Title: Brothers on a Hotel Bed, But Really

Author: taskmaster69

Warnings: dub-con if you squint. Bottom!Sammy, Bobby, also incest but do I have to warn for that here?

Summary: I suck at these, just read it okay. Please leave fb, they’re love. Dean gets out of hell, okay? Unbeta’d, I wrote this for Badfic Idol at Winchestercon 2008 okay?


Sam woke from yet another bad dream, where all he could dream about was Dean and the agony of him being in Hell. Dean in Hell, that is. Sam rubbed his tear-swollen puppy dog hazel-green eyes and sighed. He blinked and realized there was something on the bed next to him, like when the cat brings you a treat during the night. Not that Dad had ever let them had a pet, but that’s how he’d heard it went. It would have been great, but John Winchester was a hard task-master, and some childhood dreams could never be realized.

Sam squinted and the object on the pillow next to him came into focus.

He gasped and realized—it was a gorgeous set of cock and balls—but not just any gorgeous cock and balls. It was Dean’s cock, because he would know those anywhere. Only it wasn’t quite right. There was a large handprint branded around its girth, but Sam knew immediately it wasn’t his handprint. It couldn’t be. He breathed deeply and his nose was filled with the very essence of Dean: flannel, pie, gun oil and leather, and something distinctly “Dean.”

He felt a throb of recognition that pulled his cock to immediate three-quarter hardness. Oh God this was crazy, he was hard and heartbroken all at once!

Sam tentatively reached out and cradled Dean’s cock in his hands. He mushed his face into the pillow and began to cry. Then , as if in sympathetic reaction, Dean’s cock began to weep. Sam’s sobs deepened and he clutched Dean’s weeping cock to his bosom. Oh he’d missed Dean so much! Dean’s cock, especially, of course. He curled onto his side and sniffled, something soft and unexpected startling him as he rubbed Dean’s soft ballsac.

He pulled the whatever it was loose and his looked questioningly at the thing now between his fingers—it was a feather. Sam was stunned, but not as if he’d been hit upside the head, more in that way where something unexpected happens.

Sam was so overwhelmed by grief and relief and confusion that he just fell back into an exhausted sleep. But not really falling, because he was in bed, just closing his eyes.

Sometime later Sam woke to a light, not unfamiliar nudging at his most secret entrance. He rolled onto his stomach and was holding a pillow to his broad, muscular chest. Something—Sam gasped again—pushed harder then breached his tight outer ring.

He knew at once that was Dean’s cock, and he remembered waking earlier having found Dean’s cock in bed with him. It hadn’t been a dream! Thank God, no really, thank GOD. His prayers had finally been heard, and clearly, answered. He opened his legs wider to welcome the loving intrusion, and Dean’s cock, already slick and turgid, slid gently home where it belonged. Not and actual house, but that idea where anyplace Dean’s cock and Sam’s secret entrance meet is “home.”

Sam humped the mattress and moaned as he feels the ridges of the handprint rub against his prostrate. It felt so good, and yet, jealousy burned through him at the idea of someone else’s hand on Dean’s cock. That cock was his! And Dean’s. He also hoped Dean wouldn’t mind someone else’s handprint in his most secret place.

It had been so long since he’d felt this Sam knew was already about to come. He was so close! Then Dean’s cock twisted deep inside and that handprint brushed his bundle of nerves. He grunted and grinded into the mattress harder then came. He came so much he knew he’d have to leave a tip for housekeeping because wow, what a mess he’d made. He came so hard he saw stars, but not actual stars, just tiny explosions of pleasure behind his eyelids. Dean’s cock took the cue and began pounding him roughly, balls slapping his ass in a musical sound that Sam had longed to hear for so long.

Then Dean’s cock exploded deep in him and Sam sighed in bliss and passed out into oblivion.

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Sam woke with a start as he remembered everything that had happened since he’d woken the last two times. He threw the blankets back and reached for his cellphone. What did this mean? Where was the rest of Dean? He wasn’t going to complain about having this particular part back, that was for sure, but now he desperately needed the rest of his brother.

There was only one person who could help, especially given the delicate nature of this problem. Bobby. He dialed the number and stroked Dean’s cock idly while he waited for Bobby to answer. He would almost swear he could hear it purring, like the cat John Winchester would never let them have. John Winchester, his dead father. Sam sighed when all he got was voicemail. He left a quick message and said he’d be to Bobby’s house soon as he could and he was bringing something surprising with him.

Sam noticed Dean’s cock was covered in dried come, and he couldn’t help but lift it to his lips then cram it into his mouth to clean it. He groaned but couldn’t get too aroused—there wasn’t time—but he lovingly cleaned every last inch of Dean’s cock, then tucked it into the bed so he could take a shower.

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Bobby, as always, had been grumpy but helpful. He’d affectionately called the boys “idjits,” sprinkled holy water-laced beer on Dean’s cock, then drew them both into a big hug.

Sam had been embarrassed about it, but had made himself explain that when Dean came deep inside him earlier, he thought they’d soul-bonded, because now Sam could sense Dean still in hell and Dean’s tormented suffering. Bobby had the real surprise, not being at all shocked at the boys’ relationship. Apparently Bobby had known about their relationship all along and didn’t mind.

Now Sam was on his way to Dean’s grave, but would soon have to stop at a motel first. See, the safest place he’d known to put Dean’s cock was inside himself, and as he drove he could barely keep it together, because every bump of the rode drove Dean’s cock further into him, Dean’s balls pressed against his ass. He wouldn’t make it all the way to Dean’s grave with all this distraction, but there was no better place to put it.

Sam switched on the radio to distract himself from his raging hard-on and Dean’s cock so snug within him. The sounds of Metallica flooded the Impala—but not water, just that it was filled with sound, which is made up of waves, except, these are the invisible kind—and Dean’s cock began to bob in time to the music. He gunned the engine when he saw a sign for a motel and the tires squealed as he pulled into the parking lot. He hurriedly got a room and didn’t pay attention to the strange looks the guy gave him.

Sam threw himself on the bed and undid his jeans, widened his knees and let Dean’s cock free to pound into him. He groaned and came, more not-real stars blinding him behind his eyes. Dean’s cock hit his prostrate on every stroke then came deep inside. He sent up a silent prayer that God would soon send him the rest of Dean. Sam sighed happily and fell into the pillows and fell asleep.

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Four months later there was a knock on the door. Sam looked at it questioningly and drew his gun. Maybe it was the pizza delivery guy. He didn’t need the gun for that but you could never be sure.

It wasn’t pizza—it was even better—it was Dean, his long-lost, thought to be in Hell, older brother. Sam gaped then dropped the gun and dragged the shorter man into his arms. They staggered into the room and slammed the door. Sam sobbed into Dean’s shoulder and Dean held him tighter. When they pulled apart Dean noticed the huge wet spot on his t-shirt.

“Sam, of course you’re glad to see me, but that’s just a bit freaky, dude.” He tried to crack a joke but crumpled forward again and dragged Sam into his arms again. “Oh Sammy,” he cried, distraught, “I’m back and I missed you so much but maybe you won’t want me anymore.”

Sam tightened his arms and a startled sob surged through him. “What? How could I ever not want you Dean?”

Dean cried harder. “I. I… I.. I’m not WHOLE, Sam… I came back…wrong.”

Sam suddenly knew what Dean was meaning. He grinned, tears forgotten, and spun them around. “Oh,” he said knowingly. “That.” He licked his lips and threw Dean onto the bed. “Don’t worry about that—I have something for you.”

Sam stripped his tee and tossed it at Dean. It landed on Dean’s face and he sniffed then said, “Sammy, did you get me pie?”

Sam grinned. “I got you better.” He took Dean’s cock from where he’d been wearing around his neck with the amulet he’d given Dean that one Christmas when they were young and of course John Winchester never showed because he was such a hard task-master. He held Dean’s cock in his hands and Dean gasped and Sam waggled it back and forth teasingly.

Dean hurriedly shed his offending articles of all clothing and wriggled on the bed like an anxious puppy. Yet another kind of pet or allowance John Winchester would never have let them have. Sam smiled at the sight of Dean opening his legs and he realized he too was suddenly, perfectly, one-hundred percent hard.

Sam quickly prepared Dean and used Dean’s cock to fuck his older brother. He used it like you would a dildo, even though he’d never used a dildo before, because Sam was kinda vanilla about sex. Not like the ice cream or the flavor he liked in his frappuccino, but like when you don’t do much that’s exciting or risky. He nudged Dean’s opening and Dean groaned happily and hungrily.

Sam read the hungry thrust of Dean’s hips like a vacancy sign, and rammed Dean’s cock deep inside, fingers hooked at Dean’s grasping sides to leave room for him to follow with his cock. Dean grunted again and stared at Sam, over-stuffed and weeping with joy

Sam set a fast and hard pace and fucked Dean with both their cocks, running towards the finish line, their panting breaths heaving and he drove them towards completion. Dean held onto his arms and Sam leaned closer, bit Dean’s perfect cock-sucking lips into a kiss.

He groaned—he’d really, really missed those perfect cock-sucking lips.

Later, when they woke up wrapped in each other’s arms, Dean grinned lazily at Sam and said “Hey there, little brother. Want to get it out of me and put it back where it belongs, now?”

Sam was confused for a moment, because his cock in Dean’s ass was exactly where it belonged. But then he realized he wasn’t in Dean anymore, but oh, Dean’s cock still was in Dean’s ass. He chuckled and lifted Dean’s leg, reached down and gently pulled it loose. As Dean’s cock escaped his clutching outer ring, it came out with a dirty, audibly wet pop.

It sent a shiver through him and they laughed and kissed. Sam knew without having to be told how to reattach Dean’s cock. As soon as it did Dean’s eyes went wide.

“Dude!” he exclaimed. “I can’t believe you did all that with, you know, me.”

Sam laughed and realized that Dean just figured out all the ways he’d used Dean’s cock as soon as it was reattached, like an information download of the soul. That and they were soul-bonded forever, now. He dragged Dean closer and said “Oh you don’t mind.”

Dean laughed harder. “Yeah, you’re right.”

Then they both laughed and cried same time, so relieved Dean was back and finally, finally whole.