my_sam_dean (my_sam_dean) wrote in wincest_is_best, @ 2008-04-22 08:16:00 |
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Title: Twisted, Part One
Author/Artist: my_sam_dean
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing: Sam/Dean
Rating: NC-17
Theme #: 13-Need
Disclaimer: I own nothing Supernatural. Warnings: Use of one body pretending it is another, slash, incest, dark solution to Sam missing Jessica. As the title says, twisted.
"You ever see how the women look at you in the bar, Sammy?"
Sam shook his head as he zipped up his coat. "How?"
"Like they could just take you home and eat you up," Dean laughed. "Why don't you ever go get some of that?"
Sam just shrugged. "Just don't want to, I guess."
***
They were stuck sharing one bed. They were lucky enough to get the last motel room in town. Besides, they shared beds all the time.
Sam was half asleep on his side when Dean came to bed and asked Sam, "Don't you ever crave female companionship?"
Sam figured Dean had put some thought into that question because it didn't just mention sex outright. "Sometimes I do, but it isn't worth the risk of getting hurt again. Besides, we move around so much that companionship isn't really an option."
"Short-term companionship is," Dean told him. "I could give you a few pointers-"
"Thanks, Dean. I know you mean well, but no thanks."
"Was Jess ever into anything, um, unconventional?"
"What are you talking about?" Sam was fully awake and wondering what the hell Dean was getting at.
"Did she ever let you enter her back door, Sam?"
Sam turned red, "That is none of your business."
Sam's blush told Dean all he needed to hear. "I know you miss Jess. You miss the feel of having her under and around you. You don't have it in you to find a random person to take her place. Actually, you don't have to."
"What?"
"I am your brother and I'll never leave you. There's no fear of me hurting you because you know I'd rather die first. I've watched you mourn Jess, and I know that there isn't much comfort that I can give you. Sammy, I can be your back door so that you don't feel so alone. Just when you're missing Jess, when you're needing her the most."
"That's --not normal."
"Neither are our lives, Sam. If this is something you did with Jess, I trust you to be careful with me. It isn't a hand in the pounding shower, it's a body, my body, that I'll let you treat as hers."
"I don't know."
"Just consider it. Let me know."
***
In the darkness, Sam dreamed of Jessica. He pictured them together in their bed, making love like they had all the time in the world. When he awoke, he was so hard that he hurt. For an instant, the proposition that Dean had given him went through his mind. He could use Dean's body as Jessica's.
Dean awoke when Sam started to move. "You okay?" he wiped the sleep out of his eyes as he asked.
Sam's brown eyes were so sad and lonely, "Jess and I were . . . If you meant it before . . ."
"I meant it, Sammy. Just show me what to do."
Sam put a pillow under Dean's/Jessica's hips and positioned himself between the thighs that he rubbed and eased further apart. He scattered kisses down the bare back before lying his head in the small dip of the back. Sam slicked up his fingers and worked the opening as gently as he could. Words of comfort and encouragement flew from Sam's mouth in a tone that he used for anyone who was scared or hurt.
Slowly, Sam brought himself to the entrance and eased in. Dean bit his tongue instead of crying out when Sam put pressure on that bundle of nerves that Jessica never had. "I love you", "I need you", "I miss you," fell from Sam's lips as he moved in and out in a rhythm.
When Sam pulled out and laid down on the bed, he realized how hard Dean was breathing. "Are you okay?" Sam asked, concern for Dean entering his mind for the first time.
"You really loved Jessica," Dean said between gasps of breath. "Wow."
Sam was silent.
"Do you feel better, Sammy?"
He thought about it for a minute. Then, Sam shrugged and nodded.
"Good," Dean gave Sam a smile. "Let's get some sleep."
Sam fell back to sleep quickly. Dean stayed awake and wondered exactly how bad he had just tarnished Sammy by trying to help.