Title: Salvation is your eyes.
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boykingsqueen Fandom: Supernatural
Paring: Sam / OFC, Sam / WTO, Sam / Dean
Rating: NC-17 Spoilers
: Season 3
Word Count: 4396
Warnings: Underage. Evil! Sam
Summary: Dean tries to resist the attraction he feels for his brother singular.
Author's notes: Salvation are your eyes was my birthday present for
denisitap . For her, all my gratitude and affection, without whose support this story would never have seen the light. Dedicated to acuarella_117 because she owns a piece of my heart. Dean always knew that the tie that bound him to his brother was different than the other children were with theirs. In its own way and despite being too small to achieve name it, could see in the eyes of his younger brother the night his father put the small bundle in her arms and ordered him to leave the house in flames. At school, Dean watched other siblings, children playing, fighting, mischief and planning to defend themselves even to each other but he knew, he felt in his bones still in development that Sam and Dean, Dean and Sam were different. Intertwining their fates had something that was more powerful than the irreparable loss suffered and even more intimate understanding not find anyone else. That something, pure and dark at the same time, far exceeding the bond they shared with one other member of his family was his father.
Dean was not surprised by his reaction when one day at school saw Sam, aged eleven, pressed against the back wall of the library obviously kissing a girl older than him. His long fingers wrapped around the winding hips while rubbing his face against hers made small sounds delicious escape from cherry red lipstick.
A terrible sense of loss mixed with jealousy, anger and more than Dean did not have time to process it without even thinking filled and quickened his pace to them with intention, Dean did not know exactly why, when Sam's eyes stopped him dry. Sam felt the presence of his brother and when he saw it, stared at the angry green eyes devouring it. Without losing contact with him, Sam proceeded to kiss more vehemently to the girl who, rapt in the enjoyment of strokes received, did not register what was happening around him. Sam took one of her hands to her neck and the other circled back to close the tiny protrusions on the end of it. With all the strength he could use without causing damage, Sam pulled her body to the throat making it almost groaned getting desperate and that was even more passionate kiss. Sam was kissing her but his eyes never left those of his brother who was in a trance, stripped of the force needed to pull out of the fiery, hypnotic eyes of his younger brother. The spell was broken at the time that Sam decided that the exchange was not enough and slipped his hand further down, below the short skirt, her eyes and her smile full of something that affected Dean too, so full of feelings, Dean decided to turn around and go where had come.
When Sam went after the girl left the place, Dean noted the blush on the cheeks of his brother, his hair tousled, her lips red and swollen and blind fury. The brutal and unexpected blow to Sam left sitting on the grass, slightly disoriented, but lifting his eyes and Dean find contorted with anger at him, Sam just smiled.
Dean was not surprised of his reaction when one day she saw through the window of the house to Sam, now fifteen, sitting in the chair back to the window. Sam, who had come before school, the torso was discovered, one of his long arms resting on the back of his chair, his legs open and someone's definitely a girl, kneeling on the floor between them, the delicate lines of the jaw and her neck covered by a giant hand that guided their movements. Again, as had happened several years ago, Dean was unable to escape the scene. The cries of his younger brother were growing stronger, the movement of their hips erratic and suddenly, Sam was let go while his lips torn out the name "Dean."
the girl slowly sat up. His eyes full of desire, went to Sam while their nimble fingers free of dealing with school uniform that still covered his body. "Is not that the name of your brother?" - He asked. Dean could see Sam nodded slowly. A runaway moan left her lips and without missing a second longer, Sam sat on his hands and guided him inside her. Neither took too long to finish.
When she managed to calm down a bit, opened his eyes to meet those of Dean who had not managed to react and return to hiding. "Sam?" - She said. Dean returned to his hiding place, his heart was pounding so hard that must strain to hear what was happening inside. "Sam. How about if we play something? ". Dean raised his eyebrows in astonishment, expected to betray him but this girl, what kind of game would it be?, What was going through the mind of this girl who had discovered the secret of never talked about? Probably I would do with the two brothers at once, that was it, did not need to worry. But Sam had said his name so maybe she wanted to expose them and then ... "So is better. "- the girl's voice interrupted his thoughts. Dean was allowed to win by curiosity and, being careful not to make noise, he ventured to spy again. Sam's eyes were covered with a ruby loop, probably part of the school uniform of the girl, which would allow him to witness what was to come without worrying that Sam saw it and she, well, she seemed to have decided that Dean no problem. The girl's hands and knees resting on the couch. Sam was behind her, one knee on the seat and the other leg on the floor to stabilize. His pale hands roamed the back drawing designs that just seemed make sense to him. "Sam?" - She said. "I want you to imagine that I am your brother, Dean." Unbeknownst to the two brothers were completely motionless with her words. "I want you to imagine that the body is in front of you is to it." Sam let out a groan and his repressed Dean. "I want to do anything you wanted him to ..." Sam interrupted pouncing on her, her teeth were fixed on the top of his back and his hands did not leave without visiting one centimeter. Sam's breathing was becoming increasingly agitated and when it finally sank in, the expression on his face was pure lust. A litany of words not very typical of a Catholic school girl filled the air. Sam, on the other hand, did not express in words, but the groans emitting lava made were sound, wiping out all rationality which may be in any of its witnesses. "More than Sam, more!" - Begged her. "Sammy. He would call me Sammy. "- Sam said breathless, overwhelmed by the desire and point of climax. "Sammy. My Sammy ... "Sam heard her say but in his mind, was Dean's voice that called him. Completely losing control, his teeth this time pierced the delicate skin of the back. Dean
believed that his heart was going to explode when, immediately afterwards, the head of his brother turned abruptly toward the window. "Dean." The name said red-stained lips bore no doubt, was a statement, a calling. Dean was absolutely petrified when Sam smiled and finished screaming, once again, the name of his brother. Dean and the girl killed him. Dean
quietly left the house, relieved to remember that moments before had gone to fetch clean laundry laundromat. I tried to recall but could not remember when was the last time I had finished in his pants without even touching. Sam was carrying did not know limits. Sitting in the Impala, Dean asked how much longer would be tolerated. Sam Dean loved more than anyone in the world but was convinced to let go of their anxieties would only make their lives were even more difficult than they already were. He could not allow that to happen as much as Sam so desired. After all, Dean was the older brother that Sam must protect at all costs, even if it meant they should protect his younger brother himself.
The image of Sam, completely uninhibited, lost his senses, crying out his name with those perfect lips filled her mind and awaken in a new Dean tingling between her legs. Sammy was so different in those moments when the world knew Sam. It was difficult to imagine how the same guy, something quiet and from the point of view of Dean pretty fastidious could both be so ... what's the word? - Dean thought. The ferocity of the smile that Sam had given in his direction just before the end made him think of one: wild. "I'm lost." - Said Dean resigned leaving one of his hands slid into his pants and closed his eyes to remember in better detail what he had witnessed.
Dean was not surprised by his reaction when two years later saw Sam, following an older man that he use the bathroom at the bar where they were.
Sam had agreed, though very reluctantly, to accompany his brother because they were supposed to find information about some students missing. The methods of Dean had never liked Sam too.
According to him, flirt with all the local women and the occasional man, if necessary, was not what Sam considered a method fair enough. Dean had never understood too Sam streamlining the case and was doing his job the way he knew best. That night promised to be just like so many others when Sam left sitting at the bar but first listen thousandth time complaining about how tired he was of watching him try to take advantage of the situation. Without giving the matter too casually, Dean gave him his brother one of his patented smile and then patted on the back, went to do his thing.
After several games of pool and hours lost to seduce objectives had not provided any useful information, Dean decided to give up. Kept in the back pocket of your jeans a piece of paper with numbers written in calligraphy female and directed his gaze to the place where he had left Sam. Dean stopped breathing at what he saw. Far from being with the image you expect, Sam absolutely boring head down and probably reading something, Dean was amazed at Sam who was talking about more than friendly with a man who bore too many similarities with, well, Dean himself. Sand-colored short hair, a little lower than Sam, tight jeans and a black shirt AC / DC. Dean emerged from his stupor and he surreptitiously went to order another beer. "For the love of God!" - Dean thought the guy had freckles and blue eyes! Dean found a seat away and watched from there. Sam did not seem even to have noticed the approach of his brother and kept laughing at who knows what nonsense. A moment later, sitting in the seat, the man whispered something in the ear of Sam who, in response, nodded, her cheeks turned crimson. Sam watched her man and followed him moments later. Dean
not need to hear the exchange to know what was happening. Without thinking twice he approached the door they'd entered Sammy and the man who could easily fool an untrained eye. The bathroom was at the end of a winding corridor where the lack of lighting made it difficult to distinguish the road. The door, on the other hand, had a generous opening that showed decorated inside without hindrance. Carefully, Dean leaned out and looked at Sam and humans share a kiss that bordered with the brutal. Sam leaned against the wall opposite the door, legs slightly apart to make shorter height with the man who seemed to merge with Sam. Dean could see clearly how his brother's hands caressed, squeezed, kneaded eager that body that was so similar to yours. Such was the resemblance that at times the idea of being having a body experience did not seem so farfetched. Sam continued kissing passionately as he loved the sounds that both Dean, moans delicious dying to have on his younger brother, now, I was looking straight into his eyes and smiled. Dean had long ago seen that same smile when Sam surprised in a library, and years later, in the house with that girl that the two owed her gratitude. That smile that Dean was sure he was only allowed to see the dark side of her sweet Sammy and instead of scaring him, did nothing but increase your desire. Dean saw the other man kissing the long neck of Sam. She watched him lift the layers that covered his chest and continue lavishing kisses and caresses as he struggled with the belt buckle that rested on the slim hips. When Sam was released from the confines of his pants and felt the rough hand wrapped stranger, become a roar in the name escaped his lips. "Dean." That sound you lust was complete, those eyes and that damn arrogant smile that was half appeal challenging half ended to end the willpower to Dean who, in seconds, was found in the bathroom starting with Sam from the hands of his double almost dragged to the Impala. During the short trip, Sam would not stop looking at him with those damn eyes, Dean swear, were now completely black.
When closing the door behind them the home they shared with their father, tearing the clothes immersed in a wild frenzy, both knew that there would be no turning back. Dean, her brother who was seventeen years pressed against the door, all yours eventually after so long, decided to take a moment to admire that in his eyes, he looked like a beautiful fallen angel, all angles and muscles involved in honey-colored skin more beautiful than had ever seen. "God ..."- Sammy said with trembling fingers and pulled him close and started kissing him wildly.
The two engaged in a colossal battle for dominance until Sam took over and so what they both wanted. Dean had the face and body against the door and his brother was stuck behind him, pushing as if to melt a pressure force. Sam, who had not said anything from the bar, broke the silence. In the voice over sensual and possessive that Dean had heard, whispered in his ear "Is this what you wanted?" and then sink your teeth into a strong back. The fierce cry seemed strange given Dean in his own ears, and although it seemed an impossible task, excited at the two even more. Sam continued walking to his brother with his hands, nails, lips and tongue. "Is this what you want, Dean?". His fingers caressed opposed entry now becoming less resistance. "All those times I saw other people, every time you heard me say your name ... was this what you wanted?" Sam had been prepared and I was slowly coming into his brother. "Dean? Was it me you want? "When Dean did not answer, too focused on the incredible feelings that I showered, Sam stopped the advance and slowly began to withdraw. "Sammy? No. Please ... Sammy, do not stop. "- Dean was heard pleading desperately. And there it was again, that smile that Dean could not see but could feel forming on her lips that he now knew were delicious. "Dean. Dean. Dean. All you had to do was ask. "- Sam said with a hint of triumph and sank to his brother until there is no gap between the two. "Sammy ... god, Sammy. "Dean could not stop the need to repeat over and over again the name of his younger brother. In his ears sounded like a prayer, salvation and sin. Sam was not thinking and merely making sounds that were ultimately caused by and for Dean. Things were quickly out of control, emotions and sensations almost unbearable when Dean, driving his nails into the wood, eventually led to Sam with him in the most incredible orgasm that the two had had on their lives.
When they got off the state of ecstasy in which they were, Sam retired and turned to Dean to bring it back to the door. The two looked at each other, their happy faces, cheeks and red bodies and what they saw in the other it was love. Their lips met again, now a little calmer, allowing one to discover and enjoy. "Sam?" - Said Dean hating having to stay one second separated from his brother. "Mmm ..." - Sam growled, unable to stop kissing and fondling to Dean. "Sam. This can not know anybody." Dean continued kissing Sam almost forgetting that it had not received a reply. "Sammy? I'm serious. "Sam whispered a" I know. "the more kisses until, moments later, it was his turn to get an answer." Dean Is there anything I need que me prometas.” Dean asintió para demostrar que había escuchado. “Dean.” – repitió Sam solemne tomando con sus manos los lados del rostro de Dean y obligándolo a mirarlo a los ojos. “Prométeme que nunca va a haber nadie más en tu vida.” - lo escuchó Dean decir. “Sammy, siempre fui tuyo y siempre lo voy a ser.” fue la respuesta que, cual afrodisíaco, hizo que los ojos de Sam se volvieran completamente negros y elevaran la pasión del beso que siguiera a niveles imposibles.
Dean cubrió la larga columna del cuello de su hermano de pequeñas mordidas seguidas de caricias prodigadas con su lengua. Bajaba por su pecho repitiendo la acción, prestando especial attention to the two hardened patches of darker skin. Sam looked at him with those eyes and moaned jet black now delighted. "God," - thought Dean - "how these sounds I get so mad." Powered by the reaction obtained, Dean continued to advance down, enjoying the touch even more than Sam when, with one of the legendary smiles that he was also capable, with eyes fixed on his brother took him in her lips and, with some difficulty, completely engulfed. Sam was in heaven or hell maybe did not matter. Those full lips they desired were now wrapping, giving more pleasure than I could have imagined. Stripped of all reason, the incessant mantra that flowed from his lips consisted of his older brother's name and the word mine.
Far from the eyes of others, the nights and days were full of desire and affection shared when, in the eyes of the world, Sam was the same guy as always, concerned about the school and the future while Dean was still, well, Dean.
Dean was not surprised by his reaction when he saw almost ten years after Sam to embrace his dark side and become a master of desolate land and souls.
It was something that happened the overnight. Stanford, Jessica's death, his father and many other known and loved ones, in which battles were victorious but were endless, a war that was going to find them on the losing side and, especially, a pact that was to Dean point leaving it had to happen first to get to that instance. Dean was unable to bear the thought of being alone in a world without Sam when a dagger had pierced his spine and left him lifeless. Traded his soul for one more year with his younger brother because he was better than having to live a thousand years without him. Sam, meanwhile, used all their resources to reverse the deal but when he realized that there would unless it is finally let out the darkness that had inside, did not hesitate a moment. Dean
adored his little brother more than anyone in the world and there would be no light, darkness, heaven or hell I managed to change what she felt for him. He did not need long to realize that in fact one of the things that had always attracted Sam was the power that exuded. It was in those dark eyes who once only he could see him in the smile that disarmed him in the way they were when you were inside you and how it marked. Dean always knew that Sam was different and that was one of the endless reasons why I loved him so much.
Unable to move, Dean was in the comfortable bed I shared with Sam which had once been the world's most prestigious hotel. An invisible force stop him from his younger brother, now all a man of strong jaw muscles defined and framed by the skin that seemed eternally bathed in sunshine. Sam had mastered his powers to perfection and was fascinated to find new ways of torturing Dean, in the best possible way of course. Often, as he did today, left Dean still in bed, drew specific memories of his own mind and that of his brother to pass over and over in your head. Dean felt like I was living those moments again. The same desire, the same sensations and crazy not to release the tension was growing. When Sam returned to take charge of their affairs, Dean was always on the verge of collapse. Today, Sam had decided, Dean would reach a new limit so that instead of giving the relief they need quickly, I would go one step further in his desire.
Sam, stripped of their clothes, climbed into bed and sat on his brother's chest and knees supported on the sides, withdrew and left the illusion that Dean saw it. The look in his eyes his brother evergreen affect not stop. Dean was madness, lust and salvation. It was passion, love and total lawlessness. When he tried to lift his arms to touch Sam, a furious growl escaped his throat when he felt he could not. "No, no, not my beautiful brother. Not yet. "- Sam said grinning. Dean looked at him with eyes bulging, did not understand why not let him free at once. The answer came when he lowered his eyes to the height of his chest. "Dean, I thought you'd like to look like you did when we were kids." A flash of that afternoon in the school passed before his eyes. "I thought you'd enjoy myself knowing that I do enjoy thinking about you." Dean could not take his eyes from the languid movement Sam's long fingers on itself. "You loved spy, is not it brother?" Dean was sure to explode if Sam was well. "I knew it and why I always managed to find me in these situations say that ... happened." Sam laughed that deep laugh, designed to impose fear and respect but I shook Dean of desire. A flash of Sam with his eyes covered by a red ribbon and shouting his name went before him. "Every time you thought you had gone unnoticed, I knew you were there." Sam's hands had been made faster and more violence. "And even the times I let you know I had noticed your presence made you to stop. "Sam's breathing was out of control, I knew it would not last much longer so I chose that moment to free Dean, put her legs around his waist and penetrate the vibrant and delicious entry his older brother. Dean cried out in sweet agony. Become an animal without reason, pulled Sam's hair to make her lips meet and kiss and bite until they bled. Sam lost his sanity at that moment and drove his teeth into the neck of his brother as the two ran out, screaming, growling and shaking at the intensity of your orgasm.
As happened all too often leaving marks on the body of his brother, Sam was ready to wash all wounds with little kisses and caresses of his tongue. No matter how long it took, kissed each of them until the skin is restored and not left any evidence. The abandonment and the sweetness with which Sammy was surrendered to the ritual filled with warmth the heart of Dean. This was one of their favorite moments because it was one of the few occasions when Sam let someone see the vulnerable side that had not lost despite all the destruction around them. In the eyes of Dean, and only for him, Sam was again the bright-eyed boy full of hope and goodness.
Dean knew that the bond that united his brother was different, that Sam was different, we both were and that, instead of away, he did love his little Sammy even more. End
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Dean was not surprised by his reaction when one day at school saw Sam, aged eleven, pressed against the back wall of the library obviously kissing a girl older than him. His long fingers wrapped around the winding hips while rubbing his face against hers made small sounds delicious escape from cherry red lipstick.
A terrible sense of loss mixed with jealousy, anger and more than Dean did not have time to process it without even thinking filled and quickened his pace to them with intention, Dean did not know exactly why, when Sam's eyes stopped him dry. Sam felt the presence of his brother and when he saw it, stared at the angry green eyes devouring it. Without losing contact with him, Sam proceeded to kiss more vehemently to the girl who, rapt in the enjoyment of strokes received, did not register what was happening around him. Sam took one of her hands to her neck and the other circled back to close the tiny protrusions on the end of it. With all the strength he could use without causing damage, Sam pulled her body to the throat making it almost groaned getting desperate and that was even more passionate kiss. Sam was kissing her but his eyes never left those of his brother who was in a trance, stripped of the force needed to pull out of the fiery, hypnotic eyes of his younger brother. The spell was broken at the time that Sam decided that the exchange was not enough and slipped his hand further down, below the short skirt, her eyes and her smile full of something that affected Dean too, so full of feelings, Dean decided to turn around and go where had come.
When Sam went after the girl left the place, Dean noted the blush on the cheeks of his brother, his hair tousled, her lips red and swollen and blind fury. The brutal and unexpected blow to Sam left sitting on the grass, slightly disoriented, but lifting his eyes and Dean find contorted with anger at him, Sam just smiled.
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Dean was not surprised of his reaction when one day she saw through the window of the house to Sam, now fifteen, sitting in the chair back to the window. Sam, who had come before school, the torso was discovered, one of his long arms resting on the back of his chair, his legs open and someone's definitely a girl, kneeling on the floor between them, the delicate lines of the jaw and her neck covered by a giant hand that guided their movements. Again, as had happened several years ago, Dean was unable to escape the scene. The cries of his younger brother were growing stronger, the movement of their hips erratic and suddenly, Sam was let go while his lips torn out the name "Dean."
the girl slowly sat up. His eyes full of desire, went to Sam while their nimble fingers free of dealing with school uniform that still covered his body. "Is not that the name of your brother?" - He asked. Dean could see Sam nodded slowly. A runaway moan left her lips and without missing a second longer, Sam sat on his hands and guided him inside her. Neither took too long to finish.
When she managed to calm down a bit, opened his eyes to meet those of Dean who had not managed to react and return to hiding. "Sam?" - She said. Dean returned to his hiding place, his heart was pounding so hard that must strain to hear what was happening inside. "Sam. How about if we play something? ". Dean raised his eyebrows in astonishment, expected to betray him but this girl, what kind of game would it be?, What was going through the mind of this girl who had discovered the secret of never talked about? Probably I would do with the two brothers at once, that was it, did not need to worry. But Sam had said his name so maybe she wanted to expose them and then ... "So is better. "- the girl's voice interrupted his thoughts. Dean was allowed to win by curiosity and, being careful not to make noise, he ventured to spy again. Sam's eyes were covered with a ruby loop, probably part of the school uniform of the girl, which would allow him to witness what was to come without worrying that Sam saw it and she, well, she seemed to have decided that Dean no problem. The girl's hands and knees resting on the couch. Sam was behind her, one knee on the seat and the other leg on the floor to stabilize. His pale hands roamed the back drawing designs that just seemed make sense to him. "Sam?" - She said. "I want you to imagine that I am your brother, Dean." Unbeknownst to the two brothers were completely motionless with her words. "I want you to imagine that the body is in front of you is to it." Sam let out a groan and his repressed Dean. "I want to do anything you wanted him to ..." Sam interrupted pouncing on her, her teeth were fixed on the top of his back and his hands did not leave without visiting one centimeter. Sam's breathing was becoming increasingly agitated and when it finally sank in, the expression on his face was pure lust. A litany of words not very typical of a Catholic school girl filled the air. Sam, on the other hand, did not express in words, but the groans emitting lava made were sound, wiping out all rationality which may be in any of its witnesses. "More than Sam, more!" - Begged her. "Sammy. He would call me Sammy. "- Sam said breathless, overwhelmed by the desire and point of climax. "Sammy. My Sammy ... "Sam heard her say but in his mind, was Dean's voice that called him. Completely losing control, his teeth this time pierced the delicate skin of the back. Dean
believed that his heart was going to explode when, immediately afterwards, the head of his brother turned abruptly toward the window. "Dean." The name said red-stained lips bore no doubt, was a statement, a calling. Dean was absolutely petrified when Sam smiled and finished screaming, once again, the name of his brother. Dean and the girl killed him. Dean
quietly left the house, relieved to remember that moments before had gone to fetch clean laundry laundromat. I tried to recall but could not remember when was the last time I had finished in his pants without even touching. Sam was carrying did not know limits. Sitting in the Impala, Dean asked how much longer would be tolerated. Sam Dean loved more than anyone in the world but was convinced to let go of their anxieties would only make their lives were even more difficult than they already were. He could not allow that to happen as much as Sam so desired. After all, Dean was the older brother that Sam must protect at all costs, even if it meant they should protect his younger brother himself.
The image of Sam, completely uninhibited, lost his senses, crying out his name with those perfect lips filled her mind and awaken in a new Dean tingling between her legs. Sammy was so different in those moments when the world knew Sam. It was difficult to imagine how the same guy, something quiet and from the point of view of Dean pretty fastidious could both be so ... what's the word? - Dean thought. The ferocity of the smile that Sam had given in his direction just before the end made him think of one: wild. "I'm lost." - Said Dean resigned leaving one of his hands slid into his pants and closed his eyes to remember in better detail what he had witnessed.
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Dean was not surprised by his reaction when two years later saw Sam, following an older man that he use the bathroom at the bar where they were.
Sam had agreed, though very reluctantly, to accompany his brother because they were supposed to find information about some students missing. The methods of Dean had never liked Sam too.
According to him, flirt with all the local women and the occasional man, if necessary, was not what Sam considered a method fair enough. Dean had never understood too Sam streamlining the case and was doing his job the way he knew best. That night promised to be just like so many others when Sam left sitting at the bar but first listen thousandth time complaining about how tired he was of watching him try to take advantage of the situation. Without giving the matter too casually, Dean gave him his brother one of his patented smile and then patted on the back, went to do his thing.
After several games of pool and hours lost to seduce objectives had not provided any useful information, Dean decided to give up. Kept in the back pocket of your jeans a piece of paper with numbers written in calligraphy female and directed his gaze to the place where he had left Sam. Dean stopped breathing at what he saw. Far from being with the image you expect, Sam absolutely boring head down and probably reading something, Dean was amazed at Sam who was talking about more than friendly with a man who bore too many similarities with, well, Dean himself. Sand-colored short hair, a little lower than Sam, tight jeans and a black shirt AC / DC. Dean emerged from his stupor and he surreptitiously went to order another beer. "For the love of God!" - Dean thought the guy had freckles and blue eyes! Dean found a seat away and watched from there. Sam did not seem even to have noticed the approach of his brother and kept laughing at who knows what nonsense. A moment later, sitting in the seat, the man whispered something in the ear of Sam who, in response, nodded, her cheeks turned crimson. Sam watched her man and followed him moments later. Dean
not need to hear the exchange to know what was happening. Without thinking twice he approached the door they'd entered Sammy and the man who could easily fool an untrained eye. The bathroom was at the end of a winding corridor where the lack of lighting made it difficult to distinguish the road. The door, on the other hand, had a generous opening that showed decorated inside without hindrance. Carefully, Dean leaned out and looked at Sam and humans share a kiss that bordered with the brutal. Sam leaned against the wall opposite the door, legs slightly apart to make shorter height with the man who seemed to merge with Sam. Dean could see clearly how his brother's hands caressed, squeezed, kneaded eager that body that was so similar to yours. Such was the resemblance that at times the idea of being having a body experience did not seem so farfetched. Sam continued kissing passionately as he loved the sounds that both Dean, moans delicious dying to have on his younger brother, now, I was looking straight into his eyes and smiled. Dean had long ago seen that same smile when Sam surprised in a library, and years later, in the house with that girl that the two owed her gratitude. That smile that Dean was sure he was only allowed to see the dark side of her sweet Sammy and instead of scaring him, did nothing but increase your desire. Dean saw the other man kissing the long neck of Sam. She watched him lift the layers that covered his chest and continue lavishing kisses and caresses as he struggled with the belt buckle that rested on the slim hips. When Sam was released from the confines of his pants and felt the rough hand wrapped stranger, become a roar in the name escaped his lips. "Dean." That sound you lust was complete, those eyes and that damn arrogant smile that was half appeal challenging half ended to end the willpower to Dean who, in seconds, was found in the bathroom starting with Sam from the hands of his double almost dragged to the Impala. During the short trip, Sam would not stop looking at him with those damn eyes, Dean swear, were now completely black.
When closing the door behind them the home they shared with their father, tearing the clothes immersed in a wild frenzy, both knew that there would be no turning back. Dean, her brother who was seventeen years pressed against the door, all yours eventually after so long, decided to take a moment to admire that in his eyes, he looked like a beautiful fallen angel, all angles and muscles involved in honey-colored skin more beautiful than had ever seen. "God ..."- Sammy said with trembling fingers and pulled him close and started kissing him wildly.
The two engaged in a colossal battle for dominance until Sam took over and so what they both wanted. Dean had the face and body against the door and his brother was stuck behind him, pushing as if to melt a pressure force. Sam, who had not said anything from the bar, broke the silence. In the voice over sensual and possessive that Dean had heard, whispered in his ear "Is this what you wanted?" and then sink your teeth into a strong back. The fierce cry seemed strange given Dean in his own ears, and although it seemed an impossible task, excited at the two even more. Sam continued walking to his brother with his hands, nails, lips and tongue. "Is this what you want, Dean?". His fingers caressed opposed entry now becoming less resistance. "All those times I saw other people, every time you heard me say your name ... was this what you wanted?" Sam had been prepared and I was slowly coming into his brother. "Dean? Was it me you want? "When Dean did not answer, too focused on the incredible feelings that I showered, Sam stopped the advance and slowly began to withdraw. "Sammy? No. Please ... Sammy, do not stop. "- Dean was heard pleading desperately. And there it was again, that smile that Dean could not see but could feel forming on her lips that he now knew were delicious. "Dean. Dean. Dean. All you had to do was ask. "- Sam said with a hint of triumph and sank to his brother until there is no gap between the two. "Sammy ... god, Sammy. "Dean could not stop the need to repeat over and over again the name of his younger brother. In his ears sounded like a prayer, salvation and sin. Sam was not thinking and merely making sounds that were ultimately caused by and for Dean. Things were quickly out of control, emotions and sensations almost unbearable when Dean, driving his nails into the wood, eventually led to Sam with him in the most incredible orgasm that the two had had on their lives.
When they got off the state of ecstasy in which they were, Sam retired and turned to Dean to bring it back to the door. The two looked at each other, their happy faces, cheeks and red bodies and what they saw in the other it was love. Their lips met again, now a little calmer, allowing one to discover and enjoy. "Sam?" - Said Dean hating having to stay one second separated from his brother. "Mmm ..." - Sam growled, unable to stop kissing and fondling to Dean. "Sam. This can not know anybody." Dean continued kissing Sam almost forgetting that it had not received a reply. "Sammy? I'm serious. "Sam whispered a" I know. "the more kisses until, moments later, it was his turn to get an answer." Dean Is there anything I need que me prometas.” Dean asintió para demostrar que había escuchado. “Dean.” – repitió Sam solemne tomando con sus manos los lados del rostro de Dean y obligándolo a mirarlo a los ojos. “Prométeme que nunca va a haber nadie más en tu vida.” - lo escuchó Dean decir. “Sammy, siempre fui tuyo y siempre lo voy a ser.” fue la respuesta que, cual afrodisíaco, hizo que los ojos de Sam se volvieran completamente negros y elevaran la pasión del beso que siguiera a niveles imposibles.
Dean cubrió la larga columna del cuello de su hermano de pequeñas mordidas seguidas de caricias prodigadas con su lengua. Bajaba por su pecho repitiendo la acción, prestando especial attention to the two hardened patches of darker skin. Sam looked at him with those eyes and moaned jet black now delighted. "God," - thought Dean - "how these sounds I get so mad." Powered by the reaction obtained, Dean continued to advance down, enjoying the touch even more than Sam when, with one of the legendary smiles that he was also capable, with eyes fixed on his brother took him in her lips and, with some difficulty, completely engulfed. Sam was in heaven or hell maybe did not matter. Those full lips they desired were now wrapping, giving more pleasure than I could have imagined. Stripped of all reason, the incessant mantra that flowed from his lips consisted of his older brother's name and the word mine.
Far from the eyes of others, the nights and days were full of desire and affection shared when, in the eyes of the world, Sam was the same guy as always, concerned about the school and the future while Dean was still, well, Dean.
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Dean was not surprised by his reaction when he saw almost ten years after Sam to embrace his dark side and become a master of desolate land and souls.
It was something that happened the overnight. Stanford, Jessica's death, his father and many other known and loved ones, in which battles were victorious but were endless, a war that was going to find them on the losing side and, especially, a pact that was to Dean point leaving it had to happen first to get to that instance. Dean was unable to bear the thought of being alone in a world without Sam when a dagger had pierced his spine and left him lifeless. Traded his soul for one more year with his younger brother because he was better than having to live a thousand years without him. Sam, meanwhile, used all their resources to reverse the deal but when he realized that there would unless it is finally let out the darkness that had inside, did not hesitate a moment. Dean
adored his little brother more than anyone in the world and there would be no light, darkness, heaven or hell I managed to change what she felt for him. He did not need long to realize that in fact one of the things that had always attracted Sam was the power that exuded. It was in those dark eyes who once only he could see him in the smile that disarmed him in the way they were when you were inside you and how it marked. Dean always knew that Sam was different and that was one of the endless reasons why I loved him so much.
Unable to move, Dean was in the comfortable bed I shared with Sam which had once been the world's most prestigious hotel. An invisible force stop him from his younger brother, now all a man of strong jaw muscles defined and framed by the skin that seemed eternally bathed in sunshine. Sam had mastered his powers to perfection and was fascinated to find new ways of torturing Dean, in the best possible way of course. Often, as he did today, left Dean still in bed, drew specific memories of his own mind and that of his brother to pass over and over in your head. Dean felt like I was living those moments again. The same desire, the same sensations and crazy not to release the tension was growing. When Sam returned to take charge of their affairs, Dean was always on the verge of collapse. Today, Sam had decided, Dean would reach a new limit so that instead of giving the relief they need quickly, I would go one step further in his desire.
Sam, stripped of their clothes, climbed into bed and sat on his brother's chest and knees supported on the sides, withdrew and left the illusion that Dean saw it. The look in his eyes his brother evergreen affect not stop. Dean was madness, lust and salvation. It was passion, love and total lawlessness. When he tried to lift his arms to touch Sam, a furious growl escaped his throat when he felt he could not. "No, no, not my beautiful brother. Not yet. "- Sam said grinning. Dean looked at him with eyes bulging, did not understand why not let him free at once. The answer came when he lowered his eyes to the height of his chest. "Dean, I thought you'd like to look like you did when we were kids." A flash of that afternoon in the school passed before his eyes. "I thought you'd enjoy myself knowing that I do enjoy thinking about you." Dean could not take his eyes from the languid movement Sam's long fingers on itself. "You loved spy, is not it brother?" Dean was sure to explode if Sam was well. "I knew it and why I always managed to find me in these situations say that ... happened." Sam laughed that deep laugh, designed to impose fear and respect but I shook Dean of desire. A flash of Sam with his eyes covered by a red ribbon and shouting his name went before him. "Every time you thought you had gone unnoticed, I knew you were there." Sam's hands had been made faster and more violence. "And even the times I let you know I had noticed your presence made you to stop. "Sam's breathing was out of control, I knew it would not last much longer so I chose that moment to free Dean, put her legs around his waist and penetrate the vibrant and delicious entry his older brother. Dean cried out in sweet agony. Become an animal without reason, pulled Sam's hair to make her lips meet and kiss and bite until they bled. Sam lost his sanity at that moment and drove his teeth into the neck of his brother as the two ran out, screaming, growling and shaking at the intensity of your orgasm.
As happened all too often leaving marks on the body of his brother, Sam was ready to wash all wounds with little kisses and caresses of his tongue. No matter how long it took, kissed each of them until the skin is restored and not left any evidence. The abandonment and the sweetness with which Sammy was surrendered to the ritual filled with warmth the heart of Dean. This was one of their favorite moments because it was one of the few occasions when Sam let someone see the vulnerable side that had not lost despite all the destruction around them. In the eyes of Dean, and only for him, Sam was again the bright-eyed boy full of hope and goodness.
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always Dean knew that the bond that united his brother was different, that Sam was different, we both were and that, instead of away, he did love his little Sammy even more. End
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