It was always the same, everywhere they went, every town, every bar, diner, gas station, laundromat, grocery store, church, what have you. No matter where they ended up, there was always a crowd of women around Dean.
It used to make Sam jealous. Once, he was so angry he poured a full pitcher of beer on some no-name slut in a no-name bar in the latest no-name town. Dean simply smiled that come-fuck-me smile of his, grabbed Sam by the hand and walked out the door. Then he fucked him against the Impala in the parking lot. Afterwards, when they were back in their dingy little motel room, laying entwined together in their bed, he told Sam he didn't have to be jealous of him.
"I'm always going to come home with you, Sammy. There is no one else for me. I love you, and only you." The words were spoken with passion and love.
"But Dean, it makes me crazy to see you flirt with all those...SLUTS! I can't stand watching countless women throw themselves at you. I just wanna beat the shit out of someone or something," Sam told him.
"Sam, it isn't intentional. It's just me, a part of who I am. But you know something? I actually find it a bit funny. I sometimes wonder what they'd think if they knew I was in love with a man. They all try their hardest, lay it all out for me to see, sometimes literally, and they haven't the vaguest clue that I don't give a flying fuck who they are or what they have under their clothes. You have nothing to be jealous over, dude. I mean, I kinda like it, but I don't want you getting yourself into trouble over something so stupid." Sam's heart warmed at his brother's words.
"Dean-" Sam began.
"Do you really want to go to jail for pouring beer on some bitch at a skank bar in some podunk town?" Dean asked him.
"No, but-"
"Ok, then, let it go. I'm yours and yours alone. Forever." And he kissed Sam's mouth wide open.
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Sam watched the events at the bar unfold from a dark corner of the pub. Watched as four women surrounded Dean, all vying for the prize of taking him home at the end of the night. The redhead was the worst; she was so fucking fake. No matter what Dean said, or to whom he said it, she would flick her hair and kick her head to the side, then add a little high-pitched laugh that no doubt grated on the nerves of everyone in the place. It grated on Sam's nerves, anyway. Then there were the two brunettes, who appeared to be sisters. They were dressed worse than common streetwalkers: micro mini's (on asses WAY too big to wear them), halters, fishnet stockings, you get the picture. Total cumwhores. And the blonde? Well, let's just say that everyone in the bar knew what her tits looked like, because they were practically falling out of her mostly-unbuttoned blouse. She kept touching Dean, on the arm, the shoulder, running her fingers along his jawline. Sam didn't like it at all, but he pushed it down, remembering what Dean had told him months ago: he doesn't have to be jealous of him.
He couldn't hear everything that was being said, of course, but occasionally, he picked up things like "...so attractive" and "...really nice muscles". God, how he wanted to puke. They kept buying drinks for Dean, too. He was still sipping on the one he'd bought for himself, four others waiting on him. He wouldn't touch those, though, Sam knew. That was like accepting the invitations they were throwing at him.
After about two hours and the umpteenth time the fucking blonde put her hands on Dean's face, Sam decided he'd had enough. It was time to make his move. He hoped Dean wouldn't be angry with him. He didn't even know that Sam was there. He thought he had stayed behind; he told Dean he wanted to do some research. A little white lie on Sam's part; he wanted to sneak in and watch. He'd done it a couple other times, and realized that it made him really hot spying on Dean in this way.
Sam unfolded his long form from his spot in the corner and walked toward the bar. He pushed himself between Dean and the redhead. She was not a happy camper, huffing her displeasure and giving Sam an awful sneer when he excused himself to her.
"Two Pacifico's with lime, please," he told the bartender, then turned his head to look at Dean.
If Dean was surprised, he didn't show it. He simply looked back at Sam, his expression mildly amused.
"That'll be ten bucks," the barkeep told Sam. He gave him fifteen, then turned to face Dean, his back to the bitchy redhead. The sister ho's, standing back, arms crossed, were glaring at Sam like he was seriously the stupidest person in the room. The blonde simply placed one arm around Dean, hooking her hand onto his shoulder, and put her other hand on his arm protectively, insinuating to Sam that Dean was not available.
Looking at his brother as if there were no one else alive, Sam said "Hi, gorgeous. Would you like a beer?"
With a strange hissing sound first escaping her lips, the blonde told him "Honey, please, this is a real man. He doesn't climb that kinda tree."
Sam ignored her, staring into Dean's mossy green eyes, watching a slow, sexy smile creep onto his face.
"Sure," Dean responded.
Incredulous, the redhead said "Hey, you're interrupting our conversation, buddy! Wanna take your ass back to where you came from? He's not gay, ok?"
Sam ignored this as well, pushing the beer toward Dean.
Setting his empty glass aside, Dean took the beer and squeezed the lime into the neck of the bottle. He then wrapped his lips around the tip and pulled a long draft from it.
"We got you more scotch!" said one of the sisters.
"Yeah, ain't you gonna drink ours first?" asked the other.
Pulling the bottle from his beautiful bee-stung lips, Dean looked at Sam and said "Thanks, this is good stuff."
To say that Dean's fan club was indignant would be putting it mildly. Sparks were shooting from all four sets of eyes, directly at Sam.
"So, what's your name?" Sam asked Dean.
Patented, cocky grin firmly in place, he answered "I'm Dean. And you are?"
"Yours," replied Sam.
"Oh please," a brunette huffed. "You've already been told, he ain't a fag you big homo!"
Sam smiled at Dean, barely able to keep from laughing. Dean grinned back.
Closing the distance between them and pushing the blonde off of his brother, Sam moved to within centimetres of Dean's mouth. "Wanna get out of here?" he asked him, then snaked his tongue out, tracing over the line of his lover's lips.
"Sure, let's go," Dean said in response, kissing Sam passionately in full view of everyone in the pub.
Right then, the perfect MasterCard commercial could have been made, because the looks on all four slutty faces was: PRICELESS.
Taking Dean's hand and walking away from the bar, Sam started for the door. Dean, however, pulled him up short, causing Sam to give him a very questioning gaze.
Dean turned back to the four gape-mouthed women he'd left behind. "You're right, ladies. I'm not gay. But I AM in love with my brother, here."
Sam, as well as everyone else in the place, just stared at Dean, and nothing could be heard except the crass garbage emanating from the jukebox.
"C'mon, Sammy...want you so bad," Dean said breathlessly, grinding himself against Sam and pulling him to his lips. Their kiss could have melted glass.
Without further adieu, both boys turned and walked out the door, leaving a very shocked audience behind them.
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Once outside, they hurried to the Impala, Sam pushing Dean roughly against the side of her. "Want you," he gasped, grinding his hard cock against Dean's hipbone, sucking Dean's lower lip into his mouth, palming his brother's stiff shaft through its denim prison.
"No, Sammy, not here..." Dean said pulling up for air. "I don't want those sick fucks watching us," he said, nodding his head back at the crowd that had gathered outside the door to stare at them. "This is about us, and I want to be alone with you when you cum inside me."
It took all of thirty seconds for Sam and Dean to get into the car and for Dean to tear from the parking lot, slinging gravel everywhere. He sped down the dark road, wanting to get to their room as fast as he could.
Sam was all over him, sucking his earlobe, biting his neck, rubbing his raging hardon.
"Saaaaaaaaammy, baby, you gotta stop or I'm not gonna last longer than a snowball in hell," Dean panted in a ragged voice.
"Oh God, baby, want you so much," Sam answered roughly, sliding his tongue up and down Dean's neck.
Dean skidded the Impala to a stop outside their door, and they were both out of the car and at the room in seconds. Sam fumbled with the key, finally getting the door unlocked and turning the knob. They pushed inside, and Dean kicked the door shut behind them.
Slamming Dean against the wall, Sam yanked off his brother's jacket, then his tshirt, swiftly attaching his hungry lips to Dean's nipples one by one and sucking hard, bringing them to stiff pink peaks.
"Oh God, Sammy, you're killing me...." Dean rasped, kicking off his Doc's
Sam dropped to his knees, pulling at the buttons on Dean's jeans, tugging the pants roughly down once they were unhitched. Dean's massive erection popped into view immediately. Sam looked up at Dean with dark eyes, pupils blown wide with lust. "Commando?" he asked Dean with a growl, pulling his jeans the rest of the way off.
"Mmmmhmmm," was all he could get out in response, as Sam had begun circling the head of Dean's dick with his tongue. "Oh, fuck baby, yeah...." Dean ground out.
"Bed. Now." Sam commanded him.
Complying, Dean jerked the covers down and crawled onto the bed, pushing up against the headboard, bending one leg up, leaving the other stretched out.
Sam was busy getting naked, but his eyes never left Dean, who was now fisting his cock in a slow and sultry way, tempting Sam, tantalizing him, daring him to come to him.
"Fuck, Dean, you make me so fucking hard baby, I'm gonna take you high, make you scream...." Sam managed in a smoldering voice. He was on his hands and knees at the end of the bed, making a slow ascent to where Dean was reclined. Watching Dean still jacking himself, Sam said "Uh uh, that's mine," and swatted Dean's hand from his own dick.
Sam's mouth descended on his brother's engorged cock again, sucking him to the base of it in one swift move. Dean moaned in response, and Sam moaned back, causing Dean to buck into his mouth, shuddering through an intense orgasm as he released his seed down Sam's throat. Sam took it all, not spilling a drop.
"Oh Sammy, I'm sorry, I-"
"No, it's ok, Dean. I love it when you cum in my mouth, I love sucking you till your juices explode inside me," he told his lover.
"C'mere," Dean said to him, pulling him atop himself. Cupping Sam's face tenderly, Dean kissed him, pushing his tongue in deep, tasting himself inside his brother and causing Sam to make little moaning sounds in the back of his throat.
"Oh, God, Dean, I love the way you kiss me," Sam told him pulling back.
"Then shut up and let me kiss you," Dean said in a harsh whisper.
Sam was granite-hard and it was beginning to be a bit painful. He wanted to fuck his brother urgently, but he was determined to wait for Dean to take what he wanted from him first. He felt Dean grow hard beneath him again, and was amazed how just kissing could make Dean respond so quickly. Sam moved a hand between their bodies, grasping Dean's dick and stroking gently.
"You're all hard for me again, aren't you baby?" Sam asked him.
"Oh God, Sammy, please, I need you inside me, now, PLEASE, WANT YOU!!!!" Dean cried out as Sam increased the pace against Dean's velvety cock.
Both men reached for the small bottle atop the nightstand at the same time, but Dean managed to grasp it before Sam could. "I wanna slick you up, baby," Dean said, voice dripping with pure sex. Sam almost came just hearing the tone of his lover's voice.
Dean encouraged Sam to his knees in front of him. Spying the voluminous bead of precum at the head of his massive cock, Dean thrust his tongue forward and licked it off, suckling the sensitive tip of Sam's dick, making him arch his back and push into Dean's sinful mouth all the way to the back of his throat, moaning "DeanDeanDeanDEAN!"
Dean let Sam's cock pop free of his mouth and licked his balls, then sucked them gently. "Fuck, Dean, don't make me cum, I wanna fuck you first," Sam panted in a jagged voice.
Flipping the lube open, Dean poured a generous amount into the palm of his hand, then used both his hands to warm the cool liquid. Grasping his brother's beautiful member, he began to slick him slowly, looking up at Sam through hooded eyes.
When he was finished, he handed Sam the bottle and started to turn over. Sam's massive hands stayed him, however. "No, I wanna watch you scream my name when I fill you up," he told Dean. Allowing a copious amount of lube to ooze over his fingers from the bottle, Sam watched Dean through lowered lashes. "I'm gonna fuck you so hard, so sweet, Dean," he said, pushing one large finger into Dean's tight ass.
A ragged breath escaped Dean's lungs as Sam moved his finger around, working him open. "M-more..." he cried in a hoarse voice, and Sam obeyed, adding another finger and rotating them inside his brother. "Now, Sam, please, I can't stand it...OHFUCKINGHELLGODJESUS!" he yelled as Sam's fingers brushed the edge of his prostate, making Dean see stars.
"Uh uh, wrong names baby," Sam growled, removing his fingers, causing Dean to cry out in protest at the sudden emptiness. Sam pulled him down a little, putting him flat on his back before him, and placed Dean's legs atop his shoulders. Sam teased Dean, firmly pressing his cock against his hole but not entering him. "Tell me," Sam whispered.
"Saaaam," Dean gasped between throaty breaths.
"Tell me, Dean," Sam commanded again.
"Oh God Sammy, fuck me baby, please, I want you in me..." he begged his brother, almost sobbing.
Pushing inside Dean all at once, Sam harshly whispered "Yeah, so tight, feels so good, I fucking love fucking you, Dean!" And he pulled out, leaving only the tip of his cock inside, ramming back in, slamming himself against his beloved again and again, increasing his pace and intensity until neither of them could hold back any longer.
"SAMMYMYGODFUCKLOVEYOUHOLYCHRIST!" tore loudly from Dean's mouth as his orgasm pushed him over the edge, making him shoot up his own belly. Sam followed him right over into the abyss, a loud and guttural cry escaping him as he unloaded into his brother.
They collapsed together on the bed, Sam still inside Dean, their harsh breaths filling the otherwise silent room.
Sam gentled himself from Dean, moving to his side. They lay, staring into each other's eyes, hands clasped above their heads, kissing occasionally, whispering words of love and passion for each other, and drifted off into peaceful slumber.
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The next morning, Sam awoke to find the bed beside him cold and empty. He heard the shower running, and decided he'd jump in with Dean so that they could both have hot water to bathe in.
Quietly pulling the curtain aside, Sam watched Dean stand under the jet spray, eyes closed, reveling in the warmth of the water that sluiced down his beautiful body.
"You like watching me, don't you Sammy?" Dean asked him, turning to look into his eyes.
"Oh yeah," Sam answered him, climbing into the shower, knowing this would lead to round two....
~FIN~
Want You by supernaturalgrl
Author's Notes:
Not much plot here. Hope y'all like it!