SPN Fic: Like you never have known
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summer_skinTitle: Like you never have known
Pairing: Sam/Dean
Rating: R
Wordcount: 1089, unbeta'd.
Disclaimer: If I owned it I'd never share it. I'm greedy like that.
Summary: He doesn't want to- can't- keep his hands to himself anymore, though.
A/N: I wrote this last night while I was waiting for the torrent to pop up. I wrote something after last week's episode, as well, but never posted it and I'm not sure I will now. But I like of like how this came out so I'm putting it out there, as jumbled as it is. Spoilers for 2.22.
It starts immediately, as soon as they're back on the road, on a new path but with the same purpose- to kill everything evil in their path between here and wherever they finally end- which could be far sooner then either Sam or Dean want because of Dean's unilateral decision. Sam's hand tightens over Dean's shoulder, his arm slung across the back of the Impala's seat as casual as he can get away with even though every flex of his muscles is a burning, stabbing pain in his back. He doesn't want to- can't- keep his hands to himself anymore, though. He was dead for awhile and Dean- well, he just wasn't going to go there.
Dean looks over as he drives, following Bobby and Ellen down the highway back to his house hidden in the woods to plan and strategize once again, and can see the wheels turning in Sam's head. He makes a quick decision and pulls out his phone, flipping through the speed dial quickly as he keeps his eyes on the road. Sam watches him with quiet interest and feels a warmth spread through his body when Dean starts talking.
"Bobby? Yeah, we're pulling off at the rest stop ahead. Why don't you and Ellen keep going and find a place to eat? Sam says he can't hold it anymore," Dean says with a grin and ducks slightly, out of the way of Sam's fingers tightening on his shoulder. "Yeah, we'll catch up in a few minutes."
"I can't hold it, can I?" Sam asks when he ends the call, amused. Dean looks over at him casually, his eyes heated, and shifts his eyes down Sam's body slowly.
"Can't you?"
"Guess not."
They pull off at the next rest stop and watch Bobby's truck keep going into the distance, disappearing around the curve of the road. They get out of the car without speaking and Sam follows Dean into the dark, dank cinder block rest stop, wrinkling his nose at the closed-in smell of the washroom. Dean doesn't seem to notice, or care, because he tugs Sam by the sleeve of his coat to the wall, pressing him against it gently. Sam tries to crane his neck backwards to look at Dean but he makes him stay facing front and buries his nose in the crook of Sam's neck, breathing him in. They're both bloody and filthy and tired and wrung out but nothing else matters at this very moment so Sam just stands against the wall and doesn't care as his cheek rubs against the dingy surface.
Dean runs his hands up and down Sam's flank, hitching his breath in Sam's ear as his fingers catch under the hem of Sam's coat and tugs it up with his shirt. Dean drops to his knees behind Sam and pushes the fabric up further. Sam hesitates and does look back when Dean presses a kiss to the skin above the waistband of Sam's jeans and is about to softly decline getting too naked in the small rest stop when Dean speaks up.
"I just need to..." he starts, then stops and leans in to press a kiss against Sam's back, along his spine where he remembers there's still a bloodstain there, still a thin, silvery scar- the only reminder of his short death. He feels Dean's lips tremble against his skin as his mouth hovers there, breathing, licking, sucking gently against the mark. Sam sighs and folds his arms under his head so he can lean against the wall a little more comfortably. Dean presses his forehead against Sam and whispers something Sam can't quite make out, before he turns him around carefully, staring up at him as Sam's heavy-lidded eyes watch him in the dim light. His fingers are sure as they unbuckle Sam's belt and pull the button on his jeans open. Sam lifts his hips enough to help Dean slide the denim down just a bit to pull his cock out, that fills and lengthens and hardens in his hand.
Dean keeps his eyes on Sam as he licks a stripe up the hot skin, swirling his tongue over the head. Sam's mouth falls open and he gasps softly, bracing himself against the wall in a way that won't hurt his back. Dean closes his mouth over Sam's cock and bobs his head a few times, slow and sure, before pulling back to focus his attention on the head. Sam doesn't look away and Dean doesn't move his eyes from Sam's, watching every shift in him. When Sam's close and his breath is coming in harsh pants Dean stands up and palms Sam's cock, tugging on it quick and sure. Sam raises a hand to Dean's cheek and touches him softly, pulling him in for a kiss, a bite, a suck. Dean presses against Sam's side and thrusts against Sam's hip, knocking his hands away when Sam tries to get into Dean's pants. Dean moves against him and strokes Sam's cock and once Sam gasps into his mouth Dean returns the sound, breathes the same air and shudders as well. Dean lets his head fall to Sam's shoulder and they stand like that, pressed close together and quiet, until Dean finally straightens and Sam wraps a hand around Dean's neck to pull him close again so he can hold him for a moment longer.
Sam tucks himself back into his pants as Dean pisses in one of the stalls, cleans himself up somewhat. Then they're on the road again after Dean changes his pants quickly in the parking lot, closing the short distance between themselves and Bobby and Ellen. They meet up at a small roadside diner for a well-earned meal and sit side-by-side in a cracked and torn booth seat, thighs and arms and hands pressed together.
There's a lot of touching after that night. Slight brushes, accidental caresses, wandering fingers. They attempt to keep it hidden from the trying-not-be-prying eyes but in the closeness of Bobby's small house it's hard to avoid notice, especially with Ellen around now. They disappear each night to the spare bedroom at the top of the stairs, as far away from the rest of their small world as they can get, and Dean kisses the scar carved in Sam's skin and Sam lets him and uses it to strengthen his vow to save Dean back, a little more with each caress of a finger and touch of lips on his body.
Pairing: Sam/Dean
Rating: R
Wordcount: 1089, unbeta'd.
Disclaimer: If I owned it I'd never share it. I'm greedy like that.
Summary: He doesn't want to- can't- keep his hands to himself anymore, though.
A/N: I wrote this last night while I was waiting for the torrent to pop up. I wrote something after last week's episode, as well, but never posted it and I'm not sure I will now. But I like of like how this came out so I'm putting it out there, as jumbled as it is. Spoilers for 2.22.
It starts immediately, as soon as they're back on the road, on a new path but with the same purpose- to kill everything evil in their path between here and wherever they finally end- which could be far sooner then either Sam or Dean want because of Dean's unilateral decision. Sam's hand tightens over Dean's shoulder, his arm slung across the back of the Impala's seat as casual as he can get away with even though every flex of his muscles is a burning, stabbing pain in his back. He doesn't want to- can't- keep his hands to himself anymore, though. He was dead for awhile and Dean- well, he just wasn't going to go there.
Dean looks over as he drives, following Bobby and Ellen down the highway back to his house hidden in the woods to plan and strategize once again, and can see the wheels turning in Sam's head. He makes a quick decision and pulls out his phone, flipping through the speed dial quickly as he keeps his eyes on the road. Sam watches him with quiet interest and feels a warmth spread through his body when Dean starts talking.
"Bobby? Yeah, we're pulling off at the rest stop ahead. Why don't you and Ellen keep going and find a place to eat? Sam says he can't hold it anymore," Dean says with a grin and ducks slightly, out of the way of Sam's fingers tightening on his shoulder. "Yeah, we'll catch up in a few minutes."
"I can't hold it, can I?" Sam asks when he ends the call, amused. Dean looks over at him casually, his eyes heated, and shifts his eyes down Sam's body slowly.
"Can't you?"
"Guess not."
They pull off at the next rest stop and watch Bobby's truck keep going into the distance, disappearing around the curve of the road. They get out of the car without speaking and Sam follows Dean into the dark, dank cinder block rest stop, wrinkling his nose at the closed-in smell of the washroom. Dean doesn't seem to notice, or care, because he tugs Sam by the sleeve of his coat to the wall, pressing him against it gently. Sam tries to crane his neck backwards to look at Dean but he makes him stay facing front and buries his nose in the crook of Sam's neck, breathing him in. They're both bloody and filthy and tired and wrung out but nothing else matters at this very moment so Sam just stands against the wall and doesn't care as his cheek rubs against the dingy surface.
Dean runs his hands up and down Sam's flank, hitching his breath in Sam's ear as his fingers catch under the hem of Sam's coat and tugs it up with his shirt. Dean drops to his knees behind Sam and pushes the fabric up further. Sam hesitates and does look back when Dean presses a kiss to the skin above the waistband of Sam's jeans and is about to softly decline getting too naked in the small rest stop when Dean speaks up.
"I just need to..." he starts, then stops and leans in to press a kiss against Sam's back, along his spine where he remembers there's still a bloodstain there, still a thin, silvery scar- the only reminder of his short death. He feels Dean's lips tremble against his skin as his mouth hovers there, breathing, licking, sucking gently against the mark. Sam sighs and folds his arms under his head so he can lean against the wall a little more comfortably. Dean presses his forehead against Sam and whispers something Sam can't quite make out, before he turns him around carefully, staring up at him as Sam's heavy-lidded eyes watch him in the dim light. His fingers are sure as they unbuckle Sam's belt and pull the button on his jeans open. Sam lifts his hips enough to help Dean slide the denim down just a bit to pull his cock out, that fills and lengthens and hardens in his hand.
Dean keeps his eyes on Sam as he licks a stripe up the hot skin, swirling his tongue over the head. Sam's mouth falls open and he gasps softly, bracing himself against the wall in a way that won't hurt his back. Dean closes his mouth over Sam's cock and bobs his head a few times, slow and sure, before pulling back to focus his attention on the head. Sam doesn't look away and Dean doesn't move his eyes from Sam's, watching every shift in him. When Sam's close and his breath is coming in harsh pants Dean stands up and palms Sam's cock, tugging on it quick and sure. Sam raises a hand to Dean's cheek and touches him softly, pulling him in for a kiss, a bite, a suck. Dean presses against Sam's side and thrusts against Sam's hip, knocking his hands away when Sam tries to get into Dean's pants. Dean moves against him and strokes Sam's cock and once Sam gasps into his mouth Dean returns the sound, breathes the same air and shudders as well. Dean lets his head fall to Sam's shoulder and they stand like that, pressed close together and quiet, until Dean finally straightens and Sam wraps a hand around Dean's neck to pull him close again so he can hold him for a moment longer.
Sam tucks himself back into his pants as Dean pisses in one of the stalls, cleans himself up somewhat. Then they're on the road again after Dean changes his pants quickly in the parking lot, closing the short distance between themselves and Bobby and Ellen. They meet up at a small roadside diner for a well-earned meal and sit side-by-side in a cracked and torn booth seat, thighs and arms and hands pressed together.
There's a lot of touching after that night. Slight brushes, accidental caresses, wandering fingers. They attempt to keep it hidden from the trying-not-be-prying eyes but in the closeness of Bobby's small house it's hard to avoid notice, especially with Ellen around now. They disappear each night to the spare bedroom at the top of the stairs, as far away from the rest of their small world as they can get, and Dean kisses the scar carved in Sam's skin and Sam lets him and uses it to strengthen his vow to save Dean back, a little more with each caress of a finger and touch of lips on his body.
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Date: 2007-05-18 08:35 pm (UTC)I love the last paragraph, especially. And if anyone else wrote this, it could have been way sappier, and I really like that it wasn't. I think you made good use of this new sort of dynamic that we have between them.
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Date: 2007-05-21 07:57 am (UTC)WINCON 4-EVA!
Wisconsin is cheese, beef and broccoli rocks, my feet are cold!
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Date: 2007-05-19 02:50 am (UTC)this was perfect.
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Date: 2007-05-19 09:15 am (UTC)"Can't you?"
"Guess not."
I can see Dean needing to re-afirm, constantly, that it is just a scar, one of many, but so much more.
I can also see them not trying to hide their relationship too hard any longer. After all...
Jeeze I'm knee deep in bunnies here, now if I could just get some words down.
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Date: 2007-06-22 05:44 am (UTC)TELL me about it! If only the day were 10 hours longer, eh?
Thanks for reading!
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Date: 2007-05-22 10:54 am (UTC)(or is that just wrong cos it included them in the dirty rest-stop bathroom? lol)
There was a typo though,
They meet up up at a small roadside diner for a well-earned meal and sit side-by-side in a cracked and torn booth seat, thighs and arms and hands pressed together.
Unless there should be a comma after the first 'up' instead... *squints*
But the immediate fixation on the scar on Sam's back... So totally Dean. :)
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Date: 2007-05-22 11:21 am (UTC)Well done!
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Date: 2007-06-22 05:53 am (UTC)Oh my
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Date: 2007-05-27 06:22 am (UTC)boys
and Dean kisses the scar carved in Sam's skin and Sam lets him and uses it to strengthen his vow to save Dean back
I heart that image.
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Date: 2007-06-22 05:50 am (UTC)Thanks, Smidgeh!
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Date: 2007-05-31 11:58 pm (UTC)Just perfect.
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Date: 2007-06-28 07:50 am (UTC)I loved how simple it was, yet complicated at the same time..
And Sam's scar.. whoa! Awesome job there :]]
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