[Fanfiction] Free to be us (2/4) Author: ![[info]](https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/blogger_img_proxy/AEn0k_urHDzFwXxh-IvAHQfMQkWyXt0OgElDpfjgVBtCtrRopi6te6swaNyOI0QMYk8gKdKjJJfQL2i56KN57RM1xbl3UFCcN9PLuTrL5Ew2s_7WSAi-uw=s0-d)
vahly Title: To Be Free us
Chapter: 1 - Part 2 ( in continuation)
Fandom: Supernatural Characters: Dean, Sam
Pairing: Dean / Sam
Raiting: NC17 Genre: angst, introspective, sentimental / romantic, erotic
Warnings: slash, incest, lemon, spoiler of season 5.
author notes: the end it failed p0rn and more dull than I had expected ... Ah, is the second lemon in 5 years that I write fanfic, so criticized everything there is to criticize, but do it gently please XD
environment after 5x03, does not take into account everything that will happen later.
Disclaimer: The characters are Kripke, the CW, the Mediaset and of all those eligible. I enjoy just having fun with Dean, Sammy and co. \u0026lt;3
write about them, of course I do not gain anything, otherwise I would be in a tropical beach for sunbathing and drinking cocktails U_U
previous chapters: HERE Free to Be us
[After "Free to Be You and Me" - 5x03]
Chapter 1: Part 2 Sam
"So where are we going?" asked Sam, as he climbed on board dell'Impala.
"At the hotel closest, so I shall take advantage to get a room."
"You know, if you like ... Where to stay, there is a bed in the most e. .. '
"Do not bother," Dean stopped him, "I do not want to intrude in your new life. Tomorrow morning I will take the trouble, so there is no need to come to you. "
Sam looked down, hurt by the behavior. He was wrong and he knew it, but every time he heard those words of hatred by his brother was like receiving a stab to the heart.
"So ..." Dean continued, without taking his eyes off the road, "now you tell me what happened?"
Sam looked down at his hands, looking for the right words to say.
The other turned to him for a moment before continuing.
"Got blood demon? Could not you resist? "
Sam blanched.
"What? No, "Dean
became more suspicious.
"From your tone but I would say yes."
"No, that's the problem! I mean, I had something to do with that, but really was not that hard to believe that, I ... I can do it, they are able to withstand much more than you think. "
" So you found yourself in front of a demon bleeding and have not been tempted to suck? Is that what you're telling me? "
Sam sighed. He understood that his brother was still angry and could not blame him for that: he had betrayed and disappointed, it was obvious that now he did not believe in him anymore. But the fact that she doubted his every word was difficult to bear, and did more harm than he ever thought possible.
"But I deserve it, and who knows if we will ever go well together as before." He had never considered what could be the consequences of his actions: he had always assumed that Dean felt love towards him . Only now he realized what had been lucky to have him.
"So you want to answer me?" He asked still more, interrupting the course of his thoughts.
"It's not about the blood of a demon, I've already said. It is a problem ... I did not expect. Or maybe part of it, with hindsight it was so damn obvious ... "
" Would you be more clear? "
" Yes, sorry. It's just that I ... "Sam turned to his brother, as if looking for a foothold. Found none. "The fact that I am so short, the blood, the mother, the demon with yellow eyes and everything ... it was just a coincidence. That is, it was obvious that it is not, but there was a reason for all this. "
" Oh yeah? "Dean asked a seemingly careless, turning at last to look at him, while he was maneuvering to park.
Sam had continued to turn around the subject without knowing how to deal with, and only when he saw his brother to slow down and pull the handbrake on, he realized how much time had passed to prevarication, unable once again to be honest with 'the only person in the world to whom he owed the truth.
"You ... What do you expect here? "Asked timidly when his brother turned off the machine, not knowing what to do. It was the first time that such a tension between them was, and for a moment he wanted to run away.
"Of course, you do so the system while mold my things in the room."
"... Excuse me?"
"True irony, Sam," Dean snorted, as he took the bag with his things and he made reference to another to get off, "you can not just leave for a few days to be again the kind of staid and boring time. "
Sam got out and lifted an eyebrow slightly as he looked the other away to the hotel lobby, amazed by that change of attitude. He was probably just trying to play down, but could very well come true. He stopped the car, trying to rearrange the ideas, and when he crossed the entrance, Dean found himself waiting for the elevator in front of the room with the keys already in hand.
"Well," began the elder brother, as he turned the key to trigger lock, "Are you ready to finish the speech before?"
Sam merely nodded, then turned away and put the just look at the window where you could see the end of the country and the beginning of the campaign around him. The sky began to turn brown, and pale street lights were the only guide bystanders who came home.
"What I was trying to tell you in the car ... is that what has happened so far, was prepared for a purpose, since the yellow-eyed demon made me drink his blood." Began Sam uncertain tone. "The reason for this was to prepare me ... or rather, my body, which awaits the visitor. "He felt the presence of Dean
closer, but never looked at him. He felt that if he did, he could not pronounce the next words:
"I am the vessel of Lucifer."
"You
what?!"
"I ... I received a visit last night. That's why I called. I ... I will not give, I swear. Actually I do not know why I'm here to talk about it ... can not do anything without my consent, then nothing will happen, no? "
not noticed until trembling star Dean grabbed his arm and forced him to turn around. Only then, looking at his hand in his brother, he realized that shook the imperceptible movement.
"No, nothing will happen, if you do not want that to happen ..." agreed Dean, "we are not obliged to accept our roles. We found a way. "
Then he sat down on the bed, and nodded his head to tell Sam to do the same.
"So, you've got a visit from the big boss, eh?"
"Apparently. You know, he complained of how difficult it is to find me. Castiel I should thank for the chore done on my ribs ... "
" will report the next time I see him. "
" ... Ed is convinced that I will say yes. "
Dean sighed.
"That's what you're going to do?"
"What? Of course not! How do you think of a thing? "
" Well, I do not know. But to have bothered to attend in person, must be very pleased with your progress. "
Sam clenched his fists in anger. And he had thought for a moment that Dean had buried the hatchet!
"What do you mean? Do you think I am not able to control my "dark side", so if you want to call? "
" That's what I'm asking you. "
" Well, they are perfectly able to do it, ok? Control myself, I mean. I'm not stupid, I know how I fell down. Do you really think that doing the same mistake twice? "
The brother said, and Sam felt himself sinking.
"Do you think that you will believe me, sooner or later? Or even that you will try to do it? "
Dean avoided his eyes, when he replied:
" I'm trying. Really. I do not like this situation, you know. But ... is not easy. "
" Not enough for me, you know. "
" I know, "Dean sighed," but what do you want me to do? Like I said, can not go back as before, between us. "
Sam hesitated for a moment. He knew that Dean it would no longer be allowed to get close enough to hurt him again, and it was all right, but for a moment he wondered if it was what the other really wanted: it was obvious that he was afraid to suffer again because of his brother, but was also obvious that even he was happy with how things were going between them. And suddenly he realized that what he really wanted at that moment, that could really make him feel better, it was Dean embrace, cuddle and let him know that despite the errors, although Ruby, despite everything, he continued to love him above all else and if he was not injured because he did not care anything about him, indeed. He had loved and still love him more than any other person in the world, and if the other had continued to hate him forever this would not be changed. He had received so much love that Dean, even a lifetime of hatred that could never delete it.
realized only then that was what he wanted to do from the beginning that was what he wanted to do when he toyed with the Impala Dean can not touch - when he had not dared groped physical contact for fear that ' Another rejected it, for fear he would not be able to live up to his intentions to leave and find their own way.
knew what was wrong to try certain things, but the remoteness and strong emotions of those days had awakened feelings that had tried to forget at all costs, since Dean had established that two brothers could not have some kind of relationship that could never work. In fact, despite every intention of never give up, never, had happened more than once that the emotions take over - when Dean was dying when he returned from the dead ... - but each time was palpable desire both to be closer, to prove they really loved each other, in spite of all the fucking rules and conventions established by states and religions.
Sam wondered what would happen if he tried to establish contact with similar
Dean now.
"Maybe not back to normal ... but we always try to rebuild something, right?"
Dean and Sam did not answer, not knowing from where came the sudden courage, he decided to come forward. But perhaps it was not courage: it was only the strength of despair, or the fear of losing everything, to push it.
felt the surprise of his brother, when they put their lips on his, and for a moment he was afraid of being pushed away and banished forever. But instead when Dean grabbed his shirt and deepened the kiss, he took to himself a sigh of relief, feeling immediately better.
not ceased to kiss each other as they took him by the shoulders and pushed him gently on the bed, or when they moved to relax completely. Dean stroked the skin as if for the first time I touched, as if he had been granted permission to tap the most precious thing that exists on Earth.
Dean wrapped his arms around Sam's neck, hugging him and making still more to join their bodies perfectly.
dell'arrendevolezza brother Sam was surprised that it was usually always impetuous and determined, like a river that can not control his power, but this time it was ... different. He wondered if he should ask if he was sure, if you wanted too, but when he parted from him and crossed eyes, which seemed to emanate all the insecurity and fear that he felt, he realized that maybe this was really what Dean had need: to know to be loved, to know that Sam would not have dropped again, that was not really over. Knowing that Sam was holding him, despite his actions have often proven otherwise. It gave
fool for having always assumed that they had, they believed that Dean knew that Sam held him without any confirmation or demonstrations.
She kissed the hollow of his shoulder, going down the neck to the chin, while your hands undid the belt and lowered his pants.
"Dean ..." he murmured, as she stood up slightly to remove the top and admire the muscles shaped by years of relentless hunting. It was really beautiful, though he could be a strange thing to say of another man, his brother. He bent down again to posargli a kiss on that chest so perfect, while Dean's slipped off his clothes as he did with Sam. A moan escaped him when Sam began to torment her nipples, and although he maintained a respectful silence until then, when their erections began to brush her she could not refrain from murmuring, "Oh, Sam ..." The brother
child smiled as he squeezed more and more to the other, his face buried in his chest. "Dean ..." he whispered in reply on his skin, while the latter shook his arm and approached the back with a free hand to his groin, "Dean, take me please ..."
's older brother gave him a quick kiss on the lips , before muttering, "No." Sam turned away
slightly uncertain. He was about to ask if he had changed his mind if he did not feel sure what they were doing, when Dean said with an uncertain smile, "I want you to do it, Sammy."
Sam nodded, then let Dean turns. He continued to kiss him on the shoulders and neck with your fingers while preparing for the penetration, and before entering one of them asked "Are you sure?" barely perceptible.
Dean nodded, and went looking for a hand with that of Sam, to tighten as soon as he had found.
"Yes," he added, and took his hand and that of companion at heart. "Yes, do it."
Sam said no more and gently penetrated, as Dean used to do the first few times to get used to it. It was strange being on the other side of the fence, to be the first time he will lead the situation. It was as if suddenly find himself loaded part of the responsibility that had always been denied, as if for the first time that he should be careful not to hurt Dean. It could not have said it was more performance anxiety, fear of getting something wrong, or feeling the heat for him to finally be taking care of Dean, to be able to feel important to him. At first he moved slowly, so that Dean can get used to him, then increased the pace more and more, as he moved his right hand to caress the erection of the other, the left still close to that of Dean.
"Sam ..."
"Dean ... if it hurts ... or want to slow down, just ..." He started worried about his younger brother, but the other prevented him from continuing his sentence.
"Go well ... so yeah ..." he said hoarsely.
The push became faster and more decisive, until Sam came, yet close to Dean, who took only a couple of strokes to reach orgasm in turn.
Sam waited a few minutes before going out on the other, who had not experienced any discomfort, however, remain in detention with her boyfriend who pressed him from behind: he wanted to enjoy a little 'those moments of peace before they overwhelm the reality again, before to find out if things were still at the voltage of a few hours earlier, between him and Dean.
When he turned, Sam realized that it was past midnight and that he had better return to his hotel room. With a sense of emptiness and heaviness went away slightly from his brother, but just did not understand his intention to stand, Dean grabbed him by the arm, making him fall on you.
Sam felt confused, she wanted to be able to see the face of the other, but that position was impossible, and Dean had been encircled her waist with his free arm, the arm still in its grasp.
"Stay." She whispered so quietly that Sam was not sure I understood well. But then he said again, this time with greater confidence. "Please remain."
And Sam could not have said with Dean sure whether he meant to stay in that moment, or to stay next to him during that last adventure was the apocalypse. So, all he did was whisper a sincere "Yes, as long as you want ..." and build better of him, until sleep got the better of both.
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