Scars (1/?)

[stillrose]

Title: Scars
Fandom: Supernatural  
Sequel to: Burn (found here)
Warnings:   Slash, wincest, language, angst, and possible Winchester Whomping
Rating: NC17
Summary: Sam and Dean deal with the aftermath of actions in Burn while trying to stop the    “Greenbrier Witch” from preying on any more of the heart-broken.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Sam and Dean; just borrowing them. All I own is what my cats don’t want. Unbeated.

OK folks...here it is the first chap of Scars! I got my notes on it started yesterday, did some research on a key plot point and most importantly got a new Yankee Candle (Fresh Cut Roses) which I have to burn while I write. Right now I can't tell you how long this story will be; but hopefully it won't be much longer than Burn. We'll see.

As always: Feedback make my heart go pitter-patter. 

The Impala was shiny and warm in the sun; so was Sam.  Dean stared at both with a fierce possessiveness. Mine! He stretched out his right hand and ran it down Sam’s back gleaming with a fine sheen of sweat. Dean’s left hand snaked down the Impala hood stretched under and around Sam.

Both were sleek, beautiful, hard and waiting for him. Both seemed to hum in response to his touch.

“Dean,” Sam’s voice was muffled from where his face was buried on his forearms resting on the hood. “Dean, please.”

Dean was hard and the need in Sammy’s voice had him swelling to painful proportions. Still, he wanted to savor this moment and the intensely erotic vision before him. Sam was sweetly nude and bent over the hood over the black muscle car. His hips were canted away from the Impala so his hard and leaking cock hung free and over it.

The Impala and Sam were both there in front of him. They both waited to be touched, handled and driven by Dean. They were all Dean needed in this world. They were all Dean loved in this world. They were home.

Sam’s round and sweet ass gently swayed before Dean like an offering. Mine! Dean thought again. He moved forward and unbuttoned his fly, freeing his own hard and leaking rod.

“What do you need, Sammy?” Dean asked as he began to stroke and pet Sam’s offered globes.

“Dean, I need you. I need you inside me.” Sam whimpered.

Dean parted Sam’s firm cheeks and begun to circle Sam’s sweet little hole with his thumbs. Sam moaned and shifted his hips trying to get Dean’s fingers inside him.

“Dean I need you to fuck me!” Sam cried in frustration.

Dean easily slid a finger inside the puckered opening. It’s already slick and stretched!

“You’re ready for me,” Dean said unable to hide his amazement, or desire, as Sam started to fuck himself on Dean’s finger.

“Always, Dean,” Sam panted, “Always ready for you.”

Dean slid another two fingers inside of Sam and then watched as Sam’s movements grew faster and more erratic. Sam was sliding up and down Dean’s fingers taking him all in and then leaving him all out of that wonderful tight heat that was Sammy.

A groan escaped Dean. He could never get tired of the vision of his brother fucking himself on a part of Dean. On Sam’s next down thrust Dean flexed his fingers and hit Sam’s hidden pleasure button.

“DEAN! FUUUUUCK MEEEE!”  Sam lifted his head and cried out as his world went temporarily white with sensation and need.

Dean withdrew his fingers and grabbed Sam’s hips. My car. My Sammy. I drive, Dean thought.

“I don’t fuck you Sam,” Dean said as he lined his aching member up with his brother’s entrance. “I never ‘fuck you.’”

Sam whimpered. Sam ached to thrust himself on Dean’s cock, but Dean held him firm. Sam curled his hands into fists and sobbed with need and frustration.

“Please, Dean,” Sam begged.

“Tell me what you need, Sam,” Dean’s reply was as firm and unrelenting as his grasp.

“Dean,” Sam sobbed and then angrily turned his head to look at Dean. What game was he playing? The vision of Dean standing behind him fully clothed except for his hard bared cock ready to plunder Sam, left him even more desperate for Dean.

However, the look on Dean’s face gave Sam a moment’s pause. Dean was hungry with desire and yet there was a peace there Sam had never seen. Dean looked like a man who had everything he’d ever wanted and only needed a final word to reach out and claim it.

“Dean,” Sam said quietly, “Love me. Please, just love me.”

“Always,” Dean promised as he slid into Sam. Dean held Sam’s gaze as he began to thrust into him. The tight heat that surrounded, clenched and cradled Dean was as intense as tight, hot and welcoming as the emotion on Sam’s face.

“Love you, Sammy,” Dean said as he began to pound into his brother; the need to drive, to control, to enjoy and to cherish what was his overwhelming him. Sam turned his head and lay it back down on his forearms. He relaxed into Dean’s possession of him. This was all Sam needed.

Dean rocked into Sam over and over. Sam’s body responded to every thrust with hunger and acceptance. Sam, like the Impala, was a powerful thing completely in tune with Dean. Dean’s every touch and every sound was answered by Sam without hesitation or false start.

Dean was pounding into Sam so hard now his balls were slamming against Sam’s ass. He watched with hunger as he brother took each thrust and purred louder. Dean was driving toward release. It wasn’t just enough for him to explode in Sammy. Dean needed Sam to come with him. They always were together and they always would be.

Sam screamed in fierce pleasure as one of Dean’s hands reached around to sheathe Sam’s abandoned cock.

“Let’s do this together, Sam,” Dean said as he began to pump Sam’s shaft in time to the possessive thrusts.

“Dean…Dean...,” Sam began to pant. He was so close. Each thrust of Dean hit Sam’s sweet spot and each stroke left Sam’s balls just that much tighter.

“I need you, Sam,” Dean panted back. “I Iove you and I need you and I want you to cum now. Cum screaming and shooting all over my car. I need to see you….”

Sam exploded. His vision went black as his white passion spurted and showered the Impala.

Dean’s cock was clenched inside of Sam; caught in the ripple of the powerful orgasm. Dean fought to keep his eyes opened and focused as he began to shoot his seed in powerful pulses deep inside Sam.

As Dean erupted inside of Sam he watched his brother’s release settle and drip on the Impala. He heard Sam’s scream of pleasure echo back to him. Oh Sammy! Mine! Dean thought as he finished his own powerful orgasm.

Afterwards, Dean continued to gently stroke Sam’s overwhelmed cock; gentling it through the after shocks and milking every precious drop.

When Sam was done, Dean brought his hand back and feasted on the taste of his brother. He could never get enough of that taste.

“Dean…,”

***

“….Dean,” Sam said again.

“Hmmm,” Dean purred.

“Dean,” Sam said a little more emphatically.

“Yeah Sammy?” came the sleepy reply.

“It’s Sam you dork and wake up!” Sam said as he lightly smacked his brother.

Dean’s eyes flew open and jerked back.

“Ow!” Dean said as he hit his head on the side window.

“We’re almost to Greenbrier. You said to wake you when we got close,” Sam paused and briefly turned this head from the road to look at his brother. “Must have been some dream.”

Dean twisted in his seat to try and get some more room for his painfully swollen dick. “Uhm..yeah.”

“Good or bad?

“What?” Dean tried to process Sam’s question.

“Good or bad dream? Couldn’t tell. You ok?”

“It was nothing Sam. I’m fine,” Dean lied.

Sam let the lie hang there for a moment. It was just one more that hung between them since they’d left the hotel the day before. One more lie since Dean had saved Sam. One more lie since Dean fucked me.

Sam tightened his grip on the steering wheel. He wasn’t sure what he feared more overwhelming him. There was the guilt. Sam felt guilty for putting Dean into the situation where had to make a choice to do something so wrong. Maybe Sam hadn’t set about getting hexed, but if he hadn’t Dean would have never been forced into a situation to fuck his brother or watch him go to a twisted witch and die.

Then there were the memories. Sam had memories to fear overwhelming him. Memories of how it felt when Dean touched him, kissed, and entered him flared through Sam on a regular basis. He was caught between wanting to forget and just wanting. Sam had never had responded to sex like that before and he knew deep down he wouldn’t again. Sam suppressed a groan. Unless it was with Dean.

Sam came full circle back to guilt. This time he felt guilty for that part of him which enjoyed what they had done. Sam wanted to chalk it up to the hex, but he knew he couldn’t.

“I’m going to stop at Chug and Go to gas up,” Sam finally said to break the silence and the litany of his thoughts.

“Sounds good,” Dean said without looking at Sam. He couldn’t afford to look at Sam, not when Dean was still so hard.  Dean turned his head away from Sam and bit a knuckle hoping the pain would give him some control back.

Dean had promised Sam he wouldn’t feel guilty for doing what he had had to do to save Sam’s life but Dean couldn’t stop feeling guilty for wanting Sam. He had to stop and he couldn’t. No matter what he dreamed, Sam wasn’t his and never could be. Dean knew thinking it, dreaming it, and wanting it would only drive him and Sam apart.

I’m going to kill that fucking bitch, Dean thought. She did worse than try and kill Sam. Because of her I’m losing my Sammy.

TBC in prt 2