pearly white streaking his quivering stomach. A drop had landed on Dean’s jacket…
Dean’s sporting a chubby before he even realizes how aroused the thought of Sam rubbing one off on his jackets makes him. He presses his hand to his mouth, bites back the groan that tries to climb out of his throat. There’s no way. No way his baby brother would want that. Want him.
Right?
But before Dean could convince himself otherwise his feet are already carrying him to the bathroom. He finds the door unlocked, hand shaking as he silently turns the knob. It’s so fucked up. He’s so fucked up, but he has to know. Has to know that he’s not the only one messed up in the head. That the guilt he’s been carrying since Sam turned fifteen and Dean noticed the way he grew up, filled out, how those dimple smiles made Dean feel more than just love and joy for his boy…
Dean let’s the door close with an audible click and watches the blurred form of Sam behind opaque glass and steam quickly cover himself.
“Hey! Wait your turn!” Sam yells, shrill and sounding like he’s been caught with his hand in the cookie jar. Dean swallows down all common sense and locks the bathroom door. Dad’s gone for at least a week but he feels safer behind a locked door. Especially with what he’s planning.
“So I came back for my jacket,” Dean throws out casually despite the desperate, rapid thud of his heart against his ribs. Sam goes completely still under the hot spray. It’s enough to make Dean bend down and remove his shoes and socks. “Wanna explain why I found it on your bed, Sammy?”
Sam’s breath hitches audibly as Dean’s removing his shirt.
“Dean, I can explain,” he says, but doesn’t continue. Dean thumbs the button of his jeans open and pulls down the zipper tab, certain Sam can’t hear it.
“I’m listening, Sam. Really curious as to why it smells… ya know… a little funny,” Dean prompts as he slithers denim down his thighs. He can see Sam push his hair back with his hands, can sense his baby brother on the verge of a panic attack. Dean pushes down his underwear, hard cock springing free in the humid air and pulling out a hiss from him.
“It’s uh, it’s not what you think!” Dean pads over to the shower, almost feeling bad for the frantic note in Sam’s tone. He pushes the glass door aside, catching Sam’s flinch and the wild, panic look in his eyes. His chest is heaving, rivulets of water streaming over a flushed chest. His cheeks are bright pink, like a girl’s, and Dean’s caught by how kissable Sam’s bitten lips look.
“Then tell me, Sam. Tell me you weren’t just jerking yourself off while laying on my jacket.” Sam jerks and his eyes dart down, goes wider when he sees how hard Dean is, a perfect pearl of pre cum beading at the tip. Dean doesn’t miss the way Sam licks his lips or how dark his eyes are when they dart back up to meet Dean’s.
“You too?” He asks, young and so damn hopeful, gaze deliberate at it drags down Dean’s body again. Dean waits until lust blown hazel eyes meets his again before he answers.
“Yeah,” he says, stepping into the shower. “Me too, Sammy.”
He closes the shower door with one hand, other already reaching for Sam’s cheek. He brings their bodies flush under the pounding spray, feels Sam thicken against his hip as he kisses Sam, licks his baby brother’s soft lips open. Their hearts are wildly beating in tandem against their chests and Sam’s hands clutch, rub, clutch at Dean’s wet skin. He completely forgets about the girl he was supposed to take out that night. There is nothing else on his mind but Sam.
Sam was in the kitchen making sandwiches, he felt warmth at his back and a kiss on his shoulder before he saw Dean leaning against the counter watching his face as he made their lunch.
“Yes Dean?”
“Nothin’. Just watchin’.
Sam startles, blinking out of his reverie. He knows he’s staring, but he just can’t help it. It’s been three long months without his brother, three long months with an insane archangel in the driver’s seat of his brother’s body, and he can’t look away. He’s so grateful for every single part of him– the grey hairs, the deep lines carved into his cheeks, even the weary set of his shoulders.
Sharing a nightcap before bed, Sam has to admit that he’s drinking slowly. He’s so afraid of letting Dean out of his sight that it’s embarrassing, but he needs to be able to see him. He’s been dreading their separation at bedtime all day, all during the drive back to the Bunker.
Sam nods his head vaguely, a very unsure answer to Dean’s unsure question. They both know he’s not okay. They both know Dean’s not okay. They’re much better than they were, but there’s something they need. A hug, or a touch, a reconnection of body, mind and spirit. But they still, after all this time, don’t know how to ask for it.
“Missed you,” Dean says quietly, with a soft little Sam-only smile.
Sam breaks first. He falls forward out of his chair, landing hard on his knees in front of his brother.
”Missed you, big brother,” he sobs, wrapping his long arms around Dean’s waist, burying his tear-soaked cheeks into his brother’s belly. “Missed you so bad, Dean. Don’t leave me again, p-please, I– I can’t– I’m not– you’re everything, and I–”
“Sammy,” Dean murmurs, his rough hands gentle in Sam’s dirty, unkempt hair, shushing him gently as Sam sobs and sobs, pouring out his grief into the hands of the only person who could ever hold it. “Look at me, Sam. Look at me, baby.”
The pet name causes Sam to slowly pick up his face from Dean’s stomach, sniffling and looking as all-around pathetic as he feels. A 35-year-old man needing his big brother this bad is such a joke; he’s so useless and–
That thought is cut off by the light press of Dean’s lips against his. He gasps wetly against Dean’s mouth, balling his fists into Dean’s shirt. He’s wanted Dean for so long he stopped hoping for it, for fear of not having it killing him.
“Michael was always reading your mind,” Dean tells him around sweet, life-affirming presses of his soft mouth. “Imagine my surprise when he picked this up– that, that you wanted me like– like–”
“Like this?” Sam murmurs, climbing into Dean’s lap, folding his long limbs so he can eat at his brother’s mouth, drink from his lips, live off his sustenance alone.
Dean groans as Sam’s tongue trails the seam of his mouth. “He told me how you felt to– to hurt me, to make me turn away from you. But, god, Sammy– it– it just made me stronger, made me that much more determined to get back to you. So I could–”
“Have me?” Sam guesses. “God, Dean. Have me. Have me. I’m yours– to, to have. So have me.”
Dean moans against Sam’s pleading mouth, and he does what Sam asks. He has him.
ok, I’m going to put here some *pretending to be a couple* these are some of my faves, but I think I read more, sorry in advance and guys, feel free to add your favorites, sharing is caring! also the lovely tipsysamjust made a listHERE
The Truth In The Lie by flawedamythyst[AO3] Sam and Dean pretend to be gay lovers while they hunt a monster on a
bus tour of Nova Scotia. Oh, yes, it has all those clichés and more!
Trelawny by smalltrolven
50,000 – NC-17 re-established relationship. AU Post Season 8, all the
gates are closed, Sam and Dean rekindle their relationship thanks to a
case in Vermont involving a house that is there and is not.
Salt Water Cure by smalltrolvenSet after episode 10.5 “Fan Fiction”- Sam and Dean have to be pretend
boyfriends for a case which leads to many changes neither of them ever
expected.
Welcome to Sunrise Acres by dragonspell Situated outside of Phoenix, Arizona, Sunrise Acres boasted of being a
quiet, affluent gated community with all the latest amenities: a truly
better way of living. With a zero percent crime rate, the only real
problem according to residents were the coyotes that sometimes slipped
the fence and prowled the neighborhood. Of course, that was before
residents started disappearing and the dried out corpses starting piling
up in the desert. To hunt the creature responsible, Sam and Dean
become the newest couple at Sunrise Acres.
When It Crackles by lyra_wing A cult is rumored to be guarding the Fountain of Youth. Oh, and while
investigating it, Sam and Dean get roped into getting married. Yep.
Sam and Dean go undercover as a gay couple. And … they like it.
All I Need (Is You) by annie46A03 After the third trial is aborted, Dean takes Sam to hospital where he
recovers. Dean wants them to rest a while, he needs Sam to get better in
his own time so – with Charlie’s help – Dean takes Sam on a luxury
vacation to the sun-kissed beaches of Mexico. Charlie suggests their
cover should be as a gay couple and, reluctantly both brothers go along
with the plan. While they both rest, recover and for the first time in a
long time have normal lives, the brothers reconnect but in a way that neither of them ever expected.
Luna de Miel by afattribbleAO3 // PDFSupernatural Agents Sam and Dean
Winchester are sent to investigate a prominent law firm with suspected
werewolf activity. It’s supposed to be an easy case since Sam’s new to
the job, and Dean has been assured that they are just doing
reconnaissance. The first complication is the senior partner’s
assumption that they are married, not related. The second is that they
know jack squat about navigating office politics. The third is that
werewolves may not be the only supernatural creatures here. And the
fourth… is the same as the first; Dean just feels that it bears
repeating.
On the Cover of a Magazine by selecasharp Sam and Dean are called in to investigate the mysterious death of a
model at a photography studio in Michigan. The only way for them to get
in? Pose as models themselves – which is much easier said than done.
Striving For the Lightby majestic_shriek Trying to fight the good fight just keeps getting more complicated. It
only gets worse when Sam and Dean have to infiltrate another suspected
Leviathan stronghold: a newly built holiday complex in the Poconos;
lakeside cabins and all the holiday entertainment you could desire. The
only thing is, it’s a couples only resort. The lines between fantasy and
reality are already blurred for Sam. He can only struggle to keep up
the pretense of normality for so long before he breaks for good.
[mobi/epub]It took Dean
ten years, three drunken encounters, countless dropped hints, one really
hot sober encounter, and a sweet kiss for him to finally realise that
he was an idiot
(FLocked) Home Is Where The Heart Is by kuhekabirSam has secrets Dean doesn’t know about and this new paid hunt Dean has
found them, on a cruise ship for gay couples of all places, might turn
out to be a trap for the brothers. “We need to practice.” Dean said the
moment Sam walked through the cabin door. “Come again?” Sam asked, not
sure what Dean meant but not trusting the strange glint in his brother’s
eyes. Dean was up to something. “If we’re supposed to pull of being a
couple we need to practice being intimate
Somewhere in the vastness of the empty Zach is screaming THAT WAS ALL I HAD TO DO? ALL THAT WORK- AUs AND TIME JUMPS AND TRICKS AND KIDNAPPING- AND I COULD HAVE JUST…TAKEN SAM AWAY FROM HIM? ARE YOU KIDDING ME??
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