Supernatural Fan Fiction ❯ Fey Child ❯ Chapter 11

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Chapter 11

 

Bobby smiled as he watched Dean and Sam messing around in his yard. It was good to see the boys being just that, boys. He laughed as Sam got Dean with the hose and Dean was left spluttering in fake anger before taking off after the younger man. Bobby knew Sam was still having nightmares about Meg and that was part of the reason they were still at his place, the other was so Sam had the freedom to be him as much as possible. Inside the house Sam kept his glamour on for Bobby's sake but outside he let it go and Bobby just made sure not to look directly at him.

 

Dean growled and lunged at Sam even as he tried to shake the water out of his hair and eyes. The sound of Sam's laughter made him grin as he tackled the younger male to the ground, the hose soaking them both in the process. Sam grinned and stole a quick kiss before shoving Dean off and hosing him down again. Dean spluttered and then the chase was on again.

 

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Dean smiled as he ran his fingers through Sam's hair. Sam was curled up beside him still fast asleep with his head pillowed on Dean's chest. He knew they needed to move on soon but it was nice being able to just relax and let Sam get the hang of being who he truly was now. Dean had gotten used to Sam hugging or kissing him for no reason and at any time though he knew he'd have to get him to tone it down in public or it could cause trouble.

 

They still hadn't gone further than kissing and gentle touches but neither wanted to rush things. Besides doing that with Bobby only a few feet down the hall? So not happening if Dean had any say in it.

 

He grinned as Sam slowly opened his eyes and yawned, curling even closer and dropping a sleepy kiss to Dean's chest.

 

“Hey.” Sam greeted, moving further up to give Dean a proper kiss. Dean held him close as they kissed, still surprised at how natural it felt. He'd been hesitant at first but Sam had just fallen into their kisses, pouring everything into them and that had helped Dean accept that what they were doing was alright.

 

This time though Sam didn't pull back after a while. Instead he rolled so he was lying on top of Dean and began to rub against him. Dean groaned and pulled him closer. Lips and teeth clashed as their kisses grew more fevered. Dean rolled them over so he was lying over Sam, laying kisses all over his face. Sam was glowing softly not that Dean was really paying attention to that or the little voice in the back of his head that was insisting he slow down.

 

Sam was moaning and whimpering, pleading for more and Dean was happy to oblige as he yanked Sam's t-shirt off. Sam took the easier route of simply ripping Dean's to shreds and then pushing the pieces aside as his hands roamed Dean's back. Dean moved down Sam's chest, focusing on finding all those little spots that would turn the Fey into mush. It didn't take long to turn Sam into a writhing, moaning, incoherent mess. Reaching down he yanked Sam's boxers off even as he wriggled out of his own. Sam was glowing brightly by this point, the room bathed in the light created by his magic but Dean didn't take any notice of it. Thankfully someone else had. They both yelped and tumbled off the bed as freezing water doused them. Dean shook his head and slowly focused on the doorway.

 

“That cool you boys off?” Asked a gruff voice and finally Dean managed to focus on Bobby who was standing there, eyes closed and an empty bucket in hand.

“Breakfasts waiting.”

 

“Dean?” Sam called, looking around in a daze, still a bit out of it. Dean got up and helped Sam up, blushing a bit as Sam stared openly at him.

 

“We need to get cleaned up, breakfast is ready.” Dean told him, steering Sam towards the bathroom.

 

“Oh.”

 

TBC...