In The Dark: a Yard Dogs interlude
Written for the sexy and brilliant @lovetheirloves, whose Yard Dogs series re-wired my brain. This is a little interlude, taking place just after In The Dirt. Can be read as a standalone, but why would you want to?
A million thanks to @hotgirlsummersam for helping me make this even more gross and for reassuring me that it’s not a complete embarrassment to the original. <3
@spn-trope-round-robin prompts: Remix + UST
Relationships: Dean Winchester/Sam Winchester
Warnings: Teen Sam Winchester, Feral Sam Winchester, Masturbation, biting kink, marking kink, Scent Kink, Somnophilia Kink, Comeplay, Cannibalistic Thoughts, Sam wants to eat Dean alive
The way Sam wants Dean, it’s— there’s no end. No limit to it. He could chew him up completely, swallow him whole, and it still wouldn’t be enough.
Dust and heat and the taste of sweat and his brother’s hips in his hands.
Teeth sinking into flesh like the sun into the earth.
“Sammy. Sam. What’s happening?”
Sam lies awake in bed for hours, his mind hyperactive and overrun with memories, before he finally gives up any pretence of trying to fall asleep and goes back to staring at his brother. Dean is sleeping fitfully in the twin bed on the other side of the narrow room, close enough that Sam is pretty sure they could touch if they both stretched out their arms, his hands dug in under his pillow, one leg cocked out to the side and his face turned towards Sam. In deference to the thick summer heat, Dean’s sprawled on top of the covers, naked but for a thin pair of boxers and his amulet—Sam’s amulet—the thin leather cord disappearing under his chest.
If you didn’t know Dean as well as Sam knows Dean, you might think he was dead to the world, but the moonlight spilling in through the open window is bright enough that Sam can make out a furrowed brow and parted lips, telltale signs that Dean is having a nightmare, as if the barely audible whimpers Dean’s been making for the past twenty minutes weren’t enough to confirm it.
Sam should go wake Dean up, really. He should. But.
