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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M, M/M
  Fandom:
      Supernatural
  Relationship:
      Dean_Winchester/Original_Female_Character(s), Dean_Winchester/Original
      Male_Character(s), Dean_Winchester/Sam_Winchester, Sam_Winchester/
      Original_Female_Characters, Sam_Winchester/Original_Male_Character(s)
  Character:
      Sam_Winchester, Dean_Winchester, Original_Female_Character(s), Original
      Male_Character(s)
  Additional Tags:
      Wincest_-_Freeform, Smut, lots_and_lots_of_NSFW, a_little_bit_of_dirty
      talk, a_little_rough, namecalling, Dom!Sam, Sub!Dean
  Series:
      Part 10 of 100_Ways_to_Say_"I_Love_You"
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-06-08 Updated: 2018-03-21 Chapters: 4/? Words: 7612
****** You Might Like This ******
by oh2hell
Summary
     Dean likes to take Sam on his "dates".
Notes
See the end of the work for notes
***** Chapter 1 *****
They were at Dean's girl of the week's house, Sam slouched in the armchair, his
bangs laying gently over his eyes, hitting his nose. The first few times the
hair fell Sam attempted to blow them out of his face, but after the fifth time
he gave up. And the bonus was they blocked his view of the couch, where his
older brother was doing everything but fucking the girl underneath him. Sam had
no clue why Dean brought him along. The girl, Sandra, had a little sister, and
Sam was supposed to be getting along with the little sister, but she was as
enraptured with Dean as everyone else in the room was. The sister had skipped
as soon as the other two started their.... thing.
About the time that Sam stopped trying to move his hair away he also stopped
hiding the way his dick swelled in his pants when he saw the way Dean undulated
against Sandra's perfect body. Sam didn't know why he didn't just leave, get
out of that stupid fucking basement and away from his stupid fucking brother
and that stupid fucking Sandra. Subconsciously, Sam knew exactly why he didn't
fly up those stairs, out the door, and anywhere else but here, but he refused
to admit it to himself. Just like he refused to admit the real reason that he
had his hand on his dick, fingers grazing it softly through his jeans, eyes
half lidded, head tilted, lustfully watching the couple on the couch.
Sam slowly licked his lower lip, and immediately bit it to keep back a small
moan. Dean had one hand up Sandra's skirt, the other around the back of her
neck, keeping her close. By the way Sandra was breathing, hard, panting
breaths, and the way her hips were moving against Dean told Sam just what Dean
was doing under there with his thick fingers.
This wasn't the first time Sam had watched this happen. Dean took Sam along for
these "dates" more often than not, always under the guise that there was a
little sister for Sam, but rarely did Sam ever meet this proposed sister. This,
however, was the first time that Sam had allowed himself to relax and do
anything about it. He usually ran for it as soon as he could, or moved upstairs
to talk to the parents, or buried himself in a book and pretended he didn't
hear the moans and expletives coming from across the room. Because of this, Sam
always missed the sly glances Dean threw his way; the flashes of emerald from
above parted, kiss-swollen lips. He missed the way Dean gazed at him under
lidded eyes, his head tilted against the back of the couch, when Dean was
getting his dick sucked by whatever little blonde he had that night.
This time... This time Sam saw the glance Dean threw his way, saw the satisfied
smirk on Dean's face when he met Sam's eyes. He locked eyes with Dean when he
pulled up Sandra's shirt, he held Dean's gaze when he made Sandra cum, her head
thrown back and Dean's lips at her throat. He couldn't look away when Dean
pulled his cock out, kissed Sandra, rubbing the head of his dick on her pussy,
not quite pushing himself in, asking the question. Sam couldn't help himself
from leaning forward, his bangs falling in his eyes again, legs spread and hips
involuntarily moving in small circles, as Dean pushed his way into Sandra, bit
by bit, stopping every inch to let her get used to him, swallowing her sweet
little pants and moans with kisses. He couldn't help himself from moaning with
Sandra, spreading his legs further, and humping the chair under him like he was
the one on Dean's cock, the one with Dean's mouth open against exposed nipples,
the one that made Dean make those noises. He couldn't help himself from cumming
in his pants, untouched by anything but the chair and his jeans, when Dean
pulled out and came on Sandra's stomach, covering it and some of her tits. He
couldn't help but let go little moans, little breathy "fuck"s... Couldn't help
himself from copying Sandra's blissful facial expression when Dean made her cum
again, this time by licking her, fucking her with his mouth just as well as he
did with his cock.
When he cooled down a touch, Sam made to the bathroom to try and clean himself
up, stumbling on numb, tingling legs, his brain still not quite in control of
the rest of him. When he gained back his senses Sam walked back out into the
basement, finding both his brother and Sandra, clothed, still sweetly kissing.
When the door shut behind him, they broke apart, and Dean whispered something
in her ear, causing her to whimper and kiss him again, harder than before. Dean
huffed out a laugh and kissed her forehead, whispering "goodnight" against it.
~~~
It was a new week, a new town, a new school, and a new girl. Dean had made
plans to come to her house after school, and as the brothers were walking
through the woods to her backyard, Sam began to voice his doubts of the "little
sister" that Dean promised. Before he could get far Dean slid his hand down
Sam's back, cupping his ass, and whispered "Hey, shh, you actually might like
this..." followed by a low chuckle, telling Sam that Dean knew just how much
Sam enjoyed the last time.
As it turned out, the "girl" was a tall, lanky boy with floppy hair and an ass
that fucked Dean better than any pussy Sam had seen.
***** You Missed a Spot *****
Chapter Summary
     Dean has introduced Sam to the next "girl" and makes it worth his
     time.
Chapter Notes
     This title isn't necessarily part of the 100 Ways, but there were
     some people on the first chapter saying they wanted more, so here's
     more!
Sam was struck speechless when he saw the "girl" that Dean had promised. The
kid looked a lot like Sam, just a lot less pretty (or so Dean said afterwards).
He was a few inches shorter and his hair wasn't as long but it worked. As soon
as the door closed behind the two brothers a girl came down the stairs, dressed
in a pair of cutoffs and a tiny little piece of fabric she was trying to pass
off as a shirt. "Who is it, baby?"
As the boy answered Dean leaned over and whispered in Sam's ear, his hand
finding his little brother's ass again. "So, maybe I lied a little. She's not
his sister and he's not really a she." Sam couldn't do anything but nod in
response as he watched the couple in front of them turn and smile his way.
"Hey there, sugar." The girl, who later introduced herself as Carrie, sauntered
up to Sam and put her fingers through his belt loops, pulling him forwards and
pressing up against him. She was short enough that Sam had to tilt his head all
the way down just to look her in the eye. He could feel her tits pushing
against his chest and her hips against his cock that he didn't even realize was
hard until just now. "Gonna watch your brother fuck my Zack?"
"Hguh" was the best response Sam could formulate at the time and, quite
frankly, he thought it was a pretty big achievement considering his brother was
now pressed against the wall with one hand in Zack's hair and the other on the
small of his back. Carrie grabbed Sam's hand and pulled him towards the neat
living room. She pushed him down onto the pale purple couch and settled herself
right on his lap, immediately rolling her hips against his. Carrie's hands were
tightening in Sam's hair, her lower lip caught between her teeth. "Holy shit.
You're a big boy, aren't you?"
Sam tore his eyes away from the other couple on the other side of the doorway
and settled them on her face. "Hmnuh." There we go. Two syllables.
His hands found their way up to her hips, pushing and pulling her tiny little
body to generate even more friction. He was distracted by the dip on the
cushion beside him and turned his head to see Dean on the other boy's lap, just
like Carrie was on his. He let out a noise of discontentment, not liking the
way Dean looked so into the way his cock was rubbing against Zack's, not his.
He willingly gave into the hot pool of jealousy that had lurked in his belly
when he saw Dean with anybody else for the past forever. Just as he was
considering reaching over there and yanking Dean off of the stupid kid's lap he
felt a hand on his dick through his jeans and lips on his neck. "You watchin'
your big brother? Seein' the way he's humpin' against Zack? Wanna do one
better?" Sam nodded vigorously, desperate to get Dean to look over.
He was still staring at Dean through a curtain half lowered eyelashes when he
felt a wet warmth mouthing at the bulge of his dick in his pants as Carrie
unzipped his jeans and pulled him out. Her mouth was open in a little "o", her
brows coming together in an expression of both lust and desperation. Before Sam
could form a coherent thought her mouth was on his cock, tongue swiping over
the head and dipping into the slit in the tip. One of her hands pulled Sam's
jeans down lower so she could get to his balls. She massaged her tits with her
other hand - tits that had somehow gotten free of their little shirt somewhere
in this whole process when Sam wasn't looking. Her eyes closed and she moaned a
little as she pushed her way down Sam's cock, trying her hardest to take it all
the way down her throat. It was unlike anything Sam had ever felt and he had
completely forgot about the two boys next to him until a loud whimper. He
rolled his head to the side again just in time to see Dean's cock disappearing
into Zack's stretched asshole, on display with his hips turned just enough to
where Sam could see his ass and Dean's dick fucking it.
He was caught off guard by his orgasm, his eyes trained on Dean's huge cock
slamming into the other boy's asshole, Zack's balls swinging with every thrust
and a filthy fucking grunt coming from Dean's throat. His eyes slammed shut and
he pulled on Carrie's hair while he came, slamming his cock into her throat
hard and keeping in time with pulling her head back and forth with his hips. He
came messy. His cum was dripping down Carrie's chin and neck when he was
finished, leaking out around his cock and dripping off the corners of her
mouth. She was milking him for everything he had, choking and rubbing his balls
until he came again, this one smaller but no less intense, followed by
aftershocks until it got to the point of pain. He pushed her off, a string of
cum and spit connecting the head of his cock to her lips. It wasn't until she
was back in his lap, her fingers deep in her own pussy and playing with her
clit until he remembered Dean.
The two had switched positions. Zack was bouncing up and down on Dean's cock,
his own dick bobbing up and down in front of him, clear precum spilling down
and over his own tight balls. His hands were on either sides of Dean's legs,
his head thrown back, eyes closed, and mouth emitting small and punctured
whimpers with every downthrust. He watched Dean's cock slamming into Zack's
asshole, watched the way Dean reached around and wrapped his thick fingers
around Zack's littler cock, pumping in time with his hand until Zack came all
over himself. Carrie had started to whimper in Sam's ear, her hips moving
against her hands as she tried to make herself cum. Sam picked her up and
turned her over so she was on the couch and he kneeling between her legs. He
pulled her forward so her hips were right off the edge of the purple cushion
and licked her once, long and slow. He'd never done anything like this but had
watched Dean do it or heard Dean talk about it enough he thought he might have
an idea.
Zack was fucked out, his asshole stretched and dick covered in his own cum when
Dean flipped him over and started copying Sam. With every small kiss or lick on
Callie's pussy Dean did the same to Zack. Soon enough Sam had worked two
fingers into Callie's wet, dripping pussy and suctioned his mouth on her clit,
tongue swirling and pulling sweet, high moans from her mouth. She had started
to roll her hips against Sam's mouth, all of Sam's focus set on keeping his
mouth in the same place when she came. Her moans were high and breathy, the "Oh
fuck"s and "Oh my god"s mixed right in with them. Her climax brought another
wave of wet and Sam's fingers were dripping by the time he pulled them out and
popped them in his mouth. When he licked them clean he kissed his way back up
her belly, pausing at her tits and sucking on her nipples and leaving dark,
mouth-shaped bruises all the way up to her chin.
He'd kissed her once when he felt a small blunt force pressing against his
asshole. He was familiar enough with the feeling from his late night showers
that he knew someone had their finger wiggling it's way in. Callie grabbed his
hard-again cock and rubbed the head against her unbelievably wet pussy before
pushing down and taking Sam all the way in. The finger pushed deeper into Sam,
his body voluntarily relaxing against the familiarity of a finger working it's
way inside of him. He turned his head to see Dean grinning down at him, Zack's
mouth around his cock and a hand around his own. The other was the one playing
with Sam's ass, now down to the second knuckle and starting to fuck him slowly.
Sam locked eyes with his brother after Dean had slid his own up and down Sam's
bowed body as it rocked back and forth - in and out of Callie's pussy and on
and off of Zack's middle finger that was now as deep as it could go. Dean
sucked in his lower lip, teeth digging into his skin as he started to cum. His
head fell back, eyes still trained on Sam's as Zack pulled off of his dick with
a pop, using the hand that was on his own dick to pump Dean's cock as his cum
shot all over his face. Before Dean was finished Sam had pushed Callie away and
came a few drops on her stomach from the tight wet heat around his cock and the
tantalizing not-quite fullness in his ass. Zack went to lick Sam's cum off,
pulling his finger out of Sam in the process.
"Such a good little cumslut, ain't he Sammy?" Dean's voice was husky and low,
causing another jolt in Sam's belly and a matching whine from Callie. "Both'm."
Sam nodded and grabbed the back of Zack's head, pulling him towards his cock
and forming the first whole sentence he'd been able to since he got here. "You
missed a spot."
***** Meet Me Down by the Riverside *****
Chapter Summary
     Sam may have pushed Dean a little to far over the edge when he
     reverses their roles.
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
The days since the beginning of summer were a blur of sweat, dirt, and the icy
air of the library trying to turn the pages of whatever book Sam had been
assigned to. It'd been months since the last time Dean took Sam to one of his
"girlfriends'" houses, and the last time anything sort of related to the topic
had come up was when Dean was "going out" two nights ago and came back smelling
of something that wasn't quite... Dean . Dad had left a week ago and so far
everything that had happened between Sam and Dean was excruciatingly brotherly.
And the most fucked up part of it was that each time they simply brushed each
other in passing, or Dean stayed bent forward a little too long, or Dean's
teeth sunk deep into the pink plush of his bottom lip Sam was left achingly
hard. Dean wouldn't give him any time alone, either. Sam hadn't gotten his hand
on his dick since Dad left because Dean wouldn't let him. Whenever Sam would
try and rub one out before bed Dean would begin talking obnoxiously, or piss
Sam off to the point that the only thing he could do to make his brother shut
the fuck up was roll over and try to sleep. Whenever Sam tried to have a little
alone time in the shower Dean would pop in and flush the toilet, burning Sam
with the hot water. It even got to the point where yesterday Dean removed the
shower curtain and always found an excuse to be in or around the bathroom when
Sam was taking a shower. The frustration of all of the times he had to ignore
how hard he was combined with how annoying Dean was being had started to grate
on Sam.
He even went so far as to plunk into the seat across from the couch where Dean
was sitting and pulled his cock out, making a show of the amount of precum he
was leaking and how good it felt, but Dean shut that down too by going to the
kitchen and grabbing a water bottle out of the fridge just to dump on Sam's
head. He was lucky Sam didn't kill him then.
Now, Sam was sitting in the sweltering heat, the humidity pressing him down
into the rough canvas cushion of the old and faded wicker chair that the
previous owner had left on the porch. All he had on was his swim shorts,
waiting on Dean to come back from his run so they could go to the lake. Sam had
run his miles 10 minutes faster than Dean had since he was fourteen, and he
wasn't about to let that streak end. Plus, he liked watching Dean run up to the
front door - sweat running down to all the places Sam would love to be and over
all the tan, muscled skin that taunted Sam endlessly.
Sam's lips twisted in a smirk as he thought of how his big brother would look
spread out underneath him. He'd get him nice and bothered before he'd even
think of touching Dean in the places he would be begging to be touched. Dean's
stomach and chest would be covered in Sam's marks to show everyone who tried to
look that Dean was his. He'd leave hand shaped bruises on his hips to show all
of the pretty girls that Dean could beg for a cock in his ass just as well as
he could charm the panties off of the dryest, sternest woman on this side of
the rockies. Tilting his head back until it hit the white siding behind him Sam
started to trail his fingers up the inside of his thigh, not caring if Dean ran
up and saw and determined that he wouldn't let anything Dean did deter him.
It was not even two minutes later when Dean ran up to find his little brother
slouched down on the chair, eyes closed and hand rubbing himself through his
trunks, biting his lips obscenely. He stopped at the top step, leaning his
shoulder against the nuelpost as his dick started to fill. "Sammy." His voice
came out a lot more breathy than he intended. He tried again, stronger this
time. "Sam. Lake time"
Another smirk graced Sam's face as he spoke, not moving anything but his hand
that began to creep under the waistband of his shorts. "Nah. I'm good here."
"Sam. Lake. Now." Dean stalked up to Sam, grabbing the hair at the back of his
head and forcing his little brother to look up at him. Sam's eyes opened lazily
as a slow smile spread across his lips and he tilted his chin up just a little
more. Dean's face was inches from Sam's. His thigh was between both of his
little brother's and he could feel Sam's knuckles grazing his upper thigh each
time he rolled his wrist to get that perfect twist at the head. This. This did
not go as planned.
"I said no." A small fire lit behind Sam's eyes, his jaw hardening and the hand
that wasn't in his pants reached around and gripped Dean right under one of his
asscheeks. "I said no."
"Sammy.." The breathy voice was there again - the one Dean would never admit to
owning. He found himself leaning down and forward, the heat of the day pooling
in his groin and smearing all coherent thought from his brain. Sam's head
tilted up more, his nose brushing Dean's as the hand on his ass crept inwards,
teasing him with the thought of a kiss.
"Actually." Sam pushed Dean back and got up quickly, a new and sharp desire to
tease Dean as much as he could before he did anything clearing Sam's head. If
he had to go through the whole week with Dean being a little shit, Dean could
handle a few hours of the same. "Let's go to the lake. I'll grab the cooler if
you start the car."
He left Dean swaying on the porch, gripping the railing to keep himself from
falling due to the sudden weakness of his knees. "Nkay." Close enough. Dean
grabbed the keys off of the hook on the wall right inside the door Sam left
open and stumbled to the impala, taking a minute to lean his head on the
scorching metal to try and clear his head. He'd been in charge for the past...
well, forever. And now his little brother was making him feel like he was a
thirteen year old getting his first handjob.
~~~
They were in a secluded part of the lake where a little cove had been carved
out long ago by the river leaving the body of water. The trees shielded them on
three sides where they were splashing each other at the mouth of the river,
both of them temporarily forgetting earlier as soon as the cold water touched
their overheated skin. Before long they were wrestling, Dean holding Sam's head
under the water and laughing maniacally when a group of highschool girls turned
the corner. Dean's grip loosened as he turned his attention to the girls and
Sam came up sputtering, shaking the water out of his hair like the was the
never before seen lion-maned-hippopotamus.
He turned to Dean, getting ready to tackle him back into the water when he
noticed Dean wasn't focusing on him anymore, but instead on the scantily clad
girls beginning to test the water and being all around noisy and obnoxious.
After scowling after the girls for a few seconds Sam caught one shooting a sly
glance to Dean as she oh-so-inconspicuously pulled up the hip of her bathing
suit bottoms, flashing a little bit more than Sam wanted Dean to see. He made
his way behind Dean, pressing his body territorially up against Dean's back and
sliding a large palm across his chest.
"Whatcha' lookin at, Dean?" Sam felt Dean simultaneously and instinctively
relax back against Sam and tighten all of his muscles to prepare for whatever
Sam was going to do next.
"N-Nothing." Dean's head turned slightly and rested against Sam's chest.
Sam pushed back and let Dean go. "Good". With another splash Sam tackled Dean
down into the water and ran away, inching closer to the girls.
When they were in talking distance the water had grown shallower to the point
that when Sam next fell over his chest and above stuck out of the water. he
felt someone behind him and tilted his head up to see a face peering down at
him. "Hey!" Squeaked a high voice. The girl cleared her throat and asked
"What's your name?"
Sam grinned his best shit-eating grin and flipped his hair off of his forehead.
"Sam." Pushing himself up into a standing position and stretching himself as
tall as he could go he turned and looked down at the girl, letting his hair
fall into his eyes and putting on the soft smile that he knew made girls melt.
"What's yours?"
"Uh-um. I-I'm Savannah." Her brown eyes had widened, her pink little mouth
opened in a perfect O with the tip of her tongue touching the center of her
upper lip as she followed the water droplets down from Sam's hair to his low-
slung swimming trunks.
"What's up, Savannah? You're a little far from your pack over there." Sam
gestured to the main gaggle of girls with a smirk and shifted closer.
One hand went up to her perfectly straight brown hair and twisted as she looked
down at her feet, shyly. "I got dared to..."
"Oh yeah?"
Her eyes flicked up and she nodded. "We've seen you around school before but
never got the chance to talk to you." She gestured behind her, her confidence
regained. "Gina back there was in your AP Lang class and said you're really
smart..."
Sam laughed and relaxed back down to his normal stance, getting comfortable
around this Savannah girl. "I wouldn't go so far as to say very... More like
acceptably? I just try and pass the classes." He grinned as he flicked his head
to move more of the hair that had fallen in his face.
"But, you're the only sophomore in that class of mostly juniors. And that's in
almost all of your classes!" Savannah put her hand on her hip and cocked it, an
adorably sassy pout pushing her bottom lip out. "That's smart!"
Sam leaned forward and tilted his head. "You know a lot about me, huh?"
Savannah grabbed the same lock of hair and blushed, finding the water around
her calves to be extremely interesting, and didn't respond. Sam laughed and
grabbed the lock of hair she had twisted around her fingers, untangling it and
tucking it behind her ear. "I'm just messin' with you." He said with a soft
smile.
Savannah's eyes were torn away from Sam's a millisecond before Sam felt Dean's
hand smack him hard across his shoulders - just hard enough to betray Dean's
attempt at a lazy, casual grin as something deeper... Like anger or jealousy.
The pain on Sam's shoulders felt suspiciously like satisfaction of the thought
of Dean being jealous of the girl. "Howdy, darlin'" Dean drawled.
Savannah giggled and flashed her eyes to Sam before gluing them back down at
her feet.
"You a risin' junior like Sammy here?" Dean's hand trailed down Sam's back and
lingered at the small of it just a little too long before he pulled it away.
Still studying her feet and blushing bright red Savannah nodded her head and
squeaked out a small "yeah."
"What do you say we go to the shore over there by my car and you tell me about
what this kid here does when I'm not around?" Sam rolled his eyes as he turned
away from his big brother. The fucking southern accent always won girls - and
boys... including Sam - over before he was done stretching out as many
syllables as he could. Dean gestured to the other girls and asked "you think
they'd be okay with you comin' to hang out over here?"
Savannah looked up with another flash of defiance, bringing out the pout and
hip cock as she said "My big sister won't even notice I'm gone until she gets
back home and wants me to get her something. Let's go." She grabbed Sam's hand
and pulled him towards the shore. The brothers shared a look of raised eyebrows
before Sam was pulled away, Dean travelling in his wake.
By the time the three reached the shore a plan had started to form in Dean's
mind. A plan he knew would work if the way Savannah was looking at Sam was any
indicator.
"This is your car?" Savannah looked over her shoulder at Dean, eyes wide, as
she trailed a finger over the hood of the impala. "Holy shit."
Dean laughed and settled down into his swagger as he walked up behind her. "Yes
ma'am. Sammy and me here almost live in this baby."
Sam's eyes shot to Dean's face as a warning not to reveal too much to find
Dean's staring right back at him, a silent challenge contracting his pupils and
hardening the impossible green of them. "In fact, we sleep more nights in here
than we've ever spent in one house."
Savannah started to turn, a concerned look on her face. "Yeah, we'll be leavin'
here real soon too."
"Dean." Sam pushed a warning out of gritted teeth. Dean smirked and opened his
mouth to say something else but was stopped by the look on Sam's face. His arm
fell from where it had started to curl around Savannah and he fell back a step,
never breaking eye contact with his little brother.
The tension was broken by Savannah saying "I'm gonna go get my bag and let's go
on a ride."
"Okay, sure." Both the boys spoke in unison as Savannah whirled around and
jogged lightly to get her bag.
Once she had left and turned the corner Sam took a step closer to Dean, pinning
him with his gaze. "I know what the fuck you're up to, Dean. And don't think it
won't come back to bite you in the ass."
"You gonna bite my ass, Sammy?"
A dark cloud of something Dean recognized from the hours spent watching Sam's
face as he fucked girls and Sam watched crossed his little brother's face.
"Dean..." The word was spoken again as a warning, Sam looming even closer and
pinning Dean to the car with a forearm on his neck. "Dean, Dean, Dean." His
lips were inches away from Dean's for the second time today and they brought
that same haze of confusion with them as before.
When the fuck did Sam get so tall? And when did he get so strong? And why the
fuck was Dean's cock swelling in his shorts at the picture of Sam fucking him
just like this flashed across his mind?
Before any of those questions could get answered Sam shoved back, leaving Dean
panting against the side of the car as Savannah rounded the corner wearing tiny
shorts and a yellow tank top, backpack in hand. "Ready?" she asked the two
boys, pretending not to notice the way Dean was shaking and not even attempting
to hide the tent his cock made or to blink the haze from his eyes.
"Sure thing!" Sam smiled and turned to open the passenger door of the impala as
Dean grunted something along the lines of "hnnguh" and pulled his way around to
the driver's side. Sam turned to Savannah and gestured to the seat. "I'll sit
in back."
She smiled and walked up to Sam, putting a hand on his chest. All of the
shyness that was once in Savannah seemed to suddenly dissipate as she got on
her tip-toes, face close to Sam's, and said "it's okay, I'll just sit on your
lap."
~~~
They'd been driving around for the better part of an hour before they found
themselves on the street that the house Sam and Dean were staying in resided.
With the hand that wasn't resting on the inside of Savannah's thighs from the
arm that was wrapped around her waist he pointed out the window to the
whitewashed building. "That's where we're staying."
"Let's go inside, then." A sly grin spread across her freckled face as she
leaned in close to Sam and kissed him deep, pretending Dean wasn't even there.
Sam could feel eyes white-hot with anger drilling into Savannah's back and the
side of his head but he didn't care. Pulling her closer and sliding his hand
closer to her crotch Sam breathed "okay".
By the time they made it inside the door Sam was rock hard - half because of
the pretty girl who had continued kissing him all the way up until the impala
stopped, grinding down onto Sam's hand, and half because of the hot, jealous
anger that was rolling off of Dean in waves. Without waiting for Dean to shut
the door behind him Sam had pushed Savannah up against the wall, wrapped her
legs around his waist, and was sucking dark marks into her neck.
Dean cleared his throat loudly, one hip cocked and a dangerous expression
contorting his face. "Sammy, a word?" His plan was totally failing. That should
be him inbetween that girl's legs, making her moan.
Sam ignored Dean simply because he knew it'd piss him the fuck off and carried
Savannah over to the couch, laying her down and moving his mouth to her tits.
After a particularly hard bite he lifted his head and gazed at Dean through his
lashes. "Take a seat, big brother."
Savannah tensed up underneath him at the word "brother" but soon relaxed due to
the hand between her legs, quickly working off her shorts and swimsuit bottoms
to allow room for Sam's mouth. He remembered what made Callie go crazy when he
did this last. He stuck one finger inside of Savannah's pussy and moved it in
small circles, slowly licking her clit in even smaller motions. He heard Dean
growl and felt him grab the back of his head much like he did before, yanking
it back so Sam was forced to look him in the eye. Before he knew what was going
on Dean's mouth was against his - all hard edges and teeth and possessiveness
underlied with the soft plushness of his brother's lips, mingled with the taste
of pussy.
The first time Sam actually kissed his brother was with a girl's legs wrapped
around his neck and a finger in her pussy. A breathy "oh, fuck" came from
Savannah as she watched with wide eyes. Another wave of wet coated Sam's
fingers as she propped herself on her elbows to get a better view. Dean was
pulling on his little brother's hair and biting and sucking Sam's lips, making
sure he would look absolutely ruined when he was finished. Finally, he stopped
and forced Sam's head back down, pushing him roughly back to his spot inbetween
the girl's legs as he whirled around, slamming the door behind him with a force
that rattled the scarce pictures on the wall and set them slightly askew. Sam
stared after where his brother had just disappeared until he heard the roar of
the impala's engine fade completely. A small, niggling thought in the back of
his head broke through the fog brought on by Dean's kiss and made him ask if he
might have gone a little too far. He was broken out of it by Savannah bending
one knee, turning his head with her calf.
Savannah had a confused look on her face, gazing at the door. "What-?"
Sam sighed and leaned his forehead against one of her legs. "Don't worry about
it. He's a major drama queen."
She huffed out a laugh and flopped back down. "Well then what are you waiting
for?" She asked as she tangled her hand in Sam's hair and pulled him back to
her pussy. "Make me cum."
Chapter End Notes
     I don't know. Should I continue the saga of boy drama and Dean having
     control issues?
***** Obedience *****
Chapter Summary
     Dean's POV of what happens after he leaves
Dean's whole body was on fire with anger, sharp sparks of jealousy burning in
his stomach. He'd never been this angry and jealous before. Even when Callie
was fucking Sam and Zack had his fingers all in Dean's property he wasn't this
upset. The lack of control over the situation was killing him and he didn't
like it. He didn't even attempt to push the feelings down like he would've
before. He knew what Sam was trying to do and he was pissed. Pissed because
Dean hated it when his plans didn't work out like he wanted them to, and pissed
by how turned on he was, knowing that Sam would be thinking of him now as he
fucked whatever that bitch's name was. He drove and drove, the impala's windows
down and the only rock station they could get out here in the mountains blaring
through the speakers at a volume that would normally cause him to fear for his
car's speakers. He drove until the gas gauge needle was under the "E" and he
had to coast into the nearest gas station parking lot.
By this time the sun was starting to set and the humidity was starting to
gather in the sky as heavy clouds, promising a rainfall for that evening. As he
pumped gas he leaned against the metal of his car, gazing up at the sky. He
wasn't really sure where he was, but he knew that he hadn't turned much so he'd
be able to find his way back pretty easily. Whatever-the-bitch was probably
gone by now - or would be by the time Dean got back to the house. If she wasn't
and was still on his little brother's dick - just the image got Dean tensing
his shoulders and a fresh wave of heat travelling through his body - he was
going to kill her. And not even metaphorically. He was going to kill her.
When the pump clunked, signalling the tank was full, Dean jumped back into the
driver's seat and sped at dangerous speeds to get back to the house.
~~~
He had barely turned the impala's engine off before he was slamming the door
and stalking to the front steps of the porch. As soon as he got his hand on the
doorknob the door to the house flung open and he was yanked in by the collar of
his shirt, his face hitting something hard and wet. He pushed himself away from
Sam, shoving his little brother back and getting ready to punch him in the
stomach just because when he noticed Sam was silently crying. The wet was
tears, the hardness apparently Sam's mouth if the cut from Dean's teeth was any
indicator.
Dean's hand smoothed out from a fist to cup Sam's face and bring him close,
panic beginning to try and take over his head. "What's wrong, Sammy? Are you
okay? Where's the bitch? Did she do something to you? I'm gonna fucking kill
her, Sam. I fucking swear."
The concern in his voice hardened and sharpened as he remembered the situation
that had been unfolding when he left. "Where. The. Fuck. Is. She." He spoke
choppily, forcing the words out through gritted teeth as his vision started to
cloud red. All of the rollercoaster-like emotions of the day had finally caught
up to him and he gave in to the familiar burn.
He hadn't been this angry in a long time. What the fuck was going on?
Wiping away the hot tears Sam backed up another few feet. "Really? You've been
gone for almost six hours and that's the first thing you say? No I'm sorry for
being a douchebag and I'm sorry for not answering any of your calls or
messages?"
Blinking in confusion Dean started "I- You didn't c-"
"Yeah, I did. You just weren't paying attention." Dean tried to speak again.
"Just shut up." Sam whirled around and made his way to their room before Dean
had anything else to say. Dean heard the 'whumph' of Sam throwing himself down
on the mattress and gave him ten minutes or so before he himself went to get
ready for bed. Glancing at his phone on the way to the bathroom he saw 7 missed
calls from Sam and three text messages, along with a single voicemail. Fuck.
~~~
Dean had settled in and was listening to his little brother breathing. Every
once in a while there was a small hitch, the only evidence Sam was still awake,
despite his efforts to even out his breathing to pretend he was asleep.
After another few minutes a voice came from the dark on the other side of the
room. "Her name was Savannah, not bitch."
"Sammy, I-" A wave of guilt crashed over Dean when he heard the words.
"No. Her name was Savannah and she did what you've always been afraid to do.
She sucked my cock like there was no tomorrow and told me to cum all over her
face. And, you know, you haven't let me jerk off for a week or so now so it
wasn't long before her face was dripping with it. Like the way you've
fantasized about your own face since Zack and Callie." There was the sound of
fabric scraping over fabric as Sam turned on his side to face Dean. "And after
that she fucked me real good. I'd already made her cum twice with my mouth
after you left and while she was riding my cock she played with her clit,
begging me to fuck her harder so she could cum again. She loved kissing me and
tasting herself on my lips. She kissed every bit of herself away... My lips are
gonna be raw for a couple days."
"Sam. Sammy I-." Dean scrubbed a hand over his face. He didn't want to hear
this. Really - he didn't. His body was just stupid and betrayed his brain. His
dick had a mind of it's own. Dean couldn't get it under control. Really.
All of the burning anger from earlier that day had been quashed by the guilt
and it was now a mixture of the guilt and arousal that halted Dean, keeping his
mouth shut.
"That's what she said as she bounced up and down on my cock, Dean. She moaned
my name and begged for me to just go harder and faster... Oh, oh, oh, oh, Sammy
Oh, Sam, fuck yeah! She's a kinky motherfucker, you know that? Who would've
known? She seemed so shy... Up until she was humping my hand in the impala, of
course. You remember that? Oh, and, I fucked her on the table next. I bent her
over it and smacked her ass and pulled her hair as I fucked her right where you
usually sit to eat your dinner. She begged me to choke her and make her my
bitch. Her words. When I was gonna cum again she begged for me to do it inside
of her, to fill her up and treat her like my little sex toy. We didn't use any
condoms that time, you know? She said she likes it better without them."
One of Dean's hands was on his dick, hips flexing up into it to keep rhythm.
The other was under his head, propping it up so he could peer to the other side
of the room, straining his eyes for even a little glimpse of Sam. To see if he
saw how the things he was saying affected Dean.
"I didn't though. I didn't cum inside of her. Instead I pulled out and pushed
her over so she was on her back and came all over her tits. Then, I cleaned her
up. I sucked on her tits and swallowed all my own cum the way you've always
wanted to. What do you think of that, big brother? She wanted to keep going
after that. I think she never would've stopped if she didn't have to. But, man,
she loved the way I filled her up. Wouldn't shut up about my big cock until I
stuffed it in her mouth to make her shut up." Dean could feel Sam shift
marginally closer to him, even from all the way across the room.
"Anyways, I just wanted to thank you." Dean could hear the satisfied sneer in
Sam's voice. "So, thank you for not letting me cum all week so I could stay
hard long enough to cum four times in the span of two hours. We were gonna go
more - I was gonna eat her pussy more to give my cock a bit of a rest - but her
phone kept ringing and she had to go home. But, of course, I made her cum again
before she walked out the door. And let me tell you. She won't be walking
straight for a day or two. I bet you've never made a girl cum like that, huh?
I've never, either. Callie did most of the work on herself. But, hey. I'm not
complaining." Sam flopped back down onto his stomach and shuffled around to
find a comfortable spot. "'Night, big brother."
Dean was struck still, not even breathing. His hand was still on his cock as he
waited for Sam to keep talking. To keep telling him all the things he did to
the girl so he could get off. The tone of Sam's voice was doing strange things
to Dean and he wanted to cum now and worry about what all that meant later.
"Oh, and Dean? Don't cum tonight."
Fuck.
"I mean it."
Fuck
Sam wasn't the boss of him. But he sounded like it... But Dean didn't take
orders from his little brother. But his hand was resting on his stomach before
he even told it to move? What the fuck was his body doing reacting to Sam being
so confident and in charge like this? He tried jerking off one more time but he
couldn't do it. His body wouldn't let him enjoy anything that Sam told him not
to...
Dean rolled over and eventually fell into a fitful sleep, silently cursing his
brother for being such a hot piece of ass.
End Notes
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