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Epilogue
Sam could see Dean’s back shining with sweat, his muscles rippling under his skin as he worked on the car outside. Sam hadn’t even managed to read two pages of the text he was supposed to be studying – the view out the window was too distracting. It was hot; South Dakota was having a record-setting heat wave, and it was easily over a hundred degrees outside. Dean had stripped his shirt off a couple of hours ago and tucked an edge into the back of his pants, letting the black splash of cloth trail down behind him. That was proving to be Sam’s undoing.
Dean stilled once more. It was at least the tenth time today that his gaze strayed down the driveway, every cell in his body waiting. Sam knew what the look was in Dean’s eyes, even though Dean’s face was angled away. Dean had been distracted and moody for days.
Sam threw the book on the table. The newspaper from the previous morning was still sitting there innocently. He knew what he needed to do. He snatched it up and moved decisively out the door.
Once he was through the door, Sam slowed; Dean was still staring off down the driveway and he was suddenly unsure of how to approach his brother. He hadn’t thought Dean was even aware of him until a quiet, “Hey…” in greeting startled Sam when he was only inches away.
This close, Sam could see that Dean’s skin was turning red. He reached out and stroked it gently with his fingertips, drawing out a barely audible hiss of pain from his brother. “You’re turning red,” Sam murmured, bending over his brother’s back and pressing his lips to the warm skin, parting them to let his tongue caress the salty warmth.
He felt Dean tense under his touch, and he pulled back, but left his hand lightly resting there, keeping the connection. “He’s not coming, Dean.”
“You don’t know that,” Dean growled, not shifting his eyes away from the driveway. “He could come driving down the road at any time now. He’s probably just been held up with a hunt gone bad.”
“Yeah, actually, I do know that he isn’t coming,” Sam replied flatly ignoring the second part of what Dean had said. “He’s more than two weeks late. He isn’t going to show.”
Dean slammed his palm against the curved edge of the hood. “Damn it, Sam, you don’t…” Dean sputtered, and then sighed heavily and turned around, leaning against the car. This side of the car was protected from the sun by the shade of the open hood, but it still had to be uncomfortably hot. Sam noted absently that Dean took care to make sure it was his jeans-covered ass that rested against the metal, not his exposed lower back.
Dean was glaring at him, but Sam’s attention was caught by the taut musculature of Dean’s chest. He let the paper drop to the ground and brought his hands up to lightly rest against his brother. He dipped down and flicked his tongue over one of Dean’s nipples, pressed his fingers against Dean’s pectorals and massaged gently.
“Sammy…” Dean breathed out. Sam couldn’t tell if Dean was warning him off or calling for more.
He slid his hands down to Dean’s stomach and dropped to his knees, running his tongue over Dean’s belly button, which was easily visible over the edge of Dean’s low-hipped jeans. He ran his tongue over and around and then inside, swirling it around the edges, and when he dropped his hands down to rest on either side of Dean’s hips, he could feel the jeans becoming tightly stretched.
He let his tongue trail wetly down, following the light path of hair that dusted Dean’s skin, and then mouthed Dean’s dick through the thick cloth. “God,” Dean moaned in pleasure, but it quickly turned to a whine when Sam reached up and popped the top button on his jeans. “Sam, stop,” he gasped out. “We’re too exposed here. Dad… Bobby…”
Sam released Dean, noting with satisfaction the small patches of wetness staining the material from both inside and out. Dean was definitely hard and aching at this point. Served him right for being so beautiful. Sam had been hard most of the afternoon – turnabout was fair play.
Sam looked up, finally meeting Dean’s gaze. “He’s not coming.” When Dean opened his mouth to argue, Sam hastened to add, “It’s better this way, anyway. You and me against the world, just like it’s always been… right?”
“Not always, Sam,” Dean bit back.
Sam couldn’t keep the flash of hurt off his face and he looked away. Dean flushed red. “I’m sorry. That was kind of dick. I… I didn’t really mean that. And that’s not really the point anyway. We’re a family. Families stick together.”
Yeah, like their dad had stuck by them when they were growing up, Sam thought, irritated, but he managed to keep his comment inside. “I don’t wanna fight, Dean,” he said instead. He picked up the paper he’d absent-mindedly dropped to the dirt and held it up. “Let’s get out of here. I found us a hunt. Easy stuff – ghosts down in Louisiana. Dad can always call us if he changes his mind.”
“Not that you aren’t pretty down there, but you wanna get off your knees, Sam? Bobby could come out any minute.”
“Seriously? You’re worried about Bobby? He hasn’t been out of research mode more than a handful of times since we got back, and even when he has made an appearance, I don’t think he’s said more than two words to either of us…”
Truth be told, Sam was worried about the man, but Bobby had waved off all of Sam’s attempts to get him to talk about what had happened, and Sam wasn’t sure what else to do.
Dean squinted towards the house. He looked uneasy… tense and unsure of himself. Dean wasn’t going to be able to let it go.
Sam finally took pity on him. “I’ll get off my knees if you’ll go inside with me – we need to get you out of the sun.” Sam stood and grabbed the front of Dean’s jeans, pulling him forward.
Dean glanced back at the car with a slightly frustrated look, but turned back without too much prompting and let Sam pull him into the house.
He glanced around worriedly when they got inside, probably looking for Bobby, but the house was quiet. Finally relaxing, Dean swung Sam around and pressed him against the wall next to the door. He placed his hands on either side of Sam’s neck and looked him in the eyes. “Hey, you know I don’t… I mean, I’m okay. With us,” Dean said softly, his voice filled with concern. He brushed his lips against Sam’s and added, “I didn’t mean to imply that I wasn’t, out there.”
“I know,” Sam answered simply. And it dawned on him with sudden clarity, he did know. Dean loved him. This thing between them, it wasn’t something Dean was doing out of obligation. He wasn’t sure what had changed, but the nagging doubts he’d had about that since this had all started just… weren’t there anymore, hadn’t been there for days. Like a switch had gotten flipped in his brain and turned it all off, or something.
He pulled Dean in for a deep, exploratory kiss, relishing the taste and texture and smell, luxuriating in Dean, before pulling back enough to whisper a breathless, “I love you.”
Dean smirked at Sam, but his response was sincere, “I know you do, man. Feeling’s pretty mutual.”
“Let’s go upstairs,” Sam suggested. “I can put lotion on your back, and… other places…”
Dean pulled out of Sam’s arms like a shot and was half-way up the stairs before he turned back and asked impatiently, “Dude, you coming, or not?”
“Right behind you,” Sam answered back, hurrying to catch up. I’ll always be right behind you…
~Le Fin
Art by Caelieth
Author's Notes and Thanks: This whole verse started with the simple prompt that John finds out... yeah still trying to get there. There will absolutely be another story in this verse, because if there isn't, my friend might kill me, and I don't want her to go to jail. ;) Anyway, I'm pretty proud of this one, so I hope you enjoyed it.
This verse started as a birthday exchange between![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
rivestra and me. She's the absolute best friend a girl could ever have. She's my inspiration both inside and outside of fandom. I'm a better person because of her. She's the one that got me writing, she's the one that made this story as good as it is, and her WIP, post-apocalyptic, fuck-or-die, slave!fic, Winchester Synchronicity, is way better than mine - so please check it out and tell her what your think! I promise you won't be disappointed.
snarkgoddess also deserves massive amounts of love. She held my hand and talked me down from the ledge more than once, and even though she sent me back tons and tons of changes, she managed to do it without ever making me feel like I couldn't do this. She's my biggest cheerleader and my most demanding critic all at the same time. Thank you, darling. You rock.
I'm truly privileged to have made so many good friends through fandom. I metloolookitty during last year's big bang, and she's become an awesome friend. She read my story when it was still in its infancy, responded to my last minute plea for one more beta, and she cheered me on the entire time in between. I'm so glad I get to claim your friendship, baby!
I'd also like to thankemerish for reading the story early on and assuring me it would work as a stand-alone, and my good friends, denyce, ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-syndicated.gif)
amara_m, macbyrne, raggedy_edge and amothea for always being there to listen to me and cheer me on. I would never write anything if it weren't for my friends in fandom.
Thanks also towendy and thehighwaywoman at ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
spn_j2_bigbang, they run the best writing challenge in the any fandom.
Finally, I'd like to thank my big bang artist,caelieth. I was absolutely blown away with the art she created based on my story. The boy's love for each other is palpable in everything she created. I could stare at it all for hours (and I have ;) She totally went above and beyond for me, making not only art, but a soundtrack and a vid as well. I hope I'm lucky enough to work with her again sometime. She's truly generous and amazing. Go shower her with love!
Comments are love - Thanks for reading!
Chapter Seven | Soundtrack
Epilogue
Sam could see Dean’s back shining with sweat, his muscles rippling under his skin as he worked on the car outside. Sam hadn’t even managed to read two pages of the text he was supposed to be studying – the view out the window was too distracting. It was hot; South Dakota was having a record-setting heat wave, and it was easily over a hundred degrees outside. Dean had stripped his shirt off a couple of hours ago and tucked an edge into the back of his pants, letting the black splash of cloth trail down behind him. That was proving to be Sam’s undoing.
Dean stilled once more. It was at least the tenth time today that his gaze strayed down the driveway, every cell in his body waiting. Sam knew what the look was in Dean’s eyes, even though Dean’s face was angled away. Dean had been distracted and moody for days.
Sam threw the book on the table. The newspaper from the previous morning was still sitting there innocently. He knew what he needed to do. He snatched it up and moved decisively out the door.
Once he was through the door, Sam slowed; Dean was still staring off down the driveway and he was suddenly unsure of how to approach his brother. He hadn’t thought Dean was even aware of him until a quiet, “Hey…” in greeting startled Sam when he was only inches away.
This close, Sam could see that Dean’s skin was turning red. He reached out and stroked it gently with his fingertips, drawing out a barely audible hiss of pain from his brother. “You’re turning red,” Sam murmured, bending over his brother’s back and pressing his lips to the warm skin, parting them to let his tongue caress the salty warmth.
He felt Dean tense under his touch, and he pulled back, but left his hand lightly resting there, keeping the connection. “He’s not coming, Dean.”
“You don’t know that,” Dean growled, not shifting his eyes away from the driveway. “He could come driving down the road at any time now. He’s probably just been held up with a hunt gone bad.”
“Yeah, actually, I do know that he isn’t coming,” Sam replied flatly ignoring the second part of what Dean had said. “He’s more than two weeks late. He isn’t going to show.”
Dean slammed his palm against the curved edge of the hood. “Damn it, Sam, you don’t…” Dean sputtered, and then sighed heavily and turned around, leaning against the car. This side of the car was protected from the sun by the shade of the open hood, but it still had to be uncomfortably hot. Sam noted absently that Dean took care to make sure it was his jeans-covered ass that rested against the metal, not his exposed lower back.
Dean was glaring at him, but Sam’s attention was caught by the taut musculature of Dean’s chest. He let the paper drop to the ground and brought his hands up to lightly rest against his brother. He dipped down and flicked his tongue over one of Dean’s nipples, pressed his fingers against Dean’s pectorals and massaged gently.
“Sammy…” Dean breathed out. Sam couldn’t tell if Dean was warning him off or calling for more.
He slid his hands down to Dean’s stomach and dropped to his knees, running his tongue over Dean’s belly button, which was easily visible over the edge of Dean’s low-hipped jeans. He ran his tongue over and around and then inside, swirling it around the edges, and when he dropped his hands down to rest on either side of Dean’s hips, he could feel the jeans becoming tightly stretched.
He let his tongue trail wetly down, following the light path of hair that dusted Dean’s skin, and then mouthed Dean’s dick through the thick cloth. “God,” Dean moaned in pleasure, but it quickly turned to a whine when Sam reached up and popped the top button on his jeans. “Sam, stop,” he gasped out. “We’re too exposed here. Dad… Bobby…”
Sam released Dean, noting with satisfaction the small patches of wetness staining the material from both inside and out. Dean was definitely hard and aching at this point. Served him right for being so beautiful. Sam had been hard most of the afternoon – turnabout was fair play.
Sam looked up, finally meeting Dean’s gaze. “He’s not coming.” When Dean opened his mouth to argue, Sam hastened to add, “It’s better this way, anyway. You and me against the world, just like it’s always been… right?”
“Not always, Sam,” Dean bit back.
Sam couldn’t keep the flash of hurt off his face and he looked away. Dean flushed red. “I’m sorry. That was kind of dick. I… I didn’t really mean that. And that’s not really the point anyway. We’re a family. Families stick together.”
Yeah, like their dad had stuck by them when they were growing up, Sam thought, irritated, but he managed to keep his comment inside. “I don’t wanna fight, Dean,” he said instead. He picked up the paper he’d absent-mindedly dropped to the dirt and held it up. “Let’s get out of here. I found us a hunt. Easy stuff – ghosts down in Louisiana. Dad can always call us if he changes his mind.”
“Not that you aren’t pretty down there, but you wanna get off your knees, Sam? Bobby could come out any minute.”
“Seriously? You’re worried about Bobby? He hasn’t been out of research mode more than a handful of times since we got back, and even when he has made an appearance, I don’t think he’s said more than two words to either of us…”
Truth be told, Sam was worried about the man, but Bobby had waved off all of Sam’s attempts to get him to talk about what had happened, and Sam wasn’t sure what else to do.
Dean squinted towards the house. He looked uneasy… tense and unsure of himself. Dean wasn’t going to be able to let it go.
Sam finally took pity on him. “I’ll get off my knees if you’ll go inside with me – we need to get you out of the sun.” Sam stood and grabbed the front of Dean’s jeans, pulling him forward.
Dean glanced back at the car with a slightly frustrated look, but turned back without too much prompting and let Sam pull him into the house.
He glanced around worriedly when they got inside, probably looking for Bobby, but the house was quiet. Finally relaxing, Dean swung Sam around and pressed him against the wall next to the door. He placed his hands on either side of Sam’s neck and looked him in the eyes. “Hey, you know I don’t… I mean, I’m okay. With us,” Dean said softly, his voice filled with concern. He brushed his lips against Sam’s and added, “I didn’t mean to imply that I wasn’t, out there.”
“I know,” Sam answered simply. And it dawned on him with sudden clarity, he did know. Dean loved him. This thing between them, it wasn’t something Dean was doing out of obligation. He wasn’t sure what had changed, but the nagging doubts he’d had about that since this had all started just… weren’t there anymore, hadn’t been there for days. Like a switch had gotten flipped in his brain and turned it all off, or something.
He pulled Dean in for a deep, exploratory kiss, relishing the taste and texture and smell, luxuriating in Dean, before pulling back enough to whisper a breathless, “I love you.”
Dean smirked at Sam, but his response was sincere, “I know you do, man. Feeling’s pretty mutual.”
“Let’s go upstairs,” Sam suggested. “I can put lotion on your back, and… other places…”
Dean pulled out of Sam’s arms like a shot and was half-way up the stairs before he turned back and asked impatiently, “Dude, you coming, or not?”
“Right behind you,” Sam answered back, hurrying to catch up. I’ll always be right behind you…
~Le Fin
Author's Notes and Thanks: This whole verse started with the simple prompt that John finds out... yeah still trying to get there. There will absolutely be another story in this verse, because if there isn't, my friend might kill me, and I don't want her to go to jail. ;) Anyway, I'm pretty proud of this one, so I hope you enjoyed it.
This verse started as a birthday exchange between
rivestra and me. She's the absolute best friend a girl could ever have. She's my inspiration both inside and outside of fandom. I'm a better person because of her. She's the one that got me writing, she's the one that made this story as good as it is, and her WIP, post-apocalyptic, fuck-or-die, slave!fic, Winchester Synchronicity, is way better than mine - so please check it out and tell her what your think! I promise you won't be disappointed.snarkgoddess also deserves massive amounts of love. She held my hand and talked me down from the ledge more than once, and even though she sent me back tons and tons of changes, she managed to do it without ever making me feel like I couldn't do this. She's my biggest cheerleader and my most demanding critic all at the same time. Thank you, darling. You rock.I'm truly privileged to have made so many good friends through fandom. I met
loolookitty during last year's big bang, and she's become an awesome friend. She read my story when it was still in its infancy, responded to my last minute plea for one more beta, and she cheered me on the entire time in between. I'm so glad I get to claim your friendship, baby!I'd also like to thank
emerish for reading the story early on and assuring me it would work as a stand-alone, and my good friends, denyce, amara_m, macbyrne, raggedy_edge and amothea for always being there to listen to me and cheer me on. I would never write anything if it weren't for my friends in fandom. Thanks also to
wendy and thehighwaywoman at spn_j2_bigbang, they run the best writing challenge in the any fandom.Finally, I'd like to thank my big bang artist,
caelieth. I was absolutely blown away with the art she created based on my story. The boy's love for each other is palpable in everything she created. I could stare at it all for hours (and I have ;) She totally went above and beyond for me, making not only art, but a soundtrack and a vid as well. I hope I'm lucky enough to work with her again sometime. She's truly generous and amazing. Go shower her with love!Comments are love - Thanks for reading!
Chapter Seven | Soundtrack
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I'm glad you're thinking of writing a sequel ! Can't wait for more...
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Thanks so much for sharing! :)
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I was praying that the boys wouldn't play into the demons' hands. They may have set up this 'path' to break Sam and hurt both brother's, but it's backfired on them and made Sam and Dean even closer. Sam's stronger, and I think there is a possibility that he can share that strength (the powers) with Dean now too. (From how Sam pushed that energy into Dean at the cave). I cheered when Sam finally said that he wasn't going to finish the ritual.
And they have both admitted that they love each other and would prefer to stay together the way they are now. That warms my heart. Despite Sam's trauma it is worth it for them to be together. And he is slowly getting better; Dean helps a lot, and I imagine if Sam talks to him about everything that will help even more.
Keep up the good work!
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Thanks for reading. I'm hoping to be a lot faster getting out the third story than I was the second! ♥
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Oh honey! This was gorgeous... so owie and riding that line between fucked up and fucked up absolutely perfectly. My poor heart just hurt for Sam and watching him and Dean struggle... :flails: I could see it so clearly in my head.
This was a perfect follow up and I can't wait for the third installment. *hugs*
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Yeah, they got a little schmoopy on me there at the end, but
::Hugs you:: I'm so thrilled you liked it baby!!!!!!!!
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Your Dean was great too - supportive but getting more desperate to help Sam every day. And Bobby...poor Bobby. He got his share of whumpage too, eh?
I went back and read the original stories and loved this continuation. I'm really, really interested in the next one when John finally finds out. I have a feeling the shit will totally hit the fan then and I will love every minute of it. Are you seriously going to make us wait until next year's big bang? Nooooooooo...
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Was so excited when I discovered you were writing a sequel to last year's Big Bang - thank you so much.
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And if it makes you a bad person, what does it say about me? LOL! Thanks for reading and commenting!
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YOU are a tease. But there's a 3rd story on the way, which makes me very happy. I'm intrigued by these glimpses we get of Sam being very powerful indeed.
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Their desperate love for each other is palpable. I just want to hug them as desperately as they hug each other. I love the journey the boys took to find some sense of contentment with what they have - an acceptance. Almost a sense of peace with where they are at now.
I am so, so glad Sam said no to reversing the curse. Once Bobby said there would be another victim I knew Sam wouldn't be able to go through with it. There's no way he would let someone else suffer in his place. Go Sam!
And man - the suffering. The scene in the cavern was intense. Sam's fear was gut wrenching - and those poor other victims.
I really didn't want it to end - there seems to be so much more to go so I'm thrilled to hear there will be another installment (does that mean we have to wait until the next BB?? *ack!). I suppose I'm hoping there is some way they can released the souls of the other victims from hell. It was awful to think about what the others have suffered as well. (I think that may well have been one of the most haunting moments for me).
Ooh and loved Bobby. He's so stoic and stuck with the boys even after he knew what had been going on.
And of course it was burning hot! *fans self* <33
Thanks SO much for writing another installment to this most excellent 'verse. I can't wait for the next one!
*smishes* <33
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When I first decided to give them an undo option, I was more than a little worried I wouldn't be able to keep the boys from taking in, but as soon as I realized what would happen if they did, I knew Sam would never be able to let himself take it. Dean was harder to convince, because as much as he loves Sam, it's really, really difficult for him to watch Sam suffer, and they are better now, but Sam's recovery is still far from over. But it wasn't really and issue because there's no way he'd force Sam to do it if he didn't want to.
The sex scenes in this verse play themselves out over and over in my head, and they are scotching hot. I'm so glad my words were able to do them justice.
Hmmm... I don't know that there's anything that can be done for the victims that came before Sam. That's an interesting thought. I'll have to think on that one for the next story, and no, I'm really hoping you won't have to wait a year for the next story - I'm planning to start writing it this summer.
::Hugs you:: You are awesome, darling! Thanks for commenting!
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Amazing story. Thank you.
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I really think you nailed the boys in their twisted codependency, whether there is a curse or not. I was expecting the undo to be followed by the overwhelming need for each other anyway. I was pleasantly surprised that you went in another direction.
Can't wait for your part three girl! Congrats on your BB!
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I will say tho-- the tension between Sam and Dean through this? The whole, choosing to go back and make it not happen versus staying the way things were? Yea, that was driving me CRAZY, pissing me off! But it's a good thing -- a sign of how well you write! :D And when they finally decide to not go through with it? OMGyesyesYES.
So good. So angsty, and hawt, and gooooood.
Thank you <3 I look forward to John finding out.
*ish just a wittle bit evohl* >D
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