Three Drabbles
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runedgirlTo commemorate finally finishing my Big Bang story I wanted to post something that wasn't 30,000 words long! So here are three drabbles originally written for ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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Title: Fifty Years
Rating: PG
Warning: Wincest, schmoop
Summary: Sam turns fifty, and finally realizes what life’s all about
People talk about mid life crisis, how your world view picks itself up and shakes itself off and becomes something completely different when you hit fifty, but somehow Sam doesn’t think this is what they meant. Maybe you buy a brand new cherry red beamer convertible (yeah, right, like that would trump the still-shiny black baby tenderly draped in Dean’s garage). Maybe you pick up a scantily clad twenty-something with long blonde hair and big (but perky) breasts just to prove you still can. But you probably don’t wake up that morning and realize you’ve always been in love with your brother.
Jenna remembers to call in between finals at Smith, and her younger cousin Dylan does too (or did his dad remind him, because Dean’s never forgotten, not once in a half century, and Jesuschrist that’s a fucking long time to never fuck up). But when it comes to Sam, Dean never has. Not when he stood there beaming with pride and fidgeting in his unlikely tux watching Sam say ‘I do’ and go for normal, trying (failing) to make sure Sam didn’t see the longing or feel the tremble in his handshake. Not when Sam ignored the look in Dean’s green eyes as Rachel placed a squalling Jenna in his arms, regret and joy and so much love swirling together, until Dean had to turn away, and Sam knows that’s part of why Dylan’s here even if his mother’s not. Not when Sam came pounding on the door choking down tears when ‘I do’ didn’t mean forever, Sam’s face pressed hard to Dean’s chest and Dean’s strong arms around him, the only forever Sam’s ever known.
“Hey Sammy,” he says when Sam lets himself in, looks up startled from his tiny kitchen and the morning paper and the bowl of half-eaten Cheerios. “I was gonna come by later, drag you out for a proper –
Sam’s mouth on his brother’s shuts him up, brings Dean up out of his seat with a groan that comes from so down deep it sounds like fifty years in the making, brings an answering cry from Sam as they push against each other, hands splayed desperate to still-leanly muscled backs and shoulders, tangled in hair shot through with grey and Dean’s glasses knocked sideways to clatter against the linoleum. Fifty years is long enough to wait for what he’s always wanted.
Title: Whore
Rating: NC17
Warning: Wincest, possessive!Sam
Summary: Sam walks in on Dean with someone else, but Dean knows how to make it better.
Didn’t think Dean would do it, almost can’t believe he did, but fuck, his brother’s just standing there when Sam comes back to the tacky little motel room and slams the door, the wood crackling with the leftover force of their fight. Memory of Sam’s own voice raised in anger, calling Dean a fucking whore, shaking with the hurt of finding him with her. Not that it isn’t allowed, not that he doesn’t know, but jesus it hurt, and he knows Dean saw.
“Only for you, Sam,” Dean says softly now, an answer, and ohfuck he’s dressed the part in too-tight torn tee that exposes one muscled shoulder, swath of smooth flat belly, one stiff nipple and fuck, glimmer of silver clip biting angrily at the tip of it. Dean raises his head hesitantly, letting Sam see the kohled smudges around his emerald eyes, the sweep of black-lacquered lashes half shuttering them as he bites lips bloodred-glossed and full nervously. “Please, Sammy.”
Sam takes him from behind, Dean’s palms flat and unmoving on the wall above his head where Sam places them, hips edging back as soon as Sam’s got his jeans tugged down and one leg freed, Dean’s bare feet looking strangely vulnerable against the cold wood floor. Dean doesn’t move on his own, not a muscle, waits for Sam to kick his legs wide and then groans as he slides apart for his brother’s spit-slick fingers, stifling the need to push back until Sam tells him, voice gruff and deep against his ear, ‘Go ahead Dean, show me, show me what a whore you are for me.’
Dean comes first, almost as soon as Sam’s cock sears him deep, the burn from the nipple clamp scraping against the motel wall nothing compared to the burn of Sam’s body reclaiming his own.
Title: Remind Me
Rating: NC17
Warning: Wincest, D/S, possessive/dark Sam
Summary: Dean flirts, Sam reclaims.
"You know I fucking hate it when you flirt like that," Sam tells him, rough shove to his brother's muscled shoulder as Dean strips off his shirt, does what Sam demands. Sam's steely gaze has been fixed on him the whole drive back to the motel, full of fire and jealousy and 'you're fucking mine', and it has Dean hard, cock trapped tight and straining in his jeans, all thoughts of the raven-haired girl in the bar forgotten. Sam knocks him off balance as he fumbles with the belt of his jeans, doesn't let him get his bearings before Sam's pressing him to the bed, equal parts menacing and hungry.
"Lemme get my pants off, dammit," Dean grumbles, but Sam's in no mood for patience, or for Dean's protests. Before Dean can say another word Sam's got the belt he just pulled from Dean's jeans in his hand, has got a naked Dean pressed back to the bed, and Dean has time for only a slightly gasped "Sam?" before the leather's wrapped around his throat, slipped through the ring and curled around Sam's big hand.
Dean's green eyes widen, lock with his brother's, but he doesn't make a move to free himself. Lets Sam pull it tight, snug and cutting just so into the vulnerable line of his throat. Dean's fingers go to Sam's biceps, clutch there, and Sam can feel both the trust and the plea, knows Dean will let him, let him take what he wants. "You're mine," he whispers, and Dean shudders, fingers digging in as he arches his back, tries to say "Sammy" but the words only scrape out barely, and suddenly Sam wants him so bad he can hardly breathe with it.
He lets go of the belt only long enough to strip himself and lube his fingers, his eyes never leaving his brother's, watching Dean draw in stuttering breaths while he can, waiting. "Good boy," Sam says, waiting for the blush to creep over Dean's freckled cheeks at his words, for Dean to rip off the belt and tell him to fuck off. His hands are free, he can do what he wants, stop this right now. But Dean only squirms as his face heats, and his hard cock leaks against his flat muscled belly as Sam smirks, lays a hand on Dean's inner thigh and nudges. And jesus, that's all it takes, Dean's legs sprawl wide for Sam, eyes dark with open invitation, thin strip of red ringing his neck where the belt's loosened and slipped. That's enough to get Sam moving, fingers working his brother ready, rough and practiced and brooking no hesitation, and Dean groans loudly until Sam's hand is wrapped around the belt again, silencing him with a jerk that makes Dean's head fall back and the sound cut off abruptly to a strangled sob.
Sam fucks into him hard and fast and still-furious, folds Dean beneath him and angles his hips just right, bows his own body long and lean enough to go deep, make his claim complete. "Look at me," he grits out, watches Dean's emerald eyes obediently snap to his, and fuck, ohfuck his brother's beautiful, eyes wild and nostrils flared as he fights for breath, fights not to get away but to give, give to Sam, everything to Sam. Dean's vibrating with need, strong body tensed and straining in his grasp, and Sam bends so close they're almost kissing as he tells his brother, "Come - come for me, do it."
And Dean does, eyes rolling up as he throws his head back and opens that pretty mouth wide and desperate as he spurts hard, pulls Sam with him as he loses it too, so deep inside Dean they feel like they'll never get out of one another. Sam keeps the pressure on until he's done, until Dean's head lolls back against the belt, spent and weak with it, and only then does Sam reach down and force long fingers underneath, loosening the leather. Sam soothes, presses forgiveness into angry redness that rings Dean's throat, where the bruises will be tomorrow to remind him. Feels Dean's hands soothe back, fingers stroking down Sam's broad shoulders as they sink together into the mattress, let hammering heartbeats slow. No need for words as Sam pulls the belt free, tosses it aside, the bond tethering Dean to him and him to Dean stronger than leather or metal or written paper or what-the-fuck-the-world-thinks, reinstated every time they crash together like this, shove the world away.
tvm's memes.Title: Fifty Years
Rating: PG
Warning: Wincest, schmoop
Summary: Sam turns fifty, and finally realizes what life’s all about
People talk about mid life crisis, how your world view picks itself up and shakes itself off and becomes something completely different when you hit fifty, but somehow Sam doesn’t think this is what they meant. Maybe you buy a brand new cherry red beamer convertible (yeah, right, like that would trump the still-shiny black baby tenderly draped in Dean’s garage). Maybe you pick up a scantily clad twenty-something with long blonde hair and big (but perky) breasts just to prove you still can. But you probably don’t wake up that morning and realize you’ve always been in love with your brother.
Jenna remembers to call in between finals at Smith, and her younger cousin Dylan does too (or did his dad remind him, because Dean’s never forgotten, not once in a half century, and Jesuschrist that’s a fucking long time to never fuck up). But when it comes to Sam, Dean never has. Not when he stood there beaming with pride and fidgeting in his unlikely tux watching Sam say ‘I do’ and go for normal, trying (failing) to make sure Sam didn’t see the longing or feel the tremble in his handshake. Not when Sam ignored the look in Dean’s green eyes as Rachel placed a squalling Jenna in his arms, regret and joy and so much love swirling together, until Dean had to turn away, and Sam knows that’s part of why Dylan’s here even if his mother’s not. Not when Sam came pounding on the door choking down tears when ‘I do’ didn’t mean forever, Sam’s face pressed hard to Dean’s chest and Dean’s strong arms around him, the only forever Sam’s ever known.
“Hey Sammy,” he says when Sam lets himself in, looks up startled from his tiny kitchen and the morning paper and the bowl of half-eaten Cheerios. “I was gonna come by later, drag you out for a proper –
Sam’s mouth on his brother’s shuts him up, brings Dean up out of his seat with a groan that comes from so down deep it sounds like fifty years in the making, brings an answering cry from Sam as they push against each other, hands splayed desperate to still-leanly muscled backs and shoulders, tangled in hair shot through with grey and Dean’s glasses knocked sideways to clatter against the linoleum. Fifty years is long enough to wait for what he’s always wanted.
Title: Whore
Rating: NC17
Warning: Wincest, possessive!Sam
Summary: Sam walks in on Dean with someone else, but Dean knows how to make it better.
Didn’t think Dean would do it, almost can’t believe he did, but fuck, his brother’s just standing there when Sam comes back to the tacky little motel room and slams the door, the wood crackling with the leftover force of their fight. Memory of Sam’s own voice raised in anger, calling Dean a fucking whore, shaking with the hurt of finding him with her. Not that it isn’t allowed, not that he doesn’t know, but jesus it hurt, and he knows Dean saw.
“Only for you, Sam,” Dean says softly now, an answer, and ohfuck he’s dressed the part in too-tight torn tee that exposes one muscled shoulder, swath of smooth flat belly, one stiff nipple and fuck, glimmer of silver clip biting angrily at the tip of it. Dean raises his head hesitantly, letting Sam see the kohled smudges around his emerald eyes, the sweep of black-lacquered lashes half shuttering them as he bites lips bloodred-glossed and full nervously. “Please, Sammy.”
Sam takes him from behind, Dean’s palms flat and unmoving on the wall above his head where Sam places them, hips edging back as soon as Sam’s got his jeans tugged down and one leg freed, Dean’s bare feet looking strangely vulnerable against the cold wood floor. Dean doesn’t move on his own, not a muscle, waits for Sam to kick his legs wide and then groans as he slides apart for his brother’s spit-slick fingers, stifling the need to push back until Sam tells him, voice gruff and deep against his ear, ‘Go ahead Dean, show me, show me what a whore you are for me.’
Dean comes first, almost as soon as Sam’s cock sears him deep, the burn from the nipple clamp scraping against the motel wall nothing compared to the burn of Sam’s body reclaiming his own.
Title: Remind Me
Rating: NC17
Warning: Wincest, D/S, possessive/dark Sam
Summary: Dean flirts, Sam reclaims.
"You know I fucking hate it when you flirt like that," Sam tells him, rough shove to his brother's muscled shoulder as Dean strips off his shirt, does what Sam demands. Sam's steely gaze has been fixed on him the whole drive back to the motel, full of fire and jealousy and 'you're fucking mine', and it has Dean hard, cock trapped tight and straining in his jeans, all thoughts of the raven-haired girl in the bar forgotten. Sam knocks him off balance as he fumbles with the belt of his jeans, doesn't let him get his bearings before Sam's pressing him to the bed, equal parts menacing and hungry.
"Lemme get my pants off, dammit," Dean grumbles, but Sam's in no mood for patience, or for Dean's protests. Before Dean can say another word Sam's got the belt he just pulled from Dean's jeans in his hand, has got a naked Dean pressed back to the bed, and Dean has time for only a slightly gasped "Sam?" before the leather's wrapped around his throat, slipped through the ring and curled around Sam's big hand.
Dean's green eyes widen, lock with his brother's, but he doesn't make a move to free himself. Lets Sam pull it tight, snug and cutting just so into the vulnerable line of his throat. Dean's fingers go to Sam's biceps, clutch there, and Sam can feel both the trust and the plea, knows Dean will let him, let him take what he wants. "You're mine," he whispers, and Dean shudders, fingers digging in as he arches his back, tries to say "Sammy" but the words only scrape out barely, and suddenly Sam wants him so bad he can hardly breathe with it.
He lets go of the belt only long enough to strip himself and lube his fingers, his eyes never leaving his brother's, watching Dean draw in stuttering breaths while he can, waiting. "Good boy," Sam says, waiting for the blush to creep over Dean's freckled cheeks at his words, for Dean to rip off the belt and tell him to fuck off. His hands are free, he can do what he wants, stop this right now. But Dean only squirms as his face heats, and his hard cock leaks against his flat muscled belly as Sam smirks, lays a hand on Dean's inner thigh and nudges. And jesus, that's all it takes, Dean's legs sprawl wide for Sam, eyes dark with open invitation, thin strip of red ringing his neck where the belt's loosened and slipped. That's enough to get Sam moving, fingers working his brother ready, rough and practiced and brooking no hesitation, and Dean groans loudly until Sam's hand is wrapped around the belt again, silencing him with a jerk that makes Dean's head fall back and the sound cut off abruptly to a strangled sob.
Sam fucks into him hard and fast and still-furious, folds Dean beneath him and angles his hips just right, bows his own body long and lean enough to go deep, make his claim complete. "Look at me," he grits out, watches Dean's emerald eyes obediently snap to his, and fuck, ohfuck his brother's beautiful, eyes wild and nostrils flared as he fights for breath, fights not to get away but to give, give to Sam, everything to Sam. Dean's vibrating with need, strong body tensed and straining in his grasp, and Sam bends so close they're almost kissing as he tells his brother, "Come - come for me, do it."
And Dean does, eyes rolling up as he throws his head back and opens that pretty mouth wide and desperate as he spurts hard, pulls Sam with him as he loses it too, so deep inside Dean they feel like they'll never get out of one another. Sam keeps the pressure on until he's done, until Dean's head lolls back against the belt, spent and weak with it, and only then does Sam reach down and force long fingers underneath, loosening the leather. Sam soothes, presses forgiveness into angry redness that rings Dean's throat, where the bruises will be tomorrow to remind him. Feels Dean's hands soothe back, fingers stroking down Sam's broad shoulders as they sink together into the mattress, let hammering heartbeats slow. No need for words as Sam pulls the belt free, tosses it aside, the bond tethering Dean to him and him to Dean stronger than leather or metal or written paper or what-the-fuck-the-world-thinks, reinstated every time they crash together like this, shove the world away.
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Date: 2008-05-07 11:16 pm (UTC)OMG, I'm SO excited for Big Bang too! And an absolutely awesome artist claimed my story and I'm THRILLED!!!!! Woohoo!!!!
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Date: 2008-05-07 11:18 pm (UTC)SO excited for Big Bang! It was a ton of fun to write but 30,000 words, phew! :)
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Date: 2008-05-08 03:58 am (UTC)Oooh, and thanks so much for saying that you're looking forward to reading my big bang story! It's the first one I've written, so I'm *nervous*!
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Date: 2008-05-08 07:17 am (UTC)I can't wait for Big Bang either!
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Date: 2008-05-08 01:15 pm (UTC)Can't wait to hear what you think of my Big Bang (and all the other fabulous ones too!)
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Date: 2008-05-08 11:08 am (UTC)Anyway, the last two were insanely hot and now I think I have to friend you because I want to read everything else you write ever. And can't wait for your bigbang too! :D
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Date: 2008-05-08 01:17 pm (UTC)Thanks so much for commenting, and I really hope you'll let me know what you think of my big bang story too.
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Date: 2008-05-08 01:23 pm (UTC)well, can't say I blame you there. :P
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Date: 2008-05-08 06:21 pm (UTC)Bravo all the way around!
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Date: 2008-05-08 07:07 pm (UTC)Thanks again for the thoughtful feedback :)
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