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Title: What He Wants and Can Never Have (Part Three) First Part, Part Two
Characters/Pairings: Sam/Dean, Bobby, mentions of Jess, Mary
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: ~20,000 (in total)
Summary: AU off of "What is And Should Never Be" - Sam comes to rescue Dean from the djinn, only he gets caught himself. The wish he makes changes everything.
A/Ns & Warnings; Written for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
wincestaholic who paid a ridiculous sum of money for me during the special Sweet Charity to benefit the WGA Foundation. This will be posted in four to five parts over the next four or five days or until finished (as I'm still tweaking and finishing).
Dean wasn’t overly keen on the whole idea of going to ground. Sam had reasons well beyond getting past whatever was going on in his head to want it though. A few days with just Dean. Just him and Dean, alone in a quiet cabin with no one around for miles and days to spend touching and kissing and fucking until neither of them could move…it sounded like every fantasy Sam had ever had his whole life, all wrapped up in one.
Sam dozed while Dean drove, half aware of some song on the radio, familiar Dean-music, classic hard rock, but on soft enough that it didn’t seem to interfere with Sam’s sleep.
It was comfortable, despite Dean’s uneasiness with the idea of giving up the job for a while. Sam let himself drift.
“Shit.”
Sam lurched up, only to have Dean push him down again as the car came to a stop. Dean turned the car off and slunk down in his seat too.
“What?” Sam asked softly.
“Cops. A lot of them.”
Sam inched up, looking over the dashboard. Dean had them pulled into the parking lot of a bar. Up ahead on the road there were a half dozen police cars. “Road block?” Sam asked and Dean shrugged.
“Just not sure we should risk it.”
They watched for a bit, but the blockade didn’t appear to be clearing up. “Can we get around?”
Sam pulled the map and flashlight out of the glove box. “Looks like we can, but only if we backtrack nearly fifty miles.”
Dean chewed on his lip. “If we pull out now, they’ll think we’re trying to avoid them.”
“Which we are.” Sam said. He glanced over the back seat and out the back window. “We could go inside. Maybe shoot some pool.”
Dean eyed the police a moment more, then nodded. “Maybe they’ll go away.”
Which was wishful thinking. They’d had to be careful, way more careful than before with the whole bank robbery thing putting them on the list of FBI’s most wanted. Okay, maybe not most wanted…but wanted enough that things could get downright uncomfortable.
Sam followed Dean into the bar, which seemed busy enough that they shouldn’t stand out. They’d just lay low for a while, shoot some pool, have a few beers.
It would be fine. The cops weren’t looking for them specifically. No one knew where they were. They were looking for someone though, and it was better not to offer up their faces and the new license plates if they didn’t have to.
“I’m sure it’s fine.” Sam said as he delivered beer to the pool table Dean was leaning over to rack the balls.
Dean was in full on vigilant mode, his eyes scanning the room, checking the door, his hands on his cue stick light and ready to use it as a weapon if he had to. “You break.” Dean said, sipping on the beer.
Dean leaned against the wall, watching the door. Sam pulled a stick off the rack and sighted down it. The balls cracked together and scattered around the green felt.
They were half way through the game when Dean touched his shoulder. Sam looked up. Two officers were entering the bar, their eyes scanning the room. Sam and Dean moved instinctively so their backs were to the men.
“You think…”
Dean glanced over his shoulder, then shook his head. “Just play it cool. Take your shot.”
Sam couldn’t concentrate and his shot ricotched off the wall and sent one of Dean’s balls sliding into the pocket. He rolled his eyes and stepped aside, making room for Dean. The officers were working their way through the room, any minute they’d be right there.
“We’re looking for two guys, brothers.” Sam froze, his eyes meeting Dean’s. He was ready to fight. Ready to run. One of the officers was showing a picture to one of the guys at the other pool table. The guy turned, his eyes skipping toward Sam.
Sam couldn’t hear what he said, but the officer was coming toward him now. Dean shook his head, warning him to stay calm. The officer looked Sam full in the face. Sam swallowed and hoped his face didn’t show how anxious he was.
“Excuse me.”
And just like that he was gone, heading to the back of the bar. A big guy near the dartboards yelled and threw a punch, and chaos erupted. Dean pulled Sam out of the way of a flying body and they hovered near the wall, watching the fight.
Any other time, Dean would have joined in gleefully, even if it meant a trip to lock up…but they couldn’t afford that now, not with Hendrickson on their tail. Sam flinched when the bartender hit someone with a huge right fist.
Dean chuckled when the cop went skidding on a floor suddenly soaked with beer, then hid behind his own beer when the cop looked his way. It was strange, watching a fight like this from the sidelines. It didn’t take long before there were more cops pouring in the door and one by one the brawlers ended up getting thrown out the door and into the parking lot.
Dean tossed off his beer and headed for the bar. Sam reached for him, tried to bring him back. “Just want another beer, Sam.”
“Dean.” He looked up as two more cops came in, circling the bar. Dean smiled at them and kept moving.
Sam shook his head in disbelief at his brother as Dean swaggered back to him, nodding at the cops who were taking one last lingering look around the bar. Dean wiggled his eyebrows at Sam, bad mood suddenly gone. “Another game, Sammy?”
Two hours later when they left the bar, there was no sign of any police. Dean hummed to himself as they got back in the car and got them on the road. He seemed relaxed, happy.
It was only another few hours to the turn off to the cabin. Bobby had told them it was built on ground where there had once been a church. The cabin had once been the home of the preacher there. It was used as a retreat. A place Bobby himself went to from time to time when he needed time away from the hunt.
It didn’t look like much in the dark, but Sam figured they’d probably stayed in worse places. There was a small porch, a pile of wood stacked neatly on the side, trees all around.
“I’ll bet it doesn’t get cable.” Dean muttered as he got out of the car and opened the back door to get his duffle.
“We’ll just have to make our own porn.” Sam said with a smirk. Dean grinned and nodded.
“I like that idea.”
Sam crinkled his nose as they headed for the door with the flashlight in his hand.. “Smells like rain. We probably should bring some wood inside.”
He hauled his duffle and the bag of food Bobby had packed for them inside while Dean followed with his duffle. The cabin was just one room, a bed, a table and two chairs, wood burning stove and not a whole lot else. There was a lantern on the table, and Sam was already fumbling in his pocket for a lighter.
It was quiet.
Sam sighed into the silence, stretching muscles sore from the car and the stress. “I’ll get some wood in here.” Dean offered and Sam nodded, tossing him the flashlight and flipping open the lighter.
He dropped his duffle on the bed and the groceries on the table before lighting the lantern. He started to empty the bag of mostly canned goods. At the bottom of the bag there was a book. Sam frowned and lifted it. “Djinn and Other Wish Myths”
Bobby must have figured Sam wasn’t going to let it go. Bobby knew him pretty darn well. He huffed and set the book aside. He didn’t want to know. He didn’t want to think about it.
He wanted to get a fire started and pull Dean into bed, and spend the next few hours convincing himself that this was real. Sam shoved the book into his duffle bag. He’d worry later.
It was nearly two in the morning. Not that Sam was tired, but Dean had to be. He looked up as Dean stomped in the door with wood. “That’s enough for now.” Sam said.
“It’s freaking cold!” Dean exclaimed, rubbing his arms.
Sam reached for him, grinning. “I’ll warm you up.” Dean raised an eyebrow that clearly said that Sam was a cheesy whore. Sam kissed him and Dean dropped his rubbing to pull Sam closer. His mouth slid over Sam’s, opening just enough to tempt Sam to lick into it.
When he pulled back, he pointed at the pot-belly stove. “I aint getting naked without some heat in here.”
Sam chuckled and nodded. “Then I guess I better get with the fire starting.”
It was nearly dawn and neither one of them were anywhere near sleep. Sam spooned around Dean, his arms holding his brother against him, so that their hearts beat together. A soft red glow spilled from the open front of the stove, making Dean’s skin seem warmer and more beautiful. Sam kissed over his shoulder and down his bicep.
“Sam?”
“Hmmm?”
“Can I ask you something?”
“Anything.” Sam murmured, spreading kisses down Dean’s neck.
“Don’t get mad.” Dean cleared his throat, but didn’t turn to look at him. “It’s about what you told Bobby.”
Sam closed his eyes, shook his head. “Bobby shouldn’t have said anything.”
“You really don’t remember?”
Sam sighed and rolled to his back, staring up into the ceiling. “I remember….it’s just…different.”
“Like the dream was different?” Dean asked, rolling now too so he was facing Sam.
Sam shook his head. “I don’t know.” He didn’t want to be talking about it…not now, not when he had Dean and they were…maybe not happy, but as close to it as they’d ever been. “I…think maybe I wished for this and now I’m the only one who remembers the way it was before I wished.”
“And, you wished for me?” Dean’s hand was warm as he pressed it to Sam’s chest.
Sam nodded. “You never…we…we weren’t together. I went to Stanford Dean. Almost graduated until you came for me because Dad was missing. I didn’t kill him…I…the yellow eyed demon isn’t dead…but Dad died anyway and now…”
“And now you’re here. With me, and Dad’s gone…and so is that son of a bitch. But you’re still not happy.” Dean frowned at him.
Sam closed his eyes. “You have no idea how happy Dean.” Sam said, pulling him down to kiss. “You…I’ve wanted you…this…for as long as I can remember…”
“Then let go.” Dean whispered into Sam. “Forget the rest and be here.” He pressed his hand against Sam’s chest. “Be with me.”
Sam nodded slowly, eyes closing as Dean’s lips covered his mouth, his tongue delving between Sam’s lips. The kiss was slow, languid…Dean’s hands cupping to Sam’s face as he slowly straddled Sam.
Dean’s weight pushed against him, held him tight to the mattress, held him to the moment. He rubbed his cock against Sam’s. Dean’s hands slid down his neck, over his shoulders. He drew Sam’s arms up, over his head. “Let me show you what this is.” Dean said softly. His kiss slid off Sam’s mouth, pressing to the corners of his lips and up to his cheeks, chasing over the delicate bone, down to his ear.
Sam sighed and settled under him, turning his face, offering Dean his neck. Dean kissed and licked from his ear, slow, gentle…down to Sam’s shoulder, down to the curve where shoulder meets arm…down Sam’s arm to his elbow…over muscle to Sam’s hand. Dean lifted Sam’s hand, kissing over the palm, slow…tiny touches of tongue over dry skin until Sam was whimpering with need for more.
Dean’s eyes met his as he licked up Sam’s forefinger, circling the tip with his tongue before sliding the finger into his mouth…and back out…then repeating it with his middle finger and ring finger. Sam’s cock was begging for the same attention, pressing up into Dean’s stomach.
Dean kissed his way back up Sam’s arm, pausing to lick lightly along the inside of his elbow, making him squirm. He laved over the corner of Sam’s collarbone, then opened his mouth, sucking at the skin. Sam groaned, moaned, hitched his hips against Dean as teeth and tongue moved over the skin, then the sucking again…and Sam realized…belatedly, that Dean was marking him.
His mouth moved over skin until he was back to Sam’s mouth…his kiss just as slow, just as languid. When his kiss chased Sam’s other cheekbone and down his neck and over his shoulder, Sam was sure he was going to come before Dean even got to his fingers.
Dean paused with Sam’s hand in his. “You that easy, Sammy?”
Sam wasn’t convinced that the noises coming out of his mouth were words and Dean’s smile was wicked before he repeated the finger sucking and the slow kissing back up Sam’s arm. Sam was panting, pushing up against Dean, looking for friction, but Dean arched his back, pulling himself away until only the very tip of his cock was touching Sam’s cock.
“Dean….” His voice was squeak, his cock a hot fire of need.
“Not done with you.” Dean whispered before dipping his head to suck down Sam’s collarbone, his tongue dipping into the hollow at the base of Sam’s throat, then flicking up over his Adam’s apple. Sam swallowed against the feeling. His hand fisted in the pillow above his head.
When Dean’s tongue flipped over Sam’s nipple and his mouth closed over it, sucking hard, Sam’s cock was spewing uncontrollably, without having ever been touched. Sam felt himself blush as Dean lifted his head, glanced down at the sticky strings decorating Sam’s chest, then up at Sam’s face. “Still not done with you…hope you can handle it.”
He lowered his head and went right back to his slow movement over Sam’s body. As he neared the first string of come, Dean’s tongue slid out over Sam’s skin, licking up the gooey mess. Sam felt his cock start to harden again at just the sight of his brother licking up his come, but when Dean’s mouth rose to his, when his come-covered tongue slipped into Sam’s mouth, Sam could barely breathe for the hotness, his cock over sensitive and hard and aching.
Dean chuckled. “Slut,” he whispered. Sam just nodded.
“Don’t stop.” Sam said as Dean shifted. Dean kissed him again before slipping down.
“Not stopping…just moving…” Sam started when Dean’s lips closed on the tender skin at his hip. Just as slowly as Dean had worshipped Sam’s arms, he moved over Sam’s leg, over the round of hip, onto his thigh, around his knee…down his shin to his foot. Sam’s eyes rolled closed when Dean sucked on his toes before sliding up the inside of his leg, slowly bending the knee and spreading the leg to the side, opening Sam up.
His tongue traced lines up Sam’s inner thigh, up to the crease of leg and groin, his lips kissed up that crease and over Sam’s belly, pausing at his navel to lick lightly, making Sam writhe and moan. Just when Sam was sure he was going to move past without touching his cock, Dean’s tongue flicked over the tender tip and Sam arched up involuntarily.
Dean chuckled and went right back to his kissing and licking…down Sam’s leg to his toes and back, up the crease to hip, across to his navel. He stopped then, looking up Sam’s body. Sam was panting again, ready to beg, but Dean just dropped his head, opened his mouth and took Sam in, all the way to the base and off again.
“God…Dean…please…”
Dean chuckled again, pressing kisses all over the base of Sam’s cock, licking down to his balls and slowly pulling each one into his mouth until Sam’s ass was off the mattress, his whole lower body arching up.
Instead of easing him down, Dean moved Sam’s legs, hooking one knee up over Dean’s shoulder and before Sam could say a word, Dean’s tongue was sliding through his crack, up to his hole and laving over it. “Relax Sammy…right here.” Dean murmured, his words sliding over Sam’s skin. “Let me show you.”
Sam’s head tossed on the pillow as Dean’s tongue was joined by a finger, then another and Sam’s insides were white hot and liquefying. He was begging, reaching for his cock, whimper and moan and pleaseDeanpleaseDeanplease until his whole body was shaking and he was coming again, almost as heavy as the first time.
Dean eased him down to the mattress, eased up between his legs, his own hard cock pointedly weeping as he guided it into Sam. “That’s it Sammy…give it all to me. Want it all.”
Sam gasped as Dean entered him, and again when Dean grabbed his cock and pulled, milking every ounce of come he could get before Sam was grabbing his hand, making him stop. Sam’s cock screamed, and didn’t soften, but it was too much…too much…and then Dean was filling him, pulling out and falling to the mattress beside him.
The first rays of morning were creeping in the window. Dean curled around Sam, held him close. “Get some sleep…I’m not done with you.”
Sam couldn’t argue…hell, couldn’t move. He pulled Dean’s arm up and over his side, pulling it to his chest. “Such a girl.” Dean murmured, though it was warm and loving and Sam let go just a little more.
”There’s a cop car outside.” Sam said into the phone, peeking through the dinky motel curtains at the car and its lights.
“You think it’s for us?” Dean asked in his ear. “I don’t see how…I mean we ditched the plates, credit cards.”
Sam breathed in relief as the car pulled away. “They’re leaving. False alarm.” He turned to the table littered with books. Images of djinn and assorted other middle eastern beasts stared back at him.
“See? Nothing to worry about.”
“Yeah, being fugitives…freaking dance party.”
“Hey man, chicks dig the danger vibe.”
“You got anything yet?” Sam looked down at the books and shook his head lightly.
“How could I? You got me sifting through like 50 square miles of real estate here.”
He sat down and exhaled. “That’s where all the victims disappeared.”
“Yeah, well…I got diddly squat. How about you?”
Sam pulled a book closer. “Just one thing…I’m pretty sure of it now. We’re hunting a djinn.”
“A freaking genie? What, you think these suckers can really grant wishes?”
“I don’t know. I guess if they’re powerful enough.” He ran a hand down the text on the book nearest him. “Not exactly like Barbara Eden in harem pants, I mean djinn have been feeding off people for centuries.”
“My god, Barbara Eden was hot, wasn’t she? And way hotter then that Bewitched chick.”
“Dean, are you listening to me?”
Sam frowned. “Dean?” The motel room seemed to morph around him. The Impala was parked beside an old abandoned building. Sam moved closer. The door was unlocked. He gripped his flashlight tighter in his left hand, there was a knife in his right. He held it up. Dark red blood dripped from the blade.
Lamb’s blood. He remembered that. Silver knife dipped in lamb’s blood to kill the djinn. His feet made an inordinate amount of noise of the floor. He was jittery, jumping at shadows and the sound of the wind through broken windows.
His foot his something that rolled away and he flashed his light at it. Dean’s flashlight, broken. Sam swallowed and adjusted his grip on the knife. He rounded a corner and stopped. The first of them was dead…long dead…more dried out husk than human. Sam moved carefully along the line of them.
He started when he found Dean, his eyes open and staring, sunken and dark. He snapped his fingers. “Dean! Wake up Dean.” He checked for a pulse, relieved to feel it there under his fingers. “Dean.”
A moan to his right distracted him. Sam looked at the girl. She was in worse shape. “Dean, come on.”
A hand closed around his throat and Sam fell backward. He swung the knife, but it was knocked away…then there was an eerie blue light…and then nothing…
Sam jerked awake, jumping from the bed and all the way to the door of the cabin. His naked body was slicked with sweat. He was panting and shaking. The dream had felt real. Was real. Sam closed his eyes and dragged in air. Dean was…somewhere out there, tied up and…drugged or something…
Only Dean was right there, in that bed, slowly rolling over and reaching for Sam.
And both couldn’t be true.
“Sam?” Dean was squinting and frowning and adorable as he half sat up looking for his brother.
“Yeah…just need to pee.” Sam said, reaching for a pair of pants. He shoved his feet into his shoes and stumbled out into the bright afternoon sun, hoping Dean wouldn’t follow. He needed to think.
It was real. There had been a djinn. A real djinn and it had Dean. He shook his head. It obviously had Sam too. But then…what was this?
Sam stumbled away from the cabin and toward the nearest trees. He needed a little distance. Needed to think.
Dean had been right there, tied up and slowly coming awake. But now? Maybe this was how the djinn did it…tricked its victims into thinking they were living a real life…a wish granted…while it slowly drained the life from them.
He stopped a good distance from the cabin and let down his fly. He really did have to pee. He closed his eyes and let it come. When he opened them he was face to face with the ghostly Dean. His eyes were darker still, his pale skin marbled with black lines making him look bruised.
“You’re not real.” Sam said to the ghost. “Unless you are real…in which case I’m not real. Or something.” He finished his business and tucked himself back in. “See…I have a brother. He’s waiting for me back in that cabin…and he’s mine…and he loves me.”
The image of Dean twitched, shifted aside and back, like a ghost. Maybe that’s all he was…a ghost of what was before.
But a part of Sam knew that wasn’t true. Dean was dying and right there before him was the proof. “Just…let me have today?” He closed his eyes. “Just today?” When he opened his eyes again, Dean was gone and he was alone in the woods.
“Talking to yourself, Sammy?” Dean asked behind him.
Sam turned, smiling. This Dean was so vibrant, his skin golden in the sun, his smile beautiful. “Just thinking out loud.”
“You were gone a long time and the bed got cold.” Dean pouted, that lower lip jutting out at Sam and Sam leaned in, sucking it into his mouth. Sam’s arms circled his brother’s body, warm and lithe and real. He breathed in the scent of him.
“I want to spend the day touching you.” Sam said into the crease of Dean’s neck. “Want to touch every inch of you. Want to mark you and make you mine forever.” As he talked he moved them, making Dean step back until he was against a tree. Sam’s mouth closed over his and Dean’s lips opened, his tongue inviting him inside.
Sam pulled Dean’s arms above his head and pinned them before kissing his way to Dean’s neck. “I’m going to start here.” His one hand kept Dean’s hands pinned while his other slid down over his bare chest. A voice in his head kept whispering that this wasn’t Dean…not really. Sam pushed it away and held on to the illusion.
Just give me today.
Sam’s mouth found its way to Dean’s nipple and Dean moaned, and Sam chuckled against his skin. “Now who’s the slut, Dean?” Sam asked.
“Sam…” Dean’s hands pulled, and Sam let him go, sliding down his brother’s body and unzipping him. His cock was already hard, just waiting for him…as if this Dean was his own living sexual fantasy.
Sam pushed the thought away and opened his mouth, sucking lightly, then a little harder.
“Jesus! Sam!” Dean’s hands were in his hair, threading through it and and fisting as Sam licked over the tip, under the head, down the underside. Sam forced his mind to quiet and concentrated on Dean’s cock…on the length of it, on the way it felt on his tongue…silky smooth and powerful all at once…on the way it felt when Dean’s hips thrust forward and that cock slid into Sam’s throat.
Then Dean was yelling, coming, holding Sam’s head as he filled Sam’s mouth and Sam swallowed him down. Sam grinned up at Dean as Dean released him. He stood, slowly tucking Dean back into his jeans. “Like the way you taste.” Sam murmered, kissing over skin that had begun to chill in the cool breeze.
Dean’s hand closed around the back of Sam’s neck and pulled him to his mouth, kissing him and turning him until Sam was pressed against the tree. “My turn.”
The bark was harsh against his back, but Sam pressed himself against.it as Dean’s hand dipped into his jeans and tugged his cock out. Sam closed his eyes and tilted his head back as Dean’s tongue teased his slit and tickled under the head.
There was a cool breeze blowing now, raising goosebumps over his skin and making the heat of Dean’s mouth seem all the hotter. Dean hummed and his hands caught Sam’s hips, pushing, holding while his head bobbed faster and faster and Sam groaned as he felt his orgasm building.
Thunder rumbled, shaking the ground under them and Dean didn’t even flinch, just quickened his pace. Sam arched up away from the tree, pushing further into Dean’s mouth.
The first drops of rain were big and cold, dripping through the leaves. Moments later it was pouring and Sam’s knees went rubbery as Dean sucked deep and hard, pulling Sam over the brink. He swallowed as Sam came.
Dean was laughing and shaking water out of his eyes as he stood. Sam had never seen him that happy. Dean crowded him against the tree and kissed him. Sam chased after him when he pulled away, but Dean shook his head, splashing Sam with water from his hair. “Inside….getting cold.”
“Yeah, okay.”
The ground was muddy, as they ran for the cabin, slipping and laughing. Sam shivered when Dean pulled him into the warm, the cold air rushing in behind him. “Hungry?” Dean asked and Sam nodded.
“Cold.” He went to stand by the stove. Dean’s arms slipped around him and unzipped his fly.
“Then you should take off these wet pants.”
Sam leaned back against his brother, against the strong pillar of him. “Thought you were cooking…”
“Wouldn’t want you getting sick.”
Sam smiled and nodded. He let Dean peel the jeans down and stepped out of them. “Now, you go lay down. I’ll make lunch.”
Title: What He Wants and Can Never Have (Part Three) First Part, Part Two
Characters/Pairings: Sam/Dean, Bobby, mentions of Jess, Mary
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: ~20,000 (in total)
Summary: AU off of "What is And Should Never Be" - Sam comes to rescue Dean from the djinn, only he gets caught himself. The wish he makes changes everything.
A/Ns & Warnings; Written for
wincestaholic who paid a ridiculous sum of money for me during the special Sweet Charity to benefit the WGA Foundation. This will be posted in four to five parts over the next four or five days or until finished (as I'm still tweaking and finishing).Dean wasn’t overly keen on the whole idea of going to ground. Sam had reasons well beyond getting past whatever was going on in his head to want it though. A few days with just Dean. Just him and Dean, alone in a quiet cabin with no one around for miles and days to spend touching and kissing and fucking until neither of them could move…it sounded like every fantasy Sam had ever had his whole life, all wrapped up in one.
Sam dozed while Dean drove, half aware of some song on the radio, familiar Dean-music, classic hard rock, but on soft enough that it didn’t seem to interfere with Sam’s sleep.
It was comfortable, despite Dean’s uneasiness with the idea of giving up the job for a while. Sam let himself drift.
“Shit.”
Sam lurched up, only to have Dean push him down again as the car came to a stop. Dean turned the car off and slunk down in his seat too.
“What?” Sam asked softly.
“Cops. A lot of them.”
Sam inched up, looking over the dashboard. Dean had them pulled into the parking lot of a bar. Up ahead on the road there were a half dozen police cars. “Road block?” Sam asked and Dean shrugged.
“Just not sure we should risk it.”
They watched for a bit, but the blockade didn’t appear to be clearing up. “Can we get around?”
Sam pulled the map and flashlight out of the glove box. “Looks like we can, but only if we backtrack nearly fifty miles.”
Dean chewed on his lip. “If we pull out now, they’ll think we’re trying to avoid them.”
“Which we are.” Sam said. He glanced over the back seat and out the back window. “We could go inside. Maybe shoot some pool.”
Dean eyed the police a moment more, then nodded. “Maybe they’ll go away.”
Which was wishful thinking. They’d had to be careful, way more careful than before with the whole bank robbery thing putting them on the list of FBI’s most wanted. Okay, maybe not most wanted…but wanted enough that things could get downright uncomfortable.
Sam followed Dean into the bar, which seemed busy enough that they shouldn’t stand out. They’d just lay low for a while, shoot some pool, have a few beers.
It would be fine. The cops weren’t looking for them specifically. No one knew where they were. They were looking for someone though, and it was better not to offer up their faces and the new license plates if they didn’t have to.
“I’m sure it’s fine.” Sam said as he delivered beer to the pool table Dean was leaning over to rack the balls.
Dean was in full on vigilant mode, his eyes scanning the room, checking the door, his hands on his cue stick light and ready to use it as a weapon if he had to. “You break.” Dean said, sipping on the beer.
Dean leaned against the wall, watching the door. Sam pulled a stick off the rack and sighted down it. The balls cracked together and scattered around the green felt.
They were half way through the game when Dean touched his shoulder. Sam looked up. Two officers were entering the bar, their eyes scanning the room. Sam and Dean moved instinctively so their backs were to the men.
“You think…”
Dean glanced over his shoulder, then shook his head. “Just play it cool. Take your shot.”
Sam couldn’t concentrate and his shot ricotched off the wall and sent one of Dean’s balls sliding into the pocket. He rolled his eyes and stepped aside, making room for Dean. The officers were working their way through the room, any minute they’d be right there.
“We’re looking for two guys, brothers.” Sam froze, his eyes meeting Dean’s. He was ready to fight. Ready to run. One of the officers was showing a picture to one of the guys at the other pool table. The guy turned, his eyes skipping toward Sam.
Sam couldn’t hear what he said, but the officer was coming toward him now. Dean shook his head, warning him to stay calm. The officer looked Sam full in the face. Sam swallowed and hoped his face didn’t show how anxious he was.
“Excuse me.”
And just like that he was gone, heading to the back of the bar. A big guy near the dartboards yelled and threw a punch, and chaos erupted. Dean pulled Sam out of the way of a flying body and they hovered near the wall, watching the fight.
Any other time, Dean would have joined in gleefully, even if it meant a trip to lock up…but they couldn’t afford that now, not with Hendrickson on their tail. Sam flinched when the bartender hit someone with a huge right fist.
Dean chuckled when the cop went skidding on a floor suddenly soaked with beer, then hid behind his own beer when the cop looked his way. It was strange, watching a fight like this from the sidelines. It didn’t take long before there were more cops pouring in the door and one by one the brawlers ended up getting thrown out the door and into the parking lot.
Dean tossed off his beer and headed for the bar. Sam reached for him, tried to bring him back. “Just want another beer, Sam.”
“Dean.” He looked up as two more cops came in, circling the bar. Dean smiled at them and kept moving.
Sam shook his head in disbelief at his brother as Dean swaggered back to him, nodding at the cops who were taking one last lingering look around the bar. Dean wiggled his eyebrows at Sam, bad mood suddenly gone. “Another game, Sammy?”
Two hours later when they left the bar, there was no sign of any police. Dean hummed to himself as they got back in the car and got them on the road. He seemed relaxed, happy.
It was only another few hours to the turn off to the cabin. Bobby had told them it was built on ground where there had once been a church. The cabin had once been the home of the preacher there. It was used as a retreat. A place Bobby himself went to from time to time when he needed time away from the hunt.
It didn’t look like much in the dark, but Sam figured they’d probably stayed in worse places. There was a small porch, a pile of wood stacked neatly on the side, trees all around.
“I’ll bet it doesn’t get cable.” Dean muttered as he got out of the car and opened the back door to get his duffle.
“We’ll just have to make our own porn.” Sam said with a smirk. Dean grinned and nodded.
“I like that idea.”
Sam crinkled his nose as they headed for the door with the flashlight in his hand.. “Smells like rain. We probably should bring some wood inside.”
He hauled his duffle and the bag of food Bobby had packed for them inside while Dean followed with his duffle. The cabin was just one room, a bed, a table and two chairs, wood burning stove and not a whole lot else. There was a lantern on the table, and Sam was already fumbling in his pocket for a lighter.
It was quiet.
Sam sighed into the silence, stretching muscles sore from the car and the stress. “I’ll get some wood in here.” Dean offered and Sam nodded, tossing him the flashlight and flipping open the lighter.
He dropped his duffle on the bed and the groceries on the table before lighting the lantern. He started to empty the bag of mostly canned goods. At the bottom of the bag there was a book. Sam frowned and lifted it. “Djinn and Other Wish Myths”
Bobby must have figured Sam wasn’t going to let it go. Bobby knew him pretty darn well. He huffed and set the book aside. He didn’t want to know. He didn’t want to think about it.
He wanted to get a fire started and pull Dean into bed, and spend the next few hours convincing himself that this was real. Sam shoved the book into his duffle bag. He’d worry later.
It was nearly two in the morning. Not that Sam was tired, but Dean had to be. He looked up as Dean stomped in the door with wood. “That’s enough for now.” Sam said.
“It’s freaking cold!” Dean exclaimed, rubbing his arms.
Sam reached for him, grinning. “I’ll warm you up.” Dean raised an eyebrow that clearly said that Sam was a cheesy whore. Sam kissed him and Dean dropped his rubbing to pull Sam closer. His mouth slid over Sam’s, opening just enough to tempt Sam to lick into it.
When he pulled back, he pointed at the pot-belly stove. “I aint getting naked without some heat in here.”
Sam chuckled and nodded. “Then I guess I better get with the fire starting.”
It was nearly dawn and neither one of them were anywhere near sleep. Sam spooned around Dean, his arms holding his brother against him, so that their hearts beat together. A soft red glow spilled from the open front of the stove, making Dean’s skin seem warmer and more beautiful. Sam kissed over his shoulder and down his bicep.
“Sam?”
“Hmmm?”
“Can I ask you something?”
“Anything.” Sam murmured, spreading kisses down Dean’s neck.
“Don’t get mad.” Dean cleared his throat, but didn’t turn to look at him. “It’s about what you told Bobby.”
Sam closed his eyes, shook his head. “Bobby shouldn’t have said anything.”
“You really don’t remember?”
Sam sighed and rolled to his back, staring up into the ceiling. “I remember….it’s just…different.”
“Like the dream was different?” Dean asked, rolling now too so he was facing Sam.
Sam shook his head. “I don’t know.” He didn’t want to be talking about it…not now, not when he had Dean and they were…maybe not happy, but as close to it as they’d ever been. “I…think maybe I wished for this and now I’m the only one who remembers the way it was before I wished.”
“And, you wished for me?” Dean’s hand was warm as he pressed it to Sam’s chest.
Sam nodded. “You never…we…we weren’t together. I went to Stanford Dean. Almost graduated until you came for me because Dad was missing. I didn’t kill him…I…the yellow eyed demon isn’t dead…but Dad died anyway and now…”
“And now you’re here. With me, and Dad’s gone…and so is that son of a bitch. But you’re still not happy.” Dean frowned at him.
Sam closed his eyes. “You have no idea how happy Dean.” Sam said, pulling him down to kiss. “You…I’ve wanted you…this…for as long as I can remember…”
“Then let go.” Dean whispered into Sam. “Forget the rest and be here.” He pressed his hand against Sam’s chest. “Be with me.”
Sam nodded slowly, eyes closing as Dean’s lips covered his mouth, his tongue delving between Sam’s lips. The kiss was slow, languid…Dean’s hands cupping to Sam’s face as he slowly straddled Sam.
Dean’s weight pushed against him, held him tight to the mattress, held him to the moment. He rubbed his cock against Sam’s. Dean’s hands slid down his neck, over his shoulders. He drew Sam’s arms up, over his head. “Let me show you what this is.” Dean said softly. His kiss slid off Sam’s mouth, pressing to the corners of his lips and up to his cheeks, chasing over the delicate bone, down to his ear.
Sam sighed and settled under him, turning his face, offering Dean his neck. Dean kissed and licked from his ear, slow, gentle…down to Sam’s shoulder, down to the curve where shoulder meets arm…down Sam’s arm to his elbow…over muscle to Sam’s hand. Dean lifted Sam’s hand, kissing over the palm, slow…tiny touches of tongue over dry skin until Sam was whimpering with need for more.
Dean’s eyes met his as he licked up Sam’s forefinger, circling the tip with his tongue before sliding the finger into his mouth…and back out…then repeating it with his middle finger and ring finger. Sam’s cock was begging for the same attention, pressing up into Dean’s stomach.
Dean kissed his way back up Sam’s arm, pausing to lick lightly along the inside of his elbow, making him squirm. He laved over the corner of Sam’s collarbone, then opened his mouth, sucking at the skin. Sam groaned, moaned, hitched his hips against Dean as teeth and tongue moved over the skin, then the sucking again…and Sam realized…belatedly, that Dean was marking him.
His mouth moved over skin until he was back to Sam’s mouth…his kiss just as slow, just as languid. When his kiss chased Sam’s other cheekbone and down his neck and over his shoulder, Sam was sure he was going to come before Dean even got to his fingers.
Dean paused with Sam’s hand in his. “You that easy, Sammy?”
Sam wasn’t convinced that the noises coming out of his mouth were words and Dean’s smile was wicked before he repeated the finger sucking and the slow kissing back up Sam’s arm. Sam was panting, pushing up against Dean, looking for friction, but Dean arched his back, pulling himself away until only the very tip of his cock was touching Sam’s cock.
“Dean….” His voice was squeak, his cock a hot fire of need.
“Not done with you.” Dean whispered before dipping his head to suck down Sam’s collarbone, his tongue dipping into the hollow at the base of Sam’s throat, then flicking up over his Adam’s apple. Sam swallowed against the feeling. His hand fisted in the pillow above his head.
When Dean’s tongue flipped over Sam’s nipple and his mouth closed over it, sucking hard, Sam’s cock was spewing uncontrollably, without having ever been touched. Sam felt himself blush as Dean lifted his head, glanced down at the sticky strings decorating Sam’s chest, then up at Sam’s face. “Still not done with you…hope you can handle it.”
He lowered his head and went right back to his slow movement over Sam’s body. As he neared the first string of come, Dean’s tongue slid out over Sam’s skin, licking up the gooey mess. Sam felt his cock start to harden again at just the sight of his brother licking up his come, but when Dean’s mouth rose to his, when his come-covered tongue slipped into Sam’s mouth, Sam could barely breathe for the hotness, his cock over sensitive and hard and aching.
Dean chuckled. “Slut,” he whispered. Sam just nodded.
“Don’t stop.” Sam said as Dean shifted. Dean kissed him again before slipping down.
“Not stopping…just moving…” Sam started when Dean’s lips closed on the tender skin at his hip. Just as slowly as Dean had worshipped Sam’s arms, he moved over Sam’s leg, over the round of hip, onto his thigh, around his knee…down his shin to his foot. Sam’s eyes rolled closed when Dean sucked on his toes before sliding up the inside of his leg, slowly bending the knee and spreading the leg to the side, opening Sam up.
His tongue traced lines up Sam’s inner thigh, up to the crease of leg and groin, his lips kissed up that crease and over Sam’s belly, pausing at his navel to lick lightly, making Sam writhe and moan. Just when Sam was sure he was going to move past without touching his cock, Dean’s tongue flicked over the tender tip and Sam arched up involuntarily.
Dean chuckled and went right back to his kissing and licking…down Sam’s leg to his toes and back, up the crease to hip, across to his navel. He stopped then, looking up Sam’s body. Sam was panting again, ready to beg, but Dean just dropped his head, opened his mouth and took Sam in, all the way to the base and off again.
“God…Dean…please…”
Dean chuckled again, pressing kisses all over the base of Sam’s cock, licking down to his balls and slowly pulling each one into his mouth until Sam’s ass was off the mattress, his whole lower body arching up.
Instead of easing him down, Dean moved Sam’s legs, hooking one knee up over Dean’s shoulder and before Sam could say a word, Dean’s tongue was sliding through his crack, up to his hole and laving over it. “Relax Sammy…right here.” Dean murmured, his words sliding over Sam’s skin. “Let me show you.”
Sam’s head tossed on the pillow as Dean’s tongue was joined by a finger, then another and Sam’s insides were white hot and liquefying. He was begging, reaching for his cock, whimper and moan and pleaseDeanpleaseDeanplease until his whole body was shaking and he was coming again, almost as heavy as the first time.
Dean eased him down to the mattress, eased up between his legs, his own hard cock pointedly weeping as he guided it into Sam. “That’s it Sammy…give it all to me. Want it all.”
Sam gasped as Dean entered him, and again when Dean grabbed his cock and pulled, milking every ounce of come he could get before Sam was grabbing his hand, making him stop. Sam’s cock screamed, and didn’t soften, but it was too much…too much…and then Dean was filling him, pulling out and falling to the mattress beside him.
The first rays of morning were creeping in the window. Dean curled around Sam, held him close. “Get some sleep…I’m not done with you.”
Sam couldn’t argue…hell, couldn’t move. He pulled Dean’s arm up and over his side, pulling it to his chest. “Such a girl.” Dean murmured, though it was warm and loving and Sam let go just a little more.
”There’s a cop car outside.” Sam said into the phone, peeking through the dinky motel curtains at the car and its lights.
“You think it’s for us?” Dean asked in his ear. “I don’t see how…I mean we ditched the plates, credit cards.”
Sam breathed in relief as the car pulled away. “They’re leaving. False alarm.” He turned to the table littered with books. Images of djinn and assorted other middle eastern beasts stared back at him.
“See? Nothing to worry about.”
“Yeah, being fugitives…freaking dance party.”
“Hey man, chicks dig the danger vibe.”
“You got anything yet?” Sam looked down at the books and shook his head lightly.
“How could I? You got me sifting through like 50 square miles of real estate here.”
He sat down and exhaled. “That’s where all the victims disappeared.”
“Yeah, well…I got diddly squat. How about you?”
Sam pulled a book closer. “Just one thing…I’m pretty sure of it now. We’re hunting a djinn.”
“A freaking genie? What, you think these suckers can really grant wishes?”
“I don’t know. I guess if they’re powerful enough.” He ran a hand down the text on the book nearest him. “Not exactly like Barbara Eden in harem pants, I mean djinn have been feeding off people for centuries.”
“My god, Barbara Eden was hot, wasn’t she? And way hotter then that Bewitched chick.”
“Dean, are you listening to me?”
Sam frowned. “Dean?” The motel room seemed to morph around him. The Impala was parked beside an old abandoned building. Sam moved closer. The door was unlocked. He gripped his flashlight tighter in his left hand, there was a knife in his right. He held it up. Dark red blood dripped from the blade.
Lamb’s blood. He remembered that. Silver knife dipped in lamb’s blood to kill the djinn. His feet made an inordinate amount of noise of the floor. He was jittery, jumping at shadows and the sound of the wind through broken windows.
His foot his something that rolled away and he flashed his light at it. Dean’s flashlight, broken. Sam swallowed and adjusted his grip on the knife. He rounded a corner and stopped. The first of them was dead…long dead…more dried out husk than human. Sam moved carefully along the line of them.
He started when he found Dean, his eyes open and staring, sunken and dark. He snapped his fingers. “Dean! Wake up Dean.” He checked for a pulse, relieved to feel it there under his fingers. “Dean.”
A moan to his right distracted him. Sam looked at the girl. She was in worse shape. “Dean, come on.”
A hand closed around his throat and Sam fell backward. He swung the knife, but it was knocked away…then there was an eerie blue light…and then nothing…
Sam jerked awake, jumping from the bed and all the way to the door of the cabin. His naked body was slicked with sweat. He was panting and shaking. The dream had felt real. Was real. Sam closed his eyes and dragged in air. Dean was…somewhere out there, tied up and…drugged or something…
Only Dean was right there, in that bed, slowly rolling over and reaching for Sam.
And both couldn’t be true.
“Sam?” Dean was squinting and frowning and adorable as he half sat up looking for his brother.
“Yeah…just need to pee.” Sam said, reaching for a pair of pants. He shoved his feet into his shoes and stumbled out into the bright afternoon sun, hoping Dean wouldn’t follow. He needed to think.
It was real. There had been a djinn. A real djinn and it had Dean. He shook his head. It obviously had Sam too. But then…what was this?
Sam stumbled away from the cabin and toward the nearest trees. He needed a little distance. Needed to think.
Dean had been right there, tied up and slowly coming awake. But now? Maybe this was how the djinn did it…tricked its victims into thinking they were living a real life…a wish granted…while it slowly drained the life from them.
He stopped a good distance from the cabin and let down his fly. He really did have to pee. He closed his eyes and let it come. When he opened them he was face to face with the ghostly Dean. His eyes were darker still, his pale skin marbled with black lines making him look bruised.
“You’re not real.” Sam said to the ghost. “Unless you are real…in which case I’m not real. Or something.” He finished his business and tucked himself back in. “See…I have a brother. He’s waiting for me back in that cabin…and he’s mine…and he loves me.”
The image of Dean twitched, shifted aside and back, like a ghost. Maybe that’s all he was…a ghost of what was before.
But a part of Sam knew that wasn’t true. Dean was dying and right there before him was the proof. “Just…let me have today?” He closed his eyes. “Just today?” When he opened his eyes again, Dean was gone and he was alone in the woods.
“Talking to yourself, Sammy?” Dean asked behind him.
Sam turned, smiling. This Dean was so vibrant, his skin golden in the sun, his smile beautiful. “Just thinking out loud.”
“You were gone a long time and the bed got cold.” Dean pouted, that lower lip jutting out at Sam and Sam leaned in, sucking it into his mouth. Sam’s arms circled his brother’s body, warm and lithe and real. He breathed in the scent of him.
“I want to spend the day touching you.” Sam said into the crease of Dean’s neck. “Want to touch every inch of you. Want to mark you and make you mine forever.” As he talked he moved them, making Dean step back until he was against a tree. Sam’s mouth closed over his and Dean’s lips opened, his tongue inviting him inside.
Sam pulled Dean’s arms above his head and pinned them before kissing his way to Dean’s neck. “I’m going to start here.” His one hand kept Dean’s hands pinned while his other slid down over his bare chest. A voice in his head kept whispering that this wasn’t Dean…not really. Sam pushed it away and held on to the illusion.
Just give me today.
Sam’s mouth found its way to Dean’s nipple and Dean moaned, and Sam chuckled against his skin. “Now who’s the slut, Dean?” Sam asked.
“Sam…” Dean’s hands pulled, and Sam let him go, sliding down his brother’s body and unzipping him. His cock was already hard, just waiting for him…as if this Dean was his own living sexual fantasy.
Sam pushed the thought away and opened his mouth, sucking lightly, then a little harder.
“Jesus! Sam!” Dean’s hands were in his hair, threading through it and and fisting as Sam licked over the tip, under the head, down the underside. Sam forced his mind to quiet and concentrated on Dean’s cock…on the length of it, on the way it felt on his tongue…silky smooth and powerful all at once…on the way it felt when Dean’s hips thrust forward and that cock slid into Sam’s throat.
Then Dean was yelling, coming, holding Sam’s head as he filled Sam’s mouth and Sam swallowed him down. Sam grinned up at Dean as Dean released him. He stood, slowly tucking Dean back into his jeans. “Like the way you taste.” Sam murmered, kissing over skin that had begun to chill in the cool breeze.
Dean’s hand closed around the back of Sam’s neck and pulled him to his mouth, kissing him and turning him until Sam was pressed against the tree. “My turn.”
The bark was harsh against his back, but Sam pressed himself against.it as Dean’s hand dipped into his jeans and tugged his cock out. Sam closed his eyes and tilted his head back as Dean’s tongue teased his slit and tickled under the head.
There was a cool breeze blowing now, raising goosebumps over his skin and making the heat of Dean’s mouth seem all the hotter. Dean hummed and his hands caught Sam’s hips, pushing, holding while his head bobbed faster and faster and Sam groaned as he felt his orgasm building.
Thunder rumbled, shaking the ground under them and Dean didn’t even flinch, just quickened his pace. Sam arched up away from the tree, pushing further into Dean’s mouth.
The first drops of rain were big and cold, dripping through the leaves. Moments later it was pouring and Sam’s knees went rubbery as Dean sucked deep and hard, pulling Sam over the brink. He swallowed as Sam came.
Dean was laughing and shaking water out of his eyes as he stood. Sam had never seen him that happy. Dean crowded him against the tree and kissed him. Sam chased after him when he pulled away, but Dean shook his head, splashing Sam with water from his hair. “Inside….getting cold.”
“Yeah, okay.”
The ground was muddy, as they ran for the cabin, slipping and laughing. Sam shivered when Dean pulled him into the warm, the cold air rushing in behind him. “Hungry?” Dean asked and Sam nodded.
“Cold.” He went to stand by the stove. Dean’s arms slipped around him and unzipped his fly.
“Then you should take off these wet pants.”
Sam leaned back against his brother, against the strong pillar of him. “Thought you were cooking…”
“Wouldn’t want you getting sick.”
Sam smiled and nodded. He let Dean peel the jeans down and stepped out of them. “Now, you go lay down. I’ll make lunch.”
