The tender love of Dean and Sam. Supernatural Love, Dean and Sam Winchester
I close my eyes and the whole world falls dead. I lift my eyelids and everything is reborn again
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing or characters: Dean/Sam - (Dean after HELL)
When People Don't Agree on Essentials, They Agree on Sex
Dean looked at his brother, dumbfounded, and then at the car.
Baby, what did he do to you? - Dean looked at Sam menacingly
But there is no serious damage! Just scratches!” Sam threw up his hands.
What was not enough was for you to crash the car, and also for you to
over-injured?! – Dean was righteously indignant.
- And anyway, how did you manage?
- The cat jumped out onto the road, a girl ran after her, I turned, and ahhh there was a hydrant.
What the hell, Sammy this early?
Dean, I'm sorry.
You’ll apologize to the baby,” Dean snorted angrily.
What-oh? Are you kidding me, impaled maniac!?
Sam turned sharply and walked towards the hotel.
- Sammy, Sammy come here. I said to me, - my brother’s disobedience outraged and turned on Dean.
Sam's reaction failed him. Sam didn't expect Dean to jump up so quickly and hug him tightly by the shoulders. Sam gasped at the open embrace. Dean
pressed his groin to Sam’s buttocks and, in a voice trembling with excitement, hissed into the back of his head:
Sammy. I want you. Sammy...
“To hell with the hydrant, to hell with the girl with the cat, I love you, obnoxious boy,” a hurricane flashed through his head, completely blocking all information from his life and automatically tuning into Sam’s vibrations.
Sam burst out loudly:
- Enough... Diiin. I'm tired of all this... you know. You see, he wants to, and you asked me... huh?” Sam frowned and took a fighting position, devouring his heated brother with his gaze.
Sam's resistance was like an aphrodisiac for Dean, the more he kicked, the stronger the desire.
Dean went for a break, knocking Sam in the leg, deftly dodging a heavy fist, and together they rolled head over heels on the ground damp from the summer rain. Dean easily held his position, and Sam didn't resist much, looking into each other's eyes, their lips parted in smiles.
Dean groaned, capturing Sam's mouth with his hot lips and biting his bottom lip vindictively.
“Dain son of a bitch, it hurts... back off, you freak,” Sam, like in childhood, bit and struggled, but the vampire’s kiss poisoned him, forcing him to succumb to his brother’s pressure.
They often played like this.
For example, in Utah, they had rimming on the roof of a skyscraper. Sam held on to the handrails that separated him from free flight, and he really almost flew away, Dean did that...
Nebraska. It was a total blast after they destroyed the remnants of the vampire clan and Dean was completely blown away...
They were in the sauna, relaxing like that until Dean's mind clicked. Sam became his target for hunting. HE caught Sam on the way out. Sam resisted and squealed like a girl. Dean spread him out on the soft carpet and, with an animal roar, literally licked every inch of his body, showering his body with hot sperm at the end.
After Dean went to hell, he treated his nervous breakdowns and depression with SEX. At first it was girls from local bars, and then he met Sammy, or rather, he discovered the other side of his brother, and they began to share, almost always, their personal space.
It all started in Mena in Bangor, they stirred up a demon's nest.
Crowley's dissatisfaction and Cass's indignation, to Crowley's dissatisfaction, were of universal proportions, while black fought with white...
Dean and Sam, having forgotten about apocalyptic things, continued to live, or rather survive, in this demonic-angelic shit called life.
Sammy, let’s get out of here,” Dean grabbed Sam’s hand, breathing heavily, dragging Sam along with him.
Crowley watched the Winchesters from an invisible position, these two suckers were sitting in his liver. He hated them to the core, but sometimes he liked to watch them like this.
The trio: Impala, Dean and Sam were across the throat, but Crowley's hands were tied.
The car is a huge connecting link, the tenderness and love that Dean feels for a piece of scrap metal.
Crowley couldn't understand... this love. Brotherly love, which he could not step over, and get these annoying boys out of the way.
Heaven gave them lifelong immunity, and this infuriated Crowley so much.
And no matter what he did, it all rested on this defense, invisible to him. The Winchesters always came out of the streams of sweat and blood, scraps of rotting flesh, “dry”, and after a couple of days, smiling again, they wet the evil spirits that appeared on their way.
“...bastards,” Crowley hissed, vengefully devouring the fleeing brothers with his gaze.
Where are you going in such a hurry? – Sam muttered, stumbling and massaging his bruised knee as he walked.
“I have a feeling that someone is watching us,” Dean glanced sideways.
“Yes, let them kill us, they won’t dare, I heard what Crowley said,” Sam chuckled smugly, stopping.
- Crazy, what are you talking about? Since when do you believe in a demon?
Dean put his index finger to Sam's lips and pressed his head against Sam's shoulder. It came out somehow innocently, childishly, but Sam was touched on the other side, washed over from head to toe, with something soft, gentle, exciting, and he suddenly remembered Crowley’s words, his cheeks flushed:
“Oh, damn,” he whispered, turning away.
Sam, surprised by his brother’s prank, arched over and looked into his face; his whole body was bent. Dean hugged Sam and burst into boisterous laughter.
-Are you crazy? - Sam said smiling.
“Nah, I really like having these fucking lizards,” Dean stared at him, wiping his eyes from tears.
“I want to eat and sleep... let’s go already, otherwise I’m not responsible for myself,” winking at Sam, he headed towards the impala.
They sat down, the car whined pitifully, creaking in every way.
- What, my baby, are you bored? – lovingly stroking the panel.
“Ugh, I’m going to be sick,” Sam grimaced.
“Shut your ears, freak,” Dean quipped, grinning, stroking the steering wheel.
- Fool... - said a play on words
“Cocksucker,” Dean said calmly and started the car, looking triumphantly at his brother.
“Peda pig…” Sam hissed at Dean without looking.
-Bastard =)
- PMS bitch... - Sam chuckled
“The goat is comatose,” Dean laughed.
- Horseradish on a spit...
“Asshole,” Dean glanced at Sam, suppressing his laughter. Driving out onto the highway, he pressed the gas pedal to the floor.
“The cheese is standing...fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuDean,” Sam laughed.
“Fetishist,” pressing the pedal harder, continuing to pick up speed.
-Assfucking, =))
-Cum swallow...
-FU, Diin!
-FIIII, SAEM!
They laughed for a long time.
We stayed in some shabby hotel.
Lounging comfortably on their beds after a hearty dinner.
“Dean, what did Crowley mean when he said that he knows everything about your secret desires,” Sam raised himself on his elbow and looked intently, oh-oh yes it’s Sam, he always did that when it came to something personal and unknown to him.
“You’re a fucking telepath, so let’s pick my brain, maybe you’ll come,” Dean stretched, giggling, turning away from Sam, enjoying the softness of the bed, and put his hands under the pillow with pleasure.
“And I’ve already dug deeper...” Sam said quietly.
Dean shuddered, was overcome with cold, then heat, perspiration covered his face, but having pulled himself together, he slowly turned to him, and as if not understanding anything, he yawned:
- And How?
Sam quickly moved over to Dean.
-Dean and how long ago? – Sam said, swallowing convulsively.
The proximity of Sam was tense, he stood up from the rickety and groaning bed, throwing away Sam's hand.
And it dawned on Sam that he remembered Dean's attempts to touch him during the hunt. How jealous he was of his girls, although at the same time he clapped him on the shoulder approvingly and smiled happily. His heart began to beat wildly.
Dean walked over to the crumbling refrigerator, took out a beer, and remained silent with a frown.
-Tell Dean, is this true?
Sam stood up and walked up to his brother, he felt Sam with every cell of his body, he was afraid to turn around and look into his eyes. The attraction to Sam was frantic, and the desire was so strong that all the sincerity and lustfulness came through his “Dean” mask, outward.
Sam took his hand, but Dean broke free and pushed away from his brother with force. He rushed to the exit, the cowardice of confession getting the better of him. Dropping his beer as he walked, tripping over a stool, cursing as he did so, he tried to hide his shame and resentment.
He kept his passion for his brother for so long, and this complete, unfucked demon of the crossroads broke the “seal” on his secret.
The time has come and everything was revealed, like in poker.
And Sam, that little idiot, thought he had the right to stick his nose into what Dean had hidden so deeply. Already on the way out, Sam slammed him into the door with all his weight.
Dean relaxed, batting his eyelashes, his green eyes wide open. Sam forcefully turned his brother towards him. There were no emotions on his face, he just calmly looked into his eyes.
Dean looked away guiltily.
Sam squeezed him tightly in his arms, it was stuffy and tight, making Dean begin to choke.
“Are you crazy, let me go,” breaking the hug forcefully, Dean growled at Sam.
Sam continued to look at his confused brother in a fatherly manner.
- WHAT? - Dean drawled, not knowing what to do with himself.
“Yeah, okay, Dean, let’s go to bed,” Sam said very quietly.
“Uh-huh,” Dean agreed, “and we’ll forget about it,” he snapped sharply, sticking his index finger in front of Sam.
- Whatever you say, dude... - Sam fell onto the bed.
They both lay awake, listening to each other's breathing.
Closer to lunch they woke up.
Dean tossed and turned for a long time, Sam hit the town for juicy burgers for Dean, and a huge pie for himself, with cabbage and tomatoes.
“Get up, animal...” Sam said, placing delicious-smelling treats on the table.
Dean sat up on the bed, opening his eyes.
“Is it already evening?” Dean asked sternly, unbuttoning his shirt as he walked, he headed to the bathroom.
-Dinner.
-U.
We dined in silence. Sam turned his attention to his laptop, peering carefully, then said:
“There’s something waiting for us in Wyoming,” Sam said with pleasure, rubbing his huge hands and closing the beech, looking at Dean as if nothing had happened.
- And what's there? – Dean asked calmly, wiping his hands and lips on a napkin.
-Ghost. In the bathroom….
“Whose?” Dean perked up.
“I’ll explain everything on the way,” Sam muttered as he collected his things.
Three hundred miles across the vast Motherland, it’s like an endless favorite song.
They chatted about everything, and it seemed to Dean that Sam didn't care about yesterday's scene.
And he sighed with relief.
Dean.
-Yes Sammy.
“I want to ask,” turning to Dean, Sam seemed to blush at Dean.
- Go ahead.
- In general... Do you want me? - thunder rolled through the car. Dean batted his eyelashes, stroking the wide road surface, and turned his gaze to Sam.
The Impala was expertly parked to the side of the road.
“Explain,” Dean said, playing with his nodules, squeezing his hands on the steering wheel.
“Okay, I won’t beat around the bush,” his eyes widened, the steel shade beautifully colored his boundless gaze.
-I know that you see me not only as a brother...
An explosion of emotions deafened Dean, a cacophony of sounds, completely blowing his mind...
“Sammy...” Dean began, but Sam covered his mouth with a wide palm, eagerly peering into his brother’s eyes.
“I want to be with you,” Sam continued, “in principle, I’m already with you, but that point that we have never discussed, I want to include it in our relationship.”
Sam was shaking all over.
-This point is that we should fuck, or what? - Dean was amazed, the trembling was transmitted through Sam to him.
“Why did we fuck right away?” Sam said, “they were just closer to each other.”
“It’s like that,” he looked at Sam incomprehensibly.
Sam leaned towards him:
“Sam, don’t you dare... don’t touch me,” Dean ordered harshly, moving away indignantly.
“I won’t touch you,” Sam shook his head, but his hand was already on his brother’s unshaven cheek.
The fingers of the other hand stroked the trembling, parted lips.
Sam reached for his brother's lips.
“Sammy... don’t try, don’t...” Dean groaned, offering his lips for a kiss.
“I won’t,” Sam whispered, gently touching Dean’s trembling lips with his wet lips.
Sam's tongue dove under Dean's. Dean gasped, tensed his whole body, and, gasping for breath from new sensations, pressed closer to Sam, convulsively squeezing his shoulders, passionately responding to Sam's first, and such a forbidden, sweet kiss.
That's how it all started with the first kiss.
They kissed, with or without reason. After burning the evil soul ghost. Dean pounced on Sam, pushing him against the iron door. He squeezed him tightly in his arms, and with trembling lips covered Sam’s smiling mouth and began to kiss you roughly and wetly, greedily pawing his buttocks, his back, biting his lips until it hurt, pulling away, he blew on them with tenderness, and again pounced on Sam like a man possessed. After such therapy, Sam's mouth burned, right down to his throat.
And it suddenly seemed to Sam that this was a hint of newer, specific actions.
Dean lustfully rubbed his “stone” groin against Sam’s thigh, tearing himself away from his brother’s wet lips, he ran his finger over Sam’s groin, Sam’s penis immediately responded to Dean’s caress, throbbing with pain in his tight jeans.
“I want it in my mouth,” Dean said hoarsely and hysterically, loudly swallowing saliva, which was in abundance, causing him to almost choke. Sam gasped for air, not knowing what to say, but he unfastened the belt himself.
Sam noticed with alarm the changes in his brother and trembled all over, surrendering to Dean's caresses.
Dean, in a possessive manner, openly groped his buttocks, tearing himself away from Sam's lips. He smoothly turned him around and laid him gently on the hood of the car...
Sam was lying on his stomach on the hood of the ill-fated Impala, his legs wide apart, lubricant flowing abundantly, every cell of his body felt Dean's approach down his thighs. Like here, don’t tense up if Dean is behind you.
Hands massaged Sam's buttocks harshly, moving down to his groin.
The caresses of the extravagant Dean were frighteningly stunning, to the point of trembling in the knees.
From the new sensations, Sam stopped breathing, he couldn’t go beyond a blowjob, and here you go. His cheek on the warm hood of the Impala, and Sam himself could not move from the onslaught of Dean's excited body... There was a pain in the pit of his stomach, and the unfortunate little one realized that the games with his older brother were over.
Sam shuddered from head to toe.
Dean abruptly pulled both of Sam's arms behind his back and laid them comfortably on his lower back. My heart thundered in my chest with furious force, completely exploding my eardrums.
“Let me go Dean,” Sam begged, sobbing, “Don’t...
But phrases appeared in his head that made him exhausted with desire:
-Yes, Dean, come on, the whole length, Dean, hammer it to capacity, hard and dry, and so that I can feel all of you, to the last centimeter in me. And the tense body relaxed from the languor that rolled in, and everything around sparkled, a fire flared up in the groin, from a frantic desire.
“Sammy,” Dean whispered. Caressing his brother’s penis, easily sliding his fingers over it:
-Do you remember the first kiss? You know, Sammy, I imagined you exactly like that, spread out on the hood, you kissed me, and I mentally penetrated you, roughly and deeply, my imagination is fine. Then we kissed endlessly, and we both came in our pants. Tell me, what did you fantasize about? Huh?
“You were Dean, and you were inside me,” Sam groaned, breathless.
Dean howled at Sam's unexpected confession, he growled pressing into Sam:
“I want to feel you from the inside, to feel your heat, what’s inside you...” Dean said harshly, running a finger over his lips, over Sam’s trembling Adam’s apple, “Do you want this?” - Kissing Sam's back, Dean's lips went down to his trembling hips.
“Yes DEAN, I really want you, I want your dick to fill me to capacity,” his voice became hoarse, “I want that unforgettable first kiss of ours,” he cried, impatiently throwing his hips up, exposing his ass. He always froze when Dean touched his hole with his lips, kissed him tenderly and demandingly, the penetration of Dean's tongue was always a hurricane, Sam shrank all over from the hot languor rising from the depths, forcefully filling his member with hot blood, and from which his member began to pulsate with pain, inflaming himself, making him melt with pleasure, and everything collapsed, collapse after collapse. Dean's tongue twisted deeper and deeper, and his hands spread wider and wider than his buttocks. And Sam felt helpless, he began to rush about, call for help and breathe hoarsely, exhausted from the obscene and dirty manipulations of his older brother.
Dean spread the elastic muscles of his buttocks and stared with lust at what he had been dreaming about lately.
Small and so desirable, tightly compressed hole. He ran his finger over it, gently pressing, while swallowing a lump in his throat, he swore loudly, remembering the mother of some saint, he growled:
“What the hell Sammy...” he rimmed Sam’s ass so that he went from whining to a growl and came as if for the first time.
Sam's orgasm was choking him from all sides, he was afraid to exhale. Afraid to let go of these sweet moments. The whole world turned upside down, and then back again.... Arching with a chest hiss and pain in his penis, he came on his brother’s favorite car.
Splashing the bumper and roadside grass.
Diiin...You're a bastard, you know it...- Sam groaned, still fidgeting on the hood.
“Yeah, I agree,” he ran his hot dick over Sam’s crotch, he sobbed, frightened by his desire, Sam began to struggle, but Dean, pressing against him, ran his hot palms over his chest, touching Sam’s nipples with rough fingers. He trembled all over, pressing closer to his erogenous zone, that is, to Dean.
-Dean, God, what are you doing? - Sam began.
Dean grabbed him by the hair, pulling him towards him and croaked in his ear:
- Sammy... Damn you, you're fire... - a couple of fingers slid into Sam's passage. Sam tensed up in unexpected pain, biting his lips until they bled.
“Bitch, I’ll kill you,... mmmm... understand?” The play on words amused and excited both of them.
Sam's internal trembling covered Dean from head to toe, and gasping quietly he whispered:
“I’m ready to accept death from you... but first, relax, baby,” kissing him somewhere under the shoulder blade.
Sam felt the fingers inside him, his nature was indignant, but his passion for his brother drowned out the indignation and alienation was replaced by frantic desire. Perspiration covered his body, he felt hot tears treacherously flowing down his cheeks.
“Your ass is like a cheesecake soufflé, I just want to try it, get inside... Okay, I’m going to enter you now, and don’t fidget, you idiot, I’ll do everything for you to make you feel good...” Dean whispered, rhythmically stretching it out.
If Sam could see his brother's face - a naughty smile, swollen wet lips, hot, intermittent breathing, beads of sweat on his temples.
This picture was beautiful, but, to be honest, he had no time for Dean’s enchanting transformations.
“Get ready Sammy,” and his penis slid smoothly, penetrating deeply, tearing Sam into millions of pieces in pain. Sam screamed, freezing, listening to his new sensations.... he tried to relax, but Dean's throbbing member in his ass did not contribute to relaxation in any way. Dean somehow went limp, leaning against Sam's back, breathing noisily and with small tremors, squeezing through a tight ring, Sam's virgin ass. He felt a wild fiery pain throughout his body, Dean's dick slid smoothly and slid. It seemed like an eternity to Sam, as if time had stopped:
Relax Sammy... Dean gently stroked his sides, scratching and pinching, the tense body that was trembling and trembling now under him.
“This is for the baby,” he said slowly, planting him, kissing him behind the ear, and suddenly he felt a change in his sensations, the pain faded into the background, and Sam swam, although his butt was still burning with fire, a new wave rolled in, amazing Sam with bright impressions of sex... a second later he froze, analyzing the new perceptions of his body, which he clearly liked, and he moaned, not understanding what was wrong with him, why he was behaving this way, and his screams with every blow of Dean’s penis had an exciting effect on him.
Dean's hand gently caressed Sam's penis, running his fingers over his scrotum, playing with his erect testicles.
“Yes Sam, scream…” Dean moaned hoarsely, barely audibly.
Sam froze, from a surge of tenderness towards the sex-fueled Dean.
How beautiful his older brother was and his unrestrained, rude caresses shocked and attracted Sam.
The tension increased and a trembling from within again ran through the whole body. Sam clumsily waved Dean, he paused, feeling the change in the contraction, leaned towards him, biting his earlobe, groaned:
-...like it, and Sammy?
-Fuck off... ahh! – the breath was interrupted, “... shut up and finish off the idiot already...” Sam wheezed, openly exposing his ass, like a bitch in mating.
Everything was already heated to the limit, and here he was with his girlish questions - “like it, don’t like it”
The pain dulled, languor spread throughout and the wave of approaching orgasm broke and spread like a storm throughout his body. Dean began to breathe intermittently, a loud rush came from inside him and, without holding back, he poured into Sam with a scream.
Sam intuitively moved towards the meeting. Not understanding what was happening, he trembled from the inside, the contractions in the anus intensified and were transmitted to the penis with sharp rhythmic jolts and his essence could not stand the strong excitement and erupted the brightest orgasm of his life.
He moaned, writhing in orgasmic convulsions.
Dean abruptly turned his brother onto his back, staring at his penis, which was still throbbing, expelling the last drops of sperm. His mouth greedily covered his brother's penis and with pleasure, sucking and taking it deep inside himself.
They both slid off the hood of the car, exhausted, breathing heavily. Dean pulled Sam close and whispered in his ear:
- I love you, you hear, you are mine and nothing more!
Defeated, Sam nodded his head, pressing closer to Dean.
“I will not tolerate betrayal, Sammy, not with a woman, much less with a man, and forget about demons,” he pointed his hand across his throat, smiling beautifully and reverently licking his bright scarlet lips. Sam moaned, remembering their first blowjob.
The air smelled of sex. Dean helped his little brother up. He wiped Sam's spattered bumper with a handkerchief, casually, raised the handkerchief to his nose and took a deep breath. While experiencing great pleasure. Sam smiled looking at the pranks of his brother, who five minutes ago was ready to strangle...
-Guys, where are you??? - Bobby was rapidly approaching them.
“Your mother... Bobby is lucky again,” Dean chuckled, putting the handkerchief in his pocket, “this information is not for him.” Let him sleep peacefully this night too.
Sam nodded, rubbing his sore butt.
“What a freak,” Sam hissed, looking sideways at Dean.
-Yeah, and I love you. Only you, in my lonely LIFE! – Dean patted Sam on the cheek.
“Yes, about the baby, I forgave you,” Dean said, smiling wryly and winking.
Sam tugged at his pants and made a face.
- Yeah, and don’t yawn, next time I’ll be such a goofball...
Dean looked around sharply, a crazy smile playing on his lips, and completely confused Sam.
And he realized that Dean would do everything to get Sam back on the hood...
The story of Dean and Sam Winchester caught my eye on the Ren TV channel about five years ago. Switching channels, I came across a scene where a strong guy shoots a ghost with a shotgun loaded with salt - I was interested. The first thought was that this series was something like “Buffy” or “Ghostbusters”, but everything turned out to be not so simple...
TV series "Supernatural"
So what is this series about? Two brothers are in constant battle with evil spirits, those same legendary monsters considered an invention from the Middle Ages. Demons, vampires, werewolves, spirits and half-forgotten gods - all these characters from fairy tales and legends have not disappeared at all, they have settled down quite well in modern world, collecting blood sacrifices. What can you say - such series and films are not new and are quite common? If the creator of Supernatural, Eric Kripke, had built the storyline only on scenes of hunting evil spirits, the series would not have gained SUCH popularity.
Dean Winchester and the Reaper
The plot of “Supernatural” is unusually complex, based on the eternal battle between good and evil, each of which is very conditional. Without expecting it, Dean and Sam Winchester, brilliantly played by Jensen Ackles and Jared Padalecki, found themselves involved in a game called “Apocalypse” - the same biblical one. The chain of events inexorably led them to ultimate goal, and they were destined for the role of pathetic extras - to become “meat suits” for the Archangel Michael and his brother Lucifer... They were bred by selection for an apocalyptic battle - Dean and Sam themselves meant nothing to either the army of heaven or the army of hell. But the two greatest forces in terms of their power deeply miscalculated - the two brothers, at the cost of major losses and upheavals, brought down their plans.
Vampire in Supernatural
The Winchesters lead a completely asocial lifestyle, they are above the law - fake credit cards and documents, a serious arsenal of weapons in the trunk of a 1967 Chevrolet Impala, casual relationships, sleeping in roadside motels or in the back of a car. They are wanted for a number of murders in most states, but none of the creatures they killed were human - just in appearance. The only thing that is of value to brothers is human life. Dean and Sam are not familiar with those whom they save from certain death without demanding anything in return...
The Winchesters have allies among angels and demons, but each of these creatures pursues only their own personal goals, and over time the brothers understand this. What Supernatural's two main characters don't share is mindless superheroism. You involuntarily begin to respect the brothers for their readiness to sacrifice themselves - each of them will give their life for their brother, and will enter into a obviously losing battle with a powerful enemy.
Ghost Fight in Supernatural
Each of the filmed seasons (and there are six of them at the moment) are very good. The growing tension from the first to the fifth seasons is resolved unexpectedly - the guys simply had no chance of winning, but there were as many opportunities to die as they wanted (and the guys died more than once, but each time they returned to the world of the living not of their own free will). The last, 22nd episode of the 5th season is simply magnificent - the outcome is wonderfully drawn! Who would have thought that a family car would help tip the scales in favor of the brothers...
Chevrolet Impala from Supernatural
I admit: when I started watching the sixth season, I assumed that the plot of the Supernatural series was exhausted and would be boring. And I was wrong! Story line continued its development - now friends and even close relatives of the Winchesters have become their enemies. The battle continues - I look forward to the release of the full seventh season of Supernatural. And the wait is still a long time, almost six months... You can go crazy (a word from Dean Winchester’s vocabulary)...
“I love you, Dean,” four-year-old Sam mumbles quietly, curled up on the bed in his brother’s arms and pressing his whole body against him.
“And I love you, Sammy,” Dean hugs his brother tighter and kisses his temple.
Dad has been gone for two days, the money is running out, there is no dry breakfast for Sam either - he ran out in the afternoon, tomorrow he will have to figure out something to get food, maybe steal it, maybe earn some extra money, but all that worries Dean now is - little brother in his arms, clinging to him in search of protection and warmth.I love you, Dean, - Sam is eleven, at this age it’s somehow not customary to start snotting, but I want even more closeness and warmth. He presses his side to Dean in the hope that he will still hug him, and he is not mistaken - Dean pulls him by the shoulders and pats him on the head.
“And I love you, and now enough of the calf tenderness,” Dean replies, pushing his brother to the car, at the same time wondering when his father will return from hunting the next creature, what to buy for dinner today, what movie will be on TV and when it will be possible sneak off to Marsha Warren's when Sam falls asleep.I love you, Dean.
Sam is eighteen, he has grown, he has become taller than Dean, but he still looks somehow small. Probably it’s always the guilty puppyish expression on his face, and not just the stoop. This is no longer the little brother who climbed to hug his brother and could sleep with him in the same bed with impunity. This is a hefty young man.
- Sam, what's gotten into you? – Dean winces in his brother’s tight embrace.
- And do you love me? – Sam drawls, looking into his eyes.
- Sam, what kind of stupid question is this? – Dean answers dissatisfied. - I love you, of course.
Dean still sees hugs as just brotherly expressions of affection, although he's not so sure anymore. Sam doesn't care about the girls, Dean has never seen the little guy lay his eyes on anyone, and it's very worrying. It’s high time for Sam to squeeze girls in batches, but he’s stuck glued to the motel, casting sad glances at his older brother that make him want to either hang himself or run away.Dean, I love you.
And a kiss on the corner of his mouth that makes Dean feel nauseous.
- Sam, stop it! Dean demands, pushing his brother away. - It's not funny anymore.
“I’m not laughing,” Sam answers with the intonation of a hanged man on his way to execution. His puppy dog eyes really make you want to go somewhere, preferably fall underground. - I love you.
Dean wants to yell at the klutz, call him nasty names - where did he go wrong? How did it happen that your brother is one of these? - and beat him, but Dean just flashes lightning with his eyes and takes a step back.
“Sam, you’re my brother,” he tries to keep his voice from trembling, so that his knees don’t shake, but it’s scary, it’s wrong, it shouldn’t be like this. “I love you, but as a brother,” he tries to get through to Sam, but again he encounters his pain-filled gaze and almost howls out loud. - You can not do it this way!
Sam is silent, gritting his teeth and clenching his fists. Dean understands perfectly well what such an insane declaration of love cost the little one, but what can he do? The point is not that if anything happens, both of them will burn in hell, the point is that it’s simply impossible, it’s wrong.
“I love you,” Sam repeats barely audibly and turns away.
Dean feels so bad that he wants to throw himself on the walls and howl - Sam, however, is also having a hard time, and Dean knows that tonight his brother's pillow will be wet with tears.They yell at each other, Dad yells at Sam, and when Sam breaks down, the last thing Dean sees before Sam drives away is his brother's gaze. Dark, sad, in love and absolutely broken.
Dean doesn't know if there is some kind of curse that makes Sam fall in love with his brother, but if there is, it's very bad.They meet again when their father disappears and Dean comes to his brother for help.
They are looking for their father, Sam loses his girlfriend, panics, gets into trouble, and loses his composure. They both need to decide something for themselves, to somehow move on, to stick with each other, although Dean still remembers the penultimate conversation in the motel. Jessica was a beautiful girl, Dean is almost sure that Sam fell in love and was happy, but now that the brothers are together again, traveling together on the roads of the States, everything is too confusing.
Of course, there are no words or signs indicating that Sam isn't burned out, but Dean somehow knows that somewhere inside his brother's soul that tiny smoldering spark is flaring up anew.Sometimes motels are cold. Dean waits for Sam, out of habit, to crawl under his side and warm himself next to him, but Sam silently freezes on the next bed and does nothing to reveal his true desire.
At such moments, Dean is absolutely sure that one day this walking time bomb will explode in such a way that it will not seem enough to both of them; he waits for this with horror, but still waits.Dean leads a wild lifestyle, seducing waitresses, some adventurers in roadside motels and cafes, just ladies he barely knows, and Sam seems to be plunging into a vow of celibacy and chastity. Dean often tries to escape in advance, before he sees his brother’s gaze full of grief - understanding, guilty, completely sick from losses. It sucks, but Dean is still holding on somehow.
This time the motel was so decent that it was just a miracle after the slop where they usually live. Hot water, soft pillows, excellent mattresses, a relatively new TV model.
Dean immediately takes over the shower - after the journey he wants to stretch his muscles and relax. There is dinner for today, they will buy more beer in the morning, but for now you just need to give your body a rest.
“I’ll warm up before going to bed,” Sam says, changing into sportswear and immediately disappearing.
Dean, on the other hand, is trying to forget his brother’s naked torso, the elastic butt that he sparkled with while changing clothes, and the long hair that he’s dying to either cut off or run his fingers through and pull.
The bad desire goes away when he just thinks about Emily's tits - that red-haired waitress at the diner who made eyes at him. All that remains is a man’s completely normal desire.Dean dreams wonderful dream, where Emily caresses his body, gently kisses his neck, strokes his chest and lightly tickles his scrotum.
The sensations are overwhelming and I want to wake up to make sure that this is...
- Sam?! – he shudders in fear when he sees something other than Emily standing above him. - What the hell are you doing?
“I can’t take it anymore, Dean,” Sam drawls hoarsely, and the pain and guilt are clearly heard in his voice. - I love you.
“Dude, I love you too, but we’re brothers,” Dean answers confused, holding his brother at arm’s length, but not pushing him away yet. Dean is confused, completely confused, even scared, but fighting now is the last thing. Sam is already in a complete mess, it’s really hard for him, and if Dean pushes him away now, abandons him, Sam will simply break.
“One night,” Sam asks in a whisper, crawling his hands under his brother’s T-shirt. “Dean, just one night, then I’ll leave, disappear, you’ll never see me again...”
- Why did you think of this, huh? - Dean is really scared. But Sam is really ready to break; only his brother’s hands keep him from falling into the abyss... which pull the good-for-nothing little one towards him, allowing him to kiss him.
Apparently, it’s contagious, Dean thinks, giving himself completely to his brother’s hands and lips.
Sam kisses softly, very tenderly, but timidly and distrustfully, as if every moment he expects a blow to the jaw. He breathes heavily, strokes Dean's chest, runs his palm over his stomach - if he goes down a little, there will never be a way back.
“I love you, Dean,” Sam drawls between kisses. Dean can feel his brother's heart beating fast - it's excitement, it's fear, it's panic, it's pure terror and disbelief. Now both of them would come to their senses and talk, but what kind of conversations are there when both have boners - even if they don’t have a nut?
“Come here,” Dean gives in, with a quick and precise movement, turning Sam over and crushing him under him, at the same time taking off his T-shirt.
- Dean? - Sam is scared. He's still not sure that this isn't a dream, that Dean is actually allowing this kind of thing to happen to him.
“It’s okay, Sammy,” Dean reassures his brother, lying down on him and rubbing his dick against his dick. The panties are a real nuisance, but I simply don’t have the strength to take them off.
Sooner or later this would have to happen, so it would be better to do it early than later and then Dean would simply punch Sam. Well, apparently, this is Dean’s destiny - to pluck the flowers of innocence from girls, and at the same time slightly cool the ardor of his overexcited brother. After all, Dean does have more practice.
Sam moans so hard it blows Dean's mind - who knew Sam was so sensitive?
Sam arches his long body, gasping, whining as Dean undulates against him and bites his neck.
- Want you! – Sam asks hoarsely, groping Dean’s buttocks and lowering his underwear. - Dean, I beg you!
The roof is completely torn apart, as soon as Dean pulls back slightly to undress himself and his brother.
Sam looks like a deer or elk caught in the headlights - his eyes are big, scared, his breathing is rapid, his mouth is slightly open, and his body...
Dean is even a little jealous of Sam's physique - it's not Apollo, it's Cupid, although Dean doubts Cupid could have such a club.
- You're so beautiful! – Dean drawls admiringly, devouring his brother with his eyes.
- Dean! – he doesn’t even have the strength to say something like that in response, although Dean knows for sure that he simply has no equal in charm, and the little one will still get second place.
They kiss hotly, passionately, when Dean finally lies down on top of his brother and rubs against him like a cat.
Dean isn't sure he'll last long, but this is the first time, it's like they don't need it.
He lets Sam take the top position again, but he pulls him towards him and runs his fingers through Sam's hair.
He's definitely sick if he likes the feeling of silky strands in his palm. He's crazy and it's incurable.
Sam's head tilts back, he closes his eyes and opens his mouth. The long neck beckons to touch it with your lips.
“I want you,” Dean suddenly admits with complete confidence, sending all restraint and family ties to hell.
He has hardly seen a more beautiful man, he is unlikely to ever see him, and here he is sitting on perfection itself, who wants him to the point of pain, to the point of screaming.
Sam doesn't say anything, just moans low, and the sounds give Dean an electric shock. Sam doesn't just love him, he worships him!
“Come to me,” Dean asks, pulling his brother towards him and pressing himself against his hot body. “Come on, Sam,” he asks, feeling his balls tighten. It takes very little for a thermonuclear reaction to begin, but the best is always for Sam. - Come on, Sammy.
Sam moans louder, bows his head, nudging his brother's shoulder, mutters something, breathes noisily, and when he finally breaks into orgasm, he whines like a puppy and sobs quietly.
Dean just grits his teeth, closes his eyes and comes, feeling his brother's sperm on his stomach and his tears on his shoulder.
Well, yes, Sam cries after an orgasm - he’s a geek and Dean doesn’t care.
Now the most difficult thing is that if you let this geek out of your hands, he will immediately run away, and in the morning he will pack his things and disappear.
“Don’t you dare run,” Dean warns, placing his brother next to him in his arm and hugging him, allowing him to hide his face in his chest. “And don’t you dare be an ass—we both wanted this.”
“This is incest,” Sam wipes his face with his palm and falls silent.
“It’s too late to think when it’s done,” Dean interrupts. – And I don’t regret it. I have never had such hot lovers.
“I love you,” Sam whispers, cuddling closer to him, just like in childhood.
“And I love you, Sammy,” Dean exhales doomedly, looking at the ceiling, stroking his brother’s head, shoulders and back, and thinking that he, too, is a geek if he allowed something like this to happen. Yes, this is not the time to grieve over spilled milk, the deed is really done, but there are no special regrets. The main thing is that Sam doesn’t freak out, and looking into each other’s eyes is a small matter. They'll cope when they come to their senses.
“Dean,” Sam suddenly stands up and looks his brother in the eyes.
- What? – it’s hard to see anything, it’s uncomfortable for Dean, but he doesn’t mind.
“You could take me, I would like that,” Sam adds.
I want to take it, it’s a tempting idea, but Dean is too tired from the road and from such deals with his conscience.
- Do you really want it? – he clarifies, playing with Sam’s hair. - There will be no turning back, mind you.
“I know,” Sam nods. – And yes, I have wanted this for a long time.
“Okay,” Dean decides, unexpectedly even for himself. “We’ll make love tomorrow,” he adds, “but for now we need to get some sleep.” Lie down.
“Love,” Sam repeats for some reason, smiling.
“Sam, stop,” Dean immediately becomes embarrassed, realizing what he did wrong. He could have said that he would fuck him, have sex - no, give him love with this bore! In general, what else is between them if not love?
- Shall we talk? – Sam asks, laying down on his brother’s arm and partly on his chest.
“Go to sleep,” Dean grumbles good-naturedly, hugging him and closing his eyes.
Tomorrow will be a new day, tomorrow Sam will look like a beaten puppy, and Dean will blush just thinking about his brother's flexible body in his arms, and at night they will still make love and Dean will be damned if he doesn't give Sam so much pleasure, how much he deserves.
Beliefs are boring and tedious. We take it by force.
Part 2. I know, I promised to look at their relationship from a psychological point of view, but I got carried away and now I have several pages of text and this is without the topic of psychology. In general, if you want, I will send them too.
In general, I often hear people say that Sam doesn’t love Dean. Sam is a soulless bastard, he doesn’t understand anything, and poor Dean suffers. And about this, even though the series has two main characters, the emphasis is still placed more on Dina. His feelings are shown more clearly, and because of this it seems that Sam is rather indifferent to his brother. It's not like that at all. Firstly, the brothers different tempers and accordingly they express feelings too differently. Secondly, he will not forget that although Sam hunts, he does not want it at all. Arguments like: “What a fool he is! He doesn't understand anything! This is so cool! And his brother loves him!” completely untenable. Sam wanted a house, kids and a wife. Did he want too much? Dean talks a lot about the fact that he himself decides how to live, but Sam was never given his choice. His mother doomed him even before he was born when she made a contract with Yellow-Eyes. And before that, angels also came to the rescue, wanting to return their brother from the Cage. Sam had no chance to get away, but he didn't know that. Everyone condemns him for leaving for Stanford, as if he did not go to study, but on a tour of brothels. Just imagine that what you love is taken away from you and sent to unload the cars. Or you can't stand the sight of blood, but work as a forensic scientist. Somehow not very good, right? I know from personal experience how unpleasant it is and I think Sam is still coping well. It’s interesting for us to watch how they run after a ghost or a werewolf, but now imagine yourself in their place. This is not at all an evening walk in the park, and digging up a grave is not like planting a flower in a pot. I once saw a poll in some group about the series. I don’t remember verbatim, but it’s quite possible that you saw it yourself, it sounded something like this: Would you like to be in the place of the Winchesters? So what do you think? The majority pressed the “Yes” button. No, are they serious? These guys' mother and father were killed. They killed their friends, the few they could call them that. They themselves have died more than once, they are used as pawns by angels and demons. I don’t argue that it’s fascinating to look at, but to wish such a life for yourself?
So, I digress a little, Sam has every right to be unhappy. And one cannot blame him for this. Surely, if Dean were now forced to drop everything and go to the accounting department to calculate wages and vacation pay, everyone would howl that this is unfair. After all, Dean doesn’t want this and blah blah. Then why is Sam being condemned?
About his feelings for his brother. They may not be shown so clearly, but that doesn’t mean they don’t exist. Sam says in plain text several times throughout the series: You are my big brother and I love you. (Sam: That's okay. Because you're my brother and I still love you. Boooop! 5.11)
And the fact that he doesn’t look at Dean with loving eyes and doesn’t bring him slippers in his teeth doesn’t mean anything. Everyone loves as much as they can. In addition, a childhood complex: Dean is always the eldest, his father’s orders - Sam could not decide anything on his own. Unsurprisingly, he's tired of it, and when Dean forgets that "Sammy" is approaching thirty, he gets angry. Wouldn't you be angry? He might be wrong, but Dean and John might just give him the illusion of choice. Yes, it’s not fair, but then he might not want to do something so desperately himself. And I wouldn't do anything stupid.
As a child, Dean was Sam's hero, and he clearly respected him much more than his own father. I’m sure that Sam still considers Dean a hero, he just doesn’t want to completely dissolve in him and turn into an obedient doll that can be twirled as he wants. Yes, I think Dean would not be happy with such a brother. Yes, sometimes it is easier for them when they are with other people, but considering how much time they spend together, this is quite normal. We also need to take a break from each other. True, these vacations usually last a few days at most, and then the psychosis passes and they are together again. For example, at the very beginning, when Sam leaves Dean and meets Meg. How long did they last then? Nothing at all. Because my brother doesn’t answer his calls and hysteria begins, although before that they had not seen each other for a certain number of years and there was no hysteria. Sam drops everything and goes back. And so every time, as soon as they part, Dean begins to cast sad glances at the seat next to him. He, of course, tells everyone that it’s better for him, it’s more fun with others, they supposedly love the same music, but a couple of days pass and Sam finds himself in the next seat.
Their longer separations were due to the fact that they could not fix anything and therefore do not count.
Also, those who like to point out Sam’s indifference often cite episode 16 of season 5 as an argument. This is the one where Dean and Sam go to Heaven. Dean's paradise is family, but for Sam it's always either loneliness or other people. It’s not a fact that this would be the final version of Sam’s Paradise, because the angels could have deliberately made sure that the brothers would quarrel and Dean would give up. Even Pamela, whom he met there, persuaded him to agree. How did Dean's mother behave? If they could fix her behavior, they could definitely fix Sam's paradise. The angels needed Dean to be disappointed in the most important thing that made him refuse Mikhail - Sam. And he was disappointed, he was crushed by the fact that there was no place for him in Sam’s Paradise.
Quote from subsequent episodes: Sam: We can't give up. Dean: I can. Sam: No, you can't. Don't you dare leave me. That's the only way I'm holding on until now. I have no one else to count on. And I can't stand it alone.
But again, a little time passes, Dean almost said yes, but Sam looked at him with his little eyes and that’s it! Mikhail is out of work again. Quote: Sam: I remember your eyes. You were on the edge. Why did you change your mind? Dean: Honestly? The stupidest reason. The end of the world is just around the corner - the walls are crumbling, and I look at you and think: “This stupid deer brought me here.” I couldn't disappoint you.
The key word here is disappointment. Dean couldn't stand it if Sam was disappointed in him. Peace, friends, father, Cas – it doesn’t matter. But he can't let Sam down.
Season 5 finale. Sam asks Dean to return to Lisa. This is understandable, he wants his brother to live normally and calmly. Sam blames himself for the fact that Dean did not have a normal childhood, that they are already adults, and Dean continues to look after him and cannot live his own life. Sam knows that his brother is unlikely to leave him when he needs help, and since he periodically needs it, it turns out that Dean continues to be an over-aged nanny. So when the opportunity comes to give Dean a chance at a normal life, Sam immediately takes it. Dean, as we remember, returned to Lisa, but it didn’t end in anything.
Quite the finale of the fifth season.
If Sam were indifferent to his brother and family as a whole, it is unlikely that the sight of toys in the Impala would have helped him regain control over his body. And all his memories - Dean is always in them. This is what helps him take control of Lucifer, and I doubt that weak feelings could help Sam cope with one of the strongest angels.
There are a lot of examples from the first seasons, but I don’t want to jump into this anymore, so if you want, I’ll look at them a little later, but for now let’s move on.
Season 6 episode 1. Dean comes to his senses. Sees Sam, his first words: Is this heaven?
In general, the first episodes of season 6 scared me a lot, since Sam’s behavior was not so hot. But then it turned out that he had no soul and I felt better. But even without a soul, Sam said that he felt better with Dean. And this is worth something, especially if a person is, in principle, unable to feel anything.
Well, then Cas begins to behave like Lucifer in his youth and demolishes the barrier in Sam’s head. (For which I never forgave him, I’m a vindictive evil spirit). But for the rest of the period, Dean fusses over Sam even more than usual. There's at least a whole season of dialogue, but here, for example: Dean: Let me look at the hand. Lucifer: He wants to hold your sore paw.. How sweet!
And again, season 7. Episodes 3 and 13. In the third, Dean kills a kitsune girl whom Sam once released. In Episode 13, Sam kills Dean's daughter. Quite an interesting plot line that shows how much they can forgive each other. In the first case, the girl may not have been too important for Sam to jeopardize his relationship with Dean because of her, but the fact is that Dean lied to him, said that he would not kill, but still killed. Dialogue when Sam finds out about his deception: Sam: Do you really want to know what happened? Dean: Yeah, you know my motto - I'm here to help. Sam: "Here to help"... Just like you helped Amy?.. Dean: Look, Sam... Sam: Don't.. Don't lie to me again. It's better not to tell me anything at all. I can't... You know what, Dean? I can't talk to you now. I can't even be near you. I think you should just go without me.
Dean: ...Sam: Come on! Dean: Whatever you say. Sorry, Sam. (Season 7, Episode 6).
Such moments when they “can no longer be near each other” occur to them periodically and this is not surprising. They have done so much and even for their relationship this does not just go away. They need to take a break from each other, because their quarrels are much stronger than a squabble over socks lying around.
Naturally, Sam is angry, but again, a little time passes and they are back together. In episode 13, Sam already kills the monster girl that Dean wanted to let go. She is Dean's daughter and Sam's niece, but he still shoots. For Sam, with his character, it was probably not easy to do this, especially in front of his brother, but he knew that if he didn’t kill the girl, she would come back for Dean. And if you choose between Dean and his niece - a monster, he instantly chooses his brother when he realizes that he himself is not going to shoot.
Dean, of course, then denies it and says that he would have shot, but he’s lying. If Sam hadn't made it in time, he would have been dead.
In general, Dean in the 7th season is a separate topic and it can be developed quite well, but here it will be unnecessary for now. The only thing I want to say is that I agree with this gentleman: LeviathanDean to Sam: You are losing an excellent opportunity to subjugate the weak.
*Fandom:* Supernatural
*Main characters:* Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester
*Pairing or characters:* Dean/Sam
*Genres:* Slash (yaoi), PWP
*Warnings:* Incest
*Size:* Mini, 8 pages
*Description:*
How midnight conversations sometimes end
Sam! Sam!
A strong hand shakes your shoulder.
- Wake up, finally!
Sam jerks up and sits up in bed, looking around. There is night all around, the darkness of which is broken by the dead light of a night lamp. The shabby motel room they were staying in didn't look one iota prettier in the color of the night. Outside the window there is the dim light of a street lamp from the parking lot, and someone’s drunken swearing can be heard. And next to him on the bed, on the edge, sits Dean, who shook him.
- Dean?..
“You screamed as if the devils were frying you in a frying pan,” Dean peers anxiously at his brother. - Your visions again?
“No...” exhaling heavily, Sam lowers his head and covers his face with his hands, trying to calm down. - Just a nightmare...
Dean watches him carefully, as if deciding to himself whether he should get to the bottom of the problem and, as usual, take everything upon himself, or whether he should let the younger man deal with his horror himself.
- And what was that? - he asks, obviously choosing the first one.
“I dreamed about my father,” Sam responds dully, without taking his hands off his face. - And hell...
Dean silently reaches out and pats him on the shoulder.
“Sam, you can’t bring your father back,” he quietly reminds Sam of the truth that Sam already knows. - We will have to learn to live without him, whether we want it or not.
“I know...” the voice, unexpectedly even for its owner, trembles. - Just...
- What is simple?
With a hoarse sigh, Sam pauses, as if he's changed his mind.
But you can't get rid of Dean so easily.
“It’s started, so speak,” holding out his hand, he grabs his brother’s chin and forces him to raise his head and look into his eyes. - What's the matter?
“Dean, I...” Sam’s eyes are shining, an uncontrollable stream of tears is about to flow down his cheeks. Dean knows his brother better than anyone else on earth, better than Sam himself; he knows very well that this is how Sam bites his lips, trying to hold back tears - a habit since childhood; He also knows that nothing will work out for Sam. - I'm afraid.
- What can you be afraid of if you have such an amazing older brother?
Dean laughs his way through his repertoire, trying to distract Sam, but Sam doesn't laugh.
“That’s what I’m afraid of,” he answers. The first tear traces a smooth path down his cheek. - Dean, all the people close and dear to me are leaving me. And they don’t just leave - they die. First mom, then Jessica, now dad... All I have left is you. And if I lose you too...
- Hey, hey, what's with the minor tune? - Dean interrupts. “I’m not going to die in the next sixty years!” And what I’m definitely not going to do is die from the clutches of some demonic creature. I will die beautifully - for example, I will jump from a skyscraper with a parachute. True, I will be ninety years old, and I will most likely forget my parachute at home...
“It’s not funny, Dean,” Sam interrupts, still looking into his brother’s eyes. Tears are already rolling down his cheeks with all their might, but he doesn’t even try to wipe them away - he simply looks with his puppy-like gaze into the eyes he has known since childhood, as if trying to find something unknown to him in their brown-green depths.
Dean sighs quietly and smiles slightly, looking at the younger.
“Listen,” he says. “From the age of four, my father kept telling me: “Take care of Sam, watch over Sam, take care of Sam.” And I cared, I watched, I took care. All my life I have been taking care of you - and will continue to do so. I won’t get away from you, Sammy, until I’m one hundred percent sure that no more troubles threaten you. So don't worry, I won't get rid of you anytime soon.
Sam's lips twitch slightly in a grateful smile. He sighs noisily and leans forward, resting his forehead on his brother's shoulder. The T-shirt on Dean's shoulder instantly gets wet from his flowing tears, but he doesn't move away and, surprisingly, doesn't even comment on this moment in his usual manner. On the contrary, he moves closer and carefully hugs his brother, pulling him closer to him. Sam sobs barely audibly, hiding his face on his shoulder - just like in childhood, when he dreamed of some horrors, or when he quarreled with his father, offended at first that he did not take him hunting, and then - because of this hunt he has no friends at all... So many years have passed - and these memories are still so vividly before Dean’s eyes, as if it were a couple of hours ago. And he, as before, presses his cheek to Sam’s tousled hair, and quietly begins to hum some kind of melody, composing it as he goes. How long has it been... how long has it been since this situation last happened? Dean didn't remember this. The last few years have merged into a continuous line for him - hunting, motels, Impala, salt, knives, pistols... And again everything is in a circle, in a vicious circle, from which he will not escape in his entire life, no matter what he does. did... All that remained was to draw consolation from such small episodes, making one remember that he was, after all, a human being, and not a soulless machine for killing evil spirits.
Sam has long stopped sobbing, but sniffles quietly, burying his nose in Dean's collarbone. He warmed up in his own arms, calmed down, and fell asleep - like a homeless kitten, finally picked up and caressed by a kind owner.
Carefully untangling himself from the ring of his arms, Dean carefully lowers his little brother back onto his pillow. Sam childishly puts his hand under his cheek, turning onto his side. Barely touching, Dean moves his unruly bangs out of his eyes so as not to interfere, and, rising from the bed, silently moves away.
* * *
When Sam next wakes up, the room is still dark. Finding a glowing clock screen on the table in the dark, he realizes that he only slept for a couple of hours. Turning his head, he tries to make out the contours of the adjacent bed. After a couple of minutes, his eyes adjust to the darkness, and he manages to see his brother. Dean is lying on his back, clothed, one leg dangling from the bed - clearly asleep when he fell.
Turning on his side, Sam puts his hand under his head and peers at Dean's sleeping form. Since childhood, he can guess from the expression on his brother's face what - or who - he is dreaming about. Something good, or something bad that would be worth interfering with, waking him up and snatching him from the clutches of the nightmare.
Now, apparently, Dean is dreaming of a hunt - he frowns in his sleep, breathes faster than he should, and his fingers clench into a fist every now and then. Dean real hunter... it’s in his blood, and nothing can ever erase it from him. Not like Sam... who is always looking for an escape route, trying to escape from this world and return back to normal life...
Was there such a normal life? No never. So what makes him think that he can live with her?..
Without moving, Sam still watches his older brother. The gaze slides over strong arms covered with scars and scratches - Sam knows each of them by heart; judging by his tanned face with slightly furrowed eyebrows, straight nose, chapped lips - Dean is really handsome, dozens of girls from all states of America cannot be mistaken; lingers on his chest, on which something shines dully - his amulet, which Sam gave him God knows how many years ago. Dean doesn't take it off - even when Sam left him and his father to go to Stanford, he didn't take it off, as if he wanted to show that his younger brother's action didn't change his attitude towards him.
For some reason, a strange feeling appears in his chest, as if someone inside him is turning the peg on a guitar, pulling the string. Sam has no idea what this means - he just lies there, not taking his eyes off Dean, and waits for something.
Dean suddenly jerks in his sleep and opens his eyes. He peers at the dark ceiling for a few seconds, and then turns his head to his brother.
- Are you sleeping? - he asks in a barely audible whisper.
“No,” Sam responds just as quietly.
Silence falls. The string in Sam's chest continues to stretch, causing some completely unknown feelings to him.
Dean is silent, only his breathing can be barely heard - still fast, as if he had been running somewhere for a long, long time.
- What happened to you? - Sam asks quietly.
- Everything is fine.
- Not true.
Dean paused for a moment.
- Well, so what? Can't I lie?
“It’s possible,” Sam agrees. - Not for me. What happened to you?
Dean doesn't answer, staring silently at the ceiling.
- Dean?..
- I just thought... Damn it, Sam, you and I are walking on a tightrope over a boiling volcano. One wrong move and we'll fall down. Okay, I won’t be a normal person anymore. But you... You could live normally without risking yourself every second. And I... I'm afraid. Yes, I'm afraid. That you will stumble and I won’t have time to catch you. That something... terrible will happen to you, and I...
“Dean,” Sam interrupts, feeling the string inside him tighten even more. - Do not think about it.
- I can't.
“And in vain,” Sam jerks up and sits up on the bed, throwing off the blanket and putting his bare feet on the floor. After a little hesitation, he gets up and, going to the next bed, sits down next to his brother. - Do you want me to tell you a secret?
- Well? - Dean sits up on the bed so they are facing each other.
- There is only one place in this world where I feel completely safe. Where I am sure that nothing will happen to me.
- And where is?..
Sam smiles slightly, looking down. Then he picks them up and, looking at Dean, answers:
- Behind you.
Dean smiles back. He reaches out his hand and brushes Sam's bangs, which are always in the way, out of his eyes. Then he moves a little, and Sam climbs onto his bed with his feet frozen on the cold floor. Noticing how his brother shivered, Dean fidgets, pulling out from under himself the blanket he was sitting on, and, moving towards Sam, throws it over his shoulders, wrapping him up.
Sam smiles. It's so nice... to feel his care, to know that you are needed, that you are loved and protected - always, no matter what you do...
Dean is already too close to him, but, nevertheless, Sam moves even closer to his brother - almost right next to him. Dean's hands are so hot that you want to cuddle up to him like a stove. Dean, contrary to custom, does not push the younger one away from him, but on the contrary, sits frozen, like a statue, as if waiting for something.
Sam presses her forehead against his shoulder again, nuzzles his nose into his neck. The string inside him is already stretched to the limit - it trembles as if it is about to break, and Sam trembles with it. For some reason his head is spinning, he breathes quickly, trying to come to his senses - but it doesn’t work, because with every breath he inhales the smell of Dean - so familiar, known all his life. Dean smells of gunpowder and steel and something else; Sam doesn't know the name for it, but it's what's driving him crazy right now, making him think about things he shouldn't be thinking about. This is wrong, this is impossible... you need to throw all thoughts out of your head and forget like a bad dream... And Sam almost succeeds, when suddenly a quiet voice is heard in his ear:
- Sammy...
Sam never liked that nickname. Only Dean is allowed to call him that. Only he knows how to pronounce this cat’s name in such a way that everything inside is compressed, tied in a sea knot.
And now - the string that Sam tried to loosen and unwind back broke with a ringing bang, burst, hitting everyone inside with a recoil - as if something had exploded inside, after which it would no longer be the same as it was before...
And Sam, raising his head, presses his lips to his brother’s neck. Dean freezes, as if afraid to move, and Sam, slightly biting the salty skin, moves on, runs his lips along his neck, chin, gets dangerously close to his lips.
Dean's heart is pounding so hard it feels like it's going to break his ribs. Lord, what is he doing?.. We must stop him before it’s too late... because this is impossible, it’s so wrong...
But who, who said that? Why is it wrong if everything inside seems to be on fire, and your heart freezes in fear that Sam will come to his senses and stop this... What is this? Is it really that important?.. If they both want it, why should they stop?..
All these thoughts fly through Dean's head in the split second it takes Sam to move from his chin to his lips. He barely touches them, as if he's afraid that Dean will shake him off and, at best, just break his nose. But Dean doesn't move, and that's reassuring. Sam touches his lips a little more boldly, gently strokes his neck with his palm, running his fingers from his ear to his collarbone. It's like an electric shock hits Dean from this simple touch. Feeling his brother flinch, Sam pulls back for a second, trying to look into his eyes. But Dean's eyes are closed, and Sam presses his lips to his again, carefully touches them with his tongue, slightly spreads them, feeling their taste - unusual, but still so familiar.
“Sammy...” Dean suddenly whispers, and Sam freezes, tearing away from him and freezing a few centimeters away. - Sammy, what are we doing?.. We shouldn’t... This is wrong...
“Say one word and I’ll leave,” Sam says quietly. - I understand...
“I don’t want you to leave,” Dean opens his eyes and looks at his brother. - I want something completely different, something I shouldn’t even think about... But I still want it. I've been wanting to...
He leans forward, pressing a kiss to his brother’s lips. Gasping at the first second, Sam comes to his senses, and, wrapping both arms around Dean, presses tightly against him, returning the kiss. The blanket falls off his shoulders, but he doesn't care anymore - now Dean is next to him.
Dean pulls Sam closer, sitting him on his lap. His hands hastily slide over his younger brother’s body, stroking the strong muscles through his T-shirt. This seems wrong - you want to feel Dean in every cell, and Sam, unclenching his embrace, hastily begins to take off his T-shirt. He tangles in his hands, the fabric cracks, and Dean comes to his aid - his hands grab the lifted T-shirt and pull it off Sam. Because of this, Sam has to tear himself away from his brother’s lips, but as soon as he disentangles himself from his clothes, he immediately bites his lips again, as if dying of thirst - he leans into a spring of water.
Sitting on his brother's lap, Sam is significantly taller, and Dean has to throw his head back, reaching for his lips. Here's Sammy... the lanky giraffe has grown tall...
Dean strokes his neck, making him tilt his head. Sam obediently reaches for him, while hastily unbuttoning the buttons on his shirt, almost tearing them off by the roots. Finally he succeeds - his hands open Dean's shirt on his chest, rest on his shoulders and slide down, freeing his brother from the sleeves. Dean lowers his hands, shakes off his shirt, throwing it somewhere on the floor. Meanwhile, Sam's fingers are already impatiently tugging at his belt and undoing the button on his jeans.
The jeans follow the shirt, and Sam's shorts follow suit. Sam puts pressure on Dean's shoulders, forcing him to lie down, and shamelessly lays himself on top, pressing his brother into the bed with his weight. Dean smiles, still kissing him, and finally does what he's been dreaming about for so long - he runs both hands through his tousled hair. Sam purrs quietly, like a big cat, and begins to kiss his face, sliding his lips along his chin, down to his neck. He presses his lips into Dean's like a vampire's into his victim, leaving crimson stains on Dean's neck - and then licks them, easing the pain. Hands randomly wander over his body, over his smooth tanned skin, caressing, driving him crazy.
“Sammy...” Dean whispers. Sam rises and hovers over him, leaning on his elbows. - Sammy, this...
“Shut up, Dean,” the younger man shakes his head. - Everything is correct...
He reaches out to him again, but doesn't kiss him, but runs his tongue over his lips. Dean's head is spinning, and there's a tug in the pit of his stomach. Sam is everywhere: caresses, bites the skin, demandingly rubs his groin against his thigh - Lord, it’s impossible to stand this without going crazy!
Dean flips over abruptly, knocking Sam onto the pillow, crushing him under him. A hot wave splashes in his chest, which is about to cover him completely.
Let it all be wrong. Let it go. If they have to burn in hell for this, they will burn together.
His hand slides down his brother's body and stops on his stomach. Dean watches Sam's eyes darken with pleasure and slowly continues moving. Sammy's breathing quickens, becomes intermittent, and imps are dancing in his pupils - come on! Come on, Dean!..
But Dean just grins in response. The hand slides onto Sam's thigh and Dean lowers his head, brushing his lips over Sam's chest. Dean moves down slowly, deliberately, leaving trails of kisses on his skin. Sam, always so eccentric and disobedient, suddenly becomes so submissive in his arms - throwing his head back, whispering something barely audible, squeezing his brother’s shoulders with his fingers. This makes Dean smile - it turns out Sammy can be curbed too... if, of course, you know how.
He goes even lower, running his tongue along the inside of your thigh. Sam whimpers softly with uncontrollable desire and arches towards him, but Dean's plan is to drive him crazy first. He puts his hands on his hips, holding him, and begins to kiss them, slightly biting the tender skin, and studiously ignoring the quiet sobs escaping his brother’s lips.
Finally he gets tired of tormenting his brother. Throwing his head up, Dean makes sure that Sam is balancing somewhere on the edge of reality, and quickly runs his tongue along his penis, along the entire length. Sam arches in surprise with a hoarse groan, but Dean's hands still hold him in place. Dean lowers his head again and touches his lips to his cock, licking the head. Sam clutches the sheet with his fingers until a cracking sound is heard, and breathes hoarsely, as if he had just ran a hundred kilometers.
Having teased his brother, Dean suddenly lets go of his hips and lies down on him, kisses him on the lips, runs his tongue over his teeth, strokes his neck.
“Dean...” Sam whines softly, hugging him around the neck. - Dean...
- This is for driving me crazy.
Dean rocks his hips lightly, and Sam chokes on a sob, feeling a rocky heaviness in the pit of his stomach. God, what a bastard his brother is...
As if hearing his thoughts, Dean grins wickedly and moves his hips again. Sam is thrown up, and he presses himself tighter into Dean's body, as if trying to dissolve in him, to become one.
- Dean...
Deciding that Sam has had enough, Dean rolls off of him and lies down next to him, pressing his chest tightly against his brother's hot side. He lowers one hand down, and, running over his stomach, goes down to his groin. Watching his brother's expression change, Dean begins to stroke his penis, slightly squeezes his fingers, caresses the head. Sam whines quietly, eyes closed, and Dean tightens his grip around him, squeezing his hand as he speeds up the pace, running his hand over Sam's hard member.
Sam breathes quickly and trembles all over, eyes closed. It’s as if a hurricane is raging inside him, crushing and sweeping everything into one heap. Bright circles flash before your eyes, and there is a strange ringing in your ears. All his senses seem to have turned off, and the only thing he feels from reality is Dina, his strong hand, his breath is nearby.
The rhythm accelerates, and Sam feels a wave coming from somewhere below him. She covers him, and Sam groans and throws himself up on the bed, before he even realizes he's cumming. Dean doesn't let go of him, continuing to move as if to squeeze every last drop out of him, and Sam falls back onto the pillow, teetering somewhere on the edge of consciousness.
Dean slows down, strokes his brother's cock, and finally lets go. Raising his hand to his face, he licks it, collecting the viscous white liquid with his tongue.
Sam, who has opened his eyes slightly, sees this and reaches out to his brother with a quiet sob. Dean hugs him and lays on top of him again, pressing his lips to his. Sam hums something strangledly, wrapping both arms around his brother and pressing himself closer to him, biting and licking his lips. Hands wander over Dean's body, pulling him even closer, stroking his chest, scratching his back in contrast.
- Is this for me instead of “thank you”? - Dean asks, looking away from Sam's lips for a moment. He doesn’t answer, immediately pulling him back and kissing him again.
- What a maniac you are, Sammy...
Sam smiles briefly and reaches for his lips again, as if Dean is not enough for him, and time is also short, and he needs to have time to enjoy it, take as much as possible.
Dean loves it. It turns out that his younger brother is not such a bore as he used to think.
Sam's lips slide down onto his neck and dig into his skin again, painfully. Tomorrow he will look like a leopard... but Dean doesn’t even think about stopping his brother. Let him do whatever he pleases...
Sam presses his whole body against him, clings to him like a kitten to his owner, showers him with kisses, ruffles Dean's short dark hair, runs his nose along his cheek. From all this, Dean begins to feel dizzy and has a strong tug in his groin - after all, Sam has gotten his share of pleasure, but he hasn’t yet!
Sam seems to be thinking the same thing. His hands move smoothly downwards, but Dean intercepts them and returns them to his neck. Sam obeys him, hugging him obediently and looking into his eyes, trying to understand what his brother is up to. Dean grins and, kissing his brother on the nose, rises, runs his palms over his body, and suddenly turns him over onto his stomach. Sam plops his nose into the pillow, barely able to breathe. A shiver instantly breaks through him as soon as he feels Dean running his fingertips along his back, touching his lips to the smooth skin.
“Dean...” he whispers quietly, not knowing why he’s doing this.
Dean leans over him, lays his hot chest on his back and just as quietly answers:
- Don't worry, Sammy... Everything is fine...
Hearing his favorite address, Sam instantly calms down. When Dean calls him "Sammy", all his fears instantly subside. Since childhood, he knows what this means - Dean is here, Dean is nearby, Dean will never let anyone hurt him. Because he is his Sammy.
Dean lays him on his side and touches his lips to his shoulder, running his hand down his spine. Sam closes his eyes and breathes quickly, surrendering to the will of sensations. Dean presses himself against his back, hugs him, runs his hand over his chest, then down his side, and kisses him behind his ear. Sam exhales, relaxing. Dean strokes his thigh, then brings his hand to his lips, licking his fingers. Then his hand goes back to Sam's thigh, stroking his buttocks, gently spreading them apart. Sam moans softly as he feels Dean's finger slowly penetrate him, and Dean immediately freezes.
“It’s okay...” Sam whispers in response to the unspoken question. - It’s just... unusual... continue...
Dean kisses his brother's neck, distracting him, bites the skin, causing a muffled moan, and carefully moves his finger in the tight hole, relaxing him.
When Dean adds a second finger, Sam doesn't moan, but sobs softly, his whole body trembling. He had never experienced such sensations before - Dean sliding inside him, stroking him, stretching him. It’s so strange... pleasant, painfully sweet, and at the same time with a tart aftertaste of pain - but maybe that’s why it turns out so incredibly well?..
Sam doesn't have time to figure it out. With a loud groan, he arches, leaning back, pushing himself harder onto the fingers caressing him when Dean touches something inside him, causing a shower of sparks to scatter throughout his body.
Sam can't see Dean smiling, feeling the body pressed against him. With his other hand, he brushes back his brother's dark strands of hair and kisses his ear.
- Ready? - he asks quietly, and Sam, unable to answer, simply nods.
The fingers disappear, replaced by the sensation of slow, persistent pressure on his body. Dean enters him slowly, distracting his brother with kisses on his neck and his hand stroking his penis. He enters him completely and freezes, letting Sam get used to the sensations.
Sam exhales slowly. It’s so unusual... to feel Dean not just next to you, but within yourself, to feel like one with him... it’s impossible to think of anything better...
Dean hugs him, runs his hand over his chest. Sam catches his hand and intertwines his fingers, squeezing his hand.
“Continue...” he whispers hoarsely, without opening his eyes.
Dean kisses him behind his ear again and gently moves his hips, moving out and in again. Sam moans quietly, not from pain, but from pleasure, and moves towards him. Dean smiles, hugs his brother tighter and slowly begins to move, gradually increasing his speed. His lips wander over his younger brother’s neck, and his hand strokes his penis in time with the movement. Sam moans and sobs, barely audible at first, and then louder and louder.
Holding his brother close to him, Dean feels like lava is boiling inside him, splashing in him like a hot wave, burning him, driving him crazy. Sam's moans only add fuel to the fire - Dean himself is already quietly moaning, burying his face in his brother's shaggy mane of hair.
Sam's breathing is ragged, barely able to catch his breath between Dean's thrusts and his own moans. He yelps every time Dean hits something inside him, and responds by rocking his hips, thrusting back. Clutching the sheet in his fist, he drowns in sensations - Dean in him, his lips caressing his neck, his hand squeezing his penis, moving in the same rhythm with them, and only one thought is pulsating in Sam's head - just don't stop...
“I’m not going to,” Dean whispers in his ear, and Sam realizes he said it out loud. But it doesn’t matter anymore - he feels electric discharges running through his skin and understands that the end is near.
Sam still doesn't open his eyes, clenching his fists. He sucks in air, but doesn’t have time - an abyss suddenly opens up under him, and with a drawn-out “Di-in...” Sam cums into his brother’s palm.
This groan of his becomes the last straw for Dean. He jerks into his brother's shuddering body, forcing him to arch, and suddenly gasps. Everything goes dark before his eyes, and Dean, clinging to Sam, cums with him.
When he comes to his senses, his head is spinning wildly. Dean opens his eyes and sees the back of Sam's head.
“Sammy...” Dean whispers. The voice is barely audible, but the brother responds:
- It's okay, Dean...
Dean lifts himself up on his elbow with difficulty and leans over him, brushing damp strands of hair away from his temple. She leans down and runs her lips along his neck, collecting bitter drops.
Sam fidgets and rolls over, facing his brother. Dean looks into his eyes - satisfied, full of languid pleasure, sees a tired smile on his lips, and smiles too.
“This has never happened to me,” Sam whispers quietly, and Dean believes him. It was the first time he felt everything so vividly.
Sam reaches out to him, and Dean obediently leans towards his brother, pressing a warm kiss to his lips. Sam smiles, tearing away from him, and flops tiredly onto the pillow. Dean wipes it off with the edge of a miraculously untorn sheet and brushes his bangs, which are always in the way, out of his face. Sam puts his arm around him, pulling him close, and Dean lies down next to him, moving him closer to him so he doesn't fall off the bed.
Sam gets up and, leaning over Dean, picks up the long-discarded blanket from the floor. He covers them both and lays back down on the bed, resting his head on Dean's outstretched arm. Dean moves closer to him, nuzzles his temple, hugs him with his other arm across his chest. Sam smiles slightly, already half asleep. It's so good to have Dean around...
Dean touches the temple of a quietly snoring Sam with his lips, and closes his eyes, quietly whispering one last time:
- Good night, Sammy...