Supernatural, 1000 words
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exeterlindenFandom: Supernatural
Pairing: Sam/Dean/OFC, preslash
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: None
Summary: Leigh thought that the Impala sounded "awesome" and said that she'd really like to see it. She was half leaning against Dean on the bench, but she was looking straight at Sam while she said it...
Notes: Third of four short stories (can be read separately). 1/4: Clarissa, 2/4: Marianne.
Thank you so much toshay_renoylds and kazminka for beta!
Leigh
In the first months after they had buried their Dad, Dean did a lot of drinking. It was a shitty way of coping, but it sure as hell beat cutting heads off of vampires.
Sam went along and drank half as much beer as Dean. He stopped some bar fights, joined in on others. He spent a lot of time waiting around while Dean had sex with barmaids and waitresses; drunk girls from small towns who were looking for something to happen on their day off.
He didn't like it. Didn't like working through the grief in that way, paying with his body, with bruises and hangovers. He protested to begin with, but in the end he put up with it because he remembered twelve-year-old Dean meticulously following every instruction their Dad had given him before leaving for a hunt; Dean's soldier attitude in his adult life, and his unquestioning loyalty towards their father.
He also remembered drunken messages left on his voicemail the first couple of weeks after he had left for college.
In April a fluke case brought them to St. Augustine, Florida, to a dirty-hot bar where they met Leigh.
Leigh was skinny and tiny. She had big eyes and black hair that looked unkempt. She was also pretty drunk when Dean brought her to their table. Sam surreptitiously checked her ID from her bag when she and Dean went to the bar for shots, but she checked out clean - 23 years old - and Sam had fabricated enough fake cards to know that this one was real.
She was a college student, young enough that there was a lot of "Oh my god, I can't believe you guys are brothers" and “I’m, like, so wasted,” but Sam was too drunk to care, and Dean never did.
Leigh thought that the Impala sounded "awesome" and said that she'd really like to see it. She was half leaning against Dean on the bench, but she was looking straight at Sam while she said it, so he followed them outside to the parking lot. Dean moved slow and careful like he did when he was really drunk. Leigh walked along beside him on too high heels, a little unsteady on the gravel.
She wasn't interested in the Impala. Five minutes later she was pressed up against the back wall of the bar, with Dean leaning into her and nuzzling her neck while she was kissing Sam.
The air was hot and moist, and the night was loud with the sound of cars and people shouting. Sam was hot underneath his clothes, restless, aware of the noise, the heat, and Dean moving next to him.
Leigh was panting into his mouth, turned on and unashamed, writhing against them. When she turned her head back to kiss Dean her fingers twined around Sam's wrist, keeping him there, while her other hand was rubbing over Dean's erection, obvious underneath the thin denim of his jeans.
Sam watched, dazed, as their kissing turned messier and open-mouthed, tiny strings of saliva stretching out between their lips when one of them broke away. Leigh let go of Sam's wrist to fumble blindly, catching him by a belt loop, putting her hand on his ass to bring him in closer.
"Fuck this."
Dean's voice sounded raw as he reached down between their bodies. Sam heard the snap and clank of Dean undoing his belt and looked down to see Dean fumble desperately with the button and zipper of his jeans. Leigh was pushing her skirt up and lifting her foot out of one leg of her lace panties, eagerly, like this what was she had been expecting all long. Which, maybe, it was.
Dean lifted her up and Sam saw a glimpse of her trimmed pubic hair, a glimpse of Dean's cock moving in between her thighs before they settled, moving together beneath the cover of her skirt.
He should have left right then, but he couldn't bring himself to do it. He ended up just standing there, leaning into them dizzily. After a little while, Leigh turned her head and kissed him sloppily and he took her mouth, feeling intensely grateful. Dean's breath was wet and hot on one side of his face. He placed a hand on her, wanting to be part of it.
He leaned in further. He placed his other hand on the small of Dean's back, feeling him first losing, then recovering the rhythm beneath his hand. His fingers skittered onto bare skin, and he could feel his brother's thick muscles working.
Leigh was losing it quickly; one hand slipping beneath her skirt and one hand clutching Sam's jacket, chanting "This is so hot, this is so hot, this is so hot," in a soft whine. She was writhing like she was trying to squirm off Dean, but her legs were twined tightly around his hips. She turned her face upwards, straining, and Sam kissed the pale spot underneath her chin while he listened to their noises, loud in the space between their faces.
Leigh came loudly, gasping and shaking. Dean tensed up, squeezed his eyes tight shut, let Leigh put her legs down so he could rest his arm against the wall and lean into it. He came holding his breath, while Sam's hand was still splayed out on his back.
After a few minutes Dean turned his head towards Sam.
"Look,"
Dean didn't finish the sentence. Instead he reached up and squeezed Sam's neck. The warm touch of his hand was unsettlingly familiar. The contrasting cold point of his ring raised the small hairs down Sam's spine.
When they got back to the motel Sam went to the bathroom and jerked off, kneeling on the bathroom tile because he didn't trust himself to stay standing. When he came back out Dean was asleep, or he was pretending to be. There was a smear of pink lipstick on his chin.
They didn't talk about it.
Part 4: Andie
Pairing: Sam/Dean/OFC, preslash
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: None
Summary: Leigh thought that the Impala sounded "awesome" and said that she'd really like to see it. She was half leaning against Dean on the bench, but she was looking straight at Sam while she said it...
Notes: Third of four short stories (can be read separately). 1/4: Clarissa, 2/4: Marianne.
Thank you so much to
shay_renoylds and kazminka for beta!Leigh
In the first months after they had buried their Dad, Dean did a lot of drinking. It was a shitty way of coping, but it sure as hell beat cutting heads off of vampires.
Sam went along and drank half as much beer as Dean. He stopped some bar fights, joined in on others. He spent a lot of time waiting around while Dean had sex with barmaids and waitresses; drunk girls from small towns who were looking for something to happen on their day off.
He didn't like it. Didn't like working through the grief in that way, paying with his body, with bruises and hangovers. He protested to begin with, but in the end he put up with it because he remembered twelve-year-old Dean meticulously following every instruction their Dad had given him before leaving for a hunt; Dean's soldier attitude in his adult life, and his unquestioning loyalty towards their father.
He also remembered drunken messages left on his voicemail the first couple of weeks after he had left for college.
In April a fluke case brought them to St. Augustine, Florida, to a dirty-hot bar where they met Leigh.
Leigh was skinny and tiny. She had big eyes and black hair that looked unkempt. She was also pretty drunk when Dean brought her to their table. Sam surreptitiously checked her ID from her bag when she and Dean went to the bar for shots, but she checked out clean - 23 years old - and Sam had fabricated enough fake cards to know that this one was real.
She was a college student, young enough that there was a lot of "Oh my god, I can't believe you guys are brothers" and “I’m, like, so wasted,” but Sam was too drunk to care, and Dean never did.
Leigh thought that the Impala sounded "awesome" and said that she'd really like to see it. She was half leaning against Dean on the bench, but she was looking straight at Sam while she said it, so he followed them outside to the parking lot. Dean moved slow and careful like he did when he was really drunk. Leigh walked along beside him on too high heels, a little unsteady on the gravel.
She wasn't interested in the Impala. Five minutes later she was pressed up against the back wall of the bar, with Dean leaning into her and nuzzling her neck while she was kissing Sam.
The air was hot and moist, and the night was loud with the sound of cars and people shouting. Sam was hot underneath his clothes, restless, aware of the noise, the heat, and Dean moving next to him.
Leigh was panting into his mouth, turned on and unashamed, writhing against them. When she turned her head back to kiss Dean her fingers twined around Sam's wrist, keeping him there, while her other hand was rubbing over Dean's erection, obvious underneath the thin denim of his jeans.
Sam watched, dazed, as their kissing turned messier and open-mouthed, tiny strings of saliva stretching out between their lips when one of them broke away. Leigh let go of Sam's wrist to fumble blindly, catching him by a belt loop, putting her hand on his ass to bring him in closer.
"Fuck this."
Dean's voice sounded raw as he reached down between their bodies. Sam heard the snap and clank of Dean undoing his belt and looked down to see Dean fumble desperately with the button and zipper of his jeans. Leigh was pushing her skirt up and lifting her foot out of one leg of her lace panties, eagerly, like this what was she had been expecting all long. Which, maybe, it was.
Dean lifted her up and Sam saw a glimpse of her trimmed pubic hair, a glimpse of Dean's cock moving in between her thighs before they settled, moving together beneath the cover of her skirt.
He should have left right then, but he couldn't bring himself to do it. He ended up just standing there, leaning into them dizzily. After a little while, Leigh turned her head and kissed him sloppily and he took her mouth, feeling intensely grateful. Dean's breath was wet and hot on one side of his face. He placed a hand on her, wanting to be part of it.
He leaned in further. He placed his other hand on the small of Dean's back, feeling him first losing, then recovering the rhythm beneath his hand. His fingers skittered onto bare skin, and he could feel his brother's thick muscles working.
Leigh was losing it quickly; one hand slipping beneath her skirt and one hand clutching Sam's jacket, chanting "This is so hot, this is so hot, this is so hot," in a soft whine. She was writhing like she was trying to squirm off Dean, but her legs were twined tightly around his hips. She turned her face upwards, straining, and Sam kissed the pale spot underneath her chin while he listened to their noises, loud in the space between their faces.
Leigh came loudly, gasping and shaking. Dean tensed up, squeezed his eyes tight shut, let Leigh put her legs down so he could rest his arm against the wall and lean into it. He came holding his breath, while Sam's hand was still splayed out on his back.
After a few minutes Dean turned his head towards Sam.
"Look,"
Dean didn't finish the sentence. Instead he reached up and squeezed Sam's neck. The warm touch of his hand was unsettlingly familiar. The contrasting cold point of his ring raised the small hairs down Sam's spine.
When they got back to the motel Sam went to the bathroom and jerked off, kneeling on the bathroom tile because he didn't trust himself to stay standing. When he came back out Dean was asleep, or he was pretending to be. There was a smear of pink lipstick on his chin.
They didn't talk about it.
Part 4: Andie
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Date: 2008-06-15 01:13 pm (UTC)Can't wait to see what happens next.
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Date: 2008-06-16 02:37 am (UTC)But that was awesome, I loved the slight undercurrent of tension and ultimate acceptance between the boys. And Sam just needing to be part of it all (and his desperation when he got back to the motel was startlingly hot too - having to kneel - I don't know why I find that hot but I do!)
Great piece, thanks for sharing :D
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Date: 2008-06-16 08:59 am (UTC)