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A Little Something... (Contains Wincest!)

Wed, 09 Dec 2009 13:43:47 GMT

Alright so YAY! I have a winter themed LJ! Woot! Even found a cute little SPN banner (thank you fanpop and whoever did the banner!!)

Here's a little "I'm so sorry" present for not being here as much as I should! :)

Title: "Untitled - Sam's Jealousy Fit"
Author: julz314
Rating: NC-17 (contains wincest)
Word Count: 1 350 words.
Characters /Pairing: Sam/Dean
Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural nor the boys... sadly. If you are not a wincest fan I strongly suggest that you look away now! You've been warned!
Summary: Dean always loved his dearly Impala, but what happens when Sammy gets a jealousy fit over Dean's love for his car?
Author's Note: This was written for a dearly friend of mine who needed to cheer up a bit. So yeah no editting was made after I wrote it, so I do apologize for the grammar and what not.

They were going at it. Again.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?!!" Dean screamed as loud as he could, not giving a damn about the other people inside the motel.

"What is wrong with me?!!" Sam yelled back, pushing his brother against the wall. "You won't even look at me! You don't even care for me, Dean!"

Dean shrugged his shoulders and shook his head. "What the hell are you talking about?!"

Before Sam would get into one of his major fits Dean headed outside in the cold dark night. He looked around, relieved that the parking lot was pretty much empty, and went to his car.

But just as Dean was about to open the door of the Impala he felt himself pushed against his beloved car, a warm breath warming his left ear.

"You love that car more than you love me, don't you Dean?"

Fuck! Dean had wanted to run away from this urge. But having Sam against him like that, he knew better than to just run away.

"I don't-"

He was pushed against his car once more, his hard cock rubbing against the door, wanting to get out of the squeeze. "No, Sammy."

"Then why do you always come to it when we fight? Huh? Why is it that you call it "Baby" when you barely can say my name anymore? Tell me why."

It wasn't a question, but an order. "Sammy-"

"Tell me why!"

Dean let out a high pitched squeal when he felt himself being pushed against the car. Fuck! His cock couldn't handle another push; it would surely make a hole in his door he thought.

And Sammy knew. He knew why Dean was closing his eyes to the pain. He wasn't scared of Sam - he was afraid of braking his cock in half.

Tears came to Dean's eyes the second Sam's hand grabbed the cock and began to rub it against Dean's jeans. Oh God! Dean came instantly, the warmth of Sam's hand warming his entire body. He felt his boxers wet and warm, and cursed on the inside when his realized that his cock wasn't done with him just yet.

"Fuck" Dean groaned, placing his mouth against his elbow so that he wouldn't let a scream out. The last thing he needed was for the owner to see what they were up to.

"You love that car, don't you Dean?" Sam growled. "You are orgasming thinking about the car aren't you!?"

Dean felt all of the muscles in his body shake. "No... Sammy..."

"You love that car so fucking much you do yourself thinking about it, don't you Dean?!!"

He felt Sam's cock rubbing against his ass and Dean wondered how long he could hold himself until he'd come again.

"I knew it." Sam whispered in Dean's ear, nibbing the lobe. "You'd do anything for the car and not for me."

Why the hell was Sam jealous of a car for? Dean tried to put his thoughts together but his mind became blank as he felt Sam's hands going inside of Dean's shirt and into his pants, undoing Dean's zipper.

"Sam... please..." Dean begged. But Sam wouldn't hear the best of it.

Once Dean's pants were undone he felt Sam pulling away from him slightly. Dean did not want to admit it but he craved for the warmth of Sam's body right now. Looking to his right he saw Sam opening the rear door of the car. "Get in."

Dean wasn't sure if he could move, feeling all tied up with an invisible rope. "Sam-"

"You don't want me inside your precious car, Dean? You think I'll dirty it up even more than it is?"

When Dean didn't move he saw Sam coming back to him, rolling him over so that Dean's back was against the car. "You don't want me."

Another untrue statement.

"Sam-"

But Dean wasn't quick enough. Sam came on to him like a magnetic force, their cocks rubbing against each other. Dean moaned, growled, hissed at the strong hip strokes Sam was offering him.

"Fuck... oh God..."

"You don't love me. You can't even say my name. Say it."

Dean's vocal cords were unable to make a sound. He arched his back up, his head against the top of the Impala, looking up at the stary night. He felt Sam going down, bending down and pulling down his jeans along with him...

"Sam... cold..." Dean panted as the cold chilly air of the night took him by surprise.

But he knew that this had been Sam's plan from the beginning. He wanted him to be cold so that they could get inside where the windy chill breeze wouldn't freeze his ball sack.

"You want me Dean?" Sam asked as he blew some warm air on Dean's cock, making him cum just a little.

"... yes..."

"You want me inside your precious car, Dean?"

"Yes..."

Sam grabbed the hard cock with a hand as his tongue began to tease the head, making the guy go on the tip of his toes.

"Do you love me more than your car, Dean?"

"Yes!"

"Say my name!"

"Yes, Sammy!!!!"

There was no more time wasted as Sam's adrenaline and lust for Dean picked his older brother up from the ground, Dean's leg around his hips when Sam brought his brother inside on the backseat of the car. Dean saw Sam closing the door, giving them even more privacy. Sam then when down on his brother, who had given any resistance from his brother, as if saying Sammy's name while on the verge of orgasming had been the key. Their tongues tasted each other, craving each other like a baby needed milk or a pregnant woman craved chinese food and dill pickles. They only pulled away for air, when they thought of it as their hands went to each other's hair and cheeks.

When Sam's lips went to Dean's neck his hands went down to his pants, undoing them so that he could let his cock out. Dean couldn't help himself but to eye the python. Fuck! Sam was gorgeous is more ways that any human should be.

"So... beautiful... Sammy... so.... beautiful... Oh God!"

Dean arched his back as he felt Sam's bare cock against his. He craved it... craved Sam... so much...

"Oh, fuck!" Dean panted. He wanted to come.... so fucking much... Just do it, Sammy... please...

As if he could read Dean's mind Sam began to stroke faster, grabbing both of their cocks in his hands. They continued to kiss each other, their tongue acting as fluid to their lust and craving for their orgasm. Dean was over the stars, and he felt as though he was about to faint. His eyes were closed shut, his lips tight as he bit them, almost tasting blood in them...

"Oh, Sammy!"

Both of them screamed in orgasm has both of their stomach was now warming up with each other's cum. Dean was over estacy, Sammy's name acting like a drug for him.

Sam stroked both of their cocks together still, until he knew that both of them were empty...

He had never done anything like this before...

But it had been his...

His Sammy...

xXx

"Sammy...."

Dean groaned, his eyes closed as he felt his erection underneath his bed sheets. He felt his hand warming up to a liquid squirting from his cock.

Oh God... Fuck.... Sammy!

His eyes opened wide and he had to look around him. On the other bed Sam was sleeping soundly, his bangs covering his eyes.

It had been a dream.

Another. Dream.

As he got up from his wet bed Dean went straight to the bathroom, finishing the job he had started. Moments later as he came out with dry underwear and clothes on he saw that Sam was awake.

"Where are you going?" Sam asked with his sleepy version of the puppy eyed look.

"Outside. Just for a second."

Sam grunt. "Going for a ride?"

Dean felt his cock hardened at the thought of his dream. "Nah. I'd rather walk."

Wow... erm... Hi! :)

Wed, 09 Dec 2009 13:14:59 GMT

So I haven't been the best LJ member in the world lately, and Im sad about it. I love this site a lot and I used to come on here and write a lot, and now I barely have the time to come and read stories! Im a bad member! :(((

But, since I know that Christmas is near I thought about working my ass off and making my LJ a better place for me and my friends! I have many things to post so expect a few things from me soon!!!

*pets LJ* Im so sorry!!!

I so have to make changes on this page!!!!

Detox - A Sam/Dean fan fic (contains mild Wincest)

Sun, 02 Aug 2009 16:15:27 GMT

Title: Detox
Author: julz314
Rating: K+ (contains mild wincest)
Word Count: approx. 900
Characters /Pairing: Dean/Sam
Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural nor the boys... sadly
Summary: What happens when Dean witnesses Sam drinking Ruby's blood? Based somewhere in season 4 (you know, before the whole Apocalypse LOL!)
Author's note: So this post is especially for House of Lantis's fan fiction contest. Sorry I didn't have much time to edit and add the things I wanted to add in it, but things have been dramatically insane around here for the past 2-3 weeks, so much that I couldn't even update my "In a Perfect World" story (which is only posted over on fanfiction.net until I get my office back in a month) but I still think that this story deserves its telling. Sorry if I'm not much of an entertainer these days! (*sniff*)

Dean slammed the dark green hotel door shut behind him, not letting Sam a chance to get in. He was furious at his brother, and could not try to confront him at the moment. Sam wiggled the hotel key into the lock at opened the door slowly and shut it as soon as he got inside. He stood at the door, starring at his older brother’s back. He had done it this time, Sam thought. There was no going back.

Seconds… minutes when by and still nothing from Dean. How did he manage to piss him off like that? Oh yeah, that’s right Sam thought as he remembered clearly what had happened at the old abandoned house where Dean had found him...

Dean had seen him and Ruby. Together. Ruby had sat on Sam, and had offered Sam her blood; her poison. When Sam had heard the door burst opened he knew that it could have only been one person, and that person now stood in front of him.

Sam saw Dean wipe his bloody hands on his jeans. He had managed to stab the bitch three times in her stomach before the corpse dropped on the floor. Dean had kicked the living hell out of the empty body for moments until Sam had finally gotten the strength to stop him. The truth was, Sam hadn’t wanted to stop Dean. Sam needed the blood to become stronger, but watching Dean in his furious state made him feel… strange inside.

“Dean”, Sam tried after a moment. Dean hadn’t said a word since before he had launched his attack. Sam felt both anger and tension rise in the room, and didn’t know how long it would take before Dean exploded.

The older brother finally turned around after minutes. Sam thought they had been standing there for hours but it didn’t matter anymore; Dean was about to make a move.

“Why, Sam?”

Sam was disappointed at his brother’s choice of words. Why?

Dean went on. “I’ve been looking after you all my life, and this is what you give me? You’ve been hiding… this?!”

“But Dean-”

“No, Sam! Just… don’t!” Dean rubbed his forehead and decided to take off his leather jacket and threw it on the nearest bed.

“Why her, Sam?”

Sam saw a glitch of regret in Dean’s eyes. No, no way. This time Dean wasn’t backing up on his words. Sam walked to his brother and grabbed on his shirt collar.

“What the hell is wrong with you?”

Dean chuckled. “Hell? Ha. Nice choice of words, Sam.”“Stop screwing around with me, Dean!” Sam was nose to nose with his brother. He could feel Dean’s hot breath on him.

Sam tilted his head to the left when Dean didn’t stop chuckling softly. Dean raised his right hand and grabbed on Sam’s chin, running his thumb down on his jaw line. Dean pulled Sam into a soft kiss. It wasn’t a wet kiss or a hard kiss; it was as if their lips barely touched.

“You want me to stop screwing with you while you haven’t even let me do it, Sammy,” Dean’s voice had become a soft and warm whisper. Sam felt the breath tickle his bottom lip and he couldn’t dare try to push himself away. Sam starred down at Dean’s lustful and envious eyes.

It was merely seconds later that they both found themselves onto the closest bed, free of all their layers of clothes…

xXx

Sam woke up the following morning still naked under the hotel bed sheets. He looked at his right; Dean sleeping soundly. Sam couldn’t help but to notice that Dean was smiling. He had never looked so… peaceful.

Sam took one of the sheets and rolled it against his waist. He couldn’t help but to remember every little detail, and felt his cock hardened at the thought of Dean’s warm breath on him, on his neck… the kisses… everything else… Damn it! He needed to take a shower and wash it off!

xXx

“What the hell?!”

Sam looked at himself in the mirror, his hair still dripping water from the cold shower. He looked at his reflection and couldn’t believe it. How could he feel like this? What did this mean?

Sam heard banging on the door. Crap, he thought. Dean had heard him. But Sam couldn’t move. He knew what the feeling inside of him was, he knew what he felt.

How could it explain it to his brother?

After a few moments Dean had finally opened the bathroom door. He wore a bed sheet comfortably around him and his eyes were barely opened. But Dean’s face suddenly changed from “tired to “panic” when he looked at his brother’s face.

“What’s wrong dude?” Dean had his over protectiveness voice, the same he would always use when he was protecting his little brother or reassuring him.

Sam didn’t reply. He wanted to, but the words just wouldn’t come out. Dean rushed to his little brother, letting go of his bed sheet and showing his naked body. Dean grabbed on both his brother’s shoulders and pulled him in so that both men were facing each other.

“Talk to me man! What is going on?”

“Dean”, Sam said in a low tone. He turned around to face his older brother. “I think I don’t have my powers anymore.”