when they're sent to heaven during dark side of the moon, sam gets a pussy and dean realizes when he goes to fuck sam during the heaven version of the night sam left for stanford.
Of course Sam notices that he suddenly has a pussy the second he wakes.
It feels wildly different, and his first thought is that this is the weirdest fucking dream he's ever had. But then before he can think too much on it, Dean finds him, and he's telling him that somehow, someway, they're in heaven.
Of course that just makes it all so much weirder, but honestly, it just really isn't Sam's top priority, and he's sure as hell not letting Dean find out.
That is, until they get to the piece of Sam's heaven where he left. It's the night he left De for Stanford. Sam tries to move on, rush them past it, but there's no chance. The second Dean realizes, he's furious, and Sam stands helplessly in the middle of that road, feeling eighteen years old and all too small all over again.
They're both emotional, Dean's angry, Sam's upset, and he's not surprised when things escalate. He barely even fights it when Dean pins him underneath him harshly on the dark gravel road. Sam's prepared for something rough, for Dean to flip him over and fuck him dry as punishment, and he can tell Dean is ready to from the rough way he's groping over his body.Ā
So Sam is bracing for it as his big brother shoves his pants down, jaw clenched, and head tossed away. But then Dean's hand pushes his boxers all the way down, and when he yanks his hand back up, his fingers brush over the soft glistening lips of Sam's pussy.
Dean freezes. His head shoots up, and even though it's dark, Sam can swear he sees Dean's pupils blow so wide his eyes look black. He runs his fingers over Sam's pussy, slowly, like he doesn't believe it. The angry words die on Dean's lips, a soft exhale pulling from them instead.
"Sammy." Dean's voice is so thick with desire it makes Sam freeze up, sweet and helpless under his big brother. The anger is gone instantly, and the lust, theĀ want,Ā in Dean's tone knocks the breath from Sam's lungs. He's stunned still as Dean jerks into motion.Ā
Dean doesn't waste a second before fucking into him, scrambling to get his jeans unbuttoned. He shoves Sam's thighs wide and thrusts into him without warning as soon as he pulls his cock free, slamming balls deep and stuffing Sam so full that Sam chokes and grabs at Dean's shoulders, clinging to him and pushing him away all at once.
Thank god Dean is on top of him, that Sam has the heavy weight of his big brother pressing into him and grounding him because Sam feels like he's floating. It doesn't just feel good -so so so good-, it feelsĀ right.
"God Sammy, fucking clenching around me, perfect fucking pussy. Feels like heaven Sammy."
The irony isn't lost on Sam, but the thought is quickly gone, his head emptying as De fucks into him in hard, punishing strokes. He thrusts balls deep every time, and Dean grabs at him as he does, burying his head in the crook of Sam's throat to breathe him in.
Dean's voice is wrecked as he babbles into Sam's neck, words muffling against Sam's skin with every jerk of his hips. He calls him babyboy, and calls him perfect, and Sam blinks up at the night sky, from underneath Dean, eyes glassy and welling with tears.
Dean raises his head just as the first tear finally tracks down Sam's cheek, and he dips his face to trace his tongue over the salty trail, softly shushing his little brother as Sam's chest begins to convulse.
"Shh, so perfect, so good for me Sammy. You're all I need."Ā
Sam sobs once, and Dean presses their bodies closer, lets Sam bury his head in his neck and cry. he fucks him harder, splitting Sam open, and Sam clings to him, needing him, needing his big brother. It's exactly what he needs. its everything he's ever wanted.
"Squeezing me so good Sammy, god you were made for this, so perfect babyboy, letting me fuck that pretty pussy."
Dean doesn't stop talking, and Sam revels in it. He feels like he's vibrating, blissed out and dizzy, the pressure in his stomach coiled so tight it makes him light-headed.
Slick drips down his inner thighs, and Dean lets out a strangled groan as their skin slaps together with a wet sound.
"So fuckin' messy for me too Sammy, gonna come all over my cock? Come on sweet boy, wanna feel you squeeze around me, lemme' have it Sammy."
Sam chokes on another sob, muffling the sound into Dean's neck. De is never this nice to him when he fucks him, and it feels so good, it feels so good to have his big brother whisper to him and tell him he's good and sweet and perfect.
"Shit, tightening on me like crazy-"
Dean shoves a hand between their sweat-slick bodies, messily rubbing over Sam's clit, and Sam nearly blacks out, just conscious enough to hear his big brother as Dean continues.
"Good boy Sammy, don't fight it, come on, come f'me, so perfect babyboy, lemme' have it all."
Sam jerks and then shatters, clamping down on his big brother, his pussy drooling onto Dean's balls as he spasms around De's length. His eyes roll back as the waves hit him, everything in the world narrowing to the feeling of Dean pounding into his slick pussy.
"Fuck fuck, taking me so well, Sammy. Shoulda done this the night you left, should never have let you leave. Never gonna let you leave Sammy."