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Title: My Brother's Keeper, Part Fifteen(Part One Here, Part Two Here, Part Three Here, Part Four Here, Part Five Here, Part Six Here, Part Seven Here, Part Eight Here, Part Nine Here, Part Ten Here, Part Eleven Here, Part Twelve Here, Part Thirteen Here, Part Fourteen Here)
Characters/Pairing: Sam/Dean
Rating: NC-17
Table: #1
Prompt: 049 Cold
Word Count: 2958
Summary: Complete AU. On the night the demon kills Mary Winchester, John saves Dean, but before he can go back for Sam, the fire spreads. It is assumed that Sam is dead along with his mother. In reality, he has been taken and is raised by a family dedicate to the demon who killed Mary. One night after a hunt, Dean runs into him in a bar in Palo Alto, never a clue who he really is.
Warnings: Overall-Incest, m/m sex, blood play, bondage, non-con, including memories of under-age rape. Babies and demons and blood and come...The floodgates open, and Sam starts to break under the pressure...Dean reveals a secret to his father...and sex happens.
This is my thirty-fourth ficlet for my Supernatural claim on![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
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Dean shivered. He’d never felt so cold. Sam was asleep, finally. Dean sat in the window seat watching him, afraid to leave the room. His head was reeling. Sam…the fact that Sam had trusted him enough to tell him…to give him that….
Dean shook his head and sighed. It had been easier just to be angry, to not know how Sam had gotten to be…the way he was. It was easier to just deal with what he’d done. Now, now Dean had to deal with what had been done to him as well.
It pushed him, right out of the place where he craved Sam’s touch, into this odd protective, big brother space that was…hard to accept in light of the things they’d been through. He shivered again, watching the wind blow through barren trees outside the window.
Sam tossed in the bed, his hair plastered to his head with sweat and Dean couldn’t begin to guess what he was dreaming. In fact, he didn’t want to know. He knew too much already, and his mind, knowing what evil the darkness held, filled in all the colorful details. He had gone from sad and sympathetic to frightened to angry. He hit his head lightly against the wall and exhaled.
He’d held Sam like he was a child until he’d drifted off, then paced the room for quite a while before settling into the window. There was a soft knock on the door, and his father’s face appeared there. Dean held up his hand and crossed the room, gesturing for his father to move out into the hallway before following him and easing the door closed.
He sighed and leaned against the door. “I just…he’s only been asleep for a little while. Didn’t want you to wake him.”
John nodded, his eyes hooded and guarded. “Is he okay?”
Dean sighed again, deep, running a hand over his eyes as he tried to find the words. “I don’t know. He…the things he told me. God Dad…I’ve seen some terrible, evil, disgusting things…but…”
John took a deep breath and let it out. “Tell me.”
Dean looked up at him with tears in his eyes. “I don’t know if I could, Dad. I—“ He rubbed his hands on his jeans. “Let’s go downstairs, let him sleep.”
“Yeah, okay. Missouri sent me up to fetch you anyway. She said she needed to see you.”
“Are you okay?” Missouri asked without preamble as Dean joined her in her den. A client had just left and her perfume still hung in the air.
Dean nodded automatically, but fell into the chair and shrugged. “I—don’t know.”
Her hand was warm as she touched him. It only reminded him of the chill that had settled over him. “He told me…terrible things.”
She nodded. “He has more to tell, Dean. He needs you.”
Dean shivered and avoided looking at her. “I can’t. I can’t be what he needs.” His head hurt, now that the intensity of the moment had passed. He rubbed at his temples and sighed.
“You are the center of this family, Dean. You are the glue that will hold it together, or let it fall apart. Now, I know that’s a lot to lay on your shoulders, but there it is.”
Dean collapsed backward in the chair, crossing his arms in an attempt to draw in some of his body heat. “I don’t know what to do. I just…don’t.”
“Maybe you’re just trying too hard. You know? Maybe you should just take each moment as it comes. Stop thinking about it so much.”
Dean nodded miserably. Thinking had never really been where he was strongest anyway. “Maybe.”
“Now, I have a list of things. If you guys are planning on staying, I need you and your Daddy to run to the store.” She lifted a finger as Dean started to protest. “Sam will be sleeping for a while and Dana just went down for a nap. I don’t have any clients coming for the next hour or so. We’ll be fine.”
She handed him the list and stood up. “Go on now. I’ll have lunch waiting when you get back.”
John Winchester was not a man who was easily fooled, and that went double where the subject in question was his son. He knew Dean was keeping information from him, both about Sam and about the things Sam had done to Dean. His boy was strong and wouldn’t fall for a whammy the likes of which Sam had laid on him easily.
He had his suspicions. He’d come back to the motel several of those nights and the room had smelled of sex. Of course, that didn’t have to mean…it could have just been Dean getting himself in hand. But there was something in Sam’s eyes when he looked at Dean. Something about the way Dean reacted when Sam said his name.
Missouri wouldn’t tell him, but he was sure she knew. Dean avoided the subject. In fact, Dean spoke a lot less than normal these days. As they finished loading the groceries in with the baby supplies and other things Missouri wanted, and the dark clouds started to spit out an icy rain, John slipped into the car beside his son, trying to figure out just how to broach the subject.
He didn’t have to. Dean didn’t even start the car, didn’t look at him, just spoke. “I have to say something.”
“Dean—“
Dean shook his head. “No. Just, let me say it. You deserve to know.” He glanced up at John quickly, then looked away. “You won’t like it.”
“I’m listening.”
Dean took a deep breath and nodded. “When we met, Sam…seduced me. I’ve always been a sucker for a pretty face.” He let his head rest against the back of the seat, his eyes closed. “It was just…after-hunt energy. It was never meant to be more.”
John controlled his breathing carefully. He’d known for a long time that his son wasn’t completely straight, had watched from the shadows after more than one hunt as he flirted with boys before disappearing into dark alleys with them.
“That was why…I mean, the compulsion, that was why it was so strong. It started with sex…with something I wanted. I gave him permission….I mean, I didn’t know…but…” Dean’s voice sounded tired, heavy. “I know it’s completely fucked up, and I don’t pretend to understand it completely…but I love him.”
“You hardly know him.”
Dean nodded. “I know.”
“It could be just the compulsion.”
“No…that is an obedience thing. I’ve done the research, Dad. It taps into emotions already there…it can’t create them.”
They sat and listened to the rain for a moment. John wasn’t sure if he was glad to finally know or if the very idea of Dean at the mercy of that man…He shook his head. That man that was his son. He sighed. “I don’t know. I don’t know what to say. Or how to feel.”
Dean actually chuckled at that. “Join the club.”
Dean was quiet then, staring at the ceiling of the Impala. John waited, his big hands folded in his lap. “I’m so tired, Dad.” Dean said finally, his hands covering his face. “He’s my little brother, and I…want to help him. But damn I’m tired.” He turned to look at his father. “How weirded out are you?”
John sighed. “Dean.” He didn’t know what else to say. “I’ve…always known you weren’t…straight, not completely anyway. But…”
Dean rolled his eyes and nodded. “I know. This is different.”
“He’s my boy…but he’s hurt you. He’s responsible for hurting others. We don’t even know what all he’s done. And that’s not even broaching the subject of the sex.”
Dean nodded. “He’s done some pretty terrible things, and we don’t know a third of them. He was raised with a very skewed sense of what was right and wrong. But Dad, we aren’t angels. Or do I need to remind you about the stealing and lying and scams?”
“No.” John turned to look out the window at the rain. “What do you want from me, Dean?”
It took a minute, and John could almost feel Dean weighing something in his mind. When he finally did speak, his voice was very quiet and he didn’t look at his father. “He was raped, Dad.” Something inside of him broke. He couldn’t reconcile the innocent infant he’d held in his arms all those years ago with Dean’s words. “By demons. As a punishment.” Dean rubbed his hands over his face. “Not just once. Every time he exerted control over his life, they punished him…like that.”
John felt the tears and willed them away. He didn’t want to cry anymore. He’d cried for hours after leaving Sam’s room the night before. Cried for everything that could have been. He wanted to be empty. Wanted to let go of it all.
Dean shook his head and sat up, reaching for the keys. “He was thirteen.” Dean’s voice cracked and he wiped away the tears before turning on the ignition. “I just thought you should know.”
They were half way back to Missouri’s house when John finally found his voice. “Thank you. For telling me.”
Dean only nodded.
Sam was awake and downstairs when they came in, arms loaded with bags. Dana was on the floor at Sam’s feet, laying on a blanket surrounded by stuffed animals and rattles. Sam smiled hesitantly as they came in, then dropped his eyes back to the floor.
Missouri came bustling out of the kitchen to help, declaring that lunch would be ready shortly. Dean dropped his bags and left his father and Missouri to take care of them, moving to stand beside Sam and watch his daughter. She giggled and shook a toy in his general direction, then threw it at Sam’s feet.
“Her new favorite game.” Sam said, his voice a little gravelly. “She’s thrown almost everything on the blanket at me once.”
“Maybe she’s trying to get you to play with her.” Dean said, taking the toy and holding it above Dana. She giggled and reached for it and when he put it in her hands, she threw it back at Sam. Dean chuckled. “Yep, I think she wants you to play.”
Sam looked at his large hands, then down at the baby. “I don’t have the first clue what to do with babies.”
Dean knelt with one knee on the blanket and picked up the toy again. The silly dog was all plastic face, the better for teething, and soft terry cloth, with impossibly big ears and paws. “Heh…it looks like you.” Dean said, holding it up to Sam’s face and dancing it around until he smiled. “Babies aren’t hard Sam. They just take some attention.”
Dean held the toy out to Dana, dancing it around in front of her. Her eyes followed the dog, then flicked toward Sam. Dean nodded, handing the dog to Sam. “Here, you entertain her. I should go help get lunch on the table.”
“Dean…don’t…I—“ But Dean was already gone, leaving Sam and the dog and Dana. Sam sighed and looked down at the baby. “I’ve never been around kids before,” he said. “So I don’t know how this goes.”
Dana gurgled, her feet kicking the air around her as hands closed on another toy, something that made noise. She shook it and giggled, then threw it, hitting Sam on the knee. “Oh, you think that’s funny?” Sam put the dog on her tummy and tickled and she laughed so hard she squealed, bringing Dean back to the door. Sam looked up, his smile brilliant.
Lunch was a quiet affair, with most of the conversation coming from Dana. Dean held her in his lap and fed her peaches and cereal while eating his sandwich. As Sam finished, he grabbed his plate and put it in the sink. “I’m going to go lay down, if no one minds. I didn’t sleep much.”
“You go on Sam. Don’t you worry about us.” Missouri said. She rose and swept him into a hug, bringing a flustered blush to Sam’s face. He threw a half smile Dean’s way and left the room. “Things are going to get ugly in this house.”
Dean looked up sharply. “Why? What do you mean?”
Missouri shook her head. “I don’t know the specifics, but he’s brewing a nasty meltdown…and it’s all tied up with his powers, and the suppression. That demon that kept him under wraps is dead?”
Dean nodded, taking his napkin out of Dana’s hands and mouth and setting it out of reach. “Yeah. Dead and gone.”
“You sure?”
“I put three bullets from the colt into him. That gun will kill anything.”
She nodded. “Most folks who’s gifted, they get their calling when they come into puberty, 13 or 14, and the gifts grow with them. For those like Sam, with that kind of power, it’s important. Too much too fast and they can hurt themselves…or those around them.”
She cleared her plate and leaned against the counter. “We gonna have the same problem with the baby, I’m afraid.”
Dean shifted Dana in his lap. “Why?”
Missouri shook her head. “The baptism. It opened her up like she was full grown. I can’t tell the extent of her power, but Sam’s nightmare earlier woke her. And there’s the floating rattle trick.”
“The what?” John looked from Dana to Missouri and back again.
“She levitated a rattle while you were gone. I was changing her diaper.”
Dean held her up to look at her, and she smiled with a mouthful of cereal, dropping half of it into Dean’s lap. “Nice.”
John laughed and reached for her. “Give me my granddaughter.”
“I’m going to go change. See if you can keep her from…levitating anything else while I’m gone.”
Missouri was quiet for a moment while John fed Dana. “I think she’s got a connection to that boy. A blood bond. He’s gonna have to learn to control himself, or risk hurting her.”
Dean paused in the hall between his room and Sam’s. Sam hadn’t been upstairs but for a few minutes, but Dean could hear sounds of distress coming from his room. He slipped into the room and over to the bed. Sam’s face was screwed up like he was in pain.
Dean leaned over to brush the hair out of Sam’s eyes and sat slowly on the edge of the bed. Sam’s sweatpants were slanted, revealing one narrow hip and Dean licked his lips, letting his hand wander down from his forehead to that narrow strip of flesh. His body stirred, his face evened out. Dean smiled, an idea forming.
With a glance over his shoulder to be sure he’d shut the door, Dean hooked a finger under Sam’s pants and tugged lightly, just far enough to expose his cock. It was flaccid, lying against his thigh. Dean shifted so that he could breathe across it, hot, moist air against the skin. It stirred, and Dean followed with a light stroke with a single finger. Sam’s face eased a little more, his breathing changing. He smiled, moving to his knees and using his tongue now, circling it ever so lightly over the crown of Sam’s cock, ducking under the head to tease the tender spot, then closing his lips over just the head and sucking lightly.
He was rewarded by a definite hardening, pushing more of the cock into his mouth. Sam jerked awake, breathing hard. “Dean?”
“Shh. Relax.” Dean whispered before closing his mouth over him again and sucking him in.
“Dean, what—“
Dean’s fingers pressed against his lips to shush him. Sam pulled his hand away and half sat up. “Dean, what are you doing?”
Dean let Sam’s cock fall from his mouth. “I thought that would be obvious.”
“I didn’t…ask…didn’t…”
Dean smiled at his confusion, letting his hand close over Sam’s now nearly full cock. “I want to. I’ve been think about it all morning. May I?”
“Dean…I don’t want to take advantage of you.”
Dean turned his attention to licking over the underside and Sam moaned. “No advantage. Me, wanting.”
“But, I—“
Dean rose up and kissed him. “No, buts. I want. I’m asking you if you will allow me to suck your cock.”
Sam huffed, his hands on Dean’s face, then in his hair, then guiding Dean back to where his cock arched up toward his belly. “Fuck.”
“If you insist.” Dean said wickedly, opening his mouth and swallowing Sam completely. Sam thrust upward and Dean sucked his way back to the tip, then opened his throat for Sam’s thrust.
“Dean…” Sam moaned his name like it was a dirty word and Dean slipped a hand under his chin to fondle his balls. “Yeah, baby…yeah…”
Dean moaned around his cock, his tongue cupping the underside as Sam fucked into him. His fingers fisted in Dean’s hair and Dean knew he was close. “Fuck.”
Dean felt him clench under him, his muscles going tight and still and Dean sealed his mouth over him, swallowing rapidly as he came. As the flow tapered off, Dean licked his way up to the tip, then licked his lips and smiled lazily at Sam. “Better?”
Sam reached for him and Dean climbed up, letting Sam pull him down into the bed with him. “Always when you’re near.”
“Then I should stay.” Dean nestled with his head under Sam’s chin, letting Sam fold his arm over him and forgetting all about the baby food on his jeans.
“Forever.” Sam whispered, already on his way back toward sleep.
“Forever.” Dean echoed, closing his eyes and breathing deeply. For the first time all day, he wasn’t cold.
Title: My Brother's Keeper, Part Fifteen(Part One Here, Part Two Here, Part Three Here, Part Four Here, Part Five Here, Part Six Here, Part Seven Here, Part Eight Here, Part Nine Here, Part Ten Here, Part Eleven Here, Part Twelve Here, Part Thirteen Here, Part Fourteen Here)
Characters/Pairing: Sam/Dean
Rating: NC-17
Table: #1
Prompt: 049 Cold
Word Count: 2958
Summary: Complete AU. On the night the demon kills Mary Winchester, John saves Dean, but before he can go back for Sam, the fire spreads. It is assumed that Sam is dead along with his mother. In reality, he has been taken and is raised by a family dedicate to the demon who killed Mary. One night after a hunt, Dean runs into him in a bar in Palo Alto, never a clue who he really is.
Warnings: Overall-Incest, m/m sex, blood play, bondage, non-con, including memories of under-age rape. Babies and demons and blood and come...The floodgates open, and Sam starts to break under the pressure...Dean reveals a secret to his father...and sex happens.
This is my thirty-fourth ficlet for my Supernatural claim on
100_situations. Clicky for tableDean shivered. He’d never felt so cold. Sam was asleep, finally. Dean sat in the window seat watching him, afraid to leave the room. His head was reeling. Sam…the fact that Sam had trusted him enough to tell him…to give him that….
Dean shook his head and sighed. It had been easier just to be angry, to not know how Sam had gotten to be…the way he was. It was easier to just deal with what he’d done. Now, now Dean had to deal with what had been done to him as well.
It pushed him, right out of the place where he craved Sam’s touch, into this odd protective, big brother space that was…hard to accept in light of the things they’d been through. He shivered again, watching the wind blow through barren trees outside the window.
Sam tossed in the bed, his hair plastered to his head with sweat and Dean couldn’t begin to guess what he was dreaming. In fact, he didn’t want to know. He knew too much already, and his mind, knowing what evil the darkness held, filled in all the colorful details. He had gone from sad and sympathetic to frightened to angry. He hit his head lightly against the wall and exhaled.
He’d held Sam like he was a child until he’d drifted off, then paced the room for quite a while before settling into the window. There was a soft knock on the door, and his father’s face appeared there. Dean held up his hand and crossed the room, gesturing for his father to move out into the hallway before following him and easing the door closed.
He sighed and leaned against the door. “I just…he’s only been asleep for a little while. Didn’t want you to wake him.”
John nodded, his eyes hooded and guarded. “Is he okay?”
Dean sighed again, deep, running a hand over his eyes as he tried to find the words. “I don’t know. He…the things he told me. God Dad…I’ve seen some terrible, evil, disgusting things…but…”
John took a deep breath and let it out. “Tell me.”
Dean looked up at him with tears in his eyes. “I don’t know if I could, Dad. I—“ He rubbed his hands on his jeans. “Let’s go downstairs, let him sleep.”
“Yeah, okay. Missouri sent me up to fetch you anyway. She said she needed to see you.”
“Are you okay?” Missouri asked without preamble as Dean joined her in her den. A client had just left and her perfume still hung in the air.
Dean nodded automatically, but fell into the chair and shrugged. “I—don’t know.”
Her hand was warm as she touched him. It only reminded him of the chill that had settled over him. “He told me…terrible things.”
She nodded. “He has more to tell, Dean. He needs you.”
Dean shivered and avoided looking at her. “I can’t. I can’t be what he needs.” His head hurt, now that the intensity of the moment had passed. He rubbed at his temples and sighed.
“You are the center of this family, Dean. You are the glue that will hold it together, or let it fall apart. Now, I know that’s a lot to lay on your shoulders, but there it is.”
Dean collapsed backward in the chair, crossing his arms in an attempt to draw in some of his body heat. “I don’t know what to do. I just…don’t.”
“Maybe you’re just trying too hard. You know? Maybe you should just take each moment as it comes. Stop thinking about it so much.”
Dean nodded miserably. Thinking had never really been where he was strongest anyway. “Maybe.”
“Now, I have a list of things. If you guys are planning on staying, I need you and your Daddy to run to the store.” She lifted a finger as Dean started to protest. “Sam will be sleeping for a while and Dana just went down for a nap. I don’t have any clients coming for the next hour or so. We’ll be fine.”
She handed him the list and stood up. “Go on now. I’ll have lunch waiting when you get back.”
John Winchester was not a man who was easily fooled, and that went double where the subject in question was his son. He knew Dean was keeping information from him, both about Sam and about the things Sam had done to Dean. His boy was strong and wouldn’t fall for a whammy the likes of which Sam had laid on him easily.
He had his suspicions. He’d come back to the motel several of those nights and the room had smelled of sex. Of course, that didn’t have to mean…it could have just been Dean getting himself in hand. But there was something in Sam’s eyes when he looked at Dean. Something about the way Dean reacted when Sam said his name.
Missouri wouldn’t tell him, but he was sure she knew. Dean avoided the subject. In fact, Dean spoke a lot less than normal these days. As they finished loading the groceries in with the baby supplies and other things Missouri wanted, and the dark clouds started to spit out an icy rain, John slipped into the car beside his son, trying to figure out just how to broach the subject.
He didn’t have to. Dean didn’t even start the car, didn’t look at him, just spoke. “I have to say something.”
“Dean—“
Dean shook his head. “No. Just, let me say it. You deserve to know.” He glanced up at John quickly, then looked away. “You won’t like it.”
“I’m listening.”
Dean took a deep breath and nodded. “When we met, Sam…seduced me. I’ve always been a sucker for a pretty face.” He let his head rest against the back of the seat, his eyes closed. “It was just…after-hunt energy. It was never meant to be more.”
John controlled his breathing carefully. He’d known for a long time that his son wasn’t completely straight, had watched from the shadows after more than one hunt as he flirted with boys before disappearing into dark alleys with them.
“That was why…I mean, the compulsion, that was why it was so strong. It started with sex…with something I wanted. I gave him permission….I mean, I didn’t know…but…” Dean’s voice sounded tired, heavy. “I know it’s completely fucked up, and I don’t pretend to understand it completely…but I love him.”
“You hardly know him.”
Dean nodded. “I know.”
“It could be just the compulsion.”
“No…that is an obedience thing. I’ve done the research, Dad. It taps into emotions already there…it can’t create them.”
They sat and listened to the rain for a moment. John wasn’t sure if he was glad to finally know or if the very idea of Dean at the mercy of that man…He shook his head. That man that was his son. He sighed. “I don’t know. I don’t know what to say. Or how to feel.”
Dean actually chuckled at that. “Join the club.”
Dean was quiet then, staring at the ceiling of the Impala. John waited, his big hands folded in his lap. “I’m so tired, Dad.” Dean said finally, his hands covering his face. “He’s my little brother, and I…want to help him. But damn I’m tired.” He turned to look at his father. “How weirded out are you?”
John sighed. “Dean.” He didn’t know what else to say. “I’ve…always known you weren’t…straight, not completely anyway. But…”
Dean rolled his eyes and nodded. “I know. This is different.”
“He’s my boy…but he’s hurt you. He’s responsible for hurting others. We don’t even know what all he’s done. And that’s not even broaching the subject of the sex.”
Dean nodded. “He’s done some pretty terrible things, and we don’t know a third of them. He was raised with a very skewed sense of what was right and wrong. But Dad, we aren’t angels. Or do I need to remind you about the stealing and lying and scams?”
“No.” John turned to look out the window at the rain. “What do you want from me, Dean?”
It took a minute, and John could almost feel Dean weighing something in his mind. When he finally did speak, his voice was very quiet and he didn’t look at his father. “He was raped, Dad.” Something inside of him broke. He couldn’t reconcile the innocent infant he’d held in his arms all those years ago with Dean’s words. “By demons. As a punishment.” Dean rubbed his hands over his face. “Not just once. Every time he exerted control over his life, they punished him…like that.”
John felt the tears and willed them away. He didn’t want to cry anymore. He’d cried for hours after leaving Sam’s room the night before. Cried for everything that could have been. He wanted to be empty. Wanted to let go of it all.
Dean shook his head and sat up, reaching for the keys. “He was thirteen.” Dean’s voice cracked and he wiped away the tears before turning on the ignition. “I just thought you should know.”
They were half way back to Missouri’s house when John finally found his voice. “Thank you. For telling me.”
Dean only nodded.
Sam was awake and downstairs when they came in, arms loaded with bags. Dana was on the floor at Sam’s feet, laying on a blanket surrounded by stuffed animals and rattles. Sam smiled hesitantly as they came in, then dropped his eyes back to the floor.
Missouri came bustling out of the kitchen to help, declaring that lunch would be ready shortly. Dean dropped his bags and left his father and Missouri to take care of them, moving to stand beside Sam and watch his daughter. She giggled and shook a toy in his general direction, then threw it at Sam’s feet.
“Her new favorite game.” Sam said, his voice a little gravelly. “She’s thrown almost everything on the blanket at me once.”
“Maybe she’s trying to get you to play with her.” Dean said, taking the toy and holding it above Dana. She giggled and reached for it and when he put it in her hands, she threw it back at Sam. Dean chuckled. “Yep, I think she wants you to play.”
Sam looked at his large hands, then down at the baby. “I don’t have the first clue what to do with babies.”
Dean knelt with one knee on the blanket and picked up the toy again. The silly dog was all plastic face, the better for teething, and soft terry cloth, with impossibly big ears and paws. “Heh…it looks like you.” Dean said, holding it up to Sam’s face and dancing it around until he smiled. “Babies aren’t hard Sam. They just take some attention.”
Dean held the toy out to Dana, dancing it around in front of her. Her eyes followed the dog, then flicked toward Sam. Dean nodded, handing the dog to Sam. “Here, you entertain her. I should go help get lunch on the table.”
“Dean…don’t…I—“ But Dean was already gone, leaving Sam and the dog and Dana. Sam sighed and looked down at the baby. “I’ve never been around kids before,” he said. “So I don’t know how this goes.”
Dana gurgled, her feet kicking the air around her as hands closed on another toy, something that made noise. She shook it and giggled, then threw it, hitting Sam on the knee. “Oh, you think that’s funny?” Sam put the dog on her tummy and tickled and she laughed so hard she squealed, bringing Dean back to the door. Sam looked up, his smile brilliant.
Lunch was a quiet affair, with most of the conversation coming from Dana. Dean held her in his lap and fed her peaches and cereal while eating his sandwich. As Sam finished, he grabbed his plate and put it in the sink. “I’m going to go lay down, if no one minds. I didn’t sleep much.”
“You go on Sam. Don’t you worry about us.” Missouri said. She rose and swept him into a hug, bringing a flustered blush to Sam’s face. He threw a half smile Dean’s way and left the room. “Things are going to get ugly in this house.”
Dean looked up sharply. “Why? What do you mean?”
Missouri shook her head. “I don’t know the specifics, but he’s brewing a nasty meltdown…and it’s all tied up with his powers, and the suppression. That demon that kept him under wraps is dead?”
Dean nodded, taking his napkin out of Dana’s hands and mouth and setting it out of reach. “Yeah. Dead and gone.”
“You sure?”
“I put three bullets from the colt into him. That gun will kill anything.”
She nodded. “Most folks who’s gifted, they get their calling when they come into puberty, 13 or 14, and the gifts grow with them. For those like Sam, with that kind of power, it’s important. Too much too fast and they can hurt themselves…or those around them.”
She cleared her plate and leaned against the counter. “We gonna have the same problem with the baby, I’m afraid.”
Dean shifted Dana in his lap. “Why?”
Missouri shook her head. “The baptism. It opened her up like she was full grown. I can’t tell the extent of her power, but Sam’s nightmare earlier woke her. And there’s the floating rattle trick.”
“The what?” John looked from Dana to Missouri and back again.
“She levitated a rattle while you were gone. I was changing her diaper.”
Dean held her up to look at her, and she smiled with a mouthful of cereal, dropping half of it into Dean’s lap. “Nice.”
John laughed and reached for her. “Give me my granddaughter.”
“I’m going to go change. See if you can keep her from…levitating anything else while I’m gone.”
Missouri was quiet for a moment while John fed Dana. “I think she’s got a connection to that boy. A blood bond. He’s gonna have to learn to control himself, or risk hurting her.”
Dean paused in the hall between his room and Sam’s. Sam hadn’t been upstairs but for a few minutes, but Dean could hear sounds of distress coming from his room. He slipped into the room and over to the bed. Sam’s face was screwed up like he was in pain.
Dean leaned over to brush the hair out of Sam’s eyes and sat slowly on the edge of the bed. Sam’s sweatpants were slanted, revealing one narrow hip and Dean licked his lips, letting his hand wander down from his forehead to that narrow strip of flesh. His body stirred, his face evened out. Dean smiled, an idea forming.
With a glance over his shoulder to be sure he’d shut the door, Dean hooked a finger under Sam’s pants and tugged lightly, just far enough to expose his cock. It was flaccid, lying against his thigh. Dean shifted so that he could breathe across it, hot, moist air against the skin. It stirred, and Dean followed with a light stroke with a single finger. Sam’s face eased a little more, his breathing changing. He smiled, moving to his knees and using his tongue now, circling it ever so lightly over the crown of Sam’s cock, ducking under the head to tease the tender spot, then closing his lips over just the head and sucking lightly.
He was rewarded by a definite hardening, pushing more of the cock into his mouth. Sam jerked awake, breathing hard. “Dean?”
“Shh. Relax.” Dean whispered before closing his mouth over him again and sucking him in.
“Dean, what—“
Dean’s fingers pressed against his lips to shush him. Sam pulled his hand away and half sat up. “Dean, what are you doing?”
Dean let Sam’s cock fall from his mouth. “I thought that would be obvious.”
“I didn’t…ask…didn’t…”
Dean smiled at his confusion, letting his hand close over Sam’s now nearly full cock. “I want to. I’ve been think about it all morning. May I?”
“Dean…I don’t want to take advantage of you.”
Dean turned his attention to licking over the underside and Sam moaned. “No advantage. Me, wanting.”
“But, I—“
Dean rose up and kissed him. “No, buts. I want. I’m asking you if you will allow me to suck your cock.”
Sam huffed, his hands on Dean’s face, then in his hair, then guiding Dean back to where his cock arched up toward his belly. “Fuck.”
“If you insist.” Dean said wickedly, opening his mouth and swallowing Sam completely. Sam thrust upward and Dean sucked his way back to the tip, then opened his throat for Sam’s thrust.
“Dean…” Sam moaned his name like it was a dirty word and Dean slipped a hand under his chin to fondle his balls. “Yeah, baby…yeah…”
Dean moaned around his cock, his tongue cupping the underside as Sam fucked into him. His fingers fisted in Dean’s hair and Dean knew he was close. “Fuck.”
Dean felt him clench under him, his muscles going tight and still and Dean sealed his mouth over him, swallowing rapidly as he came. As the flow tapered off, Dean licked his way up to the tip, then licked his lips and smiled lazily at Sam. “Better?”
Sam reached for him and Dean climbed up, letting Sam pull him down into the bed with him. “Always when you’re near.”
“Then I should stay.” Dean nestled with his head under Sam’s chin, letting Sam fold his arm over him and forgetting all about the baby food on his jeans.
“Forever.” Sam whispered, already on his way back toward sleep.
“Forever.” Dean echoed, closing his eyes and breathing deeply. For the first time all day, he wasn’t cold.
