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Sam Winchester ([info]lost_my_shoe) wrote in [info]museful,
@ 2013-01-22 09:24:00

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for [info]likely_good
So in the end the Winchesters had chosen family over all else (again). Sometimes it seemed a never-ending cycle - something coming between them, threatening their entire relationship and then them ultimately choosing each other. Maybe it was because they were the only constant in each other's life... Of course, each time it happened it was harder to move past. It was like a wound. Each time it was like digging deeper and deeper, and each time you did it took longer to heal.

Being a hunter was hard. It wasn't a job, it was a lifestyle. And once you were in there was no getting out. God knows Sam had tried enough times. All he'd ever wanted was to be normal. He wanted a house with a mortgage and a fixed address. He wanted to mow the lawn every weekend. He wanted a wife and kids and a dog. But every time he got out something dragged him right back in again. The worst part was you couldn't have both. You couldn't have the perfect apple pie life and still save people. It just didn't work. It was one or the other.

This time Sam had been sure he'd choose the apple pie life. He had a woman that loved him. A woman who was prepared to leave her husband to be with him. And a dog that was as loyal and gentle as anything. He'd been so close. All he had to do was turn up. Yet in the end, he'd stayed with Dean. In the end it all came down to family.



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[info]likely_good
2013-01-22 10:10 am UTC (link)
The option to choose family was never a choice, when it came to Dean. He'd cut ties with Benny before even knowing Sam would stay, because that was what needed to happen. Benny was a great friend, as close a friend as he could hope for, and he knew Benny had been in a bad state, but Sam asked him to be done with Benny and... well, now he was, not that he'd tell Sam he'd won that argument. Even now, Sam was sometimes just his snot-nosed little brother.

Picking up their empty chilli bowls, Dean dumped them in the sink and glanced over his shoulder to the boxing match on the little TV as he ran the water in the sink. He was sure things would be awkward for a long time, but they'd get comfortable again. He just knew Sam choosing to stay over going to Amelia was probably more about the job than about him.

He wasn't going to be delusional and think any of this had anything to do with him personally. Sam was just too damn good for his own good, even when Dean had told him he wanted him to be happy.

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[info]lost_my_shoe
2013-01-22 10:28 am UTC (link)
Dean could be a real idiot sometimes. Part of the reason Sam kept getting sucked back into this life was the job. Saving people. Hunting things. The family business. But the main reason was because of Dean. There were plenty of times when he wanted to murder Dean - but what baby brother didn't want to murder his jerk of a big brother at some point?

But more importantly, Dean was the one who had practically raised Sam single-handedly. How many big brothers would forsake their own childhood to take care of a bratty little brother? How many big brothers would sell their soul to save their little brother?

Even if Sam had gone to Amelia, part of him would always be wondering if Dean was safe and every time the phone rang or he got a text message he'd be wondering if that was the call to tell him Dean was dead.

He dragged himself over to the sink, hovering over Dean as he held out a bottle of beer for him. "Here."

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[info]likely_good
2013-01-22 10:52 am UTC (link)
Dean looked up, frowning a bit at the bottle and raising a hand out of the water to take it, sipping it after a slight nod to his brother. He was definitely an idiot. He didn't want to believe people came around for him. People always left, everyone went away in the end, and he knew he'd be last man standing, because no one would want to stick around him, least of all Sam, when the end came. No one hated Dean more than Dean did, so he knew what there was to actually like about himself. And there wasn't much.

"You can head to bed. I got this," he assured his brother, nodding towards the two small beds across the cabin. This place was Rufus' once, and then Bobby's. Now it was theirs. It was funny how things just kept passing down to them. He didn't want any more inheritance.

Setting the beer down, he finished up washing the bowls and put them to dry, towelling off his hands.

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[info]lost_my_shoe
2013-01-22 11:17 am UTC (link)
Yep. Definitely an idiot. He was a jerk and annoying as hell half the time. But the only person who really hated Dean(apart from all the big bads, naturally), was Dean. For someone who spent his live protecting people and saving people, Dean had such little self belief. No one was perfect. But really, he should cut himself some slack and give himself a break.

Sam didn't move from his spot. He frowned and shrugged his shoulders. "So, you wanna talk about it? Whatever's eating you up inside." Because they were both such experts at talking about their feelings.

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[info]likely_good
2013-01-22 11:24 am UTC (link)
Looking up at his brother, Dean raised a brow, and the smirk on his face was almost an amused one. "Me being such a 'big hugger' and all?" He repeated Sam's words back to him, then dried his hands off fully, tossing the cloth aside and grabbing his bottle of beer.

"I'm fine. Just today was weird, is all. I mean, we did all that to get Alfie out and -- Bam! -- Cas ices the dude. It just... doesn't sit right." He shook his head, moving to sit back down on the tiny couch, feet coming up onto the table, his boots still on.

"We need to figure this crap out, but I don't even know where to start."

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[info]lost_my_shoe
2013-01-22 11:52 am UTC (link)
Hugs and puppies, Dean, hugs and puppies. They keep the world turning. One day he'd get Dean to open up more about his feelings. One day.

"Yeah, it was a bit weird." Sam took his place next to Dean, cradling his beer in his hand. "Cas seemed really out of it too. Something's not right. You don't think Purgatory scrambled what brain cells he's got left, do you?" Or maybe the problem wasn't Purgatory, but more what happened after Purgatory...

Life was so much more simple when they were hunting ghosts and wendigos...

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[info]likely_good
2013-01-22 11:56 am UTC (link)
He's got the puppy part in his brother. The hugs can be left aside, thank you very much.

"Hell if I know. I mean, maybe you're right, maybe angels are behind this. Or if Purgatory did something to him, why not me? Or Benny?" Dean outwardly winced at even bringing up the vampire and sipped his beer to glide past the moment. It was better not to say that name, or Sam's girl's name, ever again.

"Something was definitely wrong with him, I don't like this one bit." He sighed, picking at the label on the bottle.

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[info]lost_my_shoe
2013-01-26 02:40 am UTC (link)
They'd just have to hope that Dean had no other evilly spawned children from one night stands with monsters roaming the Earth. Did Sam need to give him the safe sex talk? No glove, no love, man.

"Shut up. You're older than I am. Not my fault you're turning into a grouch in your old age." Sam managed a smile and picked up his protein bar, throwing it at Dean's face.

"I mean it though, Dean. Even when we're tearing each other apart we've still got each other's backs when it matters. Who else can say they've got someone like that in their lives?"

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[info]likely_good
2013-01-26 02:47 am UTC (link)
Dean still swore he wore one. It was something that crazy bitch did, he was certain of that. It was better not to overthink it. He didn't want to think about it at all, really. Creepy monster children were almost enough to make a guy quit sex altogether. Almost.

"I'm not a grou--ow." The protein bar had hit directly in his face and he kicked Sam's thigh for it, dangling off the couch to grab the snack from where it had landed. Sitting upright suddenly, at Sam's words, Dean gave him a rarer, more fond smile.

"Yeah, well, we already figured out we're each other's weak spots. I guess that's never gonna change." He sat up properly, offering the protein bar back before holding it out of reach at the last second, giving Sam a challenging smirk.

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[info]lost_my_shoe
2013-01-26 02:55 am UTC (link)
Sex can be an addiction too, y'know Dean, just sayin'. Putting it out there. Sex, booze, all of it. All addictions. Mullet rock was probably an addiction too. And pie. And burgers. In fact, Dean's life could probably be summed up in a number of addictions.

Sam rolled his eyes before laughing. "Oh come on, dude. What are you, like... six?" Fine. Two could play at that game! Same lunged at Dean, tackling him. Only, the sofa wasn't that big so it was only a matter of time before they ended up on the floor.

As long as no one smashed their head on the table and died...

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[info]likely_good
2013-01-26 03:01 am UTC (link)
And yet Dean was entirely okay with his life being a big mess of addictions. His biggest addiction, in the end, was taking care of Sam. It was almost ridiculous how much he enjoyed looking after Sam, not that he'd ever say that out loud.

"You're six." It was a weak comeback and soon enough he was being tackled backwards and the couch was abandoned. Arm still stretched as far as it would go, Dean wrapped a leg around Sam, pushing at his brother's shoulder with his free hand.

This was stupid. It was childish. But it was fun and it was a moment of just being them and for a minute they could pretend nothing bad was going on.

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[info]lost_my_shoe
2013-01-26 03:07 am UTC (link)
"Dean! Quit it! Stop being a child!" Even as the words were coming out Sam was still fighting back. It was just like when Dean was bigger than him and holding his comics way up high so he couldn't reach, even when he jumped. Well, ha! He wasn't short any more. He was in a tangle of limbs though. He smushed one hand into Dean's face, smothering him, while reaching for the bar.

Of course then he had a far better idea. Two could play this game! And so he swiped the Impala keys and held them out as far he could.

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[info]likely_good
2013-01-26 03:10 am UTC (link)
Dean was grinning at Sam's words. It was nice to hear him seem happy for even a moment and he arched his back to push the bar further out of reach, still pushing at his brother's shoulder when one hand was smushed into his face. Well, that was dirty fighting-- and there went his keys. Really dirty fighting, Sammy.

Protein bar dropped somewhere above his head, Dean made a scramble, under his huge younger brother, to reach for the keys. "That's foul play, you don't mess with a man's car or, by extension, his car keys!" He looped an arm around Sam's neck, using his brother's size against him to try to reach the keys as he pulled him closer.

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[info]lost_my_shoe
2013-01-27 01:45 am UTC (link)
Was Dean trying to kill Sam with death by spontaneous orgasm? He moaned into the kiss. And Dean's words were almost enough to make him come on the spot. He swallowed hard, barely trusting himself to talk let alone anything else. He was pretty sure no amount of willpower would stop him coming if Dean touched him. So instead, he pressed a hand to Dean's chest and pushed him back.

"Shut up, Dean. Or you get one of my socks in your mouth." Did Dean really want to risk it? He'd been wearing them for two days... Sam hooked his fingers around the waistband of Dean's boxers and pulled them down. Well... too late to turn back now...

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[info]likely_good
2013-01-27 01:54 am UTC (link)
Dean took the chance to get a few more kisses in before he was pushed back. He was fast becoming addicted to the feeling. It was different; Sam had stubble, a strong jaw, thin lips, and he tasted like beer, but there was something distinctly 'Sam' behind it all and he made a frustrated noise when he was pressed back to the bed.

"Alright, alright. There's no need to threaten torture," he teased him, and a moment later his boxers were gone and he swallowed a knot in his throat. He was well aware he wasn't a wall of muscle like Sam. He was lean, toned, and maybe there was a small pudge to his belly, but he didn't mind it. It was still weird being seen by Sam in this context, though.

Sliding his hand through Sam's hair, already long since addicted to the feel of it and hating himself a bit for letting everything get even this far, he reminded himself Sam was an adult who could consent to things he wanted to do, and he didn't need to act the big brother at the moment.

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[info]lost_my_shoe
2013-01-27 02:15 am UTC (link)
Maybe instead of hustling pool and credit card scams they should've sent Sam out on the game for money. Apparently his hair and kissable lips made him a real catch... It was worth knowing for future reference.

But there was definitely something very different about looking at your brother's naked body when it was on the bed in front of you rather than an unfortunate towel malfunction or sharing a bathroom because they're motel check out time was too close to go solo. Dean wasn't so bad on the eyes. Even with the pie, burger and beer diet.

Stop thinking, Sam. Thinking was bad. Thinking gave way to doubt and right now the last thing he needed was a wave of doubt and logic to roll over them. He curled his hand around Dean's length giving a few experimental strokes. His gun calloused skin against the delicate, hard warm of Dean's cock. The angle seemed awkward and unnatural, yet it didn't deter him any.

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[info]likely_good
2013-01-27 02:22 am UTC (link)
Dean would've had guns out for anyone trying to pick up his little brother, definitely wouldn't be a business that'd get off the ground very quickly. Of course, that wasn't what was important at the moment. Sam's hand on his dick was.

Dean grunted a little, shifting his hips, and he frowned at it all, leaning up on his elbows. He wasn't sure if he liked it or not. The whole feeling of being touched was great, regardless of it being his brother, but he was pretty damn sure they were going to need practise for this to be mind-blowing.

Without speaking about it, he reached down and took hold of Sam's hand, guiding it in a few steady, firm strokes along his cock, a rough breath escaping him. Yeah, those callouses made it a Hell of a lot better.

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[info]lost_my_shoe
2013-01-27 02:34 am UTC (link)
Well Dean, you try stroking another man's dick and doing it perfectly on the first try. It's hard, man (no pun intended), it was all opposite to doing it to yourself and the wrist angle felt unnatural and uncomfortable. Sam had a new respect for girls now. Never again would he mentally criticise their techniques.

Sam gave a few more strokes before dipping down to lick the head. Okay, so the taste was strange, salty, bitter, but it wasn't entirely unpleasant. He could do this. He killed monsters and dug up graves for a living, putting a cock in his mouth shouldn't be a big deal, right?

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[info]likely_good
2013-01-27 02:41 am UTC (link)
He would, if Sam didn't decide he wanted first shot at it! Still, it seemed like Sam got the hang of it easily enough, and Dean let go of his hand, licking his lips and resting on both elbows again. His breathing was a little shallow but he wasn't out of his mind yet. They'd both need to figure each other out like this too, now.

A hiss came as Sam licked just the tip and Dean reflexively nudged his hips up. "Not gonna pussy out on me, right, Sammy?" He grinned breathlessly at him, spreading his legs a bit more, well aware of how attractive he was to other people but not quite sure how much that'd work with Sam.

If this was going to be how their relationship was now, he'd have to test the waters at a later time.

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[info]lost_my_shoe
2013-01-29 01:39 pm UTC (link)
Oh great. They were already heading straight for the emotionally crushing guilt and regret before they'd even come down from the post-orgasm high. That had to be some kind of world record, right?

Sam ran a hand through his own hair. Yuck. He'd totally need a shower - long hair and sweat? Not a good combination. Not to mention the sweat soaking the rest of his body, and other bodily fluids that were very much not sweat...

He could feel the awkward tension already beginning to fill the room. Great. "Yeah... guess it did." Way to fix it, Sammy. "I'm gonna grab a shower..."

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[info]likely_good
2013-01-29 01:49 pm UTC (link)
Dean snagged hold of Sam's arm and tugged him down before he could go anywhere. "Not so fast, Gigantor." Hooking an arm around Sam's shoulders, Dean pulled him into a kiss. The guilt was there, but he didn't regret it, which was why there was so much guilt on his part. Even so, he wasn't going to let that get to him and ruin this.

Running his hands through Sam's sweaty hair, Dean kissed him slow and deep, taking the chance, now they were done, to really explore his way around Sam's mouth. He thought he knew everything about Sam, but there were little things he had learned in this. The taste of Sam's mouth, the size of his length when it was fully erect, the sounds he made when he was balls deep in someone. They were nice things to file away for later.

Ending the kiss, he sucked a little on Sam's lower lip as he pulled back. "Get the water runnin', I'll come shower with ya." Unless, of course, that was too couply for Sam and all his brother had been looking for was sexual gratification.

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[info]lost_my_shoe
2013-01-29 02:14 pm UTC (link)
It'd definitely been an eye-opener if nothing else. Sam would never be able to look at Dean moaning around a mouthful of pie the same way ever again. He'd also learned Dean was big on nails digging in and hair pulling. And a talker. It shouldn't surprise him really. Dean talks through everything else, so why not sex?

The kiss is ...nice. Far nicer than it probably should be. There should probably be more panicking and freaking out. But instead Sam is happy to melt into the kiss.

And hey, on the plus side, at least they've solved the never-ending argument over who gets the first shower with the hot water and who gets the cold, second shower. "Don't be long. Hot water doesn't last long." Sam pressed another quick kiss to Dean's lips. "Put itching powder in my boxers again and I will end you."

He forced himself off the bed, ignoring the protests of his muscles and made his way to the bathroom.

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[info]likely_good
2013-01-29 02:23 pm UTC (link)
Dean grinned into the second kiss. It really was weird but it was also way too nice. It was like this was how it was always supposed to have been, and as much as he hated thinking that maybe it was Heaven's design, with them sharing a Heaven together, being soulmates, all that jazz, he couldn't ignore facts. The problem would be dealing with people finding out. After all, their business rarely stayed private, even when they tried to make sure it did.

"Come on, dude, itching powder in your boxers would be totally just harming myself now." Grinning brightly, Dean stretched out on the bed, a low moaning noise coming as he spread his limbs. Everything hurt but in a really good way.

Finally heading in after Sam, Dean climbed into the shower, nudging his brother lightly. "So, we gonna do the awkward talk now or later?" He gave Sam a half-smile. He knew if this failed between them, it could ruin them in a whole new way, maybe the most permanent of ways.

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[info]lost_my_shoe
2013-01-29 02:30 pm UTC (link)
Sam had already washed his hair while he was waiting for Dean to get his lazy ass off the bed and into the shower. The fact that it was a very nice ass that had just been thoroughly fucked was no excuse for laziness.

The awkward talk. They both knew it was coming. That didn't make it any easier to swallow. Like when they gave you medicine on a sugar cube... There was always a terrible catch to the sweet, deliciousness.

"Might as well get it out of the way..." Although shoving it under the rug also seemed a good idea. "You start."

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[info]likely_good
2013-01-29 02:37 pm UTC (link)
Now they'd only just talked about not shoving things under the rug, so that was off the table. Dean wanted nothing more than to do that, but it wasn't an option. Soaking his hair, Dean reached around behind Sam to get the shampoo and started washing his hair, clenching his eyes shut. Well, it'd be easier to talk about this without looking at Sam anyway.

"So, uh... we screwed. And we're brothers. Dude, it's weird. Like... weirder than our usual level of weird." He sighed a bit, head tilted back as he rubbed at his hair. "But... I don't know, it was freakin' awesome, that's for sure. But then I guess I gotta wonder what dad and mom would say, if they were around, you know?" He cracked an eye open to see Sam. It wasn't the first time they'd talked in the bathroom, but one was usually at the sink while the other showered.

"I mean, I don't know what you want from this. I don't know where you expect this to go." If he wanted to keep this up, then they would, but Dean needed limits and boundaries, otherwise he'd assume he was free to sleep with anyone else they met on their way. "And then there's Cas to consider."

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