SPN Befores & Afters: Part 23. 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)

23. An After

Dean peels the adhesive off a second Band-Aid and applies it to his neck. If he hadn’t known any better, he’d have thought the puncture wounds were vampire fang marks, instead of the two-prong claw the man had had instead of a hand. It was kind of astounding that they’d managed to get out of this one with just a few cuts and bruises, actually.

“hah… hahishh!”

Dean’s head snaps up. He can’t miss the interest in his eyes as his reflection stares back at him. That was Sammy—had to be—with a lovely sneeze. Dean plays through the hunt in his head, trying to pinpoint moments when Sam hadn’t been at his best; he can’t come up with any. Had Sam sneezed earlier? Had he sniffled his way through lunch? Had he been slow to rise this morning? Maybe he was coming down with something. Or maybe it is allergies? Could be a dusty motel room.

“ahhhkshhhh!”

It’s definitely something. Dean closes up the first aid kit and flips off the bathroom light. For a moment, he stands in the dark, hand on his cock, anticipating what’s to come. Weak Sammy curling against Dean’s body. Sneezy Sammy stifling into Dean’s sleeve. Sexy Sammy not minding Dean caressing him, touching him everywhere, making him feel better. Damn, this was going to be a good night.

“ah-hihshhh!”

“Bless you,” Dean whispers to himself. He reaches for the doorknob, practically bouncing with giddiness but trying to look cool, suave, like he doesn’t suspect anything.

But, as he emerges, he stops short. Sam’s stretched out on his stomach upon the bed, shockingly naked, with a tissue jammed up his nose. His eyes connect with Dean’s for one brief moment, then flutter closed. “ahh… ahhhHshhh!” The sneeze is soft, wet, and entirely induced on purpose. “Hey, sniff.” Sam smiles invitingly at him. “You want to come help me out? Or… just come?”

Dean goes over all right, but sits on the bed and lays a hand on the small of Sam’s back. Then he reaches down and takes the pointed tissue from Sam’s hand. “You were faking?”

“Had to do something to get your attention.”

“You always have my attention, Sammy.” Dean’s voice is cold, sad. And Sam’s skin is hot to the touch, but not hot with fever. “You don’t have to do this, to use me for my fetish.”

Sam tenses; Dean can feel it beneath his fingers. “Dean, man, I didn’t mean—”

Dean tosses the tissue onto the floor then pushes the box over the side of the bed to follow. Then his lips catch Sam’s, take hold. The kiss is long, deep. Hands streaming through long hair. Bodies pressing and grinding. Sam apologizes profusely, repeatedly into Dean’s shoulder as Dean slides his pants down. Grabbing the lube, Dean does what he can to make Sam feel better about what Sam’s done.

Comments

[ladykorana.livejournal.com]

Mmm, I enjoyed Dean's little fantasizing interlude there quite a lot!

Seriously though, this one has a lot of layers in such a short space! Wanting to please, disappointment and hurt feelings leading to more opportunities to comfort, leading to being pleased again. In a dark AU, this could lead to twisted stuff, like Dean hurting Sam's feelings just for the chance to make it up to him, but luckily, Dean's too good at taking care of Sam to hurt him intentionally the vast majority of the time.