Fandom: Supernatural
Rating: R
Category: Wank fiction.
Spoilers: No.
Notes: 1,200 words. May 06. Thanks to jfc and lola for their beta. All remaining errors are mine. The lame plot is also mine.
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Disclaimer: Supernatural belongs to the WB and Eric Kripke. I make no money from this.
Summary: Sam should be sleeping but he isn't.
Sam woke slowly, and at first he wasn't sure where he was. The creak of bedsprings and the shifting motions beside him reminded him that he was once again holed up in some empty cabin in the middle of who-knew where. They'd lucked out -- the place looked like somebody's summer retreat. It wasn't well stocked by any means, but at least there was running water and electricity. It must have been used recently because there wasn't much dust around. Sam had very quickly pointed out the fact that whoever lived here might return while they were there, and that they might not be too happy to find two strangers taking up residence. Of course, he'd just been reacting to the adrenaline high from just having fought two very nasty and very angry demons. Dean had been right to say they could take that chance.
Besides, they would most likely be gone in the morning. Dean shifted beside him again and Sam stayed completely still, his face crushed against the pillow and turned away from his brother. He was thankful for that much at least.
Last night, after killing one of a pair of demons, they'd had no time to pick a decent place to stay. They'd stumbled on this cabin and locked the only door, then salted it and all the windows to keep out the demon they'd missed. That was followed by a tense hour of waiting to see if the demon had followed them.
Dean had set to work on cleaning the guns they'd just used only hours before while Sam had paced nervously. After they'd cleaned themselves up, thanks to running water and a shower stall, exhaustion set in for both of them. A few hours had passed and there was no sign that the other demon had found their trail. They decided to take shifts. One would stay up while the other slept, and Dean volunteered for the first shift. Sam had fallen asleep almost as soon as his head had hit the pillow. Right now, judging by the motions of his body and the noises Dean was making, Sam was pretty sure Dean was not asleep.
The demons had been hard to track. Dean and Sam had followed them over a state line. The trail of dead bodies had made them so much easier to sniff out. The two demons were a pair, a couple. All their victims were killed in pairs. Dean had vehemently declared yesterday that they were going to kill those sons-of-bitches that day if it was the last thing they did. Sam liked when his brother talked that way, because it always made him feel invincible. It made him feel stronger and wiser than he really was. He'd already seen and done enough to know he wasn't invulnerable, but for some reason once Dean declared that the bad guys were toast, Sam felt they could take on the world.
When Sam had finally drifted off to sleep, his brother had been sitting in a wooden chair, watching over him. Now he was in the bed with him, his body pressed close to his brother's side. The only bed in the cabin was too small for both of them, but Dean had somehow managed to squeeze in alongside Sam without waking him until now. Dean shifted, elbowing Sam in the ribs, and then froze in place, the room going completely silent. The warmth of Dean's body made Sam feel secure and relaxed. Sam was getting hard.
Sam wanted to let Dean know he was awake, somehow without embarrassing the both of them, but his mind was numb. He couldn't move. He felt like an intruder, which was stupid because Dean knew he was there. But Dean was doing all this under the pretense that Sam was asleep, so it wasn't his fault.
A few minutes passed, and Sam scrambled through his sleep-addled brain for a way to let Dean know he wasn't sleeping any more. Before Sam could alert Dean to his discomfort, the movement began again, Dean's arm-motion rocking the old bed. There was no mistaking what his brother was doing.
Dean moaned softly. Sam willed Dean to get it over with even as his own cock grew harder at the mental picture of what Dean was doing. He shouldn't be reacting this way. Dean was his brother. It was just a morning boner. That's all. It was only a normal physical reaction to waking after having slept for a while. It happened to all guys. Sam rolled his eyes. Sure, every guy gets stiff listening to his brother jerk himself off.
Sam shifted his leg over and bent his knee, hoping that would alert Dean, who would then take the rest of his show into the bathroom. But that only made it worse. Sam's cock jerked in his cotton boxers, and Dean hadn't stopped. He must have been too lost in what he was doing to notice Sam's movements.
Dean's moans and the sound of his hand sliding over his cock grew louder. Sam squeezed his eyes shut and tried not to tense up. He had to stay relaxed and completely still. His dick jerked again and Sam surreptitiously slid his hand the last inch it took for him to rub against his own cock. He pressed against his erection, and bit into the pillow to stifle a moan as Dean tensed and groaned loudly.
Sam could feel Dean's arm muscles clench. There was barely enough space between them, so he must have been clenching his own thigh. Sam almost wished that Dean were grabbing him. He quickly chastised himself for having such a thought.
The pace of Dean's motions slowed and Sam resisted the urge to sigh. Hearing Dean sigh was almost as satisfying.
It was over. Dean shifted slowly, and then got out of the bed and left the room, probably to go clean up. Sam quickly grabbed his still-stiff cock in his hand and squeezed hard. He wasn't going to jerk off. There was no way he'd do that now. What Dean had done was private, and besides, Sam could easily take care of it later when it was his turn to watch over his older brother.
A few minutes later, Dean shook Sam's shoulder and woke him for his shift. Sam thought he played the groggy, just-woke-up card really well. He slid out of the bed and dressed quickly as Dean lay down and settled himself into a comfortable curl. Neither of them spoke beyond grunts. Sam checked his watch to see that it was almost three AM. It was going to be a long night.
He sat down in the same wooden chair Dean had occupied earlier and watched as his brother slept soundly. A couple of minutes later, Sam stood and dragged the chair closer to the bed. He felt safer where he could see Dean's face.