SPN Fic: All Grown Up (Sam/Dean)
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Summary: Sam shows Dean just how much he's grown up. Tag for episode 5x05.
Word Count: 1180
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Porn. Of the incesty kind.
Disclaimer: Not mine. Not real. Please don't sue. I have no money anyway.
A/N: Written for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
wraith816. My partner in all things Wincest. This one's for you babe! :-)
Please leave any comments/feedback at my fic journal.
Sam had just about had enough. He needed Dean to understand that he didn’t need to be looked after anymore. He was 26 years old; he could damn well take care of himself, thank you very much.
He decided to put his plan into action when Dean left to go get them some dinner. He showered quickly, but redressed in only his boxers. Sam needed Dean to see how much he had changed from the little boy Dean still saw him as. If that meant playing into the repressed feelings they had for each other, then so be it. They had tiptoed around each other for years, never coming to any kind of resolution. Then Stanford and all that followed had happened. But now it was time. Sam would get Dean to see him as an equal. No matter what it took.
Sam didn’t have long to wait and Dean was back not long after everything was in place.
“Hey, Sammy,” Dean said. “Got a couple burgers for me and a salad for you… Um, you planning on getting dressed anytime soon?” he asked finally noticing Sam.
“No,” Sam said firmly.
“OK,” Dean cleared his throat, clearly uncomfortable. “Well, don’t blame me if you get sick.”
“I’m not going to get sick, Dean.”
“Fine, whatever. Come eat before it gets cold. Or warm,” Dean stumbled.
“No.”
“Sam,” Dean said exasperated. “Just sit down and eat, okay? It’s been a long day, I’m hungry and tired and not in the mood to do this right now.” He sat at the table, resolutely not looking anywhere in Sam’s direction.
“Well, that’s too bad. Because we’re doing this right now,” Sam said. “No more running, no more denying whatever is going on.” Sam stalked over to where Dean was sitting and lifted him to his feet, slamming him against the nearest wall. “Look at me, Dean,” Sam demanded. “Look at me. I’m not your little Sammy anymore.”
He stepped back and spread his arms, letting his brother look his fill. He was proud of how his body had developed over the last few years. He was strong and solid. More than capable of holding his own in any fight.
Dean finally met his eyes and Sam could see the war raging inside.
“Yes, you are,” Dean whispered. “You always will be. You’re my little brother, Sammy. It’s my job to look after you.”
“I know,” Sam agreed stepping back into Dean’s space. “But you don’t have to anymore. I need you to realize that if we’re going to make this work. You have to trust that I can take care of myself. You’ll always be my big brother, Dean. Nothing will ever change that. But it’s time for you to see that I’ve grown up. You can look after yourself now.”
Dean sighed and slowly brought a hand up to rest on Sam’s bare chest, right over his heart, his eyes tracing over each ridged muscle. “When did this happen?” he asked.
“When you weren’t looking.”
“God, Sam,” Dean said.
“It’s okay. It’ll be okay.”
“I don’t know if I can do this.”
“But you want to?”
“Yes.”
“Then we’ll be fine,” Sam said resting his hand over Dean’s. “Just let go.”
That seemed to be all the encouragement Dean needed as Sam felt Dean’s lips cover his. It wasn’t brief, it wasn’t tentative. It was the kiss of a man who had been starving for it. And Sam gave back as good as he got. He had waited too long for this and there was no way he was letting Dean get away this time.
“Bed. Now,” Dean said pulling back from the kiss.
“Yes,” Sam agreed as he started walking backwards towards the nearest horizontal surface. “But you are way overdressed.”
“Why don’t you do something about it then?” Dean challenged.
Oh, it was going to be like that, was it? Sam thought. Well, he would give Dean just what he wanted.
He roughly pushed Dean’s jacket and over shirt off his shoulders before gripping the t-shirt firmly and ripping it straight down the middle. He carelessly tossed it aside before turning them around and pushing Dean down on to the bed.
“That really shouldn’t be as hot as it is,” Dean confessed.
“Oh, we’re just getting started,” Sam said with a smirk.
He roughly undid Dean’s pants before yanking them down to his knees. Ridding Dean of his boots before proceeding, Sam soon had Dean right where he wanted him – naked and spread out on the bed just for him. His cock jutting almost straight out from his body, flushed dark red and his chest heaving from the harsh panting. He was beautiful.
Sam quickly removed his own boxers before sprawling over his brother. The first contact of their naked flesh made them both moan with pleasure. Sam leaned in to resume the kiss that had been cut too short from before. He felt Dean wrap one leg around his waist, bringing them closer together. Sam rocked his hips down into Dean’s, loving the feeling of their cocks rubbing together. He felt Dean buck up and try to flip their position, but he held firm, pressing Dean back into the mattress.
“Come on, Sam,” he whined.
“We’ll get there, Dean. Just be patient.”
Sam was quickly developing an obsession with Dean's mouth and dived back in to taste it again. He couldn't get enough. After so many years of being denied this, finally being able to have it, to haveDean, was mind blowing. Sam finally gave in to his desires and dropped his weight fully onto Dean. The moan that they both let out echoed in the small room and only spurred Sam on to wanting more. He circled his hips, grinding down into Dean, feeling their cocks rub together. He sped up, feeling Dean thrust back up into him. One hand strayed down Dean's body, stroking over skin along the way before coming to rest on Dean's hip. He squeezed, kneading the muscle with his large hands. Dean moaned louder and sucked hard on Sam's tongue. He wrapped one leg around Sam's lower back bucked up hard. Neither of them would last much longer at this rate. Sam tore his mouth away from Dean's, kissing down his neck to his shoulder and sucking a bruise there.
"Sam," Dean moaned. "Can't hold…gonna…"
"It's okay. I got you. Just let go," Sam reassured him.
Sam felt Dean's hips stutter before he let out a low groan and his come splashed between them. Sam followed not long after, letting loose his release to mix with Dean's. He rolled off to the side, panting hard as he came down from his orgasm.
"That was…" Dean said.
"Oh, yeah," Sam agreed.
"You really have grown up, Sammy."
"Yes, I have."
"Think you'll be up for some more growing later?"
Sam looked over and saw the smile on Dean's face. He laughed before leaning over and kissing Dean one more time.
"Oh, I think there'll be plenty of growing in my future."
THE END
Summary: Sam shows Dean just how much he's grown up. Tag for episode 5x05.
Word Count: 1180
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Porn. Of the incesty kind.
Disclaimer: Not mine. Not real. Please don't sue. I have no money anyway.
A/N: Written for
wraith816. My partner in all things Wincest. This one's for you babe! :-)Please leave any comments/feedback at my fic journal.
Sam had just about had enough. He needed Dean to understand that he didn’t need to be looked after anymore. He was 26 years old; he could damn well take care of himself, thank you very much.
He decided to put his plan into action when Dean left to go get them some dinner. He showered quickly, but redressed in only his boxers. Sam needed Dean to see how much he had changed from the little boy Dean still saw him as. If that meant playing into the repressed feelings they had for each other, then so be it. They had tiptoed around each other for years, never coming to any kind of resolution. Then Stanford and all that followed had happened. But now it was time. Sam would get Dean to see him as an equal. No matter what it took.
Sam didn’t have long to wait and Dean was back not long after everything was in place.
“Hey, Sammy,” Dean said. “Got a couple burgers for me and a salad for you… Um, you planning on getting dressed anytime soon?” he asked finally noticing Sam.
“No,” Sam said firmly.
“OK,” Dean cleared his throat, clearly uncomfortable. “Well, don’t blame me if you get sick.”
“I’m not going to get sick, Dean.”
“Fine, whatever. Come eat before it gets cold. Or warm,” Dean stumbled.
“No.”
“Sam,” Dean said exasperated. “Just sit down and eat, okay? It’s been a long day, I’m hungry and tired and not in the mood to do this right now.” He sat at the table, resolutely not looking anywhere in Sam’s direction.
“Well, that’s too bad. Because we’re doing this right now,” Sam said. “No more running, no more denying whatever is going on.” Sam stalked over to where Dean was sitting and lifted him to his feet, slamming him against the nearest wall. “Look at me, Dean,” Sam demanded. “Look at me. I’m not your little Sammy anymore.”
He stepped back and spread his arms, letting his brother look his fill. He was proud of how his body had developed over the last few years. He was strong and solid. More than capable of holding his own in any fight.
Dean finally met his eyes and Sam could see the war raging inside.
“Yes, you are,” Dean whispered. “You always will be. You’re my little brother, Sammy. It’s my job to look after you.”
“I know,” Sam agreed stepping back into Dean’s space. “But you don’t have to anymore. I need you to realize that if we’re going to make this work. You have to trust that I can take care of myself. You’ll always be my big brother, Dean. Nothing will ever change that. But it’s time for you to see that I’ve grown up. You can look after yourself now.”
Dean sighed and slowly brought a hand up to rest on Sam’s bare chest, right over his heart, his eyes tracing over each ridged muscle. “When did this happen?” he asked.
“When you weren’t looking.”
“God, Sam,” Dean said.
“It’s okay. It’ll be okay.”
“I don’t know if I can do this.”
“But you want to?”
“Yes.”
“Then we’ll be fine,” Sam said resting his hand over Dean’s. “Just let go.”
That seemed to be all the encouragement Dean needed as Sam felt Dean’s lips cover his. It wasn’t brief, it wasn’t tentative. It was the kiss of a man who had been starving for it. And Sam gave back as good as he got. He had waited too long for this and there was no way he was letting Dean get away this time.
“Bed. Now,” Dean said pulling back from the kiss.
“Yes,” Sam agreed as he started walking backwards towards the nearest horizontal surface. “But you are way overdressed.”
“Why don’t you do something about it then?” Dean challenged.
Oh, it was going to be like that, was it? Sam thought. Well, he would give Dean just what he wanted.
He roughly pushed Dean’s jacket and over shirt off his shoulders before gripping the t-shirt firmly and ripping it straight down the middle. He carelessly tossed it aside before turning them around and pushing Dean down on to the bed.
“That really shouldn’t be as hot as it is,” Dean confessed.
“Oh, we’re just getting started,” Sam said with a smirk.
He roughly undid Dean’s pants before yanking them down to his knees. Ridding Dean of his boots before proceeding, Sam soon had Dean right where he wanted him – naked and spread out on the bed just for him. His cock jutting almost straight out from his body, flushed dark red and his chest heaving from the harsh panting. He was beautiful.
Sam quickly removed his own boxers before sprawling over his brother. The first contact of their naked flesh made them both moan with pleasure. Sam leaned in to resume the kiss that had been cut too short from before. He felt Dean wrap one leg around his waist, bringing them closer together. Sam rocked his hips down into Dean’s, loving the feeling of their cocks rubbing together. He felt Dean buck up and try to flip their position, but he held firm, pressing Dean back into the mattress.
“Come on, Sam,” he whined.
“We’ll get there, Dean. Just be patient.”
Sam was quickly developing an obsession with Dean's mouth and dived back in to taste it again. He couldn't get enough. After so many years of being denied this, finally being able to have it, to haveDean, was mind blowing. Sam finally gave in to his desires and dropped his weight fully onto Dean. The moan that they both let out echoed in the small room and only spurred Sam on to wanting more. He circled his hips, grinding down into Dean, feeling their cocks rub together. He sped up, feeling Dean thrust back up into him. One hand strayed down Dean's body, stroking over skin along the way before coming to rest on Dean's hip. He squeezed, kneading the muscle with his large hands. Dean moaned louder and sucked hard on Sam's tongue. He wrapped one leg around Sam's lower back bucked up hard. Neither of them would last much longer at this rate. Sam tore his mouth away from Dean's, kissing down his neck to his shoulder and sucking a bruise there.
"Sam," Dean moaned. "Can't hold…gonna…"
"It's okay. I got you. Just let go," Sam reassured him.
Sam felt Dean's hips stutter before he let out a low groan and his come splashed between them. Sam followed not long after, letting loose his release to mix with Dean's. He rolled off to the side, panting hard as he came down from his orgasm.
"That was…" Dean said.
"Oh, yeah," Sam agreed.
"You really have grown up, Sammy."
"Yes, I have."
"Think you'll be up for some more growing later?"
Sam looked over and saw the smile on Dean's face. He laughed before leaning over and kissing Dean one more time.
"Oh, I think there'll be plenty of growing in my future."
THE END
