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phantismaFandom: Supernatural, Keeper!Verse (all of Keeper here)
Title: Beer and Pool, And a Little Extra
Characters/Pairings: Sam/Dean, mention of John, Dana (OFC)
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1656
Summary: Set somewhere between Take It and Sticky Sweet, it's Dean's birthday and Sam promises him beer and pool. He delivers both, plus a little extra when he gets a little possessive at the bar.
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winterboost in honor of her birthday, because she wanted Keeper!Verse and possessiveness.
It wasn't often that they got to go out together. One of them was always working or staying with Dana or tired. It wasn't like they needed to go on dates or anything. But, it was Dean's birthday and Sam decided to take Dean out.
He convinced John to watch Dana, convinced Dana to stay with John, which sometimes was the harder task. At nearly five years old, she could be demanding and always seemed to find a way to get in the middle of things.
He pulled into the parking lot of the bar, looking aside at Dean. There was never a moment of his life he didn't feel it in his cock when he looked at him. He licked his lips, his hands brushing over the tight denim of his jeans and Sam nearly groaned.
Dean grinned. "We don't have to go in." He leaned over to kiss Sam. "We could just go home and enjoy being Dana-free."
Sam took a deep breath. "I promised you beer and pool."
Dean raised an eyebrow. "Yes, you did."
Sam opened the door and climbed out. He had to adjust himself in his own jeans, his cock already getting ideas. Dean's smile was wicked as they headed inside.
It wasn't a big place, but it had a few pool tables and a decent size crowd. "Snag us a table. I'll get beer." Sam said, heading for the bar.
"Be right with you," the bartender said as Sam leaned on the bar. He nodded and turned to find Dean.
He was racking up some balls on a nearby table. Two women in low cut blouses and high heels were talking to him. Sam raised an eyebrow and watched. Even from across the room, he could see they were flirting.
Dean smiled and Sam swore one of them nearly swooned. Not that he could blame them, a full on Dean Winchester smile usually did that to him too. "Two beers." Sam ordered when the bartender returned, though his eyes never left his brother.
Dean leaned on the table, making small talk and being his usual charming self. The women were all but throwing themselves at his feet.
Sam threw money on the bar and grabbed the beers, heading to the table.
"Here he is now." Dean said as Sam handed his beer over.
"Oh, you weren't kidding," one of the women purred.
Dean grinned up at him. Sam's eyebrow raised and Dean's smile dimmed a little. "I leave you alone for five minutes…" Sam said, his tone neutral.
"This is Brenda and her sister Charlotte." Dean said, sipping from his beer. "They're new in town."
Sam leaned in to whisper in his ear. "You're not." He moved around the table, selecting a pool stick before settling behind the women. "Flirt all you want, ladies, just know that he belongs to me." He said it softly so that his voice didn't carry. They both turned to look at him, surprise on their faces. "Isn't that right, Dean?"
Dean blinked, but nodded tightly. He licked his lips again, a sure sign he was a little nervous. Sam's hand stroked over his stick, his eyes on Dean's face. The women seemed stuck between them, unsure of what to do.
Lifting his beer and downing it quickly, Dean pushed past his own uncertainty and finished racking the balls. "You gonna break?" he asked, his voice only slightly higher than normal.
"Go ahead. I want to watch."
Sam's eyes tracked Dean's move to the end of the table, the way he handled his cue, the way his ass rounded as he leaned over. "Gorgeous, isn't he?" Sam whispered into Brenda's ear. Dean was very conscious of Sam's attention, his eyes flitting from the ball to Sam and back again.
"Nice ass." Brenda said hesitantly, looking up at him.
"Hmmm…and those lips…" Sam leaned in to Charlotte's ear. "They look so pretty wrapped around my--"
"Your shot." Dean said a little louder than he needed to. His face was red as he stepped away.
"Excuse me, ladies." Sam said, moving around them to take his shot. Dean kept his distance from them, leaning against the wall, his eyes dutifully trained on Sam.
Sam watched Dean until he was bent over the table, ready to take his shot. The cue ball hit the number 4 ball neatly and spun it into the pocket. Sam moved around the table, brushing past Dean, palming his crotch as he went.
Dean cleared his throat and stood up a little straighter. Sam sank two more balls before he missed and relinquished the table to Dean. Once Dean was set up for his shot, Sam put a hand on his back, bending low to the table. He had Dean on edge, already aroused and it wouldn't take much to push him over. "Watch yourself, Dean."
Dean turned his head toward Sam. "You're watching me enough for both of us."
Sam suppressed the smile. "Does it make you nervous?"
Dean shifted his weight, adjusted his hold on the cue stick. "A little."
"Good." Sam's hand slipped down from Dean's back to his ass. "I haven't given you your birthday spankings yet."
He felt Dean tighten up, heard the ladies clear their throats. "Dude, you're feeling me up in front of the whole bar." Dean growled, his face redder than it was before.
"No one's watching." Sam said, his eyes glancing around them. No one but Brenda and Charlotte anyway, and he could tell they were mesmerized. "If I wanted to I could take you right here…bent over this table…make you come in your pants." Sam's hand slid lower. Dean lowered his head and took a deep breath.
He always was easy when Sam got possessive. Sam could tell he was tight. Suddenly, Sam moved away, reaching for his beer. Dean breathed out and took his shot, landing the 9 ball in the corner.
"What do you think ladies?" Sam asked lightly as he rejoined them. "Ready for more drinks?" He waved down a waitress and order too more beers and two cosmos for the women.
"You always…so hands on?" Brenda asked, watching Dean sink another ball.
"Only when he needs me to be." Sam responded. "Or when I need me to be."
"So you and he…really…" Charlotte's eyes were big and wide.
Sam grinned. "Oh, yeah."
"That is so hot." Brenda waved her napkin at her face.
Dean stood back from the table, his expression torn between lust and frustration. His cock was a hard line in his pants. Sam stood with one arm around each of the ladies, pointing with one finger. "It's his birthday. And look, he's all worked up."
"Can I wish him a happy birthday?" Brenda asked, her blue eyes sparkling up at him.
Sam took his arm from around her shoulder. "Of course, just be careful."
Dean was looking at him, even as Brenda's hand circled the back of his neck and she stood on tip toes. His eyes never left Sam as she kissed him, though his mouth opened and he seemed to kiss her back, his hands still on his stick.
"Happy Birthday."
Dean's eyes flicked to hers, then back to Sam. "Thank you." He licked over his lips, then wiped them on the back of his hand, still watching Sam.
"What about you?" Sam asked, looking down at Charlotte.
She blinked and pushed red curls out of her eyes. Dean glanced at her and she bit her lip as she crossed to him. "Happy Birthday." She kissed his cheek, her face red.
"My turn." Sam grabbed his stick, using it to pull him closer. He pushed his thigh tight against Dean's cock and Dean huffed.
"Sam." Dean's voice was a growl. His skin was hot to the touch. Sam shifted his leg against him and felt his cock twitch.
"I'm going to make you come." Sam whispered in his ear. "Take your shot."
Dean was breathing heavily through his nose and for a long moment didn't move. When he did, it was stiffly, bending forward and lining up his shot. Sam moved in behind him, his eyes on the ladies who were huddled together watching. Sam's knee moved between Dean's legs as he bent over, his hand sliding down Dean's arm, helping him line up the shot.
"Smooth strokes." Sam said softly as Dean's arm came back. As they stroked forward Sam leaned into Dean, pressing his hard cock against the table and pushing his knee up against his balls. Dean groaned and sagged against the table, panting lightly. The cue ball ricocheted off the rail and dumped Sam's last ball into the pocket. "I guess that means I win." Sam said as he pulled himself up. He tossed off his beer, grinning as Dean adjusted himself.
The ladies were staring at them with open mouths as Sam handed Dean his full beer. Dean was glaring at Sam. His fingers fumbled, spilling beer conveniently down his front, hiding the growing wet spot from inside his jeans.
"Damn, looks like you need a little clean up." Sam grinned at the two girls. "Nice to meet you ladies, but birthday boy here has had enough, I think."
His hand fell on Dean's shoulder as they headed for the door. "You're a toppy bastard." Dean said as they got to the car.
Sam grinned. "Never said I wasn't." He got behind the wheel as Dean settled in beside him. "I promised you beer and pool. You got both."
He brought the engine roaring to life. "Plus a little extra." He dropped his hand to Dean's wet crotch, then leaned over to kiss him. "And when we get home, I'm going to give you those birthday spankings too."
"Plus a little extra?" Dean asked, his own hand in Sam's crotch now, pressing against his cock.
"Only if you're a very good boy." Sam whispered back.
"Then drive."
Title: Beer and Pool, And a Little Extra
Characters/Pairings: Sam/Dean, mention of John, Dana (OFC)
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1656
Summary: Set somewhere between Take It and Sticky Sweet, it's Dean's birthday and Sam promises him beer and pool. He delivers both, plus a little extra when he gets a little possessive at the bar.
A/Ns & Warnings: Offered up for
winterboost in honor of her birthday, because she wanted Keeper!Verse and possessiveness.It wasn't often that they got to go out together. One of them was always working or staying with Dana or tired. It wasn't like they needed to go on dates or anything. But, it was Dean's birthday and Sam decided to take Dean out.
He convinced John to watch Dana, convinced Dana to stay with John, which sometimes was the harder task. At nearly five years old, she could be demanding and always seemed to find a way to get in the middle of things.
He pulled into the parking lot of the bar, looking aside at Dean. There was never a moment of his life he didn't feel it in his cock when he looked at him. He licked his lips, his hands brushing over the tight denim of his jeans and Sam nearly groaned.
Dean grinned. "We don't have to go in." He leaned over to kiss Sam. "We could just go home and enjoy being Dana-free."
Sam took a deep breath. "I promised you beer and pool."
Dean raised an eyebrow. "Yes, you did."
Sam opened the door and climbed out. He had to adjust himself in his own jeans, his cock already getting ideas. Dean's smile was wicked as they headed inside.
It wasn't a big place, but it had a few pool tables and a decent size crowd. "Snag us a table. I'll get beer." Sam said, heading for the bar.
"Be right with you," the bartender said as Sam leaned on the bar. He nodded and turned to find Dean.
He was racking up some balls on a nearby table. Two women in low cut blouses and high heels were talking to him. Sam raised an eyebrow and watched. Even from across the room, he could see they were flirting.
Dean smiled and Sam swore one of them nearly swooned. Not that he could blame them, a full on Dean Winchester smile usually did that to him too. "Two beers." Sam ordered when the bartender returned, though his eyes never left his brother.
Dean leaned on the table, making small talk and being his usual charming self. The women were all but throwing themselves at his feet.
Sam threw money on the bar and grabbed the beers, heading to the table.
"Here he is now." Dean said as Sam handed his beer over.
"Oh, you weren't kidding," one of the women purred.
Dean grinned up at him. Sam's eyebrow raised and Dean's smile dimmed a little. "I leave you alone for five minutes…" Sam said, his tone neutral.
"This is Brenda and her sister Charlotte." Dean said, sipping from his beer. "They're new in town."
Sam leaned in to whisper in his ear. "You're not." He moved around the table, selecting a pool stick before settling behind the women. "Flirt all you want, ladies, just know that he belongs to me." He said it softly so that his voice didn't carry. They both turned to look at him, surprise on their faces. "Isn't that right, Dean?"
Dean blinked, but nodded tightly. He licked his lips again, a sure sign he was a little nervous. Sam's hand stroked over his stick, his eyes on Dean's face. The women seemed stuck between them, unsure of what to do.
Lifting his beer and downing it quickly, Dean pushed past his own uncertainty and finished racking the balls. "You gonna break?" he asked, his voice only slightly higher than normal.
"Go ahead. I want to watch."
Sam's eyes tracked Dean's move to the end of the table, the way he handled his cue, the way his ass rounded as he leaned over. "Gorgeous, isn't he?" Sam whispered into Brenda's ear. Dean was very conscious of Sam's attention, his eyes flitting from the ball to Sam and back again.
"Nice ass." Brenda said hesitantly, looking up at him.
"Hmmm…and those lips…" Sam leaned in to Charlotte's ear. "They look so pretty wrapped around my--"
"Your shot." Dean said a little louder than he needed to. His face was red as he stepped away.
"Excuse me, ladies." Sam said, moving around them to take his shot. Dean kept his distance from them, leaning against the wall, his eyes dutifully trained on Sam.
Sam watched Dean until he was bent over the table, ready to take his shot. The cue ball hit the number 4 ball neatly and spun it into the pocket. Sam moved around the table, brushing past Dean, palming his crotch as he went.
Dean cleared his throat and stood up a little straighter. Sam sank two more balls before he missed and relinquished the table to Dean. Once Dean was set up for his shot, Sam put a hand on his back, bending low to the table. He had Dean on edge, already aroused and it wouldn't take much to push him over. "Watch yourself, Dean."
Dean turned his head toward Sam. "You're watching me enough for both of us."
Sam suppressed the smile. "Does it make you nervous?"
Dean shifted his weight, adjusted his hold on the cue stick. "A little."
"Good." Sam's hand slipped down from Dean's back to his ass. "I haven't given you your birthday spankings yet."
He felt Dean tighten up, heard the ladies clear their throats. "Dude, you're feeling me up in front of the whole bar." Dean growled, his face redder than it was before.
"No one's watching." Sam said, his eyes glancing around them. No one but Brenda and Charlotte anyway, and he could tell they were mesmerized. "If I wanted to I could take you right here…bent over this table…make you come in your pants." Sam's hand slid lower. Dean lowered his head and took a deep breath.
He always was easy when Sam got possessive. Sam could tell he was tight. Suddenly, Sam moved away, reaching for his beer. Dean breathed out and took his shot, landing the 9 ball in the corner.
"What do you think ladies?" Sam asked lightly as he rejoined them. "Ready for more drinks?" He waved down a waitress and order too more beers and two cosmos for the women.
"You always…so hands on?" Brenda asked, watching Dean sink another ball.
"Only when he needs me to be." Sam responded. "Or when I need me to be."
"So you and he…really…" Charlotte's eyes were big and wide.
Sam grinned. "Oh, yeah."
"That is so hot." Brenda waved her napkin at her face.
Dean stood back from the table, his expression torn between lust and frustration. His cock was a hard line in his pants. Sam stood with one arm around each of the ladies, pointing with one finger. "It's his birthday. And look, he's all worked up."
"Can I wish him a happy birthday?" Brenda asked, her blue eyes sparkling up at him.
Sam took his arm from around her shoulder. "Of course, just be careful."
Dean was looking at him, even as Brenda's hand circled the back of his neck and she stood on tip toes. His eyes never left Sam as she kissed him, though his mouth opened and he seemed to kiss her back, his hands still on his stick.
"Happy Birthday."
Dean's eyes flicked to hers, then back to Sam. "Thank you." He licked over his lips, then wiped them on the back of his hand, still watching Sam.
"What about you?" Sam asked, looking down at Charlotte.
She blinked and pushed red curls out of her eyes. Dean glanced at her and she bit her lip as she crossed to him. "Happy Birthday." She kissed his cheek, her face red.
"My turn." Sam grabbed his stick, using it to pull him closer. He pushed his thigh tight against Dean's cock and Dean huffed.
"Sam." Dean's voice was a growl. His skin was hot to the touch. Sam shifted his leg against him and felt his cock twitch.
"I'm going to make you come." Sam whispered in his ear. "Take your shot."
Dean was breathing heavily through his nose and for a long moment didn't move. When he did, it was stiffly, bending forward and lining up his shot. Sam moved in behind him, his eyes on the ladies who were huddled together watching. Sam's knee moved between Dean's legs as he bent over, his hand sliding down Dean's arm, helping him line up the shot.
"Smooth strokes." Sam said softly as Dean's arm came back. As they stroked forward Sam leaned into Dean, pressing his hard cock against the table and pushing his knee up against his balls. Dean groaned and sagged against the table, panting lightly. The cue ball ricocheted off the rail and dumped Sam's last ball into the pocket. "I guess that means I win." Sam said as he pulled himself up. He tossed off his beer, grinning as Dean adjusted himself.
The ladies were staring at them with open mouths as Sam handed Dean his full beer. Dean was glaring at Sam. His fingers fumbled, spilling beer conveniently down his front, hiding the growing wet spot from inside his jeans.
"Damn, looks like you need a little clean up." Sam grinned at the two girls. "Nice to meet you ladies, but birthday boy here has had enough, I think."
His hand fell on Dean's shoulder as they headed for the door. "You're a toppy bastard." Dean said as they got to the car.
Sam grinned. "Never said I wasn't." He got behind the wheel as Dean settled in beside him. "I promised you beer and pool. You got both."
He brought the engine roaring to life. "Plus a little extra." He dropped his hand to Dean's wet crotch, then leaned over to kiss him. "And when we get home, I'm going to give you those birthday spankings too."
"Plus a little extra?" Dean asked, his own hand in Sam's crotch now, pressing against his cock.
"Only if you're a very good boy." Sam whispered back.
"Then drive."
