“I need a drink,” Dean moaned. “A really big, huge, fat drink! Or something of an herbal nature!”
Sam scoffed.
“What?” Dean half snarled, brow wrinkled.
“You tell me all this crap — spill all these feelings, and then do a complete 360 by saying you need a drink. You don’t want children with me?”
“Sammy, having a family with you isn’t the problem. Having a baby grow inside me that HAS to be cut out, sorta freaks me out. And besides, you were just freaking out. ‘I have to get out of here’ — so don’t get all pissy with me!”
Sam sighed. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to be a jerk. I mean, yeah, I’m freaked out to at the prospect of having a baby…but I also think that I would love to have a family with you.”
Dean flashed his sexy smile. “Yeah, it wouldn’t be so bad.”
“You mean that? You really don't mind the idea of having a family? I mean, you did say earlier that you didn’t want kids when we were outside.”
Dean stepped up close to Sam, “Those things I said to you…about my feelings? That was real Sam. I mean, you know I’m no good at all this love crap…but I know what I feel, and if we have kids, that’s great. I’m just a little freaked about it. I mean, men don’t have children. How in the hell do we get…get…”
“Pregnant?”
Dean shuddered at those words, but nodded.
Sam wrapped his arms around his brother, slipping his hands in the back pockets of his jeans, pulling him close. Dean struggled a bit, Sam wasn’t sure if he should be bothered by this, but then again, he knew his brother — public displays of affection were a big no go in the Dean Winchester book of acceptable behavior, regardless if they were invisible or not. “Can I kiss you?”
Dean stopped moving. He smiled and laughed, looking down. “You don’t ask someone if you can kiss them Sam, you just do it.” Sam pulled his hands slowly out of Dean’s pockets, his hands and fingers slowly ghosting up his back. When he reached the bottom of his shoulders, he slid them around to his chest. One of Sam’s hands went to just under Dean’s chin, pulling his head up, the other hand sliding around the back of his neck, pulling him close, their faces only inches apart. Dean lightly licked his lips, causing Sam to smile. Sam tilted his head to the right and pressed his lips to Dean’s.
It was a gentle, tender kiss. Dean’s hands came up to rest on Sam’s waist. Sam pressed his tongue against his brother’s lips, begging for entrance. When Dean opened his mouth to him, his tongue swept inside and his entire body shook as their tongues touched. This one seemed deeper and sexier than the earlier kisses.
When they pulled apart, Sam chuckled.
“What?”
“I always knew you’d be one hell of a kisser. I dreamt of kissing you for the longest time. Wanting to taste you, feel you under my body, wanting to make love to you. Hold you until morning comes.”
“Was it as good as your dreams?”
Sam pulled Dean to him and kissed him again, then hugged him close. “It was better.”
They stood there a moment, Dean allowing himself to be held. His hands were still on Sam’s waist, “Dean?”
“Hmm?” he asked — his face nestled on the side of Sam’s neck.
“Put your arms around me? It’s ok, I won’t break.”
Dean slid his arms around Sam’s body and held him tight. “Mmmm,” Sam moaned, “I like this. Feels nice.”
“I feel like a girl,” Dean laughed.
“Well you better get used to it. I like to cuddle. Especially after sex.”
Sam felt Dean’s face grow hot against his skin. “Are you blushing?” Sam asked, pulling away. He looked at Dean’s face - it was a little red.
“No, I’m not blushing!”
Sam smiled and pulled Dean to him again. He kissed him once more, this time the kiss growing deeper. Their tongues dueled for dominance. Sam, of course, relented and let Dean control the kiss. Dean moaned, pulling Sam against his body, gripping him tight.
When he pulled away, his lips traveled down to Sam’s neck while Sam’s hands went up into Dean’s hair. “Want you baby,” Sam groaned, “Want you so bad.”
Dean looked into Sam’s eyes, “Where?” he asked innocently. Sam smiled and grabbed Dean’s hand and pulled him through the house. He stopped, looking into each room. The first room was littered with toy trucks and cars and was obviously Bailey’s room. Across the hall in the second was a toddler bed, Natalie’s room. The third was quite masculine, their future selve's room. The room across from their room, was a guest room, but sitting in the corner was a crib, obviously for the new baby. The room just hadn’t been cleared out yet.
“Perfect, Dean purred as he pulled Sam inside and eased the door closed.
Dean pulled off his shirt and let it drop to the floor and walked to his brother. He reached between their bodies and pulled Sam's shirts off over his head. “You’re shaking, you sure you want…” Dean’s words were cut off by Sam’s mouth clamping down on his. They walked slowly to the bed, their lips never moving apart. Dean popped the button on Sam’s jeans and lowered the zipper. He slid his fingers inside the edge of his boxers, sliding around to the back. When he slid them inside and grasped Sam’s naked ass, Sam moaned loud, then somewhat of a chuckle escaped his lips. Dean pulled his head back smiling…"why are you laughing?”
“Because your hands are on my ass…it just hit me funny.”
Dean snorted out a laugh, and pulled his hands from Sam’s behind. “That didn’t mean I wanted you to stop.”
Dean walked to the window. “I think that we should wait Sammy. I mean, I’m not mad or anything, so don’t take it like that, ok? But if you’re gonna laugh when I touch you, I don’t think we’re ready for this.”
Sam walked up behind Dean and wrapped his arms around his waist, resting his head on his shoulder. “I think it was just nerves. I’ve never done anything like this, I’m just nervous. That doesn’t mean I don’t want to make love to you.”
Dean leaned his head back against Sam’s shoulder. “I love you Sammy. I really do, but…mmmm,” Dean moaned as Sam began to suck and tongue the little spot right behind Dean’s ear. Sam also started rocking his hips, his erection rubbing against Dean’s ass.
Sam slid his hands down to the button and zipper of Dean’s pants, his hand snaking down the front, dipping inside his boxers and grasping his brother’s hard cock.
Dean’s right arm came up to the back of Sam’s head, pulling his mouth to his. They kissed for what seemed like a lifetime as Sam gently but expertly stroked him.
When they stopped kissing, Dean pulled Sam’s hand back to the open air and pushed his own jeans down and then proceeded to relieve Sam of his. They made their way over to the bed and shared kisses and mutual exploration of each others bodies. Learning where each others hot spots were, where and how they liked to be touched.
Dean rolled on top of Sam’s body, and when their cocks touched for the first time, it was like an electric jolt coursed through their veins.
Dean began to move against his brother, the friction of their hardness causing them both to writhe. Dean began to kiss him, his tongue sliding against Sam’s. Then he moved to his neck, to his chest — lingering on his nipples for a bit, then moving lower. His tongue traced Sam’s six pack, his navel. When Dean finally took Sam in his mouth, Sam cried out — shooting his load down his brother's throat.
Dean wasn’t expecting it, but he managed to make it through without gagging and swallowed every drop.
Sam panted through the aftershock of his orgasm, his hand stroking the back of Dean’s head. “Oh…God! That was — that was…nughhh!” he grunted as another ripple of pleasure shook his body. “M’sorry that I, that I didn’t warn you. I just couldn’t talk. It was better than I imagined.”
Dean rested his head on Sam’s stomach. “So, it was good? I mean, you know — compared to other people that have…”
Sam crooked his finger, motioning for Dean to ‘come here’. Dean crawled up his body and laid on top of him. “It was the best one I’ve ever had.”
Dean kissed him. Sam rolled them until he was on top. He reached down between them, and wrapped his hand around Dean’s hard flesh. He began to stroke him again. “I love you,” Sam moaned against Dean’s lips.
“I love you, too,” Dean replied. “All my heart.”
Sam got to his knees and looked down at the beautiful naked body beneath him. He kneed Dean's legs apart and laid down flush against his body. Sam ran his fingers through his hair. “God you’re beautiful,” Sam whispered. “I love you so fucking much.”
Sam rolled to the side of Dean’s body and bent down and sucked the length of his brother into his mouth, his tongue swirling around the head, then dipping into the slit. Dean bucked his hips, “Oh Sammmmmmmy, yeah baby…oh God. Fuck yeah!” Dean practically yelled.
“Hmmmm, oh,” a quick breath of air was drawn in through those perfect fucking lips, then another, “hummmm…” Dean had a handful of Sam’s thick hair between the fingers on one hand while the other was gripping the white cotton sheet beneath him.
“Sam, m’there, gonna — gonna” and with a shout of “Fucking love you!!” Dean came, his body shaking uncontrollably, eyes rolling back in his head.
Sam crawled up beside Dean on the bed and laid his head on his chest and cuddled into his brothers warmth, and both men fell fast asleep.
~X~X~
Hours later, Sam woke first. "Hey..." he nudged Dean. "Baby, wake up."
"Mmm, don't wanna. Wanna stay like this forever."
Sam smiled, Dean's head was on his chest, one arm behind his back, the other around his waist. He even had one of his legs draped over Sam's. Basically, he was completely wrapped around Sam.
"We gotta get up and see about getting out of here. We can't stay here forever."
"K, but just a little while longer. To tired to move."
Sam pulled Dean's face up to his, kissed him gently. "So you are a cuddler."
"Shut up!" Dean laughed as he got out of bed. "Where the hell are my pants?"
"On the floor where you left them. Hell, where we both left them."
"No Sammy, there are NOT any clothes in this room!" Dean said, starting to panic.
Sam sat up, "What do you mean? Where the fuck are our clothes?"
"Don't know."
An hour ago
Sam walked into the guest room, as he remembered that the door was open the last time he walked past there. He figured that Bailey must have closed it, or maybe Dean. He was, after all, doing werid things since he'd gotten pregnant again. Why not add an OCD of closing open doors?
Sam paused when he saw clothes on the floor. "What the??" he asked to the empty room. Then he saw the bed, it was a mess. He walked over to the clothes and picked them all up and headed to the laundry room, figuring that he would make the bed later, and bitch at whoever messed it up.
Present
"Sam, I an NOT going back to our time naked! My luck, I'll plop down in the middle of the Mall Of America in the fucking food court! I mean fuck, this is a nightmare come true!!!"
Sam tried to hold back his laughter. But it didn't work.
"It's not funny SAM!"
"Oh, Dean! I love you, do you know that?" he giggled. "We are still us in the future, I'm sure that their clothes will fit us?"
"I want MY clothes. And my jacket, where the fuck is my leather jacket???"
"Maybe someone picked them up and did something with them."
"Oh so our clothes are visible if they aren't on us?" he asked sarcastically.
Sam only shrugged. "It's a thought. I mean where else could they have gone?"
~X~X~
Minutes later, both were dressed in their older counterparts clothing. Dean was smirking. "I'm glad to know that I still have some taste!!" as he looked down at his Ramones t-shirt.
They decided that they would go back out to the woods where they were when they first got to the future, hoping that they would end up back where they belong.
It took a little coaxing on Dean's part, though. Sam wanted to wait and see their next child being born. Dean wouldn't have it.
~X~X~
They approached the area where they were when they both were plunged to the ground. "Fuck a duck!!! There's NOTHING here!!" Dean shouted. "I WANT TO GO FUCKING HOME!!!!! YOU HEAR ME? OPEN THE FUCKING TIME PORTAL AGAIN YOU FUCK!!!!"
Sam snorted. "Who are you talking to?"
"The powers that be?"
"Dude, we're not in an episode of Angel!"
Dean laughed, "You watched Angel?"
"Why not, you watched Buffy!!!" Sam accused.
"Yeah, but that Sarah chick was hot!" Dean shrugged.
"Naw.. you probably like Xander!"
Sam got punched for that one.
There was a low rumble echoing through the forrest. Both men started turning around where they stood, trying to find the source of the noise.
Suddenly they were both pulled into the air...once again tumbling, twisting and turning in the pearly orb.
~
Their bodies slammed into the ground.
"Remind me to kill whoever did this to us!" Dean bitched as he got to his feet.
They looked around, everything looked similar to before, except the trees were taller. Bigger. Older.
"Dean?"
"Yeah?"
"I think we went further into the future."
TBC...
Future Generations by sammyndeansgrl