Log: Complete

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When; February 26th (curse day~)
Rating; NC-17
Characters; Sam Winchester visioning and Dean Winchester no_chickflicks
Summary; Time to kiss and make up for the Winchester boys. …kind of. (Yep, Wincest ahoy~) Takes place after this thread.
Log;

Dean followed his brother up the stairs to their apartment, mind lost in thought the whole time. When the two brother's entered the room, Dean walked over to the kitchen and grabbed a beer from the fridge. He turned to Sam and gestured, "Want one?" Dean figured he'd need a little liquid courage, even though he didn't want to hide anything from his brother for once, which was weird in and of itself. Dean never liked spilling his guts to anyone, even Sam.

Staying further away than normal, Sam simply watched, silent the entire time. Even at the offer of beer, he simply nodded his head, still yet to close the gap between them. It was...difficult, trying to work out what to say. What to do. It was Dean. His brother. And now, there was something else there between them.

Dean stepped up towards Sam, handing him the beer, though he still remained an arms length away. He wanted to say something to Sammy, but he had no idea what. After everything that's happened and everything that had been said, it was difficult. Dean cleared his throat and looked away from Sammy taking a sip of his beer.

"Dean, I don't understand why this is so hard." Taking the bottle from his brother, Sam took a few mouthfuls, before turning away and heading back toward the main room. He remained standing, despite the number of seats surrounding him. "You're my brother. I get that. But that didn't stop you feeling all that about me. And...it's not stopping how I'm feeling about y--" He cut himself off, almost growling at himself. Why couldn't he just shut up?

Dean stood in the kitchen for a moment after his brother left, only following him once Sam began speaking. He walked into the main room after his brother and starred at Sam's back, watching the muscles tense and release beneath his shirt.

"I- I tried to stop feeling it, because you're my brother." Dean shook his head, once again he has no idea why he was saying all these things. He paused. "What exactly is it you feel?"

Sighing to himself, Sam shook his head. He himself didn't know exactly what he was feeling. Everything was just...an idea. Something similar to feelings he'd once had. But now, they all seemed to have morphed into something else. "I care about you, more than anything. The only thing I want is for you to be happy. Whatever that means to me." He sighed, his gaze dropping to the bottle he held. "But all of this, it feels...selfish. I want to stay with you, no matter what it takes."

Dean took another long swig of his beer before setting the bottle down on one of the end tables. Dean walked over to the couch and sat down, resting his hands on his knees. He hung his head and sighed softly. "I don't want you to leave. I can't- If you leave me again-" He lifted a hand and ran his fingers through his short spiked hair, rubbing his head. His voice quieted, "You can't leave me again."

Glancing back over to Dean, Sam gave a weak smile. "I don't want to. But I also don't want to hurt you." They'd been over it already, a number of times before. But it was a subject he just wasn't able to drop. "I'll stay with you for as long as it's safe." After that, Dean already knew what he wanted.

Taking a deep breath, Sam turned round properly, taking a few short steps over to stand in front of Dean. Looking down at his brother, Sam forced a weak smile. "Dean, I don't know what to do. I don't know what you're expecting from me. But if it means things can stay like this, I'll do whatever I have to."

Dean let his hand drop back down to his leg and looked up at his brother when Sammy walked over to him. He leaned back against the couch and just kept looking at his brother. Dean really had no idea what to say right now. For once, he was completely at a loss for words.

"Stay like what? What exactly is going on between us?" Dean had no idea. Things had happened, but what was going to happen now? They were brothers, and brothers weren't supposed to be together like how Dean wanted them to be.

"Do you think I have any idea either?" He was just as confused as Dean, not knowing why either of them was feeling anything more than brotherly affection. Dean had been the one to bring him up, to look out for him for most of his life. He knew it was more than a brother was meant to do. But it felt completely normal.

...if things had been different, would the situation have changed though?

"Being with you, even just around you...it's normal. It's comfortable. And I wont let that change." He sighed, ducking down to place a hand against the sofa beside Dean's head for support. "The brother part. I can't...forget about it. But I don't..." A shake of his head, and Sam closed the gap, placing a short, soft kiss on Dean's lips instead, before ducking his head away. "I don't know what this is."

“Will it be comfortable again, knowing what we know now? About these- feelings?” Dean shook his head again. He didn’t know if things could go back to the way they were, or even if he wanted them to. It all depended on Sammy, and on what Sammy felt. Dean couldn’t ignore the fact that they were brothers and it was still all wrong, but if it meant being with Sam, being with his brother, he would try. He closed his eyes to give himself a moment to think. Having his brother standing there in front of him, so close, it clouded his judgement, he couldn’t think straight.

When Sam kissed him, his eyes flew open and he stared, shocked, straight ahead. Dean looked down briefly before his eyes swing back up to his brother. He lifted a hand and gently trailed a finger over Sam’s cheek. “I don’t know either. But- We’re brothers. I- I want you, and I can’t stop it.” He moved his hand back into Sammy’s hair.

"I don't think so. I want them to be, but I just...don't know." If things could stay comfortable, even after everything, then it'd all be so much easier. Instead, they were going to change everything between them for the sake of...what?

Dean's words were all he needed to answer that question. Dean wanted...whatever it was, as much as he did. If not more. And if Sam was the only one who could give it to him, then he'd do just that. "...then don't. Tell me what you want, Dean."

"You need to decide. Do you want comfortable? Normal?" Dean was afraid of Sam's answer, afraid that he would be turned down, again, even if the last time it was because of those stupid heart shards. "Or do you want this?" At that Dean pulled Sammy's head down so their lips could meet in a heated rush. Dean's mouth opening, his tongue licking over Sam's lips, asking for entrance. He pulled back to answer Sam's question.

"I want you."

He couldn't help himself. Mouth opening slightly, Sam kissed back with equal force. A knee rose up, resting between his legs as he pressed Dean back against the sofa. "...then you can have me." And that was all he managed to mutter, before ducking in once again, his free hand moving round to the back of Dean's neck.

Dean growled at Sam's words and he brought their lips together once again. His grip in Sam's hair tightened as his tongue made its way into Sam's mouth. At the first taste of Sam, Dean moaned, his other arm came up and wrapped itself around Sam's waist, his hand making it's way under his brother's shirt to run over the muscles of Sam's back. He arched his back, bringing himself closer to Sam, wanting to be as close to him as possible.

There was nothing to blame this time. No shards. No curse...other than the fact they didn't seem to be able to shut up. No alcohol...other than the few sips. Okay, so maybe there were excuses, but he wasn't going to even consider them right then. Everything that was happening was down to them alone. "...Dean." Pulling away a little, Sam's eyes closed briefly, relishing the feel of Dean's hands on him. His Dean.

Dean was completely wrapped up in the feel of his brother. The heat radiated from the body above him, the feel of Sam's back beneath his hand. The feel, taste and smell of Sammy filling his every sense. Dean couldn't get enough of him. When Sam stopped the kiss, a small whimper escaped from Dean's mouth, though Dean would deny it's entire existence. He looked at his brother, taking in Sammy's every feature. Dean tugged on Sammy, pulling him closer. He lifted Sam's head back and pressed his mouth in a dry kiss to Sam's neck, right over his pulse point, before licking the same spot and blowing cool air over it.

A quiet groan escaped him, teeth gritting slightly to stop himself from letting out any more. Dean seemed to know exactly where to touch him. How to touch him. Though Sam refused to dwell on how he knew it all. Instead, he'd focus on one thing, and one thing alone. Dean. Panting a little, Sam looked back down to Dean, a hand reaching down to the hem of Dean's shirt, before tucking underneath to run a gentle trail up the front of Dean's chest.

Dean moved the hand that was in Sam's hair down to join the other one beneath Sam's shirt. He slowly began to pull the shirt up, arching underneath Sam's own hand under his shirt. He pulled back from Sam long enough to pull Sam's shirt over his head and tossing it over to some corner of the room before moving back in, his mouth attaching itself to Sam's once again. He ran his hands down Sam's chest, digging his nails into the skin there.

Shivering a little, Sam's other knee came up to rest on the sofa, leaving him sitting lightly on one of Dean's legs. The hand on the sofa slid round, moving to take a grip of the material of the others collar. Pulling him closer, he grinned, before a moan escaped him, muffled by Dean's own mouth. He wanted...more than he could ever explain, more than he could ever ask for. But at the same time, he wanted everything that Dean was willing to give him.

Dean reached down with one hand to the back of Sammy's leg, the one between his own. He lifted it and moved it over so that Sam was now straddling him. He moved his hand back up, and pulled Sam closer at the same time he moved his hips forward to meet Sam's.

What Dean wanted, and what Dean was willing to give, was everything. He knew it was selfish to feel that way, but he couldn't help it. He wanted his brother, he wanted Sam, in every way he could have him, and once he did, he wouldn't let him go.

He moved without hesitation, sitting back gently on Dean's own legs. Shivering, though not from the lack of clothing, Sam pulled back, taking the opportunity to regain his breath.

This was...something he hadn't ever expected. Even after Dean's earlier 'attempts'. He'd fully expected his brother to pass them all off as curses. Something he'd had no control over. Not to now be where they were, on the sofa, 'making out' for lack of a better phrase. Not them.

Dean ran his hands back up Sam's chest and over his shoulders to pull Sam that much more closer towards him. He kissed down Sam's jaw, nipping lightly. Growling softly Dean turned Sam so that they flipped over, now laying on the couch, Dean over top of his brother. Dean pushed himself up slightly, his hands on either side of Sam's head, looking down at his brother. His necklace hung down, grazing Sammy's skin.

Propping himself up onto his elbows, Sam smirked up at his brother. "Well?" A combination of a question and an invite. He'd take every moment that Dean was willing to give him, and relish in it. After all, this was Dean. The same guy that had been there for him every step of his life. Even those few years away. He was both his family and his friend. And now...

Reaching a hand up, it twisted into Dean's shirt, pulling him down once again as he crushed their mouths together. Now, it was something new, and something he wasn't going to back away from. Not again.

Dean just smirked back at his brother, his eyes lighting. "Just looking, is all." When Sam pulled him down he was ready for it, expecting it. He knew his brother wasn't all lollipops and candy canes. Dean let his body lower til he was pinning Sam to the couch. He moved one of Sam's hands so it was now laying to the top of his brother's head. He held the hand there with his own, his other making it's way down Sam's side, his fingers sliding underneath the edge of Sammy's pants, teasing the skin there.

Falling back to the sofa, Sam grinned, his arm moving without resistance, amused at Dean's response. His grin disappeared a moment later, as a whimper escaped him. Practically squirming under his touch, Sam tried to push himself up. One hand held down, the other pinned, it left him with little he was able to do, other than trying to lift his hips a little. "You're heavier then you look," he managed to mutter between kisses.

Dean shifted to the side slightly, trailing kissed down Sam's neck and moving his hand around from his brother's hip to the front of his jeans. He flashed his brother a grin at the comment, "Yeah, but you like it."

Slowly, Dean started to unbutton his brother's jeans, pressing just that much harder with each button. Once the pants were undone, Dean slide his hand beneath the fabric to cover his brother's groin, rubbing his cock to full hardness, all the while nuzzling and nipping at Sam's exposed throat.

Whatever retort made it into his mind was lost before it entered his mouth. All because of one hand and its 'relocation'. Instead, a loud groan tore out of him, unable to remain inside from even a moments contact. His breaths came as pants, eyes closing as he arched up into Dean's touch. "D-Dean..." Those few weeks had been too long.

Dean continued his ministrations. He moved his head so his mouth was directly by Sam's hear, "Yeeeessss?" His voice was soft, almost a whisper.

"I want..." His voice failed him as he yanked down on Dean's shirt, his mouth moving to Dean's neck as he muffled the newest moan. "..want..." The only word he managed to say, before lips began a journey of their own, nibbling a trail up toward Dean's ear. Tongue lapping gently around the flesh, he pulled back a little, enough to whisper words of his own. "I want you."

The nips to his ear had Dean shivering, eyes closing and a moan coming out of his throat. Dean chuckled at Sam, "Then take what you want." His voice came out at a low pitch before he licked up around the shell of Sam's ear. "You know you want to." Even though this was his brother and it's everything he's wanted since he was sixteen Dean still couldn't be fully serious, he just didn't have it in him.

"Jerk." He should've been retaliating more. But yet again, Dean's actions were enough to force it into submission. Instead, Sam simply dropped his hand away from Dean's shirt, his hand sliding down to pull at the hem of Dean's shirt. At the same time, his free leg moved, knee rising, to give him the leverage he needed to lift his hips up toward Dean.

Dean brought his hand out of Sam's pants and pushed his hips down to meet Sam's. He lifted his head up and smirked down at his brother, "Come on Sammy. Don't hold back on me."

It was a growl this time, brought on by the loss of Dean's hand. Grinding up against Dean, Sam tugged at his shirt. "Off." The only word he muttered before ungraciously pulling the material up to remove the barrier.

Dean chuckled once again and brought his hand up to help Sammy remove his shirt. The cool air against his heated skin felt nice, and the feel of Sam's chest against his own when he lowered his body back down was even better.

Taking the opportunity to free his own hand, Sam placed one on each of Dean's shoulders, pushing him up and away. Enough to allow him the space to dart forward, his mouth attaching itself on Dean's chest. A hard task, given the lack of space. Sucking lightly, his teeth grazed a path along the warm flesh, before coming to a stop on Dean's collarbone.

Dean gasped at the feeling of teeth on his skin. He let his head fall forward, eyes closed his breath becoming somewhat ragged. He brought a hand up and entwined his fingers in Sam's hair, his other hand holding them up. "Looks like that mouth is good for things other than just talking"

Smirking slightly, his teeth bit down harder, enough to mark without breaking the skin. Had it been any other situation, he'd probably end up angry at his brother too. But, he just couldn't be. Not when he was enjoying himself this much. Brushing a tongue over the marked flesh, he then pulled back, resting back against the sofa again, smirk still there.

Dean groaned as Sam’s teeth dug into his skin. He could feel the blood pooling in his groin, his cock twitching at the sensation. His hand was still entwined in Sam’s hair, fingers tightening, gripping the long strands before releasing slightly. He pulled his brother’s head back, revealing his throat. Dean smirked before lowering his mouth to kiss Sam’s pulse point softly right before he bit into the soft flesh and sucking lightly. Let’s see how Sammy likes it.

His grip on Dean's shoulders tightened, squeezing tightly as he let out yet another moan. If Dean was planning to tease him like that, then Sam wasn't going to let him get away with it scot-free. Lifting a leg up, Sam wrapped it round the back of Dean's knees, dragging them both as close as possible as he arched up against him.

Dean hissed as their groins rubbed together, the friction created sending jolts of pleasure up his spine. He started rocking his hips forward against Sam's. "Fuck- Sammy.." His voice sounded strained and he bit down on Sam's shoulder to stifle another moan.

Dean's voice. His breaths. His reactions. Each and every response he made was because of them. The two of them, in this position. He was the one eliciting these reactions from his brother. That thought alone was enough to cause a smile to erupt on his face, amidst the groans that didn't seem to want to stop. Grinding back against Dean, Sam's eyes screwed shut, his breaths barely catching as his fingers dug tighter into Dean's shoulders.

Dean continued thrusting his hips down into his brothers, his pace starting to pick up. His breath was beginning to come in pants now, his breaths hot on Sammy's neck. "God- Sammy.." His brother's name came out in a strained moan. One hand moved down to behind Sammy's hip and with each thrust down he lifted Sammy's up, moving harder and faster each time.

:His hands slid down to Dean's hips, levering himself in unison. It took all he had to remind himself to breath, his only focus seeming to be the burning feeling in the pit of his stomach, that warmth that exuded from his brother as he panted above him. "Dean, I..." His head buried against Dean's shoulder, hips bucking high against his brother as Sam fought for some kind of control over himself. ...which just didn't seem to be working.

Dean’s eyes closed when Sammy placed his hands on Dean’s hips. He relished the feeling. His brother’s hands on him, the feel of his brother’s hips against his own, his brother’s body moving beneath his. His eyes opened when he’s brother began talking. Dean lifted his head, his hips never slowing down, he looked Sammy in the eye. “What? You what, Sammy?” Sweat was starting to form on Dean’s face and shoulders and chest, his skin starting to gleam.

"I can't..." Hold on? Wait? Believe they were even doing this? He wasn't even able to think of an ending to his sentence, yet alone say it. Instead, Sam pushed his head up, his lips closing on Dean's as he kissed him almost hungrily. He could feel it, the telltale tightening in his stomach, the heat building up in his groin. Another grind against his brother, and Sam was letting out a loud groan as his vision turned white.

Dean was just about to ask what it was that Sammy couldn't when his brother's mouth closed over his. All thoughts of what his brother was trying to say flew out of his mind as Dean began to kiss his brother back, matching Sam's hunger with his own. He felt his brother cum beneath him, the jerk of his brother's hips and the tightening of his body sending Dean following after him. Dean jerked his hips down a few more times before he let go with a loud groan that was swallowed up by his brother.

Only when his lungs screamed for air, did Sam pull away. Panting heavily, Sam's head fell back against the sofa as he tried to force air back into his body. His hand remained glued to Dean, despite the shudders that still seemed to be passing through him. That had been...new. On more counts than it seemed. And at the same time, it felt as though it were the most normal thing he could do. Now.

Dean's body remained tight as he rode out the aftershocks of his orgasm. Once his vision cleared he allowed himself to relax and his body simply flopped over Sam's. He closed his eyes and his breathing was deep. He brought a hand up to his brother's hair and gently stroked the now wet strands with his thumb.

A few more shuddering breaths, and Sam's arms finally relaxed, releasing their tight grip on Dean's waist. Instead, one arm wrapped around Dean, the other dropping lifelessly back to the sofa. "...still say you're heavy..." he eventually muttered, shifting tiredly beneath him.

Dean chuckled softly at Sam's remark. "Don't care."

He moved his free hand over to cover Sam's, entwining their fingers together. Dean shifted along with Sammy until they were both in a comfortable position. "Not moving." Dean's voice was groggy. He lazily nuzzled his brother's neck.

Screw Dean's notion for 'no chickflick moments'. Holding his brother tightly against him, Sam couldn't help but nuzzle into Dean's hair, his hand gripping Dean's back equally. Thing were going to be decidedly more different now. But at the same time, they were still going to be the same. Dean was still the one person he trusted implicitly. This just made things...bigger.