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09 March 2008 @ 12:40 am
A fourth Supernatural fic thingie  

Control freak 1/2
Pairing: Dean/Sam
Plot? What plot?  Plots run screaming from here. A direct follow up to "In the wee hours".
This is unbetad. Mind your eyes and beware of grammatical horrors.

"Are we there yet?"

"Sam!....Dude…If you say that again, I swear I…." Dean let go off the steering wheel and covered his face in his hands.

"Hands on the wheel, dumb ass! You're getting us killed here. My ass hurts, I want out off the car and you are driving slower than a granny in an RV. So are we there yet?"


"And don't call me Sammy!"

Sam crossed his arms over his chest and stared out the window, trying to focus on another million of trees passing by. He really needed to get out off the car and get some relief for his sore behind. Dean had done a thorough job the night before. Sam tried to not think about that, he had the distinct feeling that he would get hard if he did and that Dean would notice. And if Dean would notice, all Sam's complaints would be no good 'cause big brother would get a serious fit of megalomania. Sam knew his brother, too well sometimes and not nearly enough at others, obviously.

As it was, Sam thought it better to keep the annoyance level up and steer thoughts away from anything remotely reminding about last night. They hadn't talked yet, aside from Dean being clever before they headed out and Sam's complaining in the car. Sam couldn't keep his mind away from the promise Dean had made, though, of kissing it better. The thought sent tingles trough his belly because Sam had an idea about what Dean had meant and that was so filthy. Sam had been with a girl once who wanted him to do exactly that to her. He hadn't managed and had gotten kicked out. But if Dean should do it to him, that was another thing. If it was the thing he thought it was.

When Sam wasn't trying to avoid thinking about that particular action, he was thinking about what had happened and how they would handle the situation from now on. Considering how un-normal their normal life was, he couldn't see why this would be wrong. It was like Dean had said; it was them and that was enough.

To hell with conventions, they lived without them anyway. Sam sighed, he felt good, aside from the aches, which he actually enjoyed a little, which in turn he would never admit to Dean with the megalomania in mind. And while he was at it, he could always put in some rub Dean the wrong way time. Nothing's good as irritating someone when stuck in a car. And sometimes Dean was so gullible, so easy to get.

Dean glanced at Sam. He was squirming again, sighing, restlessly shifting his legs, trying to get comfortable on the hard leather seat. Dean swallowed. That squirming made him hot. It was twisted, yeah, but still hot. He knew the reason, the cause, and the reason made him want to do more. The surge of possessiveness that had coursed through him that morning, when Sam had complained about his aching behind, had been a little scary. He hadn't had that feeling before, of ownership, of 'mine'. And to see Sam squirm, almost like he had the night before, made Dean want to do dirty things to him again. Bend him over and bite his neck, hold him down and hear him whine. Dean had to do a little squirming too as he adjusted himself, his jeans were a little tight all of a sudden. As Sam had been. Dean gave himself a mental slap in the face. His brother was clearly uncomfortable, that was Dean's fault and here he was, getting wired up at the thought. How sick was that? Not sicker than what they had done already, he reasoned. They were brothers after all and brothers weren't supposed to do 'that'. But they had.

He looked again at Sam and was met by a piercing stare. "What?"

"Why are you smiling like that?" Sam's voice could have cut through steel. "Do you in any way think this is funny?"

Dean wiped the smile and cleared his throat. He hadn't realised that he was smiling and no, he didn't think it was funny, not by a long shot. But that squirming was driving him a little crazy. How the hell did he explain that? He couldn't, that was it. And he had hurt Sam, that much was clear, and Sam was not happy. He took a harder grip of the wheel to steady himself.

 "I'm sorry, Sam," he said, I'm sorry for what I did. It will never happen again. And I'm sorry that I hurt you. I don't know why I did it, but it's done and I'm sorry." He stopped to catch his breath and glanced at Sam again and found the steady gaze still aimed at him. A different gaze, though. Sam looked confused.

"You think…you think I didn't like it? The question was hesitant.

Dean nodded, feeling a blush of shame rise on his cheeks. He jumped and almost lost the grip of the wheel when Sam laughed and punched him in the arm. "Got ya!. Sucker." Sam snorted. "Did you really think I would let you do something like that to me if I didn't want it? Sometimes you're so dumb, Dean, I think it's amazing you can get your socks on. It's sweet of you to apologize though."

Dean turned his heads so fast his neck nearly snapped. "I can't…I don't…What the fuck?"

"You've been had, big time." Sam snorted again and batted Dean on the side of the head. "Eyes on the road, Dean, concentrate. I'm gonna tell you a few things now and you better listen. I loved it, Dean. I wanna do it again, wanna hear you talk like that again." Sam had moved closer and was stroking the outside of Dean's thigh. "Never heard anything like that before except in skin flicks."

He shifted his hand to the inside of Dean's leg, letting it rest in the junction between groin and thigh. Dean moaned. "Never felt anything like that either. You wanna know how good I think it was? I've been trying to not think about it, but I can't. Not sitting here and feeling my ass throb. I still feel you, Dean. Feel your cock inside me." He pulled Dean's hand away from the wheel and placed it on the hard ridge pushing at his jeans. "This is how good I think it was, it makes me hard just to think about it."

Dean's hand twitched, searched for a better grip. "So we're good?" Sam nodded. "You're were just shitting me, bitching like that?" Sam nodded again. The hand on him settled for a squeeze, stroke, rub motion. Sam spread his legs and twisted towards Dean, to give him better access. He saw that the grin had returned, and Dean looked at him with eyes suddenly black with lust.

"You've been driving me crazy with that squirming, Sam. And now you're being bad again. What should I do with you?" The grin spread. Sam shivered at the tone, it did strange things to him to hear Dean speak in that voice, it was like he could feel it just as well as hear it.

"We…" Sam's voice broke when Dean squezedrubbed. He swallowed and began again, "We need to talk though, we didn't use a condom."

 The hand faltered slightly. "I'm clean, Sam, I'm, always careful."

"Yeah, but it's not like we can go and get tested, you know." The sentence ended with a groan.

"Sam, I have never done it without a condom before."

That statement was a surprise. Sam forced his eyes open and blinked at Dean, "Never?"

"Never. You're my first in that sense."

It was like seeing the sun come out after a storm, Dean thought, when he saw the smile spreading on Sam's face. "So, you were sorta virgin last night?" The smile threatened to split Sam's face in half, so wide was the grin. "Oh, that's so romantic. You gave me your virginity."

Dean let go of Sam's crotch and smacked him over the head. "Dude! I'm serious, can you stop being an ass for one second?"

"Yeah, I think I can. As long as you keep your promise", he leaned in to lick Dean's ear, "you said to kiss it better."

Dean shivered at the gentle touch and the hot breath whispering over his ear. He wasn't used to tenderness and didn't even like it, unnecessary fuss as it was. But with Sam everything was different. Could be because they knew each other so well, because they were brothers. Didn't matter really. Dean had made a promise and he intended to keep it. The Impala roared when he floored the gas pedal, the next motel couldn't be far away now.

Part two -->http://biggelois.livejournal.com/119206.html#cutid1

Aj;;dare_to_dream06 on March 10th, 2008 01:31 am (UTC)
i was just wondering if i could possibly have the links to the previous parts.
if it's not too much trouble.
thanks! =)
bonbonschneckebonbonschnecke on May 8th, 2008 06:10 pm (UTC)
Poor Sammy! It must hurt like hell! But now I am off to see how Dean kiss it better!
bluepeng04bluepeng04 on February 3rd, 2011 06:52 am (UTC)
Part 2 of Control is locked... would you mind unlocking it? Part 2 of the first story is also locked.

Thank you - I stumbled onto your writing from a del.i.cious rec and have really enjoyed it.
Vesta: DA1biggelois on February 3rd, 2011 05:16 pm (UTC)
I don't mind at all! I can't believe I missed unlocking it. Thanks for the heads up.Should be fixed now but please yell at me again if I missed something else.

So, really? I'm on Del?Cool :)
Thank you very much!