SPN Befores & Afters: Part 9. An After

[tarotgal]

Summary: Scenes of hurt/comfort from before
Sam figures about about Dean's care-giving kink...
and scenes set afterward.
Pairing: Dean/Sam | Rating: Various (G through NC-17)

9. An After

Five tissues left. Just five. His sneezes were getting better or, well, fewer at least. He should be able to make them last the night, if careful. “huh-huh…HuhhhHFSHooo!” It bends Sam in half and he straightens up with a sniffle. He rubs a corner of a tissue at his nose. Then, deciding he could spare it, he uses a third of the tissue blowing his nose. He folds that part and blows again until half the tissue is used. With regret, he sniffs hard and lowers the tissue.

“Hey!” Dean pushes his way through the door, keys jingling from his pinky finger because of the take-out bags in his arms.

Sam wishes he’d counted the tissues before Dean left. Four and a half for the rest of the night? Maybe he’d be able to pull that off… “hah… h’KITSCHhhhhhhh!” Oh damn. He cradles his nose in a tissue and rubs, snuffles, and wipes. His nose continues tickling until he gives it a small blow.

Four tissues left. Dean swings past his bed, drops his things, kicks off his shoes, and then flops onto Sam’s bed. He tilts the tissue box toward himself and sizes up the situation as only Dean Winchester can. “You’re screwed.”

Sam scowls and bunches the damp tissue to his reddening nose.

“Don’t worry. We’ll figure something out.”

“We will?” Sam sniffs but sounds hopeful.

Dean nods and cups his hand to his crotch, fingers curving around the bulge in his jeans.

Sam hesitates for a moment, then smiles and gives in. He bends and slides down the bed. He buries his nose against the fabric still chilled from the outside. It feels lovely and dry against his nostrils. The tickling in his nose backs off a little. With a sigh, he lifts his head. “Thadk you.”

Reaching down, Dean ruffles Sam’s dark hair.

Sam gives it a second, then feels another sneeze coming on. He dips his head back down, pressing his nose to the warm inside part of Dean’s leg. “h’Kkuffmmph!”

Dean jumps with a start, almost bangs his leg into Sam’s face. “Sorry,” Dean breathes.

“Thadk you,” Sam repeats.

They give it a second then, at once, both move toward Dean’s zipper. Somehow they get his pants undone. Sam can’t seem to stop sniffling now, like his nose is too eager to have something to rub against. Somehow they get Dean’s jeans shoved down to his knees. Sam’s breath hitches. Somehow they wriggle Dean’s jeans off his legs and onto the floor.

And Sam buries his nose into Dean’s Y-fronts. It’s warm and dry—well, relatively dry. And Sam cups his hands against the slight curves of Dean’s hips. “Ready? Because I… I… gotta use these.” he squeezes out just as Dean moans. “huhTChmfffff! HuhShuffff! Huhhh-Hmshfffffff!” He snuffles into the soft cotton. Four tissues seem like they’re going to be more than enough to last the night after all.

Comments

[ladykorana.livejournal.com]

Um, wow. Yeah. I was kinda expecting this one to also deal with a lack of tissues, but clearly expecting doesn't equal prepared for reading it. :)

[tarotgal]

Hey, look at you and your correct identification of a pattern! heehee I hope that means you liked it! I thought it was appropriate for them to have a little fun with Dean's kink ;-)