Supernatural Fan Fiction ❯ Fey Child ❯ Chapter 12

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Chapter 12

 

Bobby frowned as he finished dishing up their meal. He knew what was going on, even if the boys didn't. Cearnach had made sure he knew what to look for and expect when they'd had their little talk. Frankly the fact that they'd lasted this long without taking that last step was amazing, from what the older Fey had said it should have happened within weeks of their reunion. But no one did stubborn like a Winchester. Plus being on the road and often in grimy motel rooms...looked like he was going on a trip.

 

Bobby looked up as the two came noisily down the stairs, freshly showered and thankfully fully dressed. Sam had also put his glamour back up which was good since walking around with his eyes closed was not easy!

 

“I've got a hunt lined up couple of towns away so don't burn the place down while I'm gone. Should be back by the end of the week.” He announced once they were finished eating.

 

“Need help?” Dean offered but Bobby shook his head.

 

“Nope, it's a milk run. You two stay out of trouble.”

 

“Yes sir.” They chimed at the same time and he smiled at them before going to gather his things. There wasn't a hunt but he'd probably be able to find one, if not he could find something to do. He just really hoped they did what they needed to while he was gone.

 

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Sam watched as Dean tinkered with the Impala's engine. It was kind of nice having the place to themselves, though he felt bad for embarrassing Bobby. Was that why he'd left for a bit? Sam frowned and then shifted to rest his back against the wooden support, his eyes automatically tracing over Dean's bare chest. And what a sight it was. He let his head thud back against the wood in frustration, what was wrong with him? Dean wanted slow!

 

“Sammy?” Dean called in concern so Sam waved a lazy hand at him, earning a snort of amusement and Dean going back to his work. Sam closed his eyes and half dozed in the warm sunlight. He nearly jumped as a shadow eclipsed the sun but smiled instead as he felt Dean's presence above him. He opened his eyes and smiled up at Dean who playfully dumped his glass of water over Sam's head. Sam yelped and jumped to his feet, chasing after Dean but keeping to human speed to make the chase fun.

 

Dean laughed as Sam tackled him to the ground only to freeze as Sam pushed his hips into him. He looked up to see Sam focusing his gaze on his lips. Dean swallowed before arching up to kiss Sam. Sam buried one hand in his hair and gripped the back of his neck gently with the other to help stabilise his position. Dean held onto Sam's shoulders tightly as the kiss deepened, tongues duelling for dominance. Sam pulled him up and Dean found himself straddling Sam's legs in the dust of the yard. The change in position left their hands free to wander the others body and Dean gasped as Sam pulled at his belt.

 

“Sam...Sammy stop.” He pushed lightly at Sam's chest and the younger man pulled back, hurt obvious in his eyes.

“No Sam, it's okay. But not out here. Inside Sam.” That brought Sam's smile back and Dean squawked as he was easily lifted and then Sam was running inside and up the stairs to their room. Dean knew they should stop, slow down but he didn't want to. Every time Sam touched him it was like an electrical current surged through him and made it rather hard to think.

 

Sam gently lowered Dean to the bed and Dean yanked him down on top of himself while shoving Sam's shirt up. Sam grabbed it and ripped it off before reaching for Dean's belt again before pausing to look at Dean nervously. Dean reached down and placed his hands over Sam's, kissing him deeply before reaching up to Sam's belt. Sam relaxed and they continued undressing each other. Their jeans, boxer and boots were kicked aside, left to lie where they fell as Dean rolled them so he was on top. Sam nodded and lay relaxed beneath him, letting Dean call the shots. After all this was one area where Sam had more experience and he wanted Dean to be comfortable. He didn't really mind which way this went, he liked both though he did have more experience at being on the receiving end when with another male.

 

Neither of them paid any attention when Sam's glamour melted away and he began to glow, softly at first but as things became more heated it intensified. Staring down at Sam as he thrust into him all Dean could focus on where tri-coloured eyes, the light too bright to look anywhere else, not that he really wanted to. If he had he would have noticed the glow slowly spreading from Sam's body to his own.

 

Dean collapsed on top of Sam, knowing the Fey could easily handle his weight and it wasn't like he could move with Sam's arm wrapped tightly around his waist, holding him in place. They were both breathing hard and covered in sweat but it wasn't uncomfortable, yet. He smiled as Sam nuzzled into his neck sleepily.

 

“Sleep.” Sam breathed, somehow pulling him closer as he drifted off. Dean sighed but knew there was no way he was moving till Sam let go so he gave up and let himself relax into sleep.

 

TBC...

Short I know but this seemed to need its own chapter. Sorry if it isn't that good but I do try with this sort of thing.