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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Supernatural
  Relationship:
      Dean_Winchester/Sam_Winchester
  Character:
      Dean_Winchester, Sam_Winchester
  Additional Tags:
      Brother/Brother_Incest, Angst_and_Hurt/Comfort, Feminine_Sam, Hurt_Sam
      Winchester, Crossdressing_Kink
  Series:
      Part 2 of The_Cabin_in_the_Woods
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-11-03 Words: 2433
****** The Cabin in the Woods: Part Two ******
by SmackTheDevil
Summary
     Part Two of the three part series The Cabin in the Woods. A long
     overdue vacation for the Winchesters. Sam finds it hard to cope with
     the blissful nature of their three day break.
Dean woke up quite late the next day. He was confused because the last thing he
remembered was wanking Sam off. But as he opened his eyes, it was sunny and
bright and the smell of sex had been replaced with the scent of bacon cooking.
He was also sporting an unwanted erection. Unwanted because had been dreaming
about his brother circa 1998. For a man slowly approaching forty, it was not
the kind of boner he should enjoy.
He swung his legs sleepily out of bed and remembered to put on socks due to the
wooden floor being a haven for splinters. Just socks, though, nothing else. Why
spoil the 'naked with sports socks' look for Sammy?!
He shuffled into the kitchen, stopping first at the doorway. A huge smirk
unfolded across his face.
“Well, hello ma'am.”
Sam had clearly made more of an effort than his brother had. He was stood at
the counter, red satin panties with a huge bow at the back (the boy loved a
bow), matching red bralette and black heels which were easily more than four
inches. He turned around, just his head, coy over his shoulder, stretching his
neck so that his back arched and made those beautiful legs look like they were
going on for days.
“Morning, De. Nice socks.”
“All for you, baby.” Dean laughed.
“Sit down. You hungry?”
“Always.” Dean sat at the kitchen table with glee.
“Bacon and eggs. Coffee, juice and fruit. That's for me because God forbid eat
anything healthy.”
Dean shook his head, his eyes rolling slowly.
“You're too good to me, sweet cheeks.” Dean slapped Sams' ass as he served his
breakfast. “What's with the heels?” Dean looked up. The cabin wasn't the
biggest building on earth and now that Sam was grazing six foot eight, the
ceiling looked even lower. Sam sat down opposite his brother and smiled.
“I like how they make my leg muscles feel.” Sam helped himself to coffee and a
pile of strawberries. He looked like a dream today. His hair was pushed back
from his face with an Alice band, his kaleidoscopic eyes were framed by lightly
applied eyeliner and mascara and his lips had a light peach sheen to them.
Natural but oh so feminine.
“You look pretty today.”
“Thank you. I feel it.”
Dean winked at his brother which sent a wave of pink to his cheeks.
“How are you thighs? I still feel bad about that, Sammy.”
“They're okay. It's fine.” Sam smiled at his brother over his mug and batted
his long eyelashes. “I thought we might go swimming today. I feel like we
should be outside. It's exactly like the last time we were here. It's like
Summertime.”
“Yeah, okay. Although, can you stay like that for a little longer? You look
sexy and I'm gonna need to take that underwear off with my teeth.”
Sam laughed then watched his brother gorge himself on bacon and eggs, sipping
mouthfuls of coffee before swallowing his food. Sexy.
“Do you miss women?” Sam asked quietly.
“Nah. Not really.”
“Not really?”
“Yeah. I mean I ain't gonna lie, I kinda miss losing myself between a good
sized pair of tits.”
Sam raised his eyebrows.
“Me too actually.”
Dean nodded at Sam, a sort of 'I'm with you comrade' nod.
“Love me some titty sucking!” Dean laughed to himself. “Who doesn't?”
“Can you make do with just me?” Even though Sam had agreed with his brother,
that tits were indeed awesome and sorely missed, he felt a wave of jealousy hit
him. He hated it but knew he had to address it. Dean was always good at
compliments. He was good because they were always, always honest and completely
sincere.
“Baby. Always. I mean look at you. All dressed up in satin and heels and those
pretty eyes. You drive me crazy.”
And there it was fixed. Dean Winchester, Sam thought, may just well be the best
man in the entire world.
“I love you, Sammy.”
“And I love you, De.” Sam always made a point of never adding the word 'too'
when saying he loved Dean. He always thought saying 'I love you too' sounded
like he was just merely agreeing with him.
Sam stood up and moved around the table to take Deans' plate. As he did, a hand
slid over his satin clad ass.
“Put the plate down.”
Sam hesitated.
“What, now?”
“Yeah, now.” Dean nodded. “Ain't my fault you get all dressed up pretty like
this and little Dean likes it.” His fingertips skated over the smooth satin,
backward and forward, dipping in and out of his ass crack. “Are you gonna be my
woman?”
“De.” Sams' breath hitched as Dean leaned back and patted his lap.
“C'mon baby.”
Sam perched his gift wrapped ass on the edge of his brothers bare knees. Dean
held his chin with his thumb and forefinger, gently tugging Sams' face toward
his, his other hand unraveling the huge satin bow which sat so perfectly above
Sams' ass.
“I'm gonna kiss you now, ma'am. Is that okay?” Dean smirked.
“I'm gonna say. No.”
“No? You telling me no?”
“Yeah. It's early, we don't need to peak so soon. So I'm setting some rules.”
“You mean, like sexy rules?” Dean laughed deeply, pulling Sam further onto his
lap.
“If you like. We get on with our day. Swimming, lunch, a few drinks. Relaxing
by the lake. But, but I am allowed to tease you as much I want and you, you're
not allowed to touch anything. Including that stupid dick of yours.”
“Why the hell is my dick stupid?”
“It's so thick, De. Seriously.”
Dean was suddenly very confused. No touching all day and apparently he has a
stupid thick dick too.
“I don't much like today.”
“Oh,- Sam kissed his brother with peachy lips on the nose and then stood up” –
you will Daddy Bear. You will.” Sam kicked his heels off. “I'm going for a
swim.” His hands slid around his back undoing his bralette, seductively peeling
it over his shoulders. He stepped out of his panties and leaned over his
brother stuffing them into his open mouth. “Touch your dick, you get nothing.”
Sam bit his lip, then run from the kitchen, through the living room, jumped
over the porch and the short barked mouth of the lake and dove straight in it.
Dean had moved too slowly to catch him and the lake was already rippling after
Sam had hit the water.
Dean stood at the edge of the lake, Sams' underwear now in his hand and watched
as his brother emerged from the water with a gasp. Hair still pushed back,
makeup inexplicably perfect. Dean thought about how he missed tits but then who
needed tits when there was Sam Winchester. He may well be the most perfect
person in the world.
“Come in, its so warm already!” Sam yelled. “But take the fucking socks off.”
Dean laughed and thankfully took his socks off. He waded into the water and
joined his brother. No matter what situation you put Sam Winchester in, he
looked beautiful in it. Dean had often thought about Sam in hell and how even
there he probably looked like an actual angel. Not some corrupt fallen angel
like Lucifer but a mythical angel. One you read about in poems, how regular
people perceive angels as being these perfect, ethereal creatures who do
nothing but good in the world. The pedestal Dean had Sam on was stupidly high.
Worship, as Dean had found out through his life was a dangerous thing. But as
he looked at his love right now, he knew that worship was very real, a deep
emotion and a way of life he had succumbed to. He loved him. He worshiped him.
He had him. In Deans' deepest thoughts, he believed that God, whoever it was
had made Sam, he was certain of it. That's what God did. He made beautiful
things and then destroyed them, just like he had with his baby so many times.
“Are you okay?”
“Yeah. Yeah, sorry. I was just thinking about you.”
“I'm right here and you still think about me?” Sam ran both hands over Deans'
hair which hand been flattened by the water. He spiked it up with his
fingertips then pulled him in close.
“Yeah, why wouldn't I? I'm always thinking about you, Sammy. You keep me from
going crazy, baby.”
“Crazier.”
“Don't spoil the moment, asshat.” Dean laughed, wrapping his legs around his
brother. “Race ya to that clearing?” He nodded toward a small opening in the
distance.
Sam scoffed and was free from his brother's grasp before Dean had finished the
sentence. Sam was pretty insane in water. Fast and adept. Dean had lost before
he had even attempted to keep up with him. His brother was already sat like
some water nymph on the edge of the lake, surrounded by wildflowers when Dean
waded from the water.
“This body is made for fucking and not much else.” He was breathless as he
flopped himself down almost on top of his brother, who barely flinched as he
did so.
“Maybe if you laid off the junk food and whiskey - “
“I'll stop you right there, Miss. No.” Dean grinned, launching his panting body
onto his brothers, pinning him against the wet ground.
“Aren't you a little old to be glomping me? Not long until you're forty.” Sam
smirked, his long wet legs wrapping around Deans' thighs, slow at first but
then tightening, vice-like.
“Way to go with the sexy talk.”
“You being older has always been sexy.”
“Eh?”
“Are you deaf? I said, I like that you're older. Always have. It's sexy,
especially now you have those adorable laughter lines.”
"I ain't that much older."
"Old enough to become the subject of a certain 14-year-olds wet dream every
night." Sam purred and bit his lip.
"Wanna go back to the cabin and pretend to be 14 again?"
"Is that what you want, big brother?"
"Fuck. Yes. Very much."
Sam was on his back. His body nestled perfectly against the backdrop of grass
and lilac wildflowers. Dean knelt up across his brother's legs.
"I just need to - " Dean picked the heads of the some of the flowers and laid
them in Sams' hair. - make you look even prettier."
"Want me 14 and female?" Sam arched his back pulling his legs up from under his
brother. He brought one leg around and tucked his flaccid dick and relaxed
balls between his legs.
"Sammy." Dean couldn't do much else except watch the show. He was suddenly
transported into an alternate universe where he had a beautiful young sister.
All curves and smooth skin. A girl with pretty eyes and flowers in her hair,
flirting with her big brother. Sucking on her fingers and rubbing between her
legs. "Tell me what your pussy is like."
Sam scanned his brothers body language, checking for signs where he might break
the rules he set out in the cabin at breakfast. He was hard, threatening
harder, but Sam was sure he could keep it in check.
“It's wet De. So wet.”
Dean licked his lips, green eyes darting from Sams' face to his self-made
pussy.
“It's all for you big brother. So wet and slippery and God, so hungry for you
cock.”
Dean let out a pathetic wanton moan as Sam opened his legs and let his semi
spring out. He giggled and sat up while his brother wrote the word
'disappointment' with his eyes.
“Hey, I was just getting into that. It was hot.”
“I'd noticed. You're such a dirtbag, De. I swear to God.”
“So are you. You just made yourself a cunt.”
Dean 'glomped' his brother again and they both collapsed laughing, sun skimming
their eyes, dappling through the trees.
“I can't believe we can't stay here, like this forever. I can't believe we have
to go back.” Sam turned onto his side and laid against his brother.
“We'd get bored, baby.” Dean pulled Sam in close and kissed his forehead
softly.
“I know.” Sam closed his eyes and pulled Dean in as close as he could, he
gripped him tightly and sobbed. “Please let me stay here. De, please.”
Dean rolled his eyes, not out of annoyance but out of his complete inability to
do or say anything that could help. Their lives were fucking useless. They had
one another, there was that. But at what cost? Moments like this. Moments where
it was just them. Alone and naked and utterly together was a stark reminder
that one day, one of them would be left alone. One of them would have to bury
or burn the other and then after that, there would be nothing.
Their lives would have been like flying through space, floating through
beautiful nebula’s and circling stars. But in time, that would end and there
would be nothing. Just the darkness. No light, no sound, just silence, and
death. The end of everything.
Sam didn't like to think about it often, but when he did it terrified him and
the only antidote was his brother.
Clinging to him while he still had him. Hold him. Love him and cherish his very
being.
“Sammy, please darlin', please don't cry.” Dean couldn't do much else but
pepper his brothers damp hair with kisses and rock him like they used to when
he was small and scared of a very different kind of darkness. “Right here,
right now. It's just us. Just us brothers ain't anybody here trying to hurt us,
or split us up. Just you and me, baby boy. Just you and me.”
“I'm so fucked up.”
“Hey, we both are. I need to see ya.” Dean smiled and sat up, taking Sam with
him, the boy sprawled across his body, noses almost touching. “Hello, little
one.”
Sam sniffed and let out another painful sob. Dean was being gorgeous and kind
and he was cuddling him and it always made everything a billion times worse.
“I..I'm sorry. I'm spoiling the vacation.”
“Nah, you ain't. I got you naked in my arms. My baby.”
“I love you, so much Dean. I mean, I wo-”
“Worship you.” Dean finished and Sam nodded, biting his lip to stop another
episode of sobbing. Dean smiled. “I think we should go back to the cabin, have
a bath and go to bed.” Sam nodded against Deans' body. “The vacation ain't over
yet, right now, I feel like we have all the time in the world.”
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