Sam/Dean Fic: Reposition
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Summary: Sam can't stop moving.
Characters/Pairings: Sam/Dean (and I'll leave it at that)
Word Count: 780
Rating: Hard R
Warnings: Angst
Disclaimer: Not mine. Not real. Please don't sue. I have no money anyway.
A/N: HUGE THANKS to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
daniel_shadow and regann for the betas and encouragement. Without you ladies, this fic wouldn't be here. Quite possibly the first chapter in a series I'm tentatively calling "Forward Momentum." Um, kinda nervous about this one. So I'm posting and running to bed. :-) Comments and feedback are always appreciated. Of any kind. Hope you like it.
Please leave any comments/feedback at my fic journal.
Sam could not stop moving.
If he sat down to read something, his knee would bounce up and down in an erratic pattern. He tried pacing; he must have circled the room a hundred times before he gave up on that idea.
He didn’t know what was wrong with him. Nothing extraordinary had happened that evening. It was just a poltergeist, something they had encountered so many times before it had started to become old hat. And, yeah, maybe this one had been a little feistier than usual. But again, it was nothing they hadn’t seen before. But this one, he just couldn’t shake off.
He tried taking another shower. Letting the hot water wash over him until it ran cold. And still nothing. It was like an itch under his skin that he couldn’t scratch. All that adrenaline still pumping through his veins hours after the hunt was over.
“Sam,” Dean muttered from his place on the bed. He had just been about to drift off when Sam started that interminable pacing again.
“Sorry, Dean,” Sam apologized. “I just can’t get this one out of my system. Believe me, I wish I could.” He finally stopped his pacing and leaned against the far wall, forehead falling onto the old wood paneling. He banged his head a few times. Anything to try and get this feeling out of his blood.
The worst part of all this? All the adrenaline, all the emotion thrumming in his veins meant Sam was…hard. He shouldn’t be. He really shouldn’t be. But it was just one of those weird nature wirings that completely fucked him over at the worst times. He’d tried jerking off in the shower, but couldn’t bring himself to finish it off. It just felt wrong somehow. He knew it was just hormones and adrenaline and there really was nothing to be embarrassed about. He just couldn’t help himself. He jammed his fist against the wall a few times and was getting ready to push off and start pacing again, when he felt Dean come up behind him.
“Let me help,” Dean whispered.
“You can’t,” Sam replied dejectedly. “I just need…”
“I know what you need.”
Sam felt Dean settle into his side, right hand resting on the small of his back while his left hand came around to undo the button on his jeans.
“Dean, stop,” Sam protested weakly.
“Just, let me,” Dean reassured him. “I know, okay? I know what it’s like, what you need. Let me give it to you.”
Slowly, Dean reached inside and pulled out Sam’s aching cock. His warm fingers wrapped around it gently and started an easy pull-squeeze motion. His thumb swept over the head on occasion, smearing the pre-come that was gathered there.
Sam’s eyes were squeezed shut tight, trying to ignore who exactly was responsible for the feelings that were raging through him. He felt the heat starting to gather low in his belly, his breathing was becoming ragged and his knees were going weak. It wasn’t long before he was overcome and he spilled over the hand stroking him. He collapsed against the wall, trying to get his body back under control. When he felt a hand stroking along his back, trying to help calm him, he snapped back to reality and the knowledge of what had just happened.
“You shouldn’t have done that,” Sam whispered as he tucked himself away.
“Come on, Sam,” Dean said.
“No, Dean. Don’t. Just…don’t.”
“It’s not a big deal.”
“Not a big deal?” Sam yelled. “Dean, it’s such a huge deal I don’t even know where to start!”
“Why? You’re my little brother; it’s my job to take care of you.”
“Not like that! That is not what normal brothers do.”
“What about us is normal, Sam? Huh? What? For fuck’s sake, we exorcised a poltergeist earlier tonight! That’s about as far from normal as you can get. So, who’s to say what’s normal or right for us?”
“And that is?”
“Why not?” Dean challenged.
Sam just stared at his brother, completely lost for words at the situation they found themselves in. He had to get out of there. He didn’t know what to do, what to say to make Dean see that what had happened wasn’t right or normal. No matter how fucked up their lives were, they had crossed a line that night that Sam wasn’t sure he could get over. He grabbed his jacket from the chair on the bed and made his way towards the door.
“Sam,” Dean called.
“Don’t, Dean,” Sam said not looking at him. “I’ll be back.”
Dean just stared at the door as it slammed shut behind Sam.
THE END
NOTES: So, yeah, Sam totally didn't react the way I was expecting him to, hence the nervousness over this chapter. So, any feedback you guys may have (good or bad, honestly) would be so greatly appreciated. Thanks for reading!
Summary: Sam can't stop moving.
Characters/Pairings: Sam/Dean (and I'll leave it at that)
Word Count: 780
Rating: Hard R
Warnings: Angst
Disclaimer: Not mine. Not real. Please don't sue. I have no money anyway.
A/N: HUGE THANKS to
daniel_shadow and regann for the betas and encouragement. Without you ladies, this fic wouldn't be here. Quite possibly the first chapter in a series I'm tentatively calling "Forward Momentum." Um, kinda nervous about this one. So I'm posting and running to bed. :-) Comments and feedback are always appreciated. Of any kind. Hope you like it. Please leave any comments/feedback at my fic journal.
Sam could not stop moving.
If he sat down to read something, his knee would bounce up and down in an erratic pattern. He tried pacing; he must have circled the room a hundred times before he gave up on that idea.
He didn’t know what was wrong with him. Nothing extraordinary had happened that evening. It was just a poltergeist, something they had encountered so many times before it had started to become old hat. And, yeah, maybe this one had been a little feistier than usual. But again, it was nothing they hadn’t seen before. But this one, he just couldn’t shake off.
He tried taking another shower. Letting the hot water wash over him until it ran cold. And still nothing. It was like an itch under his skin that he couldn’t scratch. All that adrenaline still pumping through his veins hours after the hunt was over.
“Sam,” Dean muttered from his place on the bed. He had just been about to drift off when Sam started that interminable pacing again.
“Sorry, Dean,” Sam apologized. “I just can’t get this one out of my system. Believe me, I wish I could.” He finally stopped his pacing and leaned against the far wall, forehead falling onto the old wood paneling. He banged his head a few times. Anything to try and get this feeling out of his blood.
The worst part of all this? All the adrenaline, all the emotion thrumming in his veins meant Sam was…hard. He shouldn’t be. He really shouldn’t be. But it was just one of those weird nature wirings that completely fucked him over at the worst times. He’d tried jerking off in the shower, but couldn’t bring himself to finish it off. It just felt wrong somehow. He knew it was just hormones and adrenaline and there really was nothing to be embarrassed about. He just couldn’t help himself. He jammed his fist against the wall a few times and was getting ready to push off and start pacing again, when he felt Dean come up behind him.
“Let me help,” Dean whispered.
“You can’t,” Sam replied dejectedly. “I just need…”
“I know what you need.”
Sam felt Dean settle into his side, right hand resting on the small of his back while his left hand came around to undo the button on his jeans.
“Dean, stop,” Sam protested weakly.
“Just, let me,” Dean reassured him. “I know, okay? I know what it’s like, what you need. Let me give it to you.”
Slowly, Dean reached inside and pulled out Sam’s aching cock. His warm fingers wrapped around it gently and started an easy pull-squeeze motion. His thumb swept over the head on occasion, smearing the pre-come that was gathered there.
Sam’s eyes were squeezed shut tight, trying to ignore who exactly was responsible for the feelings that were raging through him. He felt the heat starting to gather low in his belly, his breathing was becoming ragged and his knees were going weak. It wasn’t long before he was overcome and he spilled over the hand stroking him. He collapsed against the wall, trying to get his body back under control. When he felt a hand stroking along his back, trying to help calm him, he snapped back to reality and the knowledge of what had just happened.
“You shouldn’t have done that,” Sam whispered as he tucked himself away.
“Come on, Sam,” Dean said.
“No, Dean. Don’t. Just…don’t.”
“It’s not a big deal.”
“Not a big deal?” Sam yelled. “Dean, it’s such a huge deal I don’t even know where to start!”
“Why? You’re my little brother; it’s my job to take care of you.”
“Not like that! That is not what normal brothers do.”
“What about us is normal, Sam? Huh? What? For fuck’s sake, we exorcised a poltergeist earlier tonight! That’s about as far from normal as you can get. So, who’s to say what’s normal or right for us?”
“And that is?”
“Why not?” Dean challenged.
Sam just stared at his brother, completely lost for words at the situation they found themselves in. He had to get out of there. He didn’t know what to do, what to say to make Dean see that what had happened wasn’t right or normal. No matter how fucked up their lives were, they had crossed a line that night that Sam wasn’t sure he could get over. He grabbed his jacket from the chair on the bed and made his way towards the door.
“Sam,” Dean called.
“Don’t, Dean,” Sam said not looking at him. “I’ll be back.”
Dean just stared at the door as it slammed shut behind Sam.
THE END
NOTES: So, yeah, Sam totally didn't react the way I was expecting him to, hence the nervousness over this chapter. So, any feedback you guys may have (good or bad, honestly) would be so greatly appreciated. Thanks for reading!
