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24 March 2008 @ 11:05 pm
More Supernatural fic thingie  

Powder 1/2
Unbetad. Mind your eyes and beware of grammatical horrors.
Written in total protest to the silly article that's floating around right now. I think I managed to hit most of the bad things in this. Plus annoying the Wiccan community, if you squint your eyes.

"Dean! I think I'm in trouble." Sam burst into the motel room, almost scaring the bejeezuz out off Dean.

"What? Dude, don't do that!" Dean sat up on the bed, he had had a bit of quality time with the magic fingers and was relaxed to the verge of being a wet noodle. Sam had gone out on a date, for the first time in centuries and Dean had grasped the opportunity to go wild with the quarters.

"Do you know what this is?" Sam handed over a handkerchief with traces of a greenish looking powder on.

Dean shook his head. "Never seen that before. Where did you get it?"

"All over me, the mad bitch blew it in my face."

Dean sighed, trust little brother to fuck up the one date he had managed and pull Dean out off vibrating heaven. "Why don't you just tell me what happened."

Sam sat down next to Dean on the bed, close enough for Dean to see the powder sticking to Sam's face. "We went for dinner, and then she invited me for coffee at her place."

Dean grinned, "Coffee, yeah, heard that one before."

"Shut up, this is not funny. She wanted me to, you know, and I said no. Don't do that on the first date. And when I said no, she went crazy. Began screaming at me, saying she was going to get me arrested for rape if I didn't put out. It got nasty, Dean. She was totally out off her mind. I lost it a little too, and called her a mad bitch and that was when she threw the stuff in my face and shouted something about me being the bitch now.  I'm feeling kinda strange now. I'm tingling."

"Tingling?" Dean frowned. "How did you hook up with her in the first place?"

Sam blushed. "Hrm, she's part of the local coven. Met her at the gathering two nights ago."

"Oh no, you didn't! You did! I've told you to stay away from the witches, dude. They are mean."

"I know, but she was nice and…"

"Doesn't matter! Never hussle with a witch, I've told you a million times."

Sam groaned. "I know, you don't have to shove it down my throat like that. I think she drugged me, I feel weird and I would like you to help me instead of yelling at me. And she had nice tits, that's always a factor to count."

Dean rubbed his face, Sam looked a bit flustered, and he didn't seem to be able to sit still, he was twisting his hands, rubbing them against his legs. "Feeling definitely weird here, man. Gotta find out what the stuff is," he said.

"Get on the computer and do that cross referencing thing and I'll give Bobby a call."

Bobby had no clue what it could be. He had never heard about a greenish looking powder that made you tingle, only ones that killed you, and had it been one of those, Sam would have been dead already. Dean hung up and looked over at Sammy. The sight worried him, Sam was red in the face and his legs were twitching. In spite of that he was intently focused on the screen in front of him, a terrified look on his face. "I think I've found something. It doesn't look good."

Dean stared at the screen, Sammy was up, pacing, bouncing, back and forth in the room. This was a bit over the top. "Sammy, we have a situation here. This is sexmagic, serious stuff."

"I know that! I can read you know."

Dean swallowed. "Yeah, but…only cured with semen? Makes your chosen ready? What the hell?"

"I need a shower. Itching all over now. Itching inside too."

"You better, the longer it stays on the worse it gets and the longer it takes for the effect to wear off. When did this happen, you said?"

"Damn it!" The bathroom door slammed shut behind Sam. Dean sat and stared at the screen, trying to grasp what the text said. That it was an aphrodisiac was obvious, but he had never heard about any that had to be flushed out with semen. How the hell did you do that?
He scrolled further down on the page and saw with frightening clarity what Sam had missed reading.

"Fucking hell!" Dean jumped at the shout from the bathroom. "You alright in there, Sam?"

"No! I'm fuckin' far from ok. Get in here, I need help with this."

Awkward. Really frickin' awkward to see his brother like that; naked from the waist down, with a boner you could hammer nails with, holding onto the  sink like a drowning man clinging to the last piece of floating wood.

"Something's wrong, man, I'm…wet. There." Sam turned and gestured toward his behind. "Feels like I'm leaking. You have to take a look."

"Yeah, was gonna tell you." Dean swallowed. "You're getting girl bits. We need to find you a guy you can fuck."

The silence was thicker than a wet wool blanket. With obvious strain, Sam pulled himself upright from leaning on the sink, tugged his shirt down to hide his leaking cock and very calmly asked, "What?"

Dean took a deep breath before he answered. "The rodbets gets a girl ready and willing, that much is clear. And if a guy is hit by it, the same thing happens." It was Dean's turn to blush, "You're not getting an actual vagina but your body will adapt to and prepare for the expected…uh… penetration. So, yeah, you are getting wet, that's why you are itching. And it won't pass until you've gotten semen up there, only way to make it go away."

If possible, the silence was even heavier. Sam stared at him, unblinking. "I'm going to have a shower and then I will try to sleep it off."


"No! Shower. Sleep. Period."

"I should take a look, see if something is wrong, we might need to get you to a hospital or so." Dean barely recognised his own voice, it was thin and hesitant, not his normal, butch, 'I'll fix everything' tone.

He didn't get an answer, just the shower running. Sleep didn't come until the morning hours that night in the Winchester motel room. Dean spent most of the night listening to Sam toss and turn, moan and whimper. When the first rays of morning sun crept through the blinds, Sam silenced and fell asleep, and Dean passed out too.


You know where this is heading, yes?

angels3angels3 on March 24th, 2008 10:41 pm (UTC)
Of course now post the next part so we can get there. :0 Did I say that out loud!

I meant to say can't wait for more. :)
Vesta: vmanbiggelois on March 25th, 2008 11:10 am (UTC)
He, you did. But that's alright, I'm on it. Thanks.