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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Choose_Not_To_Use_Archive_Warnings, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Supernatural
  Relationship:
      Dean_Winchester/Sam_Winchester
  Character:
      Dean_Winchester, Sam_Winchester, Original_Characters
  Additional Tags:
      Mind_Reading, Barebacking, Bottom!Sam, top!dean
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-08-26 Words: 4368
****** Mind on fire ******
by BloodyFreckles
Summary
     A witch curses Dean to read the thoughts of others. At first it seems
     alright but then he starts hearing his brother's thoughts and well,
     it's kinda weird but maybe he can live with it.
Notes
     This was a spn-kink meme prompt for mind reading and Dean discovering
     Sam's less than pure thoughts about him. I can't find the original
     prompt to let you know what was said but just telling you, incase you
     read it.
When the witch has cursed him as she died, he thought he was going to end up
with a shriveled dick or his hair falling out. Something less than pleasant but
not something he couldn't live with. It was much worse than that. He'd much
rather walk around looking like Lex Luther than what he ended up with. At first
he hadn't really noticed the fact that he was hearing other people's thoughts,
he figured they were his own weird mishaps and he was having a strange couple
of days but soon he realized people around him were sending out their thoughts
left and right.
He finally realized the truth when a girl smiled at him saying hi across the
booth from his and it was followed by God I hope he thinks I'm pretty. He's so
cute. Who am I kidding? he probably wouldn't go for a girl like me. It was her
voice only more soft and flowing like a stream. After a few minutes of getting
it, he was actually fucking psychic, he smiled and excused himself from Sam and
his dad to chat her up. After that he decided to take her out back for a little
fun. Sam had rolled his eyes when he announced he'd be back. They went to the
bathroom and locked the door, getting a blow job out of the Deal and fingered
her until she came all over his hand. She blushed and gave him her number. He
knew he'd never see her again but at least he made her feel good about herself.
That was all that mattered.
It was pretty easy after that. He managed to snatch a fifty dollar bill from an
old man's wallet when he thought no one would take his wallet if he left it on
the counter for a few minutes, turning his back. He told some woman who was
worried her husband was having an affair that he was since he had been thinking
about how good the woman he had been seeing behind her back was in bed. Her
name had been Claudia. Apparently that was her bestfriend and Dean was now the
cause for some random couple's divorce, and then finding out that one of Dad's
hunting buddies. Charles who was like fifty years old, thought Dean was hot and
that he fucked twinks on the side. Dean had decided to stay far away from him
after that.
He hadn't told his family what the witch had cursed him with. John had ended up
thinking it was a dud and she hadn't had any juice left in her. Dean didn't
really want to make his family uncomfortable, but he didn't want to keep
listening to people's thoughts forever. It was tiring. Sometimes he got
headaches when too many people were around him thinking at once and then he'd
get dizzy and have to go somewhere quiet. He'd have to tell his dad eventually
if he wanted to find a way to reverse the curse.
The weirdest thing however was the fact that he hadn't really been paying
attention to family's thoughts at all, not at first anyway. No, the weirdest
thing was when he started paying attention. He realized his dad felt guilty
about dragging them around all the time, he often thought about settling down
somewhere Sam could finish out his schooling because he felt his kid deserved
that but getting the demon always got in the way of that. Dean understood, he
wanted to say something to those thoughts and it took everything in him to stay
quiet about them. There were lesser things like he wished he could move on from
Mary's death and settle down again. That he had a few one night stands. Dean
was pretty damn proud of his dad for thinking he needed to get laid, the old
man wasn't dead yet. He was working up the courage to suggest they go to a bar
together and pick up chicks but then his dad might find that pretty weird, so
he decided against it.
But what really threw his head for a loop were Sam's thoughts. At first they
were simple enough as he did his homework, whatever subject he was working on.
Whatever problem he had to solve. Then things like what girl supposedly had a
crush on him in school and rather he should ask her out or not. He was always
going on about doing normal teenage things. Like he wasn't really interested in
doing them but he had to do them. Seemed like Sam to him at least. Then it
happened.
I wish it wasn't wrong.
Dean's head had snapped up, because it sounded like Sam was speaking directly
to him. "What?"
Sam looked up, chewing on his pencil as he sat at the kitchen table. "Hm?"
Dean shook his head. "Nothing. Do your homework."
Then maybe Dean would consider me. Then maybe he wouldn't just see me as his
little brother.
Dean's head snapped up again, looking directly at Sam who was busy writing a
paper. What the hell was he thinking about? He went about doing the dishes but
kept tuned into Sam 105.9.
It hurts when he does those things. Going off with girls that barely know him.
I know him, I can give him what he wants...if you weren't his brother, dumbass.
Dean blinked, stopping for a second as he slid the plate into the water. He
wanted to say something to Sam but he didn't know what. He had a feeling what
was going on with Sam but he really didn't want to put a name to it. It kinda
terrified him.
If I could just kiss him one time... one time. I'd be so happy. So damn happy.
I'd give up everything for that. Okay, not everything but it'd be the greatest
thing that ever happened to me. It really would. Maybe then Dean would...
Startled, Dean washed the last cup and put it in the dish drain. He needed to
get out of here. Away from Sam. "I'm going to my room, spud."
Sam nodded. "Okay, Dean. Remember you have to take me to school in the morning,
dad won't be here."
"Yeah, of course," he muttered, walking past him.
I wish he'd hug me like he used to.
Dean picked up speed and walked into his room. Shutting the door behind him. He
flopped on the bed and looked up at the ceiling. Okay, so either he was finally
going crazy with all these thoughts coming his way or his little brother was
very much... in love with him. Why hadn't he picked up on that before? Worse
yet. What had Dean done to make his brother feel that way about him? Maybe it
was his fault, maybe after so many years of being the only constant in Sam's
life he had finally snapped and decided Dean was the girl for him. Fuck, he had
to fix this fast. Get Sam some grade A pussy and make him see that chicks were
where it was at.
------------
Only that didn't go as planned. Dean dragged him out to an under twenty one
club where there weren't a slew of people there but there were enough to
mingle, Sam had been suspicious at first as to why Dean wanted them to go
somewhere like that but Dean had come up with an easy set of words along the
lines of spending time together. Currently Sam was cornered by a girl named
Mandy, who was sixteen to his fifteen and Dean was slinking up with her
eighteen year old Sister Miranda. Mandy was intimately leaning forward,
speaking to Sam and smiling, looking coyly from under her lashes. The chick had
game, and Sam was mostly keeping his eyes on her smiling but every now and then
he'd look over at Dean and the light would leave his eyes for a moment.
Miranda was thinking about how his arms would fit around her waist and he was
inclined to show her how perfectly they would. "I'm studying to be an
automechanic," Miranda said, hand on Dean's knee as she smiled.
Dean raised his eyebrow grinning. "Girl after my own heart, I know a thing or
two about cars myself."
"Oh that's so cool. so are you a mechanic too or something your parents passed
onto you?," Miranda said, suddenly more interested than she was before.
Of course, she has to be Dean's perfect girl.
Dean bit back the urge to sigh, instead continuing to grin. "Dad actually. He
used to be a mechanic back in the day, still is really but I learned everything
from him."
Maybe if I learned a thing or two about cars, he'd be more interested in me.
Really Sam? You're such a damn loser. You don't even care about cars but
anything to get Dean to notice you.
"That's so cool. My dad taught me a lot about cars too, which is why I decided
to make it my career. We should get together sometime and work on a car
together." Miranda smiled, leaning forward to take her straw in her mouth and
looked at Dean sideways.
Mandy is really nice but she isn't Dean. No one will ever be Dean but maybe...
I could kiss her. Maybe I should. Dean obviously expects me to man up and I
should.
Dean found himself nodding absemtmindedly at that and watched as Sam leaned
over and kissed the red head on the mouth. She seemed surprised but smiled.
Miranda laughed. "Looks like you have a bold little brother."
Dean grinned. "That's cause I raised him right."
Sam rolled his eyes. I didn't even feel anything, no spark. Nothing. "I'm ready
to go, Dean."
Dean frowned. "But we haven't even gotten started. I thought we'd show these
girls a good time."
Sam shrugged, looking sheepish. "I have homework to finish."
Dean felt helpless. "Go to the car. I'll be right out."
Sam said goodbye to Mandy and ended up kissing her on the cheek as he left.
Dean was surprised by Miranda's own boldness as she gave him the full french
twist and made sure her number was in his hand. He intended on keeping it. He'd
hit her up before they up and left again.
When he got in the impala, Sam was looking at the dashboard with a sullen
expression on his face.
"What's wrong?," Dean asked, starting up the car as he pulled out of the
parking lot.
Sam shrugged. "Nothing." I wish I didn't feel this way. I wish I didn't think
about sucking your cock and feeling you inside me. Then I'd be a normal little
brother who didn't get jealous when you hit on girls. Because you're a freak
Sam. A fucking freak.
Dean was assaulted by two things. First the image of his brother giving him
head, his dick was somehow on board with that idea as it twitched in it's
confines. He was momentarilly horrified but glad Sam wasn't paying attention to
him. The second thing is how much Sam wants him. He almost feels bad for the
way his brother is pining after him, so damn desperate for his attention and
how much he wants to be with him in the most unconventional way. He takes a
breath and blows out slowly.
"Sam is there anything you want to tell me?," He asks, hardly knowing what's
possessing him to do so.
Sam looks over and shakes his head. "No, nothing Dean." Everything. Would you
want me if I told you how much I love you?
Dean almost shakes his head but stops himself. He doesn't want Sam to be
mortified beyond belief.
------
Things don't go as normally as usual. Sam continues to have thoughts and Dean's
own thoughts are growing more perverse and sorrowful as the days progress. He
keeps thinking all kinds of sexual things concerning Sam. Sam bent over the
couch, Sam spread out on the kitchen table, Sam whimpering and begging for
release as he pounds into him. It's not like Dean hasn't been with a guy
before, he's tried it and liked it but he definitely likes pussy more. Nothing
beats a wet cunt but he keeps envisioning Sam doing all sorts of naughty things
and his dick is definitely on board with the idea of it. He can picture Sam's
lusicious little lips wrapped around the head of his cock, sucking him down
eagerly as he wants to please Dean. He knows how much Sam would go through just
to see him completely sated and happy with him. What freaks him out though is
the fact that he's not freaked out at all. Sure, it's his little brother but
nothing about Sam has ever disgusted him.
Never.
He changed his diapers for crying out loud and always did it proudly, when Sam
was finally clean.
Once he's done freaking out about not freaking out, he ends up planning how to
go about seducing Sam. No, more like giving Sam more love and attention. He
stops Sam from going into the bathroom and wraps his arms around him. Sam
stands shock still for a few moments before he finally returns the hug and Dean
doesn't let go.
"Um Dean, what are you doing?," Sam asks quietly, his voice such a sound in the
silence.
"What it looks like? A damn hug, so hug me," Dean retorts, holding on tighter.
"Oookay," Sam replies, then dares to lay his forehead on Dean's shoulder.
After a few more seconds pass, Dean releases him and they stand there awkwardly
for a moment. Not really looking at each other.
Sam coughs loudly into his hand. "I'm just gonna go brush my teeth."
"Yeah, you do that," Dean says moving past him as he lands a smack on Sam's
boxer covered ass.
Sam makes an unmanly sound and Dean smiles as he walks away.
Two days later he does it again and Sam seems to bask in the warmth, not asking
questions this time. Dean knows in two more days when Dad leaves he'll have to
put his plan into action. During that time, Sam has more than enough naughty
thoughts to drive him crazy. He can hear Sam in the next room beating off and
thinking about him coming in to help him. He wishes he could, as he listens to
the oh gods and fuck yeahs projecting from Sam's mind. The choked off Dean gets
to him and Dean ends up jacking off afterward knowing soon he'll be buried
balls deep in Sam's ass. And Sam will probably be over the moon at it.
They're sitting on the couch, watching old horror movies when John leaves for
the next week. Everything has been pretty quiet save for the noises coming from
the television. Dean scoots closer, making them sit thigh to thigh and Sam just
looks over, raising his eyebrow a little but Dean pays no mind. Then Dean
throws his arm over Sam's shoulder casually and relaxes. Sam looks at him long
and hard for a moment before relaxing into it.
He's been acting weird. Just shut up and enjoy it, Sam before he decides to
stop touching you.
Dean smiles. "Sam."
"Yeah?," Sam asks, not looking his way.
"You know I love you right?," Dean asks.
"I know," Sam says, smiling softly. But not the way I want you to.
"Good," Dean replies, swallowing a little as he turns to look at Sam. "You know
you can tell me anything, right?"
Sam nods slowly, looking at Dean. A Mix of emotions seem to pass in his hazel
eyes. "I guess."
Dean doesn't reply, instead he moves forward and kisses Sam on the lips softly.
Sam goes completely still then seems to get with the program, but nstead of
kissing back, he pushes Dean away.
"What the hell are you doing?," he asks, completely panicked.
Dean knows he looks shocked. "I'm... well I'm... I'm sorry." Isn't that what he
wants?
Dean didn't just... did he really? I think you're imagining things, Sam. Dean
wouldn't kiss you. "... Don't be sorry. why did you do it?"
Dean bites at his bottom lip, he knows Sam wants this so he leans forward again
and kisses once more. Sam doesn't move for a moment but Dean licks across the
seam of his lips and Sam slowly parts his mouth to accomodate Dean's tongue in
his oriface. Sam shyly snakes out his tongue and mingles it with Dean's and
they kiss heavily for a few moments before Dean pulls away. "Does that answer
your question?"
Sam pants a little, looking down. "But why?"
Dean sighs. "Because I love you. what better reason do you need?"
Sam eyes shine a little bit. I must be going crazy because Dean... wants me?
"I want you," Dean whispers, leaning to kiss him again and Sam instantly
responds. This kiss more passionate and filled with all kinds of want. Sam's
hand grasp at Dean's t-shirt and fists in it as he clutches to him afraid to
let go. Dean's hands move along Sam's waist and hold on, pressing in close as
they share saliva. He presses Sam down into the couch and the kissing seems to
go on forever. They're rutting against each other, hard cocks confined and
pressing together as Sam moans into his mouth and slips his arms around Dean's
neck.
Sam pulls back this time, eyes unafraid, full of love. "I want you too. Could
we.. could we do more than kissing?," He asks shyly, looking at Dean through
lidded eyes.
"Fuck yes," Dean says, sitting up. "But let's head to my room." He gets up and
drags Sam by the hand, pulling him up off the couch as they walk down towards
his room he pulls Sam inside and closes the door. He reaches around sam and
locks it just incase.
Sam looks up at him, he's shaking slightly but he smiles.
Dean reaches forward and pulls Sam's shirt over his head, and Sam complies.
"Clothes off," Dean instructs as he pulls off his own shirt and within moments
they're both naked. Sam stands there awkwardly, arms covering his chest as he
gazes at Dean.
Then Dean hops on the bed and grins. "Get over here."
Sam easily slides into bed, crawling up over Dean and they start kissing again.
Hot and wet, Sam's hands shyly explore Dean's body. Pinching and teasing his
nipples as Dean sighs and arches into the touch. After a few minutes, Dean
flips them over and starts pressing kisses to Sam's neck and shoulders, he
sucks a little too long on his collarbone and leaves a bruising mark that ends
up purpling as time goes on. Sam moans, whimpering a little as Dean latches
onto a nipple and sucks at it with swirls of his tongue, reaching down to grasp
Sam's cock and stroke it, velvet hot skin in his hand as Sam makes little
noises like he's trying to keep quiet.
"No one's here, make all the noise you want, baby boy," Dean says, looking up
at him with a coy grin.
Sam lets out a sigh at the permission and gets more vocal, little noises turn
into big noises as he sighs and moans then he speaks. "Please, I don't want to
get off that way. want you in me."
Dean doesn't answer, he ministrates the same attention to Sam's other nipple
and licks down into his navel, kissing and sucking at the skin. He noses around
his leaking cock, licking the tip as he tastes a blot of precome. It's salty
and perfect, Sam tastes so damn good.
"Please Dean," Sam protests, ass wiggling underneath him.
Dean finally nods and looks up. "Whatever you want, Sammy." He crawls back up
his body and reaches into the night stand pulling out a small vial of cherry
lube. He crawls back down and positions Sam's legs wider so he can get at his
puckered little hole. "Lift your ass up."
Sam listens and does as Dean spreads his ass cheeks apart and opening the vial
as he drizzles the liquid onto his fingers and circles Sam hole a few times
before slowly pressing in. Sam hisses above him, the hole clenching up against
the intrusion.
But Dean doesn't relent. "Relax Sammy, it's going to feel so damn good but only
if you let me in."
"Okaaaay," Sam breathes, relaxing his body as Dean's finger slides in, probing
and thrusting in and out. Then he adds a second finger, scissoring and
stretching the muscle as his fingers sink in deep. Finally he hits the little
bundle of nerves that make Sam suck in a breath. "Fuck, Dean. What was that?"
Dean chuckles, smiling as he rubs his fingers against the nerves. Massaging it.
"Your prostate, little brother."
"It feels so... good," Sam says breathlessly as he closes his eyes and relaxes
even further. Dean adds a third finger, it's so tight and hot around his
fingers, now slick and ready for him. He's thrumming with energy, his own dick
throbbing up against his stomach, knowing he's gonna be in there in a few
minutes. "Come on, Dean. Fuck me. Please."
Dean licks his lips, picking up the vial and pouring liquid into his palm as he
slathers it onto his dick, stroking as he let's out a soft groan, closing his
eyes. "It's gonna feel so good, Sammy. Being in you. I'm gonna fuck you until
you can't walk straight," he promises, climbing up as he positions the head of
his dick at Sam's hole and slowly presses forward.
Sam's breath hitches as he brings his legs up around Dean's hips and holds on.
"Just do it already, Dean."
Dean laughs. "So damn pushy." But Sam wouldn't be Sam if he wasn't. He relaxes
his stomach and then slides all the way to the root, fully inside Sam as he
tries not to come right then and there.
Sam pants as he tries to adjust to it. Two seconds pass before Sam's
experimentally moving his hips, somehow taking Dean deeper. "You can move Dean,
come on. Do what you promised."
Dean pulls out and slams all the way back in, shifting his hips as as he
presses kisses to Sam's neck, shallow thrusts as he feels all that hot heat
around him, surrounding him so completely he feels like he's on a cloud
floating high somewhere.
Sam wraps his arms tight around Dean's neck as he holds on, trying to meet him
thrust for thrust. "Harder Dean. It feels so good, you feel so good," he says,
whispering in his brother's ear. As he whimpers, legs somehow wrapping around
Dean tighter.
Dean starts pulling out, slamming in over and over again as he picks up his
pace. Grunting and groaning at how good Sam really feels, maybe this is better
than pussy after all. Sam is wound so tight around him he can barely breathe,
he slides a hand down Sam's thigh, fingernails biting into his skin as he holds
on, thrusting and angling his hips as his head hits that bundle of nerves,
making Sam close his eyes tight and whimper like a cat in heat. "You're doing
so good, Sammy. So fucking good. Like you were made for me. All fucking mine."
Sam nods, breath hitching as his head smacks against the headboard. The entire
bed moving right along with them. "Yeah, oh god, yeah, just wanna be yours,
Dean. No one else's. Make me feel it. More, god, more."
Dean pounds away at his prostate, he couldn't possibly go any faster. His
orgasm is building low in his groin, balls drawing up as they smack against
Sam's ass. "Touch yourself, Sam. Come on. I'm almost there."
Sam obeys and reaches between them grasping his dick as he strokes it, thumb
rubbing over the head as he looks up at Dean adoringly. He leans forward and
kisses Dean, both of their tongues mingling as he pulls back, head falling
against the pillow as he gasps, come spurting from his cock as his orgasm hits
him. Moaning long and hard. Dean follows a second later, coming into Sam in
thick strands of cum, coating his inside, his head falls against Sam's shoulder
as he pants. Whole entire body tingling from his climax. They both pant in the
silence, trying to catch their breaths as their bodies stick against each
other.
He doesn't feel like leaving the warm cocoon of Sam's ass but he doesn't want
his dick to get sore because there's going to be a round two. He pulls out and
flops onto his side, reaching out to place a hand against Sam's stomach.
Fingers splayed as he softly runs the tips of his fingers over Sam's skin.
"I love you," Sam whispers, eyes fixed on the ceiling as he shivers at Dean's
touch.
Dean smiles lazily, sweat having mussed up his hair. "I love you too, Sammy."
Sam slides down in the bed and turns over sliding his arm over Dean's waist as
he presses their bodies together. Face presses against his brother's chest. "I
wanted that for so long."
Dean's curious, he raises his eyebrow. "How long?"
"A few years...," Sam replies quietly as he places a kiss to Dean's chest. "How
long for you?"
"A couple weeks," he replies honestly.
"Oh," Sam says.
Dean chuckles. "It took awhile before I noticed how damn sexy you are."
Sam laughs. "If you says so."
He wraps his arms tight around Sam as they cuddle, but if you ever ask him
that's what they're doing, he'll deny it. And the mind reading? Sam doesn't
need to know. So, he isn't going to tell Sam the truth. It doesn't need to be
said, but he'll get rid of it one way or another. He'll have to tell his father
about it. But, he's kinda glad he ended up with it because he wouldn't have had
the best thing that's happened to him in awhile. Loving Sam a little more than
he should and he's perfectly fine with it.
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