No kissing, just fucking!
Since Sam and Dean had come to terms with the reality that Sam has truly and fully lost his soul, they had to find a way to co-exist again. To strengthen their truce, they decided to take a small break after the fairy debacle. Even though Sam was completely against the idea of taking a break, Dean - through sheer force of will managed to pin him down at one place for more than two days.
Though now, Dean was seriously reconsidering his decision because staying with soulless Sam definitely had a lot of drawbacks. One that hit the most was not being able to touch Sam, his Sam, even if he was at an arm's length. It just did not feel right.
And Sam was not helping at all. Sam somehow had managed to gather some heavy cash and decided to spend it on a hotel suite for their so called break. It had a single bedroom with a single king size bed. And Dean was sure Sam did so just to make Dean uncomfortable. Of course walking around the suite, half naked after workout with sweat dripping down that long column of his neck and after shower with water making his hair go unruly before flowing down those abs into his happy trail before getting absorbed into the very lowly hung towel at his waist was a reason for Dean's constant boner.
But still he would stay away from Sam. Sleep at the very edge of thier bed. After he found Sam banging the girl last week, he knew that this Sam remembered nothing, Dean meant nothing to him and he could not go through the phase of self-destruction again when Sam would eventually find his way away from Dean. He needed to ensure his safety along with Sam's.
Today as he made breakfast for them, wearing the very fluffy robe, he was still trying to avoid Sam's after workout look. As he flipped the pancake he suddenly felt Sam's arms around him holding him in a tight grip. After his previous experience with soulless Sam, he immediately went into the hunter mode, but soon realised that this grip was different. It was sensual.
"You think I don't notice the way you look at me Dean? Even if I cannot feel anything for you, I still remember the things you and I have done together"
Before Dean could recover from the shock of Sam's words, Sam had him pinned to the nearby wall with his thigh separating Dean's leg and rubbing against his already half hard dick.
"All you had to do Dean was just mention it once. I was ready to fuck the brains out of you every since always. Why all this silent pinning?"
Sam had managed to pool the robe around Dean's waist and grabbed his ass managing to pull him impossibly closer. And all Dean could do was moan with his head thrown back in pleasure.
Till it hit Dean, till he remembered that for this Sam, all this was going to be purely physical; without an ounce of emotion for Dean. Tomorrow he'll go a fuck some other hoe and this will completely be forgotten.
"Sam, no. Wait. Get the fuck away from me"
"Oh? You sure big brother? I sure remember you enjoying being pinned on every surface. Do you not want it?"
The grinding of Sam's dick against his and his mouth on his nipple was slowly chipping away Dean's resistance. As soon as Sam's hand reached for his dick Dean was finished.
"Fuckk!"
"Exactly what I intend to do big brother, fuck you senseless!"
Dean was gone, there was no going back from that statement. His hands found their way to Sam's hair and pulled back his head reaching for his lips.
"Sorry, no kissing, just fucking. It's a rule." was not a reply expected by Dean and was a punch in his gut. It was like a cold bath. By the time Dean recovered from this, Sam had already pinned him against the bedroom door and he was completely naked with an equally naked Sam grinding against him and leaving a trail of hickeys all along his collar bone.
Soulless Sam had definitely perfected the art of seduction and soon Dean was a moaning mess in his hands. He too decided to let go and gave as good as he got. Soon the room smelt of musk and sex and he was sure his moaning and Sam's grunting as he drilled Dean was going to reach the neighbours.
Dean was definitely going to walk with a limp for at least a week. Sam did not go easy on him, just like he needed. He could not imagine making gentle love to soulless Sam, that was just for his Sammy. He was going to have bruises on his hips and his nipples were going to be sore for a long time, but it had been long since he felt this relaxed and he was soon going to doze off. He could feel Sam reaching for his lips and kissing him slowly and tenderly and he reached back pulling Sam down to just enjoy Sam's lips against his own after a long time. He could do this forever, was the last thought Dean had before he dozed off. But only for a minute.
His eyes opened in a flash and he sat up so fast that he hit Sam's head against the headboard.
"Ouch! What the hell Dean?!"
Dean just stared at Sam. And stared. And stared.
"You kissed me!"
Sam looked at Dean for a long time and then pulled him against himself back into his embrace.
"Yes, I did. Now please go back to sleep."
Dean never saw his - yes his, every version of Sam was his Sam - soulless Sam sleeping with anyone else again.




















