Rekindling

It is then burst into flame by an encounter with another human being. We should all be thankful for those people who rekindle the inner spirit. {Independent rp account for Sam Winchester - variations of Future Sam involved. Will play with anyone. Please read the information page to arrange a verse to play in. Otherwise I will default for time period. Will occasionally touch into nsfw, and wincest. Read mores will be used.}

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Dean nodded as he approached the car, sending a squinted glance around the parking lot and through the windows of the diner to make sure that they weren’t being watched before he took the keys from his pocket and opened the trunk. 

“You don’t look like you’ve changed much.” he blinked at him as he tugged the duffel closer, hands softly shaking as he unzipped it, pulling out a neatly folded outfit, “We’re gonna have to find you new shoes, though. You didn’t — I mean he didn’t leave any shoes behind.” he held the clothes out to him, “There’s a bathroom in the diner where I think they’ll let you change.”

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Sam glanced over the clothes, giving the other a small smile in return.  "I- thanks, Dean." He murmured, voice still cracking a little as he ran his hand over the fabric.  Worn and yet familiar.  Different.  It'd been too long, too damn long since any of this.  He waited for the other though as he stepped away from the car.  It wasn't so much out of the social uneasiness, though there was a lot of it.  He almost felt like that awkward little brother again, afraid of the strangers, not sure what to do, what to say, only that there were a lot of them, and he had lost the ability to talk to many people other than the person in his head- not that Dean knew that.

In a way, he wanted to keep Dean from knowing, but he knew he couldn't hide his anxiety about the building, about the people in the windows.

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"Yeah-" Sam doubted there would be a stop.  Lifting his hips a little to encourage the other, he couldn't help but be painfully aware of how much tighter his jeans had become, how the world was suddenly focused just on Dean, and Dean alone.  Everything centered on him, and all he could do was stare.

Pushing his shirt off of the bed, he was already working on removing Dean's, biting his lower lip as he did.

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“By the time I got back in my timeline, the camp was burned to the ground. By now theres no one around for miles. They pushed all the croats into the city and blocked it off. Now I just pick them off if they get out of the blockades.” He tugged Sam along, pulling the taller man into the store. “You shouldn’t be staying in the croat city if you can help it Sammy, especially if you’re not sure if you can get infected.”

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Sam frowned, glancing to the other and shaking his head.  "If that's where I'm from, there were no ways out of the city," He stated softly.  Following the other obediently, he winced.  "Cas, really?" The question was almost disbelieving.  "When am I going to take the chance of walking out and possibly coming across someone who would kill me in no time flat?  I was trying to survive for some reason.  There was no way out, I couldn't get close to the camp, they'd shoot me on sight, I couldn't get out where anyone would be.  I had to sneak around, how would I know any of that?"  He sighed.  "The croats may be dying out, but it's slow.' 

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Everything kept pushing him a little further, a little more, Sam pressing his hips up into the other, pulling the other up to kiss him deeply and pulling at his shirt to get the other mildly undressed.  "Who cares about slow anymore, Dean?"  He questioned against his lips, swearing softly at skin meeting skin.  

"Just- please," He wasn't sure if he needed to elaborate, if there was more needed, but he was needing more physically, more of a stimulation.  Wanting Dean for this long had hurt.  Tonight he'd fix it on some level- who cared about the consequences?

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Sam's back almost seemed set to be arched now, set specifically for the other, lifting his shoulders enough to slip his shirt off with a shiver.  "Have I?" He questioned, not entirely sure of the fact, trying to trace it back to before, but it was hard to do with the other's attention.  Sound low in his throat at the attention that followed suit.

Hands running down the others back, shoulders, over the back of his neck, he had to touch, to feel, the other was there, and he couldn't help but feel the other there, no matter what he did.  

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Dean’s mouth worked around several questions and finally huffed out a sigh. “Look. Obviously that’s not really in my… timeline or universe or whatever.” his gut gave a twist at the thought that Castiel had been sacrificed in that time. He was dead, at the decision of Dean, who was also dead. At the hand of his brother. He started walking towards the Impala once more, pausing before asking one of the inevitable questions.

“How long did it take after you killed me ‘til you got control?” the question was sent over his shoulder noncommittally, the crunch of gravel louder than the actual volume of his voice.

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Sam winced a little at the huff, glancing away a little and back to the other.  He didn't like thinking about it honestly, and he managed to piece it together, nodding a little at the other.  "Um, awhile," He stated softly.  "About a year before it fell apart.  He started to weaken, and I didn't get control until halfway through that- It's been two years on my own, about three and a half since he died." His tone was soft, hands in his pockets.

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"Habit-" Sam managed, running his hands down over the other's shoulders, sides, anything he could reach.  "I guess." It all felt too damn good to push it away.  Too good to move away from the heat, too good to do anything but find his body lifting to meet the lick, one hand moving instead to grab the blankets, low moan escaping from his throat.

"Yeah-" His voice strained as he tried to pull himself back together.  "Feels good-"

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And it didn't fade, just rolling his hips against the other, each press more insistent, having to bite back sounds in the process.  Everything was working against him to try to keep it together, not to lose it like some teenager.  

Shivering at the hand up his shirt, he pressed up onto this elbows, smiling a little at the other.  "I know, he burns cold, right?" He questioned.  "You're-warm to me.  Burning hot almost- but it feels- good.  Feels...human."  

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That roll of the hips made him shiver all the more, press down and bite his lip.  Fuck- fuck- every touch was almost burning him even through the flesh, but it felt good, and it'd been too damn long.  It was dangerous, he knew, for Dean to know how sensitive he was at this right now, but at the same time, he didn't care.  Right now, his mind whispered that they could do it all the time and it would be fine with it.

Letting out a slight surprised sound as he landed on his back, flushing at the rutting, own hips raising to meet them, letting out a low sound.  "Fuck- anything," He managed, one leg bending to lift himself a little more, aware he was embarrassed just saying it.  

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“What are you?” Dean squinted, disbelieving that Sam would even consider Dean to ever kill him. “What are you?” he repeated, hands coming out of his pants to grip one of Sam’s shoulders tightly, the other going to cup his neck, roughly shaking him, “You’re my brother is what you are.” 

His eyes softened with a smidgen of unshed tears, eyes shining brightly with the added wetness, “I’m not gonna kill you, Sammy.” He gave him a pathetic look, eyebrows drawn taught in a furrowed raise, “Can’t believe you would even think that.” It was his turn to take a step back and went in his hands, back into his pockets. 

“What I wanna do is get you outta those Satan clothes and feed you.” He blinked and the normal, gruff Dean was back, “Think you could handle some waffles and OJ?” 

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Sam fell back another step, voice still gruff when he spoke from the time alone, stumbling back another one as the other caught his shoulder and neck, staring at the other for a moment.  "No, I killed you," He whispered, staring at the other.  "I'm your brother, but...not the one you left.  I'm-different." Alone too long.

"Can't believe-" Sam started, looking startled for a moment as he stared at him.  "Think about it, is it really so hard for me to see it?  I couldn't go near the camp for fear of that.  If anyone was even alive there." 

Nodding a little at the offer, he messed with the jacket a little.  "That actually sounds good.  Anything sounds good." 

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Dean reviewed on that for a long moment, “The one…. that said ‘Yes’.” he put it as gently as he could, watching as Sam suddenly backed away from him, even if it was minimal.

Any sort of distance that Sam tried to put between them stung right now. Especially since this Sam seemed upset over Amy’s death, too. “She killed people, Sam.” He ground out a little roughly, having already been over this with his-time Sam. “She was a monster. Even if you knew her when she was a kid, that doesn’t excuse that she was still something supernatural, and something that killed innocent people.” he sighed and shoved his palms into the front pockets of his pants, the epitome of hurt, sorrow and just plain upset as he looked at Sam. 

“You gonna leave now, too?”

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"I- I'm tempted to," He murmured, running his hand through his hair.  "If you're doing that, Dean- what am I?  What are you going to do to me?  I have an angel in my hair." He ran his hand over the jacket again, looking over the other again.

"I'm going to die, and while dying by your hand would be- better than a croatoan-" He licked his lips, pressing his hands together.  

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His mouth felt dry without the whiskey, but he listened to Sam’s words. Wherever his Dean was, he would kill the bastard just to keep Sam here. Though, the youngest may have something to say to that.. not unless it was discreet. “Devil got ‘em.” His voice broke, a bit rough from the screaming he had already done when he noticed the fallen soldiers.

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Sam winced, moving to sit a little, staring at the other as he crouched in that half sitting position, looking the other over.  "Devil-" He started, then paled, starting to stand. "Wait- then he might- Dean- how is he here?" He questioned, looking towards the door.  "Did he find another vessel to get this much power, or?" 

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The pressure against him, the tightening of his pants made him shiver, made him arch a little more.  The fact that he was being held down to meet it, and the moving of Dean under him, just pressed him closer.  Echoing the other's groan, Sam's eyes stayed closed, pressing harder int he ride, just enough for friction, enough to moan into the other's lips again.

"How far?" He questioned against his lips, soft and just as gruff and lust filled as Dean.  "Why don't you show me what you want to do with me- by doing it?" He stated softly, nipping his lower lip.

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“Everyone else is gone,” Dean repeated, eyebrows lowering once the words began to sink in. They’re gone because he led them to their deaths, and Sam would be disappointed if he knew. He would look at Dean differently, he knew it.

Looking around once again, the Winchester became confused. “Where’s my bottle?” He asked, slurred words twisting underneath his breath. He didn’t deserve to be here. Not now.

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Sam stared at the other for a moment, shaking his head.  "No more stuff for you, Dean," He stated softly.  "Not for you." He moved towards the room, grabbing a blanket to put it over the other's shoulders.  "You don't have a bottle anymore, you need to- what happened?" It was soft, asking softly, a little worried, seeing hos much he's falling apart.  

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Well I mean, I am kinda cold. Since I have to be naked it would be nice if you’d at least warm me up. 

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I-I'd like to, actually.

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As soon as he felt Sam’s mouth open Dean didn’t hesitate for a second. He just slipped his tongue tentatively into his mouth, gently and slowly tracing along his brother’s tongue. He knew why this was happening. Why the both wanted it so bad but he didn’t care at the moment. This made him feel good and it was still Sam. 

And he loved Sam.

He just kept a hold on his hair, even though Sam pressed down further against him. His free hand wandered softly along the curve of his spine and Dean just sighed. He felt perfect. 

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Sam could only press his hips into the other, biting his lip and kissing the other again. Being held down by Dean against him sent whole new waves through him, even more of a want.  A lust that threatened to take over, kissing him back deeply, tongue tangling with his, rolling his hips against his.  

Gasping at the press of his groin into the other, he shivered again.  As tempted as he was to beg, to ask, he moved slower, concentrating on kissing, on feeling the other's hands, the other's breath and the feel of his body underneath.

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Dean watched the other Winchester move, trying to clear the bottles away. Finally, he was able to shift his head from his arms to see more clearly. “Need me,” Dean scoffed, feet sliding on the floor before his legs fully dropped in front of his body.

“To bring you back to De- ean. I- I can’t do that..” The eldest leaned against the cabinets.

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Sam looked over his shoulder with a sigh, trying not to roll his eyes.  "Dean-" He stated softly, turning to look at the other.  "In a way, I need you so much more than that.  Your company too, everyone else is gone.  I need you too." Moving to kneel in front of the other, he reached forward, to touch his cheek.  "Sorry-"