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Without a word, or even a nod, Dean gets up and heads for the bags on the floor by the bathroom and starts rummaging through them. You chuckle as his sudden eagerness, and Sam pulls you into another kiss.

“You’ll help with prep?”

“Yeah, I might have something for that..” You bit your bottom lip, getting off his lap and head for your purse. “I went shopping before hitting the bar. Wasn’t expecting to get this lucky tonight.” You pulled out a small plastic bag and tossed it next to Sam. “I don’t mind sharing, this is worth way more than I paid for that.”

Sam opens the bag and a smile graces his lips as he starts to pull things out.  “What’s that?” Dean asks, making his way over with a bottle of lube.

Sam glances at you and you nod with a smile. “Vibrator.” He pulls the first item out.

“Slim, discreet, and powerful.” You smile and wink at Dean.

“Butt plug?” Sam glances at you as he pulls out the box for a small plug with a pink jewel on the end.

“I like being full of cum, and I like feeling pretty when I am. Sue me.” Dean’s watching you with a whole new look, and Sam glances down at the box. “You can keep that one if you want. I have a red one at home. You know, if you wanna plug your brother full of your come and make him feel like a pretty princess at the same time.”

Sam groans, fingers tightening around the box for a moment before he puts it down. He doesn’t care what the last item is, he just tosses the bag aside. “Get the fuck over here, Dean.”

“Okay, but uh.. I- I was not expecting this-”

“Relax, Dean.” You smile at him, putting a hand to his lower back as you guide him closer to Sam. “If you don’t want this, just say so.”

“It’s not that..” He worries his bottom lip between his teeth.

“Want me to start you off? I’ll go gentle and slow. Sam can stroke you to help you relax.” You glance at Sam who shrugs.

“Y-Yeah.. Yeah maybe..” He slowly gets on the bed. He’s still obviously nervous, so you motioned to Sam while you grab the vibrator and take it out of its packaging.

Sam takes the lube out of Dean’s hand and guides him into position before handing it off to you. “Just stay still and relax.” Dean nods.

“Can I- uh..” Dean swallows nervously as he hears the squelch of the lube bottle. “Maybe, one day, if we do this again, you know.. Can I do you?”

“You wanna fill my ass?” Sam sounds amused.

Dean gives a nod and a shrug. “You’re about to fill me. Only fair.” He winces feeling the cold lube drip down between his ass cheeks, a preemptive hiss when he feels the vibrator against his puckered hole.

“Relax.” you coo softly from behind him, your hand rubbing gentle circles on his lower back.

Dean is watching Sam, waiting for an answer. “I’ll consider it.” Dean seems to deflate a little, but nods. “Relax for me, Dean.” Sam leans in close so he can whisper into his brother’s ear. “I’m more likely to say yes if you don’t spill a drop of my come tonight.”

“Fuck.” Dean breaths out, and you take that moment to push in. “Fuck!”

“I’m going slow.” You promise, hand still on his lower back while the other pushes the slim vibrator in a half inch at a time.

“Jesus, that feels-”

“Like you need to shit.” You chuckle softly, pushing it further and further. His forehead drops to the mattress. “You’ll get used to it. And it’ll get better. I promise. Try to relax.”

“It’s hard.” He mumbled into the comforter.

Sam licks his lips, and lays on the bed so his face is close to Dean’s. He then reaches out, and runs a finger along the underside of Dean’s flaccid cock that sends a shiver down Dean’s spine.

“It’s all the way in.” You point out, and Dean’s head turns and gives Sam a confused look.

Sam sits up and looks, pushes a finger against it just to hear Dean groan, then he lays back with a smile. “Buried to the hilt.”

“I-It’s not so bad..”

You slowly and gently pull it out, and Dean whines at the empty feeling, making you chuckle. You apply just a touch more lube to the tip, and slide it back in, faster this time. In and out a couple times, while Sam teases the head of Dean’s slowly hardening member with his fingers. “Ready?” You ask.

“For what?” You flip the little switch on the end, and the vibrator comes to life. “Holy shit!” Dean’s whole body jerks, pulling away from you a bit, but you and Sam are both quick to get your hands on him and hold him. “I was not fucking ready for that.”

“How does it feel?” Sam gets his brother’s attention again as you’re pulling it back.

“Fucking weird.” You angle it differently when you push forward and Dean’s whole body jolts again. “What the fuck did you hit?”

“Prostate, I think.” You chuckle softly. “You’re almost done with this. Switch?” You look to Sam.

“Wait.. wait..”

You leave the vibratory in place and move to lay on the opposite side of Dean, making him turn his head away from his brother and to you. “He’s not going to fuck you yet. That vibrator is much slimmer than he is. He needs to work you open better. And it would take far too many of my fingers for that.” You chuckle softly. “But don’t worry. I’ve got you.” You reach a hand under and start to stroke his half hard dick.

He gives you a nod as Sam gets up. “And I thought you looked good with things in your mouth..” Sam mutters and puts a bit of pressure on the vibrator making Dean cry out.

Sam works the vibrator a few times before deciding to pull it free. You glance back to see the smirk that plays on his face when Dean whimpers about being empty again.  “You’ll be full again soon.” You promise and turn your attention back to Dean. You place a gentle kiss on his lips as Sam gets lube on his fingers. “Ready?”

“Ready.” Dean nods.

“Good boy.” You watch as there’s a change in his eyes at the praise, and you store that little bit of information. “Praise kink, huh. I’ll remember that.” You purr against his lips with a smile before kissing him again.

He groans, breaking the kiss and his body shifts again, getting a bit tense, which tells you Sam has started to finger him open. “Taking two fingers like a champ.” Sam praises, confirming your suspicion.

“Fuck, Sammy.”  His cock throbs in your hand and you give him a tight squeeze.

“Better work him open if you want him to come around you, Sam.” Your eyes are locked on Dean’s as you speak. “Bet Sam can’t wait to see you stuffed full of his cock.”

“Son of a bitch.” Dean groans again, and you chuckle.

“Fuck.” Sam curses. “So fucking tight. Can’t wait to get in there.”

“Both of you need to shut the fuck up.” Dean grumbles.  He’s now at full length and girth in your hand. You can’t help but look back at Sam with a smile.

“Soon, Dean. I’ll be fucking this pretty little ass, soon.” You can tell by the flex in Sam’s forearm that he’s now scissoring his fingers to work Dean open more. “Just need you to take a bit more.”

“You can do it, Dean.” you praise as Sam pulls his two fingers out, and pushes three in. Dean whines, and his body gets tense. “You’re such a good boy.” You start peppering his skin with kisses, any bit of him you can reach. His shoulder, his bicep, his cheek. It’s then that you notice all the little freckles that litter his skin. You smile and kiss one on his shoulder, whispering more praise while you gently stroke him.

“You’re both killing me.” He grumbles, forehead pressed into the comforter underneath him again.

Sam pulls out his fingers, and slaps Dean’s ass. “But what a way to go.”

Dean looks back at his brother and shoots him a glare. “Good to go?” You ask and sit  up. Sam nods. “Alright.” You grab a pillow and pat Dean’s side. “On your back, handsome.” Dean drops to his side and shifts until he’s settled with his legs on either side of Sam. “Put this under you.”

“What? But what if- I mean-”

You chuckle and make him lift his ass so you can get the pillow under him. “It’s your first time, so you need to be as relaxed as possible. And I’d rather not be under you just in case your ‘what if’ happens.” You tease. “Besides, housekeeping has seen worse.”

“How do you know? What’s worse than-”

“I work here.” You smiled and leaned over to kiss his lips. “And you don’t want an answer to that. Trust me. Now relax, and let me suck your cock while your brother fucks you senseless. Okay?”

He nods. “‘Kay.”

“Whenever you’re ready, Sam.” You slowly start kissing down Dean’s skin while he shifts the pillow until he’s fully comfortable. Your tongue is ghosting circles around his nipple when Sam finally lines up. Their eyes lock on each other and Dean is biting into his bottom lip, trying to keep himself relaxed but ready.

Sam breaks the eye contact, his eyes running down his brother’s body, first stopping where you are teasing a nipple with your tongue before your lips seal around it in a gentle open mouthed kiss. Then his eyes continue south, over the curve of his brothers cock, gently being stroked by your hand. Your fingers are barely holding him, your palm just running up and then your thumb teases at the slit before moving back down. And finally, they settle on the shiny head of Sam’s lubed up member, gripped  tight in his hand and just barely touching Dean’s hole.

Sam can’t help but enjoy the view for a moment. Who knows when or if he’ll see it again. And then he’s pushing forward. He’s fighting to go slow, but he can’t wait to be wrapped up warm in that tight canal.

Dean’s hands start grabbing as his body tenses. One hand in on your side, fingers digging into your waist, and the other is tangling in your hair as your tongue tease at his belly button.

“Shit..” It falls from Sam lips, or maybe both of them, but it’s Sam’s strings of curses that you hear as he leans forward, hovering over you as he pushes in the rest of the way, burying himself to the hilt.

That’s when you take Dean in your mouth.

“O-oh, fuck..” Dean’s hips fly up, pushing him deeper in your mouth until he hits the back of your throat. His mouth is open, sounds coming out but none of them are words anymore. They the start of words, or maybe the ends of them, all strung together incoherently, yet perfectly, given the situation. They sound like the perfect reaction to being over stimulated like he is, and it’s music to your ears.

Sam’s holding Dean tight, and he’s leaning so far forward that his hair is brushing against your back, his breath fanning over your skin. “So fucking tight..” He mumbles.

“J-Just... “ Dean’s starting to find words again. The hand that held onto your waist leaves it, and finds Sam’s forearm instead. “Need- Need a minute.” You can feel Sam nod, and you hum around Dean. “Oh shit! You too.. Fuck.. just-” He lets out a shaky breath and his grip tightens on your hair. “Just a sec..”

He’s not letting you pull back, so you find yourself sitting there, cock as far in your mouth as you can take. Your breathing is controlled and through your nose, trying not to move, not to swallow or gag around him. You almost hum again when Sam’s lips brush your skin.

“Come on, Dean. You can take it.” Sam’s muttering the words against your skin. “You feel so fucking good.”

You feel him swell a bit in response, and this time, you can’t fight the moan. You feel something on your back again, fingers ghosting over skin and for a moment, you think it’s Dean. That is, until the fingers trail between your ass cheeks, teasing at your hole for a moment before leaving completely, and that’s when you feel a minor shift from Sam, and then the fingers are back, but wet with saliva and moving over your clit. You body jolts and once more, you moan around Dean.

“Good girl.” You can hear his smile. “Think we can make him cum just like this?”

“Fuck you.” Dean whines, making Sam laugh. “Just fuck me already.”

The fingers leave your clit, and you expect his hand to leave all together, but you find yourself crying out as he shoves three fingers in. “My fucking pleasure.”  Dean’s hips jolt when you cry out around him, but Sam just pulls out his fingers and slaps your ass hard before he’s grabbing hold of Dean again and starts rolling his hips out and then in.

Dean’s grip lets up on your hair enough for you to move again, so you try to match Sam’s pace. “Shit.” You opened your eyes, and Dean’s head is back, eyes shut as the curses come out one after another. “Fuck. shit. Shit. Holy shit..” Then he’s biting his lip and whimpering. “Fuck, Sam. I can’t- I can’t…” His fingers in your hair tighten again and he’s pushing you down further on him.

“Can’t what?” Sam asks.

“I can’t..” Dean whines. “I can’t take it.. Fuck.”

“Want me to stop?” He doesn’t stop his movements when he asks, instead he waits for Dean to say the words.

“Want you to hurry the fuck up and come.” The next thing past Dean’s lips is a whimper. “Please, Sam..” You groan around him as he begs, and it only makes him sound more desperate. “Harder, fuck, harder. Please. Pleasepleaseplease..” There’s no pause between the words anymore. His hips are moving, trying to figure out which way to go. Up and deeper into your throat, or down to get Sam deeper.

Dean’s hips stop moving when Sam pushes them down again. “Then stop fucking yourself on my cock like a desperate whore. Just tell me what you want.”

Dean lifts his head and yells at his brother. “I want it fucking harder! Bitch!” You chuckle around him, and he just pushes your head down again, making you gag around him before he lets up.

“That’s all you had to say, Jerk.” Sam pulls back and slams forward again, his hip bones slamming Dean’s thigh into your shoulder.

“Fuck!” Dean cries out again, head going back.

Sam not only goes harder, but faster. You do you best to keep up, taking Dean deep every time Sam pushes forward. Dean’s completely incoherent again whenever he does try to talk. The rest of the time, his mouth is open in a silent scream. His nails dig into your scalp, so you let yours dig into his thigh.

You jolt when another slap falls on your ass, and Sam chuckles softly. The next slap falls lower and you cry out around Dean as your pussy clenches around nothing when it starts to sting.

“I’m gonna fucking come.” Sam tells you both, or himself, you don’t know anymore. There’s a chorus of sound filling the room and you can’t tell who’s talking to who, or even what half the words are anymore.

Dean understood the words. You could tell by how he swelled against your tongue. “Come on, Sammy, please.” His hips are moving again. He’s holding you down and fucking up into your mouth. His hips going up every time Sam pulls back so he can push down on the cock he desperately wants to fill him.

Sam shoves his fingers back in your sore cunt once more, and you moan around Dean.

“Oh fuck.. Sammy..” His brothers name comes out a desperate and needy whine, and that’s what starts the chain reaction.

Sam slams home with everything he has and when you glance in his direction, you can see his abdomen tense as he spurts load after load of come deep in his brother. But the second Sam started, Dean cried out and swelled against your tongue, his own load coating your throat and mouth, warm and salty. And as soon as Sam is coming down, his wet fingers pull free of you and he gives you one more slap, those wet warm fingers landing right across your clit, and it throws you over as well.

You pull of Dean with a cry, cum dribbling down your chin to drip onto Dean, since you hadn’t had time to swallow.

“Fuck, that’s hot.” Sam pulls you up to him, licking a stripe of come off your chin before his tongue thrusts into your mouth.

“Fuck.” Dean sighs, his body lays limp on the bed and he looks every bit the fucked out mess you know his is. “Best fucking orgasm of my life…”

You and Sam chuckle together before you pull apart. “I told you.” You ran a finger over his flaccid member and he hisses and shifts away from your touch. “Sorry.” You smile.

Sam drops to the other side of Dean and sighs in contentment. It’s quiet for a bit, but then Dean speaks. “I need to shit.” He pulls himself up from the bed and you can’t help but chuckle as he hurries off to the bathroom.

Sam has a big grin plastered to his face as he stares up at the ceiling. “You forgot to plug him up.” you tell him

Sam’s eyes come down and he watches you hold  up the box. “Oh shit..”

You smile and shake your head. “Keep it. First time might not be the best time for it anyways.”

“Thanks.” He watches as you start grabbing clothes. “Where you going?”

You look up at him again as he gets up on his elbows. “Home?” You furrowed your brow. “Figured you’d want a bit of alone time..” You glance to the bathroom, where you can hear Dean grumbling behind the closed door.

Sam licked his lips. “Stay.” Your eyebrows shot up. “Least we can do after a night like this is buy you breakfast in the morning.”

You shook your head, cheeks heating up a bit. “You don’t need to-”

“Want to.” He corrected. “Come on.” He shifted so his head was on the remaining pillow, tossing the one that had been under Dean to the floor.

“You sure?” you asked nervously, and he motioned again for you to join him. You gave him a nod and climbed into bed next to him, eyes starting to drift close as soon as your body relaxes under the covers.

Sam chuckles softly and waits for Dean.

By the time Dean emerged, you were sound asleep  next to Sam, and as far as he could tell, Sam was out cold as well. Dean was disappointed. He figured he'd be the one getting cuddled tonight. A small part of him had even hoped you would leave and he could get wrapped up in Sam.

With a soft sigh, Dean walked towards the other bed, the one he'd fucked you in. He grabbed a pair of boxer briefs off the floor, not caring if they were his or his brothers, given the events of the night, and pulled down the blanket.

“What are you doing?”

Dean turned and saw Sam watching him. “Crashing. What else would I be doing? I'm fucking tired.”

“Get in here, Idiot.” Sam pulled away from you and left an open space in between for Dean. “Leave those on the floor.”

Dean smiled at his brother and quickly climbed over him to get in between. As soon as he was in, you snuggled into his side, wrapping an arm around his waist. Dean glanced down at you as Sam settled against his other side.

“Get some sleep, Dean.”

Dean nodded. “Night, Sammy.” there was quiet for a moment. “Sam?”

“Hmm?”

“Do I know how to pick ‘em, or what?”

Sam chuckled. “Yeah. You got damn good taste.” Sam shifted enough to kiss Dean's jaw, a move Dean never expected, and then he settled back down. “Night, Dean.”

Dean smiled, a big goofy grin, and closed his eyes.

As he drifted off to sleep, his mind replayed the night, and his imagination ran wild with possibilities of what could come next.

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How you managed to grab the Winchesters attention, you’d never know. Sure you took care of yourself, and dressed nice, but you were big. 260lbs big. And not exactly tall enough to stretch that weight out nicely. It sat in all the weird places, but you lived with it. You had confidence… to an extent.

You ran a hunters bar. When roadhouse burned down, hunters had nowhere to go, so you opened your doors. When Bobby Singer died, and then Garth went off the map, your services expanded to secretary.

Sober, hunters were friendly enough. Drunk, they got friendlier. The bar was how you had met Sam and Dean. It was probably why they kept coming back for years. Dean would walk in, big dumb grin on his face, and put his arm around your shoulder and ask “How’s your day going, Princess? Better now that I’m here?” just to hear you laugh. Sam would come strolling in behind him, shaking his head.

Your bar wasn’t too far from a city, and just outside of a town, so you got plenty of girls flowing in. And the occasional asshole, but they were easy enough to throw out. The girls, however, you had to ignore and deal with. The hunters loved them. Especially Dean.

You sighed, watching him walk off with one, sending you a wink as he headed into the back towards the stairs that led up to the living space upstairs from the bar. “Are you ever going to tell him?”

“Tell him what?” You looked to Sam and handed him his beer.

“That you’re interested.”

“Why would I do that? He’s obviously not.” You glanced towards the girl he was with, the kind of girl he was always with. The kind of girl you aren’t.

“We both are.” Sam said softly, his eyes focused on yours as they shifted back to him. You burst out laughing, and his soft smile faded. “What’s so funny?”

And suddenly, just like that, Dean’s attention shifted to you. They visit more often, more compliments when they did. You brushed it all off, until you couldn’t anymore. “Am I not your type or something?”

“You’re every ones type.” You told him without stopping your cleaning.

“Apparently not.. I’ve been trying to get your attention for months.”

“You had it years ago, Dean.” You moved to the next table and started to wipe it down.

“What?” He followed you. “Then why not now?”

You shrugged. “I’m not your type.”

“Why the hell would you say that?”

You finally turned, looking at him over your shoulder. “I’ve seen what you walk out of here with. Trust me, I’m not that. Even a blind guy could see the difference.” You chuckled before going back to the table and moving on to the next one.

“I tried to tell her.” Came Sam’s voice from the back room door. “She laughed in my face. She doesn’t see it. Or at least doesn’t believe it.”

“See or believe what?” You grabbed some empty beer bottles that had been left behind and headed for the bar.

“How sexy you are.” Dean grinned.

“Oh, I know I’m sexy.” You smiled, emptying the dregs of the bottles into the sink. “I’m just not Winchester material, and I accept that.” You shrugged. “I accepted that a long ass time ago, boys.” You turned to them. “It’s no big deal. I get my share of attention when it walks in that door.” To be honest, you had been turning that away for a while now. You wanted love for a lifetime, not for a drunken night and a morning with regrets. And they knew it.

You didn’t see the look that passed between them because you turned back to the bar, but you heard Sam again. “I tried to tell her..”

You felt one of them come up behind you, when you saw the hands grip the sink on either side of you, you knew it was Dean. He was up against you, and you felt his member twitch against your lower back. “You are Winchester material, sweetheart.” his breath was hot against your ear. “Do you believe us now?”

“No.”

“Well, I guess we’ll have to show her, Sammy.”

“I guess we will.” You turned your head, and saw Sam smile as Dean kissed the back of your neck.

They took their time undressing you once they had you in your bedroom upstairs. You tried to hide yourself, you didn’t want them to regret this, regret you. Sam would shake his head and kiss you softly, moving your arms away so they could continue.

Then, they worshiped your body, every inch of it. their hands, lips, they were everywhere. They barely even let you move, let alone return the favor. Your eyes closed with a soft whine and you felt them smile against you.

After they had you wriggling, and all but begging, Sam moved to the bed and motioned for you to get on him. You shook your head. “Come on.”

“Sam, I… I don’t..” You shook your head again. “I’m too big, Sam. I don’t ride. Ever.”

He leaned over, grabbing your hand and pulled you over him. You chewed your lip as you ended up straddling his lap. “You’re not too big.” He cupped your face. “Trust me.” You let your eyes close as he kissed you, his lips soft against yours. You moaned into it as you felt him line up, his hips starting slow.

Dean left, and came back a minute later. You felt the bed dip as he came up behind you, pushing gently between your shoulder blades so you would lean more forward as Sam laid back. You whimpered when a lubed finger started to work your ass open. And then a second had you begging.

“Do you believe us now? That you’re perfect for us?” He nosed at your shoulder blade as he lined up.

“No.”

“You will.” He answered, pushing in, and you cried out.

“I can’t…” Your forehead was on Sam’s shoulder, your arms crying out in pain. You couldn’t hold yourself up much longer.

“Relax, I’ve got you.” Sam’s hands were on your ribs, holding you where you were. “It’s okay, I’ve got you.” Your arms almost gave out before you went down on your forearms. Your hands going under Sam to grip his shoulders. “Better?” You nodded. His fingers dug in as he picked up his rhythm again.

Your nails dug into him, you’ve never had two men before, especially not like this. You felt like you would burst at any moment. They were going slow, and gentle, and it was driving you insane. “Please…” Your voice trailed off before you could ask for it faster, harder, anything more than this.

You had collapsed, making Sam laugh. As soon as Dean was out of the way, he had rolled you both over before pulling out. Dean had left the room again, not that you had noticed, and came back with wet wash cloths. He tossed one to Sam, and used the other to clean you up before cleaning himself.

By the time he crawled back into bed with you, you had your head on Sam’s chest, so he wrapped his arms around you and held you tight. “Believe us now?” He mumbled into your hair making you chuckled.

“What am I supposed to be believing, exactly?” You yawned.

“That you’re worth more than just a drunk fuck with some lowlife hunter.” You laughed. “What?”

“Isn’t that your entire repertoire though?” Sam couldn’t help but laugh at how right you were.

“Hey, I’m a badass hunter, okay?” He nuzzled into the back of your neck.

“I think what Dean was trying to say, was that you’re worthy of more. You’re worthy of love.”

“Well, when it comes along, I’ll believe it. I promise.”

Dean sighed. “She still doesn’t see it…”

“I just-”

“We love you.” You glanced up at Sam. “Why do you think we’re always here? We have a home, you know. But we come here. We love you. We’ve been waiting for you to see it. Believe it.”

“What…”

“We need you in our lives. Everyone we get to close to dies.. We wanted you alive, and safe, but.. We love you, and we need you.” He brushed his thumb over your cheek. “Do you see it yet?”

You could see the love in Sam’s eyes as he looked down at you. You nodded. “About fucking time.” Dean rolled you away from Sam, a big grin on his face as he leaned down to kiss you. “What he said.” He smiled, and you could see the love in his eyes too.

You chuckled. “Love you too, boys.”

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Sam's lips ghosted over yours and to your jaw. You reached up to touch him, hands moving over strong muscle and that confused you. Glancing down, that wasn't Sam's body, it was different. Bigger. And he had a tattoo on his arm? Where had you seen that before?

Hands came from behind you and cupped your breasts, lips kissing along the back of your neck and down your shoulder. Turning your head, you saw Dean and he smiled at you between kisses. “Dean?”

“Shhh.” he pressed his lips to yours. “We'll take good care of you. I promise.”

You gave him a nod and looked forward again. Sam was trailing down, sloppy open mouth kisses along your skin. Your eyes following him, then you saw Dean's hands. How were they smaller than your breasts? That wasn't your body, those weren't your overly large and perky tits in his hands. Your body looked older, like Sam's.

Curious as to what Dean's body looked like, you turned towards him, surprised to find not much had changed.

Dean moved you back a step, and you felt marble against your ass. He gripped you by your thighs and lifted you up to sit on the island in the center of the kitchen. Hands and lips moved over your body. Dean with a nipple in you mouth and hands moving over thighs and ass. Sam’s lips on yours, his hands ghosting your waist and stomach.

Sam broke the kiss, and Dean moved in, lips hard on yours as he leaned you back, and you felt soft cushions under your back. His lips began trailing down your jaw and neck, you took a moment to glance around and found yourself in the Winchester’s living room, and confused as to how you got there.

Sam was suddenly next to you, big and hard all over, and your eyes went wide at the cock just inches from your face. It looked about as big as your forearm. You let out a shaky breath feeling Dean’s tongue dip into your belly button, and when you looked down on his back, a large dragon tattoo covered it. You couldn’t help but trace your fingers over the bright bluegreen scales.

Suddenly Dean was inside you, his body sliding against yours and you gasped in surprise, back arching up into him.

The brothers shared a simple look, and then Dean moved back over his heels, pulling your hips up to meet him, his arms bulging as he used them to fuck into you. Sam leaned down, a gentle and sweet kiss pressed to your lips, and his hand found it’s way along your skin, dipping between your folds and flicking your clit making you cry out.

Shooting up with a gasp, your heart was pounding as you tried to catch your breath. A dream.. It was all a dream. You glanced to Dean, still asleep next to you. His lips parted, a bit of drool ready to drop any second. You swallowed, and shifted, but that’s when you felt it.

Wet panties. “Shit.”

Reaching down into your sleeping bag to feel around, you were happy that at least was dry. Now,  you just had to be quick and silent. You slipped out of your sleeping bag, and crawled quietly across the tent and began to unzip the flap.

“Where you going?”

Your eyes shot to Dean who was barely awake. “Just need to piss.” You lied.

“Be fucking quick, and don’t go far. Don’t need you getting lost out there.”

“I won’t.” You watched him roll over, his back to you and you slipped out, thankful for the darkness and the fact that he didn’t fully wake up.

After zipping the flap back up, you rushed across the small camp area and to your tent. Once inside and safely alone, you let out a sigh of relief and pulled open your backpack to grab a change of bottoms. You’d have to get up early enough to wash this stuff before anyone saw, but that was easy enough.

As you fished out the clothes, you started to think, think about the dream and why you dreamed it. Why everything had been so weird. Where you had seen those tattoos. That's when it hit you. “Dean.” you shook your head and chuckled. “Dean and his porn.” You had walked in on him watching it yesterday, when you had run over to see if they had come back from getting supplies yet.

He hadn’t seen you, and you hadn’t seen much of him, but you had seen what he was watching and couldn’t take your eyes off. And now..

You glanced down between your legs, the feeling coming back again. You quickly kicked off your bottoms and decided to give it a try. Slowly, your fingers moved down between your legs..

Dean stepped out of the tent and stretched his back with a yawn. “Morning, honey.” Mary smiled and motioned to the picnic table where you and Sam were already sitting and eating.

“Morning.” He grabbed a plate and helped himself to breakfast before he sat down across from you and nudged your shin with his foot. “Sleep good?” He smiled.

“Yeah.. slept alright..” Does he know?

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Deans POV

I walked toward Sam and (y/n)’s room and saw that the door was slightly opened and peered in. (y/n) was in Sam’s lap, my blood began to boil at the sight. Once I saw Sam take off her shirt I busted through the door making them turn their heads.

“I’m back I got your.”(y/n) turned to face me I looked down from her face to her bra covered breast and my face flushed.

“Dean!” Sam and (y/n) spoke out and I looked up to face Sam.

“S-sorry.” I said and placed the bag of stuff on floor and closed the door.

Whoa. That was. I don’t know what that was. I know I shouldn’t have barged in there but. The thought of Sam’s hands on any part of her body just turns my stomach. I made my way to the gun range in the bunker and pulled out my gun and placed it on the counter. I walked over and grabbed some earmuffs and picked up my gun. I aimed my gun and pulled the trigger. The bullet left the chamber and hit the hit marker dead center on its head. I didn’t necessarily want the target maker to be Sam I mean I didn’t want to kill him but just the fact that he had is hands on her pisses me off. I should not be thinking about (y/n) that way but I can’t help it. Her (y/c/h) that highlights her prefect (y/c/e) eyes. The fact that she can take apart a gun in less them ten seconds all while pinning someone down to the floor. She was all around amazing. Her smile brought light to the days where I saw nothing but darkness. She brought happiness when I was so down about the mark. She would tell me ‘Don’t worry we will figure something out because I’m smart and I know everything.’ The way she cares for me when I get hurt on hunts. Some days I wish I could wake up next to her instead of no one. But I couldn’t do that to Sammy. I couldn’t take away the only person he has really truly loved since Jess. I know I couldn’t do that to (y/n) God knows I would never make her as happy as Sam with the mark making more and more a person who I am not I would never be able to show her the same love he does. Never

(y/n)’s POV

I put in my shirt and made my way out of the room.

“Hey where you going?” Sam asked as he lay propping his head up on his elbow.

“Just going to go check on him.” He frowned and nodded.

I made my way through the halls of the bunker and finally down to where the shooting range was. Dean’s face was set on the target his stance almost preditorial as he squeezed the trigger. I waited for him to empty his gun before approaching him. I placed my hand on his shoulder and he turned to face me. I gave him a weak smile and he placed his gun on the counter along with the earmuffs.

“You okay?” I asked him as I tried to look at his face but he would not make eye contact.

“Perfect why do you ask?” he said finally standing up strait hands on his hips looking down at me.

“Just making sure. You walked into quite a scene up there just wanted to make sure that I didn’t blind you. You know?” I said as I motioned to my chest and winked at him. Although he thought I wouldn’t notice a light shade of pink appeared on Dean’s cheeks as he turned his head to look away from me.

“No. No. Not at all perfect vision.” He said and he rubbed the back of his neck.

“Good.” I said smiling at him as he did to me. We stayed there for what seemed like hours just looking at one another. Not that it was a bad thing but it felt good. To smile at Dean. Look at his face see every freckle that was on his skin the crinkle of his eyes when he smiled and the way his eyes practically shimmered. I was pulled from my thoughts by Sam clearing his throat. I then realized how close I was to dean and so did he. We both took a step back from one another and gave whispered apologizes. I looked over to Sam him he had a somewhat puppy dog eyed looked as he looked between Dean and I. I walked over to him and hugged him.

Sam’s POV

(y/n) wrapped her arms around me I looked over to Dean to find him looking at her with hurt eyes. He then looked up to me and tried to give me a smile but failed. Grabbing his gun and ducking his head he made his way out of the range. I have known how Dean has felt about (y/n) he hasn’t told me face to face but the way he smiles at her. The way she smiles at him just says it all. I can see that me being with her is slowly eating at him. But truth is I don’t think I am ready to let her go. I mean she is the love of my life. But Dean is also my brother and I can’t stand to see him like this. He had to give up his childhood, teen age years his whole life, he had to give up Lisa for me. I think it is about time that I give up something for him.

“Baby you okay?” I heard (y/n) speak. I looked down and placed a kiss on her head.

“Everything is fine. Just thinking.” She raised her eyebrows and cocked her head.

“Nothing you need to worry about.” She nodded and pulled away from me.