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Title: Jealousy
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing: Dean/Sam (Wincest people!)
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Short little fic about Sam getting jealous.
Spoilers/Warnings: There is incest and somewhat rough sex. No spoilers though.
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters. Don't sue me 'cause I is broke.
Author's Notes: I was laying in bed this morning suffering from a cold trying to get myself to go back to sleep when this popped into my head. I had no choice but to get up and write it down because the muse very rarely visits me. My beta![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
jackiesjunkie kindly fixed all my grammar errors. Thanks again sweetie. :)
Sam threw Dean down on the bed. He started ripping off their clothes while he brutally kissed Dean's mouth. Sam shoved lube into Dean's hand and told him to get himself ready. Dean was tempted to make some comment about Sam being bossy but the way Sam was shaking with barely controlled rage Dean thought it'd be a good idea to just do as he was told. If he let Sam do it he wouldn't be able to sit for a month. Once he was ready, Sam just slammed into him. With every thrust it felt like Sam went deeper and deeper. The bed banged against the wall and Dean clung onto Sam with one arm and fisted himself with the other. It felt so good he wanted it to last forever but too soon his orgasm hit. It was so intense he felt like he was dying. Afterwards, all he could do was hold onto the headboard while Sam continued to pound into him. Finally Sam came, howling Dean's name and collapsing on top of him.
After pulling out and laying down next to him, Sam grabbed Dean's face and said, "You're mine."
That's when Dean remembered why Sam was so crazed. They'd been in a bar and Dean had been flirting with this group of girls. Sam had suddenly come up, grabbed Dean and practically pulled him out of the bar.
Apparently he still wasn't over it.
Dean grinned. "Sam, the jealousy thing is flattering but..."
Sam interrupted, "No one gets to touch you but me!"
"I was just talking."
"You were hitting on those women!"
"No, I wasn't, I was just flirting with them. There's a difference. I don't hit on women anymore, I dont want anyone but you. Well, okay, I do because I'm still me and I still want anything on two legs but I wouldn't do it because it would hurt you."
Dean placed his hand on Sam's chest, over his heart, and said, "And I don't hurt you."
"At least not on purpose," he added with a sheepish smile.
Sam's anger seemed to deflate at that. He smiled and put his hand over Dean's. "I know."
Dean kissed him and said, "So it's settled, you're stuck with me."
As Dean curled up against his side to go to sleep, Sam said, "Good."
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing: Dean/Sam (Wincest people!)
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Short little fic about Sam getting jealous.
Spoilers/Warnings: There is incest and somewhat rough sex. No spoilers though.
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters. Don't sue me 'cause I is broke.
Author's Notes: I was laying in bed this morning suffering from a cold trying to get myself to go back to sleep when this popped into my head. I had no choice but to get up and write it down because the muse very rarely visits me. My beta
jackiesjunkie kindly fixed all my grammar errors. Thanks again sweetie. :)Sam threw Dean down on the bed. He started ripping off their clothes while he brutally kissed Dean's mouth. Sam shoved lube into Dean's hand and told him to get himself ready. Dean was tempted to make some comment about Sam being bossy but the way Sam was shaking with barely controlled rage Dean thought it'd be a good idea to just do as he was told. If he let Sam do it he wouldn't be able to sit for a month. Once he was ready, Sam just slammed into him. With every thrust it felt like Sam went deeper and deeper. The bed banged against the wall and Dean clung onto Sam with one arm and fisted himself with the other. It felt so good he wanted it to last forever but too soon his orgasm hit. It was so intense he felt like he was dying. Afterwards, all he could do was hold onto the headboard while Sam continued to pound into him. Finally Sam came, howling Dean's name and collapsing on top of him.
After pulling out and laying down next to him, Sam grabbed Dean's face and said, "You're mine."
That's when Dean remembered why Sam was so crazed. They'd been in a bar and Dean had been flirting with this group of girls. Sam had suddenly come up, grabbed Dean and practically pulled him out of the bar.
Apparently he still wasn't over it.
Dean grinned. "Sam, the jealousy thing is flattering but..."
Sam interrupted, "No one gets to touch you but me!"
"I was just talking."
"You were hitting on those women!"
"No, I wasn't, I was just flirting with them. There's a difference. I don't hit on women anymore, I dont want anyone but you. Well, okay, I do because I'm still me and I still want anything on two legs but I wouldn't do it because it would hurt you."
Dean placed his hand on Sam's chest, over his heart, and said, "And I don't hurt you."
"At least not on purpose," he added with a sheepish smile.
Sam's anger seemed to deflate at that. He smiled and put his hand over Dean's. "I know."
Dean kissed him and said, "So it's settled, you're stuck with me."
As Dean curled up against his side to go to sleep, Sam said, "Good."
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