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25 February 2008 @ 05:35 pm
Another Supernatural fic thingie  

In the middle of the night 1/2
PWP all over. Plots are running from this one.
Follow up to the other fic thingie

Two days later, they still were in that godforsaken excuse of a town. It wasn't small exactly but boring and dull and every other synonym you could use instead of 'no fun'. Dean didn't ache anymore, there was only this tightness in his ass to remind of the other night. Nice night that had been. The only backdrop was Sam, who had been pissier than a sweaty polar bear in Sahara.

Dean caught himself almost ducking away from his little brother when he began to pick and nag. Much could be said about Sammy, but he had a razorsharp tongue when he was in the mood. He probably needed to get laid as well, and not jut once but fucked  six ways from Sunday. But Dean had this feeling that should he present little brother with a lady, little brother would turn into a cold blooded murderer and do away with Dean before he had the chance to say 'ops, my mistake'. Not an option. Little brothers could be so bothersome sometimes.

Dean sighed. Sammy was looking funny at him too. Long, questioning looks and asking odd questions. He had never bothered with Dean's pains before, unless blood was gushing. Now, he asked if Dean had bumped his hip, since he was limping a little. Had he twisted his ankle? And to add sugar to the cream, they had been following a dead trail and found nothing. Time to move on. But not until Dean had taken one last walk in this town. The address note was still firmly in his jacket pocket.

"I'm heading out for a while." Dean pulled his jacket on and went for the door. Sam only nodded. It was time again, he had waited for this and this time he would be on Dean's tail. There were enough mysteries in their lives as it was, he didn't need to be worried about his brother as well.

Just outside the motel, when Sam had managed to quickly hide behind the corner, Dean stopped and took out his cell phone. The conversation was quick and then he began walking. No car. Sam followed, doing the ducking and dodging every time Dean stopped or slowed. The walk was short, ended at a small house on an average street.
Sam had to hang back for a second while Dean knocked on the door so he didn't see who opened the door. But as soon as Dean was in, Sam moved forward. He took position behind a tree on the opposite side of the street, waiting for a glimpse of his brother and whomever he was visiting.

He didn't have to wait long, he saw Dean through a window, obviously a window by a stair. Someone blonde followed him. Sam shook his head. Dean and his bimbos; as long as they were blonde and bendy, Dean was happy. Sam realised that he wouldn't see much standing on the ground. Climbing the tree was a couple of seconds work. He might be tall, but he bet he could outbend any bimbo. Perched fairly comfortable on a thick branch in perfect level for a view straight into the house, Sam waited again.

The lights went on in one of the rooms and Sam saw something he had not expected. A man, tall, dark, lion if lions were dark, reclining on the bed. And he was naked. Dean, naked, walked into the room, followed by the blonde man. Man! What the hell was going on? Sam had to take a firmer hold of the branch to not fall off when Dean got on the bed and slithered, slithered! up and over the dark guy.

Dean wasn't sure which reception he had expected when he rang the number on the note. Blondie answered and when he heard Dean's voice he only said "You have the address, get over here." So Dean did. He had this prickling feeling in the back of his neck, the one he got when someone followed him but when he turned he saw no one. Sam was safely back at the motel and Dean had the night off.

Greg was already waiting for him on the bed when he stepped into the room. Blondie had made short work of Dean's clothes on the way up the stairs so when the vision presented itself, Dean didn't hesitate. Tonight he was doing the fucking and Greg spread his legs invitingly. Like the other time, no preliminaries, no fussing. Just go for it. Lube and condoms on the nightstand, easy to reach. Dean climbed onto the bed.

Part two --> http://biggelois.livejournal.com/114758.html#cutid1

chaosmanor on February 26th, 2008 01:29 am (UTC)
you know, I don't watch Supernatural, it scares me too much. But I read your fic.
Vesta: vmanbiggelois on February 26th, 2008 10:19 am (UTC)
I'm glad my fic isn't so bad it's scary at least :) You like?
chaosmanor on February 26th, 2008 10:56 pm (UTC)
I do like. There's an emotional rawness to this fic, and I think to all of your fic, that atttracts me.
Vesta: vmanbiggelois on February 27th, 2008 02:51 pm (UTC)
Thank you. Even if the plot is non existing I do try to get some mind into it. I'm glad you think it shows.
bonbonschnecke: ASSbonbonschnecke on May 8th, 2008 05:59 pm (UTC)
What a shock for Sam but nice for us to read!!!! *LOL*
Vestabiggelois on May 10th, 2008 06:28 pm (UTC)
Fun to write too :)