SPN Befores & Afters: Part 15. 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)

15. An After

“I’m so ready to leave Denver.”

Finishing up his eighth glass of water of the day, Dean nods in agreement. Over the years, they’ve seen a lot of things, been a lot of places. They’ve been to Denver before, even. But Dean can’t imagine being anywhere less pleasant to be right now. He’s sure that he’d grow accustomed to the higher altitude in time. But they don’t have time. The werewolf is dead, the city safe, and they’re heading out in the morning with the knowledge of a job well done. It’s only seven or eight hours away, but even that seems too far away. If they weren’t so damn exhausted after the hunt, he’d suggest they leave immediately.

“My skin’s so dry. So damn itchy.” Sam backs up to the threshold of the doorway between the bathroom and main room of their motel. He bends at the knees and straightens again, rubbing his back against the grooves and angles of the wood. “Dean,” he whimpers. “Help me?”

Those are the magic words, of course. They both know Dean can’t resist them, can’t resist Sam. “C’mere.” Dean sets the glass down and pats the bed beside him. Irresistible Sam comes over and flops down on his side. “No. On your front.” Dean nudges Sam’s shoulder and Sam rolls in place so that he’s lying on his stomach, hair falling into his eyes as he turns his head to look up at Dean curiously. Dean sweeps the strands away then Sam nuzzles his face desperately into Dean’s hand. “Your face itches too?”

“My everything itches,” Sam complains. So Dean scratches. He starts with Sam’s forehead and the bridge of his nose and moves on to Sam’s scalp, massaging and scratching blindly beneath the thick hair. Then the back of the neck, where little, soft hairs tickle Dean’s palm. Then on to Sam’s back.

Sam practically purrs as Dean’s fingernails scratch through Sam’s t-shirt. His hands tighten around the sheets, release, and then tighten again. He shifts about, trying to direct Dean’s hand to the right, then down, then to the left. Dean’s hand scratches downward then slips under Sam’s shirt. Sam shivers at the cool air, the sudden touch of skin against skin.

Sam moans and his whole body goes limp to accommodate the wonderful scratching. Dean’s body responds, and he scoots closer. Dean lifts up Sam’s shirt with one hand while he scratches and scratches with the other. He moves up and down, back and forth, covering every bit of Sam’s back. The scratches leave a faint, rosy glow all across Sam’s back, but those don’t seem to bother Sam. In fact, the blissful expression on Sam’s face makes Dean’s body soar. Dean doesn’t stop until his fingertips tingle with numbness, until he can’t tell where his hand stops and Sam begins. Sam’s got to be feeling good by now; he’s not wriggling with itches and the smile on his face is enough to turn Dean on. Such a simple action, scratching, and it’s made Sam feel so good. “Better?” His hand stills, though the repetitive movement makes it feel to him as though his fingers are still moving.

He waits for the reply that never comes. Dean’s hard and excited, having gotten carried away. He’s not sure how much longer he can last, with his hand against Sam’s warm back. He’s got something else in mind as soon as Sam’s itches are gone. “Sammy? Are you better yet?” He leans forward, inspecting his brother. Sam is relaxed all right. So relaxed that the man’s actually fallen asleep. “Are you kidding me?” Dean laughs out his frustration and takes another gulp of water before pressing a firm kiss to the back of Sam’s head.

Comments

[ladykorana.livejournal.com]

Haha, omg that was perfection! Never thought a simple back scratch could be so sexy, and then zzzzzz Sam's out and Dean's left alone, job too well done. Your comedic timing couldn't have been better. :)

[tarotgal]

Oohhh perfection? *beams with happiness* I wrote a Remus/Sirius fic called Itchy Back once for a hurt/comfort prompt thing and it was a little more involved than this, but that's what gave me the idea. I was thinking I might go poison ivy or a rash or something, but those aren't good to scratch and with his kink Dean wouldn't do anything to make Sam worse.

Sam falling asleep at the end was entirely his doing; I can't really take the credit. From the start of this ficlet, I'd fully intended for the sex to actually take place, but he surprised us all by falling asleep. Dean's just that good ;-)