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cillab42Day 2
Sam woke and turned over in his bed; the sheets were like a gazillion thread count and the mattress was perfect; it was firm yet soft enough for him to be comfortable giving him the best night’s sleep he’d had in ages. In his half waken, half sleep state his first thought was how to convince Dean to stay one more night just for the bed, let alone what he wanted to do to the older man on it.
He lay there trying to let the bed lull him back to sleep, but sleep escaped him. A combination of visions of Dean on this bed, morning wood and a full bladder would not allow that to happen, so he rolled over until he was in a sitting position on the side of the bed.
Rubbing his eyes, Sam stretched and yawned and wondered what the fuck did he eat, because his mouth tasted like ashes and then it all came back to him; Dean, Charlie and last night with Maria. Oh yeah, and the fact that he was a dragon who spit fire was probably the reason why his mouth tasted awful.
Slowly opening his eyes, Sam took in his surroundings. He was no longer in the little tent that Charlie had originally set up for them, because this was clearly a solid structure and he was just in one of its rooms. He was confused because he thought that when Boltar’s book of spells had been destroyed that things would go back to normal, but this this wasn’t normal.
This was morphing into a new (old) world that was overtaking his own and if he and Dean didn’t come up with something soon, this would be their world.
“Think, Sam, think,” he said to himself, “When did things begin to change when did they go from playing FBI to actually being GOT.”
The Shadow Orc in the stocks, or to be more precise, the Shadow Orc in the stocks after he had been in the tech tent with Maria was when things changed. This was the same Maria who showed up every goddamned place she wasn’t supposed to be. It was as though she had some kind of tracking device on him. The same Maria who’d interrupted him making love to Dean.
Bitch.
She had shown up last night when he’d returned from the castle, in his bed. He’d been nice to her and told him that he wasn’t interested but she seemed to take it in stride. The way she’d been following him he’d thought that she would have put up more of a fight, but she went away too easily.
Why?
She knew something, but what. This kind of change in time and place took serious black magic that he didn’t think that she possessed, but then he hadn’t thought Boltar had it either, but look how that turned out.
He was awake now and Maria had all of his attention, but not in the way that she wanted him too. He needed to research what kind of spell that was so powerful that it could travel this far back in time. It almost made Cas comatose when he sent them back thirty years, so this should have killed a novice like Maria.
Sam quickly dressed and searched the house for Dean. There was only two other rooms and his brother wasn’t in either of them, so that meant that he was still with Charlie, safe from whatever.
As he made his way back to the tech tent, Sam took in the noticeable differences since last night. There were no more tents; there were solid structures, huts similar to the Shadow Orcs' village, but cleaner. There were pig pins, and corrals filled with other domestic animals as well as some wandering around. Where there were animals there were also mosquitoes. Big fucking mosquitoes that were all intent on draining Sam dry.
It seemed that when he killed one, five more came to feast on him, impeding his trip to the tent as he tried to fight them off. With the way the things were biting him now, he would end up with malaria before he reached his destination. With a cursory glance around him, Sam breathed out a little fire and roasted the blood suckers. Apparently there were perks to being a dragon.
The walk from his hut was longer than he remembered, but then he shouldn’t be surprised, the first time he made this trip he was walking through a public park, but now he was walking through a medieval village that someone had conjured up from nothing.
The tent, or rather the hut was still there, but instead of computers and televisions, he found a monastery full of men dressed like Friar Tuck printing out books on parchment paper one page at a time who insisted on calling him son.
What fresh hell was this, everything was changing - had changed but how could he get them back to their time if he couldn’t do the research. Some of the books that he needed hadn’t been written yet. He had to get to Dean but he was scared of what he would find. Would Dean remember or had he succumbed to the spell like everyone else.
Stepping outside the monastery, Sam turned towards the castle and literally ran into Maria.
“What did you do?” he asked her without preamble. “Everything has changed and it seems as though even though you pretend otherwise, you remember what was before.”
“That’s right Sam, like you I remember, but after this evening those memories will be no more, this will be us and you will be mine.”
“Never yours. Never. I only belong to Dean and I want him more than I want to breathe, so if your little spell is dependent on my being with you, then you’re in for a hell of a surprise honey.”
“You’ll come around eventually, because it seems that you want Dean, but Dean wants Carrie,” she informed him. “And besides, he’s your brother. Even if he doesn’t, you remember that and how wrong that is.”
“Carrie?”
“Our queen, Carrie.”
For a moment he’d forgotten that Charlie was Carrie, queen of the nerds instead of their Charlie Bradbury. He smiled at the fact that another person thought that they knew what Charlie wanted.
“Don’t worry about what’s right or wrong for Dean and I, just know that we were destined (to be?), and you are no part of it. I’m not sure why you’re doing this but you’re going to get stuck here as well.” When he saw that he was not getting through to he changed tactics, “Tell me how to end the spell and I’ll try not to kill you.”
“Oh, you sweet talker,” she laughed, “I’m not too worried about you killing me, you want answers that only I can give. Don’t you get it, this is what I want and there's nothing you can do to stop it.”
She was right, it wouldn’t do to harm her until he could figure out how to get out of this mess and she held all of the answers. He walked away from her to find Dean, hoping that between the two of them they could find an answer.
He took the scenic route back to the castle and along the way he started a fire for a couple who couldn’t get their flints to work, and changed forms to get a kitten from a tree for a crying little girl who thanked him with a flower she picked herself. Okay maybe there were some perks to being a dragon.
Dean was no longer at the castle and, in his frustration the walk back to their hut was not as pleasant and might have involved scaring a couple of kids and singeing a cow because it reminded him of how much Dean loved hamburgers.
He was sweaty and tired when he reached the hut and was ready to give Dean hell but as soon as he entered he could hear Dean singing what sounded like my heart will go on?
Following the sounds to the bedroom, Sam wasn’t sure if he should laugh or be happy that Dean still had memories from their time. There was Dean, well a version of his brother, and he was smaller and a little more lean than usual. He was still very masculine, with muscles that fit this new body of his. Dean was smaller, but still just as beautiful.
He was about to alert Dean to the fact that he was there when he saw his brother pick up his pillow, close his eyes and sniff it before muttering “Sam.”
Why did this have to be so hard? The time at the waterfall seemed so long ago and so much had happened since then. It should be easy but he wanted to tell Dean what he was feeling, but it would be easier if he had some inkling that Dean felt the same. He wished that he knew how Dean felt about him.
“Wish I had you here instead of this pillow, Sammy,” Dean muttered softly. ”want you so much.”
At least Sam thought that Dean said that but he was looking directly at the man and Sam would swear that those full lush lips did not move.
“I want you just as much,” Sam thought.
“Sam?” Dean asked as he looked around the small room and stopped when his eyes found Sam standing in the doorway.
“Yeah, Dean?”
“What’s happening? Why are you in my head?”
Sam wasn’t sure how to explain to Dean what was happening to them. How could he explain that a little girl’s fantasy had now been turned into reality by a woman who couldn’t face it? He searched for the words to tell Dean that he had been counting on him to help find an answer, but the confusion on his beautiful face told him that Dean was not going to be helpful.
“I may not understand how, but understand that something is off with us. Does it have to do with the weird things I see when I close my eyes? I see monsters that you and I kill. In fact we ride around the country in a black metal contraption seeking them out. Hunting them.”
“That’s right, Dean, that was our life,“ Sam explained as he walked over to his brother and pulled his back onto his chest, grounding him there by wrapping a large arm around Dean’s fragile shoulders. “But like so many other things, it has been stolen from us, so we’ll adjust and live this new one.”
“Stolen,” Dean sighed, “that sounds about right. I feel sorrow each time I open my eyes. I try not to close them but something compels me to. It’s as though I have to get rid of those memories or some reason. I think that it is almost over because now my strongest memories are of Carrie and two men with beards who are still there, but the men’s faces are not in focus any longer.”
“I’m still here,” Sam reassured him.
“That’s a given.”
They stood like that for what seemed like forever, but was really only a few minutes, but Sam felt that if he held Dean then he could stop those last few memories of their dad and Bobby from escaping, but then Dean tilted his head against Sam’s arm and he felt those long eyelashes brush up against his arm as Dean closed his eyes.
“Sam are you… ashamed of what we did at the waterfall yesterday or is it that you belong to Gholandria and I was just a dalliance, that you really don’t want me?”
Pushing his hips forward, Sam asked, “Does this feel like I don’t want you? And why would I feel ashamed to have you. You’re beautiful, smart and a million other things that I don’t have time to list.”
Shrugging his shoulders, Dean said, “Sometimes this feels wrong.”
Sam reached to turn Dean around so that he could see into his eyes when he talked to him but Dean turned on his own. For a moment he forgot that they could read one another’s thoughts.
“This is not wrong, Dean, this was preordained and I won’t let you feel guilty about it,” Sam told him as he leaned in for a kiss.
This kiss wasn’t playful like the one at the waterfall. It was messy and desperate, Sam felt as though Dean might disappear from his arms along with the memories in the older man’s head.
“Out,” Dean demanded as he broke the kiss, “if you want to fuck me, you can, but I will only allow you to have one part of my body at a time, so get outta my head Sammy.”
The sound of Dean’s voice filling the room startled Sam, but his brother was right it was intrusive enough that he was in Dean’s head, but to do it as he allowed him to possess his body was abusive so he broke the link.
Once he could no longer hear Dean’s thoughts, the older man took Sam by the hand and led him to the bed, and asked, “Will you undress me Sammy, wanted that for a long time.”
Sam smiled at the invitation. He wasn’t sure what a long time was for Dean in his current state of mind, but he knew that it had been a lifetime of want for him. All of those motel rooms watching his brother reveal that perfect body and he dammed near had to cut off his hand to stop form touching, but now he had free reign.
Leaning in for a kiss, Sam reached for the hem of Dean’s tunic and pulled it up, breaking the kiss momentarily to pull the offending material over Dean’s head. The cloth was thrown across the room as Sam reclaimed Dean’s mouth.
He loved the fact that Dean’s hair was now longer because he could grab it and hold his head in place. For a second he imagined using it to hold him still as he fucked that mouth, forcing Dean to take him deep.
Breaking the kiss, Sam lips moved along Deans jawline, but were summoned back when Dean gasped his name and Sam had to taste his name on that mouth. It sounded like heaven and tasted like sin and Sam was instantly addicted.
His tongue traced the outline of Dean’s mouth, but instead of asking for an invitation, he let a hand travel up to one of Dean’s nipples and tasted slipping his tongue in the cavern of Dean’s mouth when he huffed at the pain.
Holding Dean’s head at an angle that made it easier for him to ravish the shorter man’s mouth, Sam let his tongue seek out all of the sweetness that he’d been denied over the years. The muscle cataloged the ridges of the roof of his brother’s mouth before dueling with his tongue and settling on mimicking the act of fucking.
As he tongue fucked his lover, Sam let his hands wander and before long he was breaking the kiss to see the skin that his hands were discovering. He watched as his hands traced the contours of Deans toned chest with well-defined pecs that were adorned with dusky nipples that under his ministrations had turned into hard nubs that stood out in an invitation for Sam’s mouth.
Leaning forward, Sam took Deans right nipple into his mouth and suckled, eliciting a soft moan from his lover, but when he gently bit down, Dean let out a whine that made his cock throb and spit out precome.
“Should have known that you’d like a little pain,” Sam teased before his mouth found the nub again with his teeth, this time it wasn’t so gentle and neither were the fingers that was twisting the other one.
Giving the nipples a final bite, Sam slid his mouth to the center of Dean’s chest to the space between his pecs and followed it down until he met the top of the tights that Dean still wore. With a gentle push, Sam soon had Dean’s back lying on the bed while his legs remained over the side with his feet touching the floor.
Sam then reached up and tugged the offending tights off taking the soft shoes that Dean had been wearing with them. It was Sam’s turn to gasp when he saw Dean had gone commando and he watched in fascination as it was freed, Dean's hard cock slapped against his stomach.
After finally getting Dean naked, Sam made a show of undressing himself with Dean watching him hungrily through hooded eyes as he stroked his cock enjoying the tease.
Walking between Dean’s spread legs, Sam removed Dean’s hand and sank to his knees and took the beautiful cock between his lips.
Dean wasn’t his first boy, so Sam was schooled in the nuances of sucking a dick, and he wanted to show Dean the things he’d learned while waiting for him and started by working his way down Dean’s cock until his nose was nestled into the coarse red hairs as the base of Dean’s dick.
“God, Sammy,” Dean moaned as he bucked his hips at the feel of Sam’s mouth. “Feels so good” and Sam just hummed his approval.
Sam pulled back so that he could breathe, and then went to work in earnest, starting with taking his tongue and swiping it across the bulbous head and slit to gather up the precome that was oozing out. He then flattened his tongue and let it flatten against the underside and he filled his mouth with Dean’s member.
He bobbed his head up and down working Dean’s cock and when Dean started fucking his throat, he took his large forearm and held him down until Dean began to pant, “Gonna come Sam, gonna come”
He then loosened the hold he had on Deans hips and let him come down his throat.
As he used his mouth to work Dean through his orgasm, the older man then asked, “Gonna fuck me now Sammy, please say you’re gonna fuck me.”
“Course I am Dean,” Sam murmured, his voice raspy from Dean’s cock. “Suck ‘em” he ordered as he placed three fingers at Dean’s mouth.
“There a pot of oil on the table”, Dean told Sam as he pointed to a little black jar on the table across the room.
“Really?” Sam lifted his eyebrows to question its existence, “been planning this Dean, and using this while thinking of me?”
Sam made his way across the room to retrieve the pot, but when he turned back to face the bed, Dean was up on his knees, face down and ass up, fucking presenting himself to Sam. As he took in the beautiful ass, the hand that held the pot trembled with desire and anticipation at what Dean was offering him.
Once his hand was steady, Sam joined Dean on the bed and dipped his fingers into the oil after carefully placing it on the bed. He watched the liquid drip from his fingers onto the bed as he guided them to that pink hole between Deans cheeks. There was going to be a mess when they were finished, but Sam planned on making a much bigger mess than the pot of oil would, so he really didn’t care, and besides he was in never-fucking-never land, he could just wish it away.
After pulling the globes of Dean’s ass apart, Sam leaned forward and licked a stripe in the crevice lingering at the winking entrance to get a taste of Dean. He was going to push his tongue inside when he heard a muffled moan coming from the man he was torturing.
“Un uh, Dean,” Sam told him. “I finally have you here, I want to hear those sounds you make for me. If you cover them up I’ll stop.”
Sam wasn’t sure whose resolve he was testing, his own or Dean’s but was relieved that he didn’t have to find out as Dean let out a low guttural moan when his younger brother’s tongue breached the tight hole.
After the next swipe on his tongue, Sam added a finger and was mesmerized at the way Dean took it, as though his ass was hungry for it. If that was the case, then he definitely needed another. When he added a third finger Sam was rewarded with not only moaning that he was sure Charlie could hear at her castle, but also by Dean pushing his ass back, fucking himself on Sam’s large fingers.
As a reward for that, Sam crooked his fingers until they found that little bundle of nerves and had Dean clenching so hard that it was a surprise that Sam’s fingers didn’t break.
“Fuck, Sam,” Dean gasped. “Need you inside me. Please!”
Dean’s broken plea had Sam removing his fingers and scrambling between legs spread wide in invitation. The hole that he’d been fingering was clenching as though begging him to fill it. Slicking his cock with the rest of the oil from his fingers he was soon lined up with Dean’s hole and was slowly sinking in.
Sam moaned whine his hips became flush with the perfect ass he just sank into. Dean’s tight heat felt as good as it surrounded him. This is what he had yearned for, for years and now he was splitting Dean open as he roughly took his brother. For the very first time he didn’t have to pretend that the boy he met in a college bar or the girl with no breasts was his brother. He could scream out Dean’s name and see Dean respond in kind instead of some stranger being pissed at being used.
The hardest thing was taking the time to let Dean’s body adjust to the invasion, and he felt as though he was hanging on by a thread as he waited for Dean to tell him it was okay to move.
“Move, Sam,” Dean pushed his hips back and uttered a word more magical that anything found in this kingdom they’d found themselves in.
Just like the kiss before he’d planned - fuck who was he kidding? He couldn’t go slowly if his life depended on it. He was finally inside Dean and judging by the way Dean was matching him stroke for stroke, slow wouldn’t be appreciated.
Each stroke Sam went deeper and deeper, he wanted to crawl inside of his brother’s body and possess him, so that he would know who owned him body and soul.
The moaning became louder and louder and it was as though he and Dean were battling to let the other know how good the other felt.
He was close and the way Dean’s body was milking him, he’d swear that Dean was as well so he reached around his brother and tugged on his cock to bring him to completion. A couple of more strokes into Sam’s hand and Dean spilled his seed. As he came, Dean moaned again and pulled Sam into him for a kiss while his brother was chasing his own orgasm.
Sam could feel it building. As Dean’s body worked its way through the aftershocks it continued to milk Sam’s dick until the large body seized up and filled Dean’s hole with his come. Just as he spilled inside Dean they were startled by the loud beeping sound warning that the battery was low on the cell phone.
Sam squeezed his eyes closed before opening them, because he knew - felt it in his bones that something was different. It seemed that the warning sound of the alarm brought their reality back, even if he didn’t open his eyes he knew because he was now crushing Dean and he lay on top of him on the small uncomfortable cot.
When he heard Dean’s gasp of horror, he finally opened his eyes to face the truth.
When he did it, it seemed that whatever magic that had taken over was now gone. He tried to see if he could still breathe fire and when he made the attempt, all he managed was a hacking cough.
Before either of them could acknowledge the changes there was a commotion at the door of the tent and a furious Maria entered.
“What the hell did you do?” Maria screeched. She stopped short when she took in the picture before her; it wasn’t fair that he got to have Sam but not her. But I thought that you two were brothers? I knew that couldn’t be true; that you were lying.”
“Maria,” Sam said but the woman was too obtuse to ignore the warning in his voice.
“But you were supposed to be mine; we were going to live here. I would be your princess and you my knight…”
“If anyone was going to be his princess, Maria, it would be me!“ Dean said. “Well you know what I mean,” and as Sam’s cock began hardening inside him, that was proof that his brother did understand him.
Things were a little awkward once Maria was ushered from the tent; Sam and Dean cleaned themselves up and dressed in silence. Now that the magic was gone, was everything between them gone as well?
Sam wasn’t sure because Dean didn’t volunteer the information and Sam didn’t press for answers. As a matter of fact, Dean didn’t speak much after that, even when they said goodbye to Charlie. Sam figured that he was trying to come to a conclusion about them.
They were on the road for hours between Farmington Hills and their next hunt. When Sam pulled up in front of the motel they were going to call home for the night, Dean grabbed his arm to stop him as he made to get out of the car and said, “Get a room with a king.”
Three days later, Maria went to see Clarice. She drove down the same suburban streets and walked into the house of her Nona’s friend.
“No, Niña,” Clarice denied her. “This was a powerful spell and I only promised to try it once. It was very dangerous getting the ingredients the first time, doing it a second time is something I can’t risk.”
“But…”
“I did the first spell as a way to honor my mentor, your grandmother, but I have done my duty, Goodbye, Niña,” Clarice cut her off.
Maria and her book made their way back to the high rise apartment she called home. It didn’t feel right, not anymore. She clutched her Nona’s book to her chest and read. If Clarice wouldn’t give her this, then she would find a way on her own. If stupid little Gerry could get rid of his enemies in a pretend game then she could drop a body or two to make her pretend world real.
The end
Masterpost
Sam woke and turned over in his bed; the sheets were like a gazillion thread count and the mattress was perfect; it was firm yet soft enough for him to be comfortable giving him the best night’s sleep he’d had in ages. In his half waken, half sleep state his first thought was how to convince Dean to stay one more night just for the bed, let alone what he wanted to do to the older man on it.
He lay there trying to let the bed lull him back to sleep, but sleep escaped him. A combination of visions of Dean on this bed, morning wood and a full bladder would not allow that to happen, so he rolled over until he was in a sitting position on the side of the bed.
Rubbing his eyes, Sam stretched and yawned and wondered what the fuck did he eat, because his mouth tasted like ashes and then it all came back to him; Dean, Charlie and last night with Maria. Oh yeah, and the fact that he was a dragon who spit fire was probably the reason why his mouth tasted awful.
Slowly opening his eyes, Sam took in his surroundings. He was no longer in the little tent that Charlie had originally set up for them, because this was clearly a solid structure and he was just in one of its rooms. He was confused because he thought that when Boltar’s book of spells had been destroyed that things would go back to normal, but this this wasn’t normal.
This was morphing into a new (old) world that was overtaking his own and if he and Dean didn’t come up with something soon, this would be their world.
“Think, Sam, think,” he said to himself, “When did things begin to change when did they go from playing FBI to actually being GOT.”
The Shadow Orc in the stocks, or to be more precise, the Shadow Orc in the stocks after he had been in the tech tent with Maria was when things changed. This was the same Maria who showed up every goddamned place she wasn’t supposed to be. It was as though she had some kind of tracking device on him. The same Maria who’d interrupted him making love to Dean.
Bitch.
She had shown up last night when he’d returned from the castle, in his bed. He’d been nice to her and told him that he wasn’t interested but she seemed to take it in stride. The way she’d been following him he’d thought that she would have put up more of a fight, but she went away too easily.
Why?
She knew something, but what. This kind of change in time and place took serious black magic that he didn’t think that she possessed, but then he hadn’t thought Boltar had it either, but look how that turned out.
He was awake now and Maria had all of his attention, but not in the way that she wanted him too. He needed to research what kind of spell that was so powerful that it could travel this far back in time. It almost made Cas comatose when he sent them back thirty years, so this should have killed a novice like Maria.
Sam quickly dressed and searched the house for Dean. There was only two other rooms and his brother wasn’t in either of them, so that meant that he was still with Charlie, safe from whatever.
As he made his way back to the tech tent, Sam took in the noticeable differences since last night. There were no more tents; there were solid structures, huts similar to the Shadow Orcs' village, but cleaner. There were pig pins, and corrals filled with other domestic animals as well as some wandering around. Where there were animals there were also mosquitoes. Big fucking mosquitoes that were all intent on draining Sam dry.
It seemed that when he killed one, five more came to feast on him, impeding his trip to the tent as he tried to fight them off. With the way the things were biting him now, he would end up with malaria before he reached his destination. With a cursory glance around him, Sam breathed out a little fire and roasted the blood suckers. Apparently there were perks to being a dragon.
The walk from his hut was longer than he remembered, but then he shouldn’t be surprised, the first time he made this trip he was walking through a public park, but now he was walking through a medieval village that someone had conjured up from nothing.
The tent, or rather the hut was still there, but instead of computers and televisions, he found a monastery full of men dressed like Friar Tuck printing out books on parchment paper one page at a time who insisted on calling him son.
What fresh hell was this, everything was changing - had changed but how could he get them back to their time if he couldn’t do the research. Some of the books that he needed hadn’t been written yet. He had to get to Dean but he was scared of what he would find. Would Dean remember or had he succumbed to the spell like everyone else.
Stepping outside the monastery, Sam turned towards the castle and literally ran into Maria.
“What did you do?” he asked her without preamble. “Everything has changed and it seems as though even though you pretend otherwise, you remember what was before.”
“That’s right Sam, like you I remember, but after this evening those memories will be no more, this will be us and you will be mine.”
“Never yours. Never. I only belong to Dean and I want him more than I want to breathe, so if your little spell is dependent on my being with you, then you’re in for a hell of a surprise honey.”
“You’ll come around eventually, because it seems that you want Dean, but Dean wants Carrie,” she informed him. “And besides, he’s your brother. Even if he doesn’t, you remember that and how wrong that is.”
“Carrie?”
“Our queen, Carrie.”
For a moment he’d forgotten that Charlie was Carrie, queen of the nerds instead of their Charlie Bradbury. He smiled at the fact that another person thought that they knew what Charlie wanted.
“Don’t worry about what’s right or wrong for Dean and I, just know that we were destined (to be?), and you are no part of it. I’m not sure why you’re doing this but you’re going to get stuck here as well.” When he saw that he was not getting through to he changed tactics, “Tell me how to end the spell and I’ll try not to kill you.”
“Oh, you sweet talker,” she laughed, “I’m not too worried about you killing me, you want answers that only I can give. Don’t you get it, this is what I want and there's nothing you can do to stop it.”
She was right, it wouldn’t do to harm her until he could figure out how to get out of this mess and she held all of the answers. He walked away from her to find Dean, hoping that between the two of them they could find an answer.
He took the scenic route back to the castle and along the way he started a fire for a couple who couldn’t get their flints to work, and changed forms to get a kitten from a tree for a crying little girl who thanked him with a flower she picked herself. Okay maybe there were some perks to being a dragon.
Dean was no longer at the castle and, in his frustration the walk back to their hut was not as pleasant and might have involved scaring a couple of kids and singeing a cow because it reminded him of how much Dean loved hamburgers.
He was sweaty and tired when he reached the hut and was ready to give Dean hell but as soon as he entered he could hear Dean singing what sounded like my heart will go on?
Following the sounds to the bedroom, Sam wasn’t sure if he should laugh or be happy that Dean still had memories from their time. There was Dean, well a version of his brother, and he was smaller and a little more lean than usual. He was still very masculine, with muscles that fit this new body of his. Dean was smaller, but still just as beautiful.
He was about to alert Dean to the fact that he was there when he saw his brother pick up his pillow, close his eyes and sniff it before muttering “Sam.”
Why did this have to be so hard? The time at the waterfall seemed so long ago and so much had happened since then. It should be easy but he wanted to tell Dean what he was feeling, but it would be easier if he had some inkling that Dean felt the same. He wished that he knew how Dean felt about him.
“Wish I had you here instead of this pillow, Sammy,” Dean muttered softly. ”want you so much.”
At least Sam thought that Dean said that but he was looking directly at the man and Sam would swear that those full lush lips did not move.
“I want you just as much,” Sam thought.
“Sam?” Dean asked as he looked around the small room and stopped when his eyes found Sam standing in the doorway.
“Yeah, Dean?”
“What’s happening? Why are you in my head?”
Sam wasn’t sure how to explain to Dean what was happening to them. How could he explain that a little girl’s fantasy had now been turned into reality by a woman who couldn’t face it? He searched for the words to tell Dean that he had been counting on him to help find an answer, but the confusion on his beautiful face told him that Dean was not going to be helpful.
“I may not understand how, but understand that something is off with us. Does it have to do with the weird things I see when I close my eyes? I see monsters that you and I kill. In fact we ride around the country in a black metal contraption seeking them out. Hunting them.”
“That’s right, Dean, that was our life,“ Sam explained as he walked over to his brother and pulled his back onto his chest, grounding him there by wrapping a large arm around Dean’s fragile shoulders. “But like so many other things, it has been stolen from us, so we’ll adjust and live this new one.”
“Stolen,” Dean sighed, “that sounds about right. I feel sorrow each time I open my eyes. I try not to close them but something compels me to. It’s as though I have to get rid of those memories or some reason. I think that it is almost over because now my strongest memories are of Carrie and two men with beards who are still there, but the men’s faces are not in focus any longer.”
“I’m still here,” Sam reassured him.
“That’s a given.”
They stood like that for what seemed like forever, but was really only a few minutes, but Sam felt that if he held Dean then he could stop those last few memories of their dad and Bobby from escaping, but then Dean tilted his head against Sam’s arm and he felt those long eyelashes brush up against his arm as Dean closed his eyes.
“Sam are you… ashamed of what we did at the waterfall yesterday or is it that you belong to Gholandria and I was just a dalliance, that you really don’t want me?”
Pushing his hips forward, Sam asked, “Does this feel like I don’t want you? And why would I feel ashamed to have you. You’re beautiful, smart and a million other things that I don’t have time to list.”
Shrugging his shoulders, Dean said, “Sometimes this feels wrong.”
Sam reached to turn Dean around so that he could see into his eyes when he talked to him but Dean turned on his own. For a moment he forgot that they could read one another’s thoughts.
“This is not wrong, Dean, this was preordained and I won’t let you feel guilty about it,” Sam told him as he leaned in for a kiss.
This kiss wasn’t playful like the one at the waterfall. It was messy and desperate, Sam felt as though Dean might disappear from his arms along with the memories in the older man’s head.
“Out,” Dean demanded as he broke the kiss, “if you want to fuck me, you can, but I will only allow you to have one part of my body at a time, so get outta my head Sammy.”
The sound of Dean’s voice filling the room startled Sam, but his brother was right it was intrusive enough that he was in Dean’s head, but to do it as he allowed him to possess his body was abusive so he broke the link.
Once he could no longer hear Dean’s thoughts, the older man took Sam by the hand and led him to the bed, and asked, “Will you undress me Sammy, wanted that for a long time.”
Sam smiled at the invitation. He wasn’t sure what a long time was for Dean in his current state of mind, but he knew that it had been a lifetime of want for him. All of those motel rooms watching his brother reveal that perfect body and he dammed near had to cut off his hand to stop form touching, but now he had free reign.
Leaning in for a kiss, Sam reached for the hem of Dean’s tunic and pulled it up, breaking the kiss momentarily to pull the offending material over Dean’s head. The cloth was thrown across the room as Sam reclaimed Dean’s mouth.
He loved the fact that Dean’s hair was now longer because he could grab it and hold his head in place. For a second he imagined using it to hold him still as he fucked that mouth, forcing Dean to take him deep.
Breaking the kiss, Sam lips moved along Deans jawline, but were summoned back when Dean gasped his name and Sam had to taste his name on that mouth. It sounded like heaven and tasted like sin and Sam was instantly addicted.
His tongue traced the outline of Dean’s mouth, but instead of asking for an invitation, he let a hand travel up to one of Dean’s nipples and tasted slipping his tongue in the cavern of Dean’s mouth when he huffed at the pain.
Holding Dean’s head at an angle that made it easier for him to ravish the shorter man’s mouth, Sam let his tongue seek out all of the sweetness that he’d been denied over the years. The muscle cataloged the ridges of the roof of his brother’s mouth before dueling with his tongue and settling on mimicking the act of fucking.
As he tongue fucked his lover, Sam let his hands wander and before long he was breaking the kiss to see the skin that his hands were discovering. He watched as his hands traced the contours of Deans toned chest with well-defined pecs that were adorned with dusky nipples that under his ministrations had turned into hard nubs that stood out in an invitation for Sam’s mouth.
Leaning forward, Sam took Deans right nipple into his mouth and suckled, eliciting a soft moan from his lover, but when he gently bit down, Dean let out a whine that made his cock throb and spit out precome.
“Should have known that you’d like a little pain,” Sam teased before his mouth found the nub again with his teeth, this time it wasn’t so gentle and neither were the fingers that was twisting the other one.
Giving the nipples a final bite, Sam slid his mouth to the center of Dean’s chest to the space between his pecs and followed it down until he met the top of the tights that Dean still wore. With a gentle push, Sam soon had Dean’s back lying on the bed while his legs remained over the side with his feet touching the floor.
Sam then reached up and tugged the offending tights off taking the soft shoes that Dean had been wearing with them. It was Sam’s turn to gasp when he saw Dean had gone commando and he watched in fascination as it was freed, Dean's hard cock slapped against his stomach.
After finally getting Dean naked, Sam made a show of undressing himself with Dean watching him hungrily through hooded eyes as he stroked his cock enjoying the tease.
Walking between Dean’s spread legs, Sam removed Dean’s hand and sank to his knees and took the beautiful cock between his lips.
Dean wasn’t his first boy, so Sam was schooled in the nuances of sucking a dick, and he wanted to show Dean the things he’d learned while waiting for him and started by working his way down Dean’s cock until his nose was nestled into the coarse red hairs as the base of Dean’s dick.
“God, Sammy,” Dean moaned as he bucked his hips at the feel of Sam’s mouth. “Feels so good” and Sam just hummed his approval.
Sam pulled back so that he could breathe, and then went to work in earnest, starting with taking his tongue and swiping it across the bulbous head and slit to gather up the precome that was oozing out. He then flattened his tongue and let it flatten against the underside and he filled his mouth with Dean’s member.
He bobbed his head up and down working Dean’s cock and when Dean started fucking his throat, he took his large forearm and held him down until Dean began to pant, “Gonna come Sam, gonna come”
He then loosened the hold he had on Deans hips and let him come down his throat.
As he used his mouth to work Dean through his orgasm, the older man then asked, “Gonna fuck me now Sammy, please say you’re gonna fuck me.”
“Course I am Dean,” Sam murmured, his voice raspy from Dean’s cock. “Suck ‘em” he ordered as he placed three fingers at Dean’s mouth.
“There a pot of oil on the table”, Dean told Sam as he pointed to a little black jar on the table across the room.
“Really?” Sam lifted his eyebrows to question its existence, “been planning this Dean, and using this while thinking of me?”
Sam made his way across the room to retrieve the pot, but when he turned back to face the bed, Dean was up on his knees, face down and ass up, fucking presenting himself to Sam. As he took in the beautiful ass, the hand that held the pot trembled with desire and anticipation at what Dean was offering him.
Once his hand was steady, Sam joined Dean on the bed and dipped his fingers into the oil after carefully placing it on the bed. He watched the liquid drip from his fingers onto the bed as he guided them to that pink hole between Deans cheeks. There was going to be a mess when they were finished, but Sam planned on making a much bigger mess than the pot of oil would, so he really didn’t care, and besides he was in never-fucking-never land, he could just wish it away.
After pulling the globes of Dean’s ass apart, Sam leaned forward and licked a stripe in the crevice lingering at the winking entrance to get a taste of Dean. He was going to push his tongue inside when he heard a muffled moan coming from the man he was torturing.
“Un uh, Dean,” Sam told him. “I finally have you here, I want to hear those sounds you make for me. If you cover them up I’ll stop.”
Sam wasn’t sure whose resolve he was testing, his own or Dean’s but was relieved that he didn’t have to find out as Dean let out a low guttural moan when his younger brother’s tongue breached the tight hole.
After the next swipe on his tongue, Sam added a finger and was mesmerized at the way Dean took it, as though his ass was hungry for it. If that was the case, then he definitely needed another. When he added a third finger Sam was rewarded with not only moaning that he was sure Charlie could hear at her castle, but also by Dean pushing his ass back, fucking himself on Sam’s large fingers.
As a reward for that, Sam crooked his fingers until they found that little bundle of nerves and had Dean clenching so hard that it was a surprise that Sam’s fingers didn’t break.
“Fuck, Sam,” Dean gasped. “Need you inside me. Please!”
Dean’s broken plea had Sam removing his fingers and scrambling between legs spread wide in invitation. The hole that he’d been fingering was clenching as though begging him to fill it. Slicking his cock with the rest of the oil from his fingers he was soon lined up with Dean’s hole and was slowly sinking in.
Sam moaned whine his hips became flush with the perfect ass he just sank into. Dean’s tight heat felt as good as it surrounded him. This is what he had yearned for, for years and now he was splitting Dean open as he roughly took his brother. For the very first time he didn’t have to pretend that the boy he met in a college bar or the girl with no breasts was his brother. He could scream out Dean’s name and see Dean respond in kind instead of some stranger being pissed at being used.
The hardest thing was taking the time to let Dean’s body adjust to the invasion, and he felt as though he was hanging on by a thread as he waited for Dean to tell him it was okay to move.
“Move, Sam,” Dean pushed his hips back and uttered a word more magical that anything found in this kingdom they’d found themselves in.
Just like the kiss before he’d planned - fuck who was he kidding? He couldn’t go slowly if his life depended on it. He was finally inside Dean and judging by the way Dean was matching him stroke for stroke, slow wouldn’t be appreciated.
Each stroke Sam went deeper and deeper, he wanted to crawl inside of his brother’s body and possess him, so that he would know who owned him body and soul.
The moaning became louder and louder and it was as though he and Dean were battling to let the other know how good the other felt.
He was close and the way Dean’s body was milking him, he’d swear that Dean was as well so he reached around his brother and tugged on his cock to bring him to completion. A couple of more strokes into Sam’s hand and Dean spilled his seed. As he came, Dean moaned again and pulled Sam into him for a kiss while his brother was chasing his own orgasm.
Sam could feel it building. As Dean’s body worked its way through the aftershocks it continued to milk Sam’s dick until the large body seized up and filled Dean’s hole with his come. Just as he spilled inside Dean they were startled by the loud beeping sound warning that the battery was low on the cell phone.
Sam squeezed his eyes closed before opening them, because he knew - felt it in his bones that something was different. It seemed that the warning sound of the alarm brought their reality back, even if he didn’t open his eyes he knew because he was now crushing Dean and he lay on top of him on the small uncomfortable cot.
When he heard Dean’s gasp of horror, he finally opened his eyes to face the truth.
When he did it, it seemed that whatever magic that had taken over was now gone. He tried to see if he could still breathe fire and when he made the attempt, all he managed was a hacking cough.
Before either of them could acknowledge the changes there was a commotion at the door of the tent and a furious Maria entered.
“What the hell did you do?” Maria screeched. She stopped short when she took in the picture before her; it wasn’t fair that he got to have Sam but not her. But I thought that you two were brothers? I knew that couldn’t be true; that you were lying.”
“Maria,” Sam said but the woman was too obtuse to ignore the warning in his voice.
“But you were supposed to be mine; we were going to live here. I would be your princess and you my knight…”
“If anyone was going to be his princess, Maria, it would be me!“ Dean said. “Well you know what I mean,” and as Sam’s cock began hardening inside him, that was proof that his brother did understand him.
Things were a little awkward once Maria was ushered from the tent; Sam and Dean cleaned themselves up and dressed in silence. Now that the magic was gone, was everything between them gone as well?
Sam wasn’t sure because Dean didn’t volunteer the information and Sam didn’t press for answers. As a matter of fact, Dean didn’t speak much after that, even when they said goodbye to Charlie. Sam figured that he was trying to come to a conclusion about them.
They were on the road for hours between Farmington Hills and their next hunt. When Sam pulled up in front of the motel they were going to call home for the night, Dean grabbed his arm to stop him as he made to get out of the car and said, “Get a room with a king.”
Three days later, Maria went to see Clarice. She drove down the same suburban streets and walked into the house of her Nona’s friend.
“No, Niña,” Clarice denied her. “This was a powerful spell and I only promised to try it once. It was very dangerous getting the ingredients the first time, doing it a second time is something I can’t risk.”
“But…”
“I did the first spell as a way to honor my mentor, your grandmother, but I have done my duty, Goodbye, Niña,” Clarice cut her off.
Maria and her book made their way back to the high rise apartment she called home. It didn’t feel right, not anymore. She clutched her Nona’s book to her chest and read. If Clarice wouldn’t give her this, then she would find a way on her own. If stupid little Gerry could get rid of his enemies in a pretend game then she could drop a body or two to make her pretend world real.
The end
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