Winchester Love Part 5B
Title: Winchester Love Part 5B Author: myguys_sam_dean Rating: R Characters: Sam/Abby, Dean/Kylee, Bobby Disclaimer: I don't own 'em, I just play with 'em. Feedback: Please? Summary: Written for fanfic100 prompt #45-Moon. Sam shows Abby the scrap yard.
They walked a little further into the scrap yard. Sam showed Abby cars that had been there forever. Cars that Dean had tried to work on at one point or another. Cars that Sam liked to read in. He told her how they used to play hide and seek in the cars while their dad went hunting.
"I'm glad you were able to have some typical kid fun," Abby stopped and turned toward Sam. She ran her hand up under his coat, feeling his muscles. She leaned in against his chest.
"You're not going to leave me, are you?" Sam voiced it as more of a statement than a question. He had that fear of people leaving and he didn't want Abby to be one of them.
"Nope," was her simple reply as her hands soaked up the feel of his chest and his warmth.
Sam unzipped his coat and reached down to turn her face upwards. They stood there in the middle of the sea of junked cars, kissing. Abby's small body disappeared inside the open sides of Sam's coat. It was their own private world.
Sam kissed her, flicking his tongue against her lips until she opened them. Then, he moved his tongue inside to explore her some more. Abby's moan was stifled by their kiss. Sam moved one hand up to her breast and cupped it, gently massaging it
Sam's kisses moved to her ear and neck as he backed her up to a car. Sam was leaned over her, so she was well-shielded from view. His fingers moved to the first moon-shaped button on her blouse. He breathed in her ear, "Can I? No one can see."
Abby turned her head to kiss him while she gave herself a second to think. "If you're sure."
"We're in the middle of nowhere in a jungle of cars," his voice hot against her ear. "I'm sure."
"Yes," came her soft reply.
Sam's big fingers fumbled with the moon buttons, but he got them all undone. His kisses moved lower down her neck to her exposed chest. His hands cupped her bra and his thumbs rubbed her nipples through the fabric.
"Are you warm enough?" there was a breeze and Sam didn't want her to be cold.
"As long as you share your body heat, I'll be fine,"
Sam reached behind her and fumbled with her bra clasp. Abby started to giggle.
"Just give me a minute," Sam had rested his forehead onto hers. "I don't have much practice here."
"Me either," Abby replied, stroking Sam's cheeks. "We can just stumble along and figure it out."
"Or you could get a bra that closes in front," Sam's cheeks turned red as soon as he said it. "Hey, I see the commercials."
"I think you have enough patience to learn this new skill," Abby smiled. "Mine all have back closures."
"Buy me a front-closure one for my birthday then," Sam just about had it open.
"Sure. What size are you?" Abby smirked.
"The present part is that you wear it and I can get it off easier when we need to," Sam answered as he got the clasp open. "I never could wear one of these things. Too damn uncomfortable."
Abby started to laugh but Sam was back to kissing. He slowly moved the material to that it rested up on her chest. He ran his hands over the soft skin of her breasts. Moving across the slope of the underside of her breast drew a sound from her, so Sam repeated the movement. His thumbs scraped against her bare nipples and Abby took a sharp intake of break. Between caressing and massaging her breasts and flicking her nipples, Sam heard Abby encourage him, "Oh, Sam. That feels . . . so. . .good." she let out a breath she didn't know she'd been holding.
Sam kept his hands on the underside of her breasts. He kissed his way down to a nipple and started to lick and suck. His actions made Abby squirm and Sam smiled against her bare skin. He kissed and sucked a trail back up to her ear. "Did you like that?"
"Mmmm" was all she said.
"We'd better quit, Abby," Sam said and Abby made a little whimper. "We can go back to this later. I just don't want you to catch a cold."
"Will you redress me then?" Abby looked at him with swollen lips. She helped him with the bra clasp and then watched him slowly rebutton her shirt. It was a tender gesture and it made her want him even more. With their coats zipped back up, they headed back to the house.
***
"Kylee," Dean whispered to get her attention as she sat at the table. "Look at this." They were on the second floor in his dad's old bedroom. From that window he had a perfect view of Sam and Abby. "I don't think he freaked her out," Dean smiled as Kylee came to stand by him.
"No, he didn't," Kylee said. "But that doesn't give you the right to spy on them, Dean Winchester."
"Hey, I just looked out the window. . . I wasn't looking for them . . . I'm proud of Sam, ya know?" Dean was trying to find a good explanation. "I'm just glad to see my bother happy," there, he'd come up with a good one.
"Just don't be looking at him when he is privately happy," Kylee warned him. "It would scar them both for life if they knew."
"He's walked in on--"
"I don't care. We're talking about Sam and Abby. They deserve their privacy."
"So I suppose I can't ask him for details later on, huh?"
"No can do."
"What's the fun of being brothers with that kind of rule," Dean actually sounded disappointed. "I can still be proud of him, though."
Kylee just shook her head and went back to the table.