Three days. That’s how long it took them to finally kill the last hell spawn in this fucking swamp. Of course that meant they had spent 72 hours balls deep in muck. If Sam never saw mud again it would be too damn soon. Dean pretty much felt the same way as he burned the last creature’s carcass and trudged back to the car. Once back, they stripped and put on some clean clothes, doing their best to keep the crap on the outside of the car, and really not wanting to smell the foul stuff anymore.
They were both worn out, but Sam’s body was more accustomed to the lack of sleep than Dean’s and even though they had tried to sleep in shifts, the exhaustion was showing on Dean’s face. The fact that he didn’t argue with Sam when he said he would drive was another clue to just how tired he was. Taking the keys and sliding behind the wheel, Sam sighed as Dean curled up with his head resting on Sam’s thigh. Even if Sam was tired, filthy and bruised, Dean was there so it was okay. Sam draped an arm over Dean’s shoulder and finally worked the Impala out of this god-forsaken piece of land.
Sam drove for about an hour before seeing a town approaching. He figured it had to have some sort of motel. Exiting the highway, there it was a The Rest Easy Inn, and that was just fine. Dean didn’t even move as Sam carefully slid out of the car and went to get them a room. Given his appearance, getting a room was easier than he expected and Sam worried a little about his choice of motels. Hell, if it had a shower and a bed it would suffice.
Sam gently shook Dean awake, from past experience he knew to be careful. Randomly waking Dean Winchester was like defusing a bomb, you never knew what the hell would happen. Thankfully, Dean just grunted at him and folded himself out of the car.
“Go, I got this stuff,” Sam said as he pulled their duffels out of the trunk and motioned to the door.
“I can help; I’m not that tired ya know,” Dean grumbled.
“Yeah, okay. Just go shower, the quicker you get your ass out of there, I can get clean and go to bed.” Tonight the shower would be for function, later it would be for fun.
Sam heard the shower running as he brought in there duffels and locked the door. He really had to force himself to not to just lie down. He was so fucking tired. Sighing, he checked the door lock and laid a salt line. Windows were next and finally the ring around the bed. He took Dean’s knife and put it under the pillow and laid their guns on the nightstands.
That done, Sam’s body was giving out, it wanted to lie down, but he knew that would just get swamp crud on the bed, so he opted for one of the chairs. Sam didn’t hear the shower turn off, and barely heard Dean come out.
“Sam, go shower.” Dean was leaning over Sam, stroking his face with his hand.
“Nah, I can just stay here,” not opening his eyes. Sam really could just stay right there.
“Sam, really, go shower, you’ll feel better, and then you can curl up with me.” Dean kissed Sam’s forehead gently.
Okay, there was that incentive. Sam forced himself up and into the bathroom. It was good to wash the mud out of his hair and even though it was fast, he did feel better. Everything still hurt, but he was clean.
Sam came out and Dean was already going down. Sam smiled, glad that he had secured the room so Dean could just sleep. Lying next to Dean, Sam felt Dean pull him closer. Dean loved the feel of Sam’s still damp skin against his and just breathed in Sam’s scent as he drifted off. With a whispered I love you, Dean was gone. Sam followed in a minute.
Sleep had always been such a hard thing for Sam to do and even though he was exhausted, he woke up a few hours later feeling like he had just closed his eyes. Groaning to himself, he pulled the covers up and tried to will his body back to sleep. After half an hour, he rolled out from under Dean’s arm and just got up. He left Dean a note about getting breakfast so he wouldn’t worry and grumbled as he exited the room.
Sam yawned, five-thirty A.M. in some nowhere town and not much was moving. It was still dark, but he could see that despite their best efforts to keep the car clean, there was mud everywhere. Dean would not be happy; Sam smiled, figuring he might be able to do something about that.
With Dean’s warnings about the brushes at car washes in his head, Sam asked the manager about a hose and when the guy spotted the mess that was the Impala, he let Sam use it for free. Something about it being a shame that such a classic was so dirty. Sam smiled and shook his head; he just didn’t get the whole car thing. To him this was a car, metal and a motor, but to Dean ‘it’ was a ‘she’ and he loved her.
Sam pulled the car around and took the towels, soap, and sponges out of the trunk and set about washing Dean’s beloved. ‘Be careful to get the muck off first Sammy, shit in it could scratch her paint’ he could hear Dean saying as he carefully hosed her down. ‘Always start at the top and rub gently until she is clean, she doesn’t like a rough touch’ played in his head as he sponged the soap over the roof, letting it drip down the sides of the car. Sam repeated the process until every inch of the Impala was clean. Sam smiled at his handy work, and got the towels to dry ‘her’ off because ‘water spots were a bitch to get out of a black finish, Sammy.’ Figuring he still had some time before Dean would even think about waking up, Sam decided to wax her too, and two hours later, she was shining like the day she came off the showroom floor. Sam, however, was feeling every muscle in his overworked shoulders and it was only nine in the morning.
Sam tossed all the stuff in the truck and went to find some food. The town diner was just down the street. This place was like every other diner they had been in with Formica tables with metal trim, red vinyl booths with matching stools at the counter, oldies on every jukebox and it was freezing cold. Sam just ordered the usual bacon, eggs, hash browns, and double coffees and quickly paid. He was thankful the sun had come out.
Once back at their motel, Sam parked the car right in front of the door. Sam took the wet stuff out of the trunk and set it by the door for now. Taking the food in, he smiled at the fact that Dean really hadn’t moved. Sam tried to be quiet, but his motion through the room woke Dean anyway.
“Sam, what’s the matter, you should still be here, with me, sleeping,” Dean yawned as he was trying to talk.
“Nah, couldn’t sleep, went and got breakfast.” Sam smiled to himself that he had pulled off his little surprise.
“Should have told me, I could have worn you out a little more.” Dean grinning at Sam.
“I’ll just bet you could baby, I just bet you could.” Sam leaned in to kiss Dean, “You want food in bed,” another kiss “or the table?”
“Table, I guess,” Dean said as he crawled out of bed and pulled on some clothes. He sat down with Sam and ate. They planned their day as Dean watched Sam absent mindedly rub his neck. Dean finished his bacon and moved around behind Sam.
“Let me,” he said softly as he moved Sam’s hand and massaged gently into his shoulder muscles. “Geez Sammy, tense much…no wonder you’re sore.”
“Yeah, didn’t really sleep much last night.”
“Well relax now, just let your shoulders go limp,” he instructed as he increased the pressure. Sam groaned when he hit a particularly sore spot.
“Okay, just let me work on it.” Dean concentrated on that area and soon felt the muscle loosen.
“God that feels good,” Sam sighed.
“That’s kinda the whole point.” Dean pressed his thumbs along Sam’s neck up to the base of his skull, working his neck muscles as Sam leaned into Dean’s touch.
“Feel better?” Dean asked, not stopping the motion of his fingers as he worked his way back down to Sam’s shoulders.
“Much, you’re wonderful, you know that…” as Sam pulled Dean’s hand around and kissed his fingers.
“Yeah, I know. Come on let’s get out so we can get back sooner….” Dean flashed a devilish grin Sam’s way as he grabbed his razor and headed for the bathroom.
Sam changed into some clean clothes while Dean got washed up. Sam headed out first so he could see Dean’s face when he saw his car, shining in the sun.
Dean came out, closing the door behind him and stopped, his eyes opened wide at the sight of his car, clean and awaiting its master.
“Sammy, she’s beautiful again!” as Dean ran his hand over the fender, smiling. “I was going to wash her while you were at the library, but this is….” Dean was staring at the glossy finish like a man in love. It was a good thing Sam didn’t get jealous of a ton of metal, or at least not too jealous.
“Had a little time on my hands this morning, so I took care of her for you,” Sam smiled at Dean.
“Sammy, this is amazing!” coming back to Sam, kissing him. “She likes it when you take care of her, and so do I,” he said almost growling as he pulled Sam closer to him. Dean would thank Sam more privately later.
“*She* is important to you, so *she* is important to me.” Sam couldn’t quite get used to calling a car anything other than ‘it’, but he was trying.
Dean dropped Sam off at the library to check for new prospects and he set about restocking their supplies.
When Dean finished, he called Sam. Sam said he would be about another hour so Dean stopped at the bar for a beer.
The barmaid was flirting with him as usual, and he had to smile at the thought of her thinking she stood a chance. Sipping his beer, Dean thought about Sam. He wondered if Sam actually understood how it made him feel when Sam did things for him. Not big things, just little things that no one else would even think mattered. No one else ever cared about what made him happy, only Sam. Sam put Dean and his happiness first, above everything, and Dean knew that was love. Talking was not his strong point, but Dean was already planning a special ‘thank you’ for Sam for taking care of his other baby and as an added bonus he was pretty sure Sam would get some much needed sleep afterwards.
They finally got back to the room about seven and Dean was more than ready to set his plan into action.
“Why don’t you take a shower Sammy, I know you’re still sore. Hot water will help.”
“Your hands would help more,” Sam smiled wickedly at Dean.
“I’ll be in, go start; just something I need to do for a minute.”
Sam gave Dean a look, but headed into the bathroom. He stripped and adjusted the water temperature before stepping into the spray. It was hot and had surprisingly good pressure, a fact he hadn’t noticed last night, and he let the water pound against his skin. The heat was massaging his sore muscles and soothing the numerous bruises that had appeared.
Dean was quick; he made it back from the ice machine in less than two minutes and had his clothes off in less than one.
Sam heard the bathroom door quietly open and smiled anticipating his lover joining him. Sam went from semi-aroused to achingly hard just looking at the slightly hazy vision of Dean, naked on the other side of the shower curtain.
Sam looked up as Dean shifted the curtain and stepped in to join him. Before Sam could say a word, Dean pressed Sam against the wall and kissed him, his tongue darting between Sam’s lips.
“Feel good, baby?” Dean breathed onto Sam’s wet skin.
“mmmmhhhmmm,” was all Sam replied, letting the water and Dean’s tongue wash over him
“I want to thank you for all you do for me,” he said huskily, kissing his way across Sam’s cheek, “the way you always make me happy,” breathing into Sam’s ear, “for loving me and making me believe,” letting his tongue slip out and caress Sam’s skin.
God Dean had a talented tongue. He knew just what to do, where to do it, and for how long and the soft moans that surrounded him as he lavished attention on all Sam’s hot spots urged him on. Dean nibbled and licked the spot at the base of Sam’s ear, before descending lower to suck each nipple to a hard point, finally nibbling down Sam’s torso stopping to swirl his tongue gently into Sam’s navel, each touch sending a burst of sensations through Sam’s body as Dean slowly drove him to the brink of ecstasy.
As Sam’s knees buckled, he felt Dean’s hands move to his hips to steady him. “You taste so good baby,” Dean whispered as he continued to nibble at Sam’s belly.
Dean leaned in further, dropping his head and biting into the skin of Sam’s inner thigh. Sam jerked, the sharp tingle zinging through his nervous system, setting him on fire. “Dean please,” Sam groaned and Dean bit into this other thigh.
Sam shuddered, his entire body shaking as he steadied himself with the wall as Dean continued biting, then kissing his flesh.
“Dean, GodpleaseDean, touch me.” Sam thrust his hips, reaching for the release that was right fucking there.
Dean’s mouth toyed with Sam’s cock for a moment, his lips just grazing across the head, and making Sam tremble.
“Not yet, Sammy, not yet….wait for it,” he said as he let his hands play along Sam’s sides, teasing the flesh with his fingers. Dean worked his way back up Sam’s body with his hands, pinching when he reached his nipples making Sam’s body shudder.
“Please Dean....please,” Sam was practically growling, desperate for release.
“What do you need Sammy?” Dean murmured in between kissing and biting at Sam’s collarbone.
Sam was moaning nonsense; that only happened when he was right on that razor’s edge of coming, Dean wanted him to stay there awhile longer.
“C’mon baby, what do you need?” Dean purred, sinking to his knees, ready to give Sam what he knew he would ask for. Still not touching his cock, Dean massaged small circles along Sam’s inner thighs, pushing him just a little closer, but not yet over the edge.
“Dean….need to come….pleaseGodIneedto! ” Sam begged, he needed to come right the hell now, he was so hard he could feel it every time his heart beat.
Dean took Sam completely into that warm wonderful mouth of his and Sam’s head smacked the tile wall as he arched. Dean swallowed Sam’s cock, working the muscles in his throat and moving his tongue along the vein as Sam’s thrusts grew sharper, more frantic, and the steady stream of sounds Sam had been making broke into nothing more than partial moans and Dean’s name as Sam finally came in a hot blast down Dean’s throat. Dean sucked him until he felt Sam’s body start to slide down the wall.
“It’s okay Sammy, I got you,” Dean said, holding Sam as he stood , taking him in a tight embrace, whispering into Sam’s ear, nibbling at his neck letting him calm.
Dean kissed his brother deeply, letting Sam taste the mix of their flavors as the water continued to pour over them, washing away the day, their pain, and leaving only love.
“Want you in me baby,” Sam whispered when they broke their kiss.
“Soon lover, I’m not done with you yet,” and damn if Sam didn’t feel his cock twitch at that thought.
They quickly finished up and headed for the bed. They rolled around just enjoying the feel of each other. They kissed slower, enjoying the heat from tongues clashing, searching for each other. Sam arched, bringing as much of his body into contact with Dean as he could. Dean finally rolled them so he was on top and stretched Sam’s arms over his head while kissing him. Dean let himself get lost in everything that was Sam. This was all he ever needed. Sam here, with him, like this, and nothing else mattered. Letting his arms trail down Sam’s side, Dean traced the hard lines of his muscles with his fingers. Dean felt Sam moving under his body, and loved the thought that this was only for him. Only Dean could ever elicit such pure pleasure from Sam.
Sam stroked his hands along Dean’s back, twining around his neck, biting down on his collarbone, marking Dean as his. Sam moved his hand around to pinch Dean’s nipples. He worked them between his fingers, playing with them. Dean had his head thrown back, moaning as he thrust his hips against Sam’s, sending waves of pleasure through them both. Sam reached down and stroked Dean’s cock, rubbing along the slit, feeling the silky fluid gathering there.
“Sammy, so good baby, so good.” Dean could feel himself lose a little control and he was not nearly done with Sam, so he broke the connection of their bodies and reached to the nightstand.
“Hold still for me baby, try not to move.”
Sam heard the noise, but it didn’t immediately register what it was. It registered instantly when he felt the jarring cold on his skin. Dean had ice cubes in his hand and was rubbing them on his stomach. Sam tried to wriggle away, but Dean held him in place.
“Jesus Dean, that’s cold!”
“I know baby, give it a second, it’ll be good.” Dean removed the ice and looked at Sam.
“It’s fire and ice, Sammy. The fire is my hot tongue licking your body, my fingers giving you pleasure. The ice is a shock; cold, slow, and sliding. The combination will drive you wild. Let me….you just let go.” Sam moaned his consent as Dean leaned over as kissed him. Just the thought of what Dean could do had him melting faster than the ice.
Dean slowly worked the ice up Sam’s torso, followed closely by his tongue. Within seconds the sensation of Dean’s tongue had Sam thrusting his hip slightly, needing more. As the fire in Sam got going, Dean suddenly switched to the ice cube, dowsing the flame slightly with a sting that was more pleasure than pain. The sudden feel of cold, wet liquid teased Sam and the melting ice trickling down his sides felt incredible. Dean hot lips were on him again, tracing the trail of the melted ice, causing his blood to surge and his arousal to grow. Dean expertly moved the ice around Sam’s nipples, teasing one with the ice while he sucked the other. Sam was writhing within minutes, pleasure radiating through his skin, shooting directly into his cock.
“Dean…can’ttakemuchmore, please” Sam moaned as his hands fisted into the sheets.
“Yes you can, baby….it will be so good,” as Dean moved lower, holding the ice in his hand, letting it melt into Sam’s navel. Each drip caused Sam’s body to shudder. “GodDeanfuck!" Sam moaned as Dean licked the pooling water out with his tongue. Sam was rock hard and Dean hadn’t even touched his cock.
“God Dean, please!” Sam was begging for something, anything.
“Sammy, I got you, it’s okay, baby.” Dean ran a hand across Sam’s stomach, but all that did was drive Sam further, he bucked up and groaned when Dean’s hand stopped just above his cock and Dean rose up.
“Dean….Dean I-Ineed ….” Sam whimpered as Dean lubed his fingers.
“Shhh, I know what you need, Sammy.” Dean needed it too, he was achingly hard.
“You want me Sammy? I want you so much, want to feel the heat inside you.” Dean was reaching for the lube knowing how much his talking aroused Sam.
Dean pushed two fingers into Sam, working them slowly, deliberately deeper, feeling Sam push back into his touch. Sam moaned as Dean scissored his fingers, loosening the tight ring of muscle that gripped his fingers, he wiggled his finger along the bundle of nerves that sent pleasure zinging along Sam’s spine. Once Dean had the angle right, he grabbed another ice cube and simultaneously stroked Sam’s prostate as he held the ice cube, melting it in his hand, letting it drip onto Sam’s cock. Over and over, he stroked while the ice cube dripped onto the head of Sam’s cock. Sam’s world was going gray at the edges, becoming only Dean’s fingers in him and what that ice cube was doing to him.
“FuckinghellJesusDean” Sam yelled, arching off the bed; the sensation of the water running around the head of his cock, descending down the sides was overwhelming his senses. Dean stilled his fingers inside Sam. He knew how far gone Sam was. He moved his other hand to the sensitive tip of Sam’s cock and just teased the now hypersensitive nerve endings there. Sam felt his balls tighten and draw up as Dean fingertips slid gently around the ridge, just tracing and retracing the same circle of nerves.
“Now, Dean Godpleasenow!” Sam's voice was deep, ragged with desire. Dean knew if Sam’s eyes had been open they would be blown wide and dark with his need.
Dean removed his fingers and stroked himself, slicking his cock, careful not to stroke too hard. Sam hissed when Dean pushed in, but locked his legs around Dean forcing him in; Sam needed the feel of Dean inside him more than he had needed anything in his life and the pain of penetration was quickly replaced with exquisite pleasure. Dean knew Sam was on the edge again, and Dean pounded into him.
The feel of Sam’s body clenching around him, tight, hot and perfect drove Dean closer to his own climax. “God Sammy, so perfect,” each snap of Dean’s hips rocking them, and pounding into Sam’s prostate until Sam was writhing. They were both lost to the outside world. All that existed was their need for each other, their passion and love.
“D-Deannn,” Sam forced out, even that one word was difficult for his brain to form and he mumbled something he hoped Dean will understand as “Moreharderpleaseharder” since all ability for rational speech was pretty much gone.
Finally, “ohthankfuckingGod” finally Dean stroked Sam’s cock hard, twisting at the tip, running his thumb over the slit. Sam could only throw his head back and arch his body into a perfect arc of desire.
“Now Sammy, want you now,” Dean practically growled with another thrust against Sam’s prostate and a hard stroke of Sam’s cock.
Sam groaned Dean’s name again, and pushed back against each thrust. One more thrust and stroke sent them both spiraling as they both came. Dean’s hand stroked Sam tightly, pumping the white creamy fluid over his hand onto Sam’s belly as his body clenched at Dean’s cock, milking his orgasm from him. They seemed to climax forever as their bodies wrung their passion out in one hot burst after another.
“OhJesusSammy,” Dean moaned as he let his body fall on top of Sam; they stayed like that, feeling their hearts beating rapidly in time with each other, breathing slowing to something close to normal, until Dean finally moved. Dean carefully pulled out of Sam, eliciting a groan from both of them. Dean rolled onto his side and Sam moved closer, curling into his brother’s chest already falling asleep.
Dean held him whispering “I love you, my baby,” and placing small kisses on the top of Sam’s head. Sam smiled against Dean’s chest and whispered “love you” before sliding into sleep completely.
They were covered in sweat and come, but Sam wasn’t letting Dean move, holding tight to his brother as he slept. That really didn’t matter as Dean’s fingers slid through Sam’s damp hair, his breathing falling into a rhythm with Sam’s and he drifted into a deep sleep.
Neither one moved for hours, they were completely sated and content just to sleep.
Taking care of his "baby" by sammysslave
Author's Notes:
There is a little plot, but it is really just to get to the lovin'. Supernaturalgrl did the beta and we all know she is wonderful!! (She also provided encouragement as I was a little nervous about this one.) Sivan Shemesh shared the bunny of Dean w/ice cubes and I hope she and you enjoy it!!!