Fiction: Spellbound 1/6

Title: Spellbound 1/6
Author: wiccaqueen    
Pairing: Sam/Dean
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Dean falls under the spell of a witch that might change his life forever...
Warning: underage sexual behaviour implied, Dean/OFC
Disclaimer:  Sam, Dean and John belong to their respected owners of the CW! I'm just borrowing them....

Spellbound 1/6

The air in the small, dim lit bar smelled of smoke, alcohol and something distinct masculine. Just the sort of atmosphere Dean Winchester was drawn too, just the place to earn a couple o’ hundred dollars needed for the next hunt. There were two choices: Either playing poker with a few locals - drunks the most - or a pool table. Dean chose the pool table which stood in a darker corner of the bar. Now all he needed to find was a suitable partner. Just as he moved in the direction of the table, a black haired beauty approached him.
Perhaps tonight would be his lucky night!

Sam Winchester, hating these small out-of-town bars, sat at a table, sipping his coke and trying hopelessly to focus on a book he’d just bought. However he could not escape watching his brother throw a cheesy smile at the woman who was talking to him.

God, Dean, it’s so obvious! Could he try and not lay it on so thick? After a few moments they both moved to the pool table, Dean already wrapping his arm cautiously around her thin waist. She giggled and whispered something into his ear.

It seemed Dean was hoping for more than just winning a couple of dollars. Sam lowered his head again and read a few more lines. But for some reason he couldn't make sense of the words in front of him. Damn it! He hadn’t even had a drink yet. Of course he knew the reason for this mind spinning and his heart beginning to race.

Ever since they had been teenagers, Sam hated to watch Dean hook up with a girl, but he had many o’ times. He always pretended that it didn’t bother him, but deep down inside he knew he was only lying to himself.

Still he kept to his place and gazed over his book, the newest edition of ‘Poetry of the Romantics’. He loved those words which seemed like jewels in his mouth when he read them out loud. The pictures they painted, the emotions they evoked, everything about expressions in this style.

“My love is like a red red rose,
That’s newly sprung in June:
My love is like the melody,
That’s sweetly play’d in tune...” (Robert Burns)

After reading such a poem his heart felt full again and he knew that this feelings had to be true. For at least once in his life he would want to feel like this, full of love, sick with love. With Jess it had been different. He had loved her, of course, but they had always been friends. He had never fallen head over heels for her.

After he read the last words of the poem, he closed his eyes for a moment and then gazed back over to the pool table. The game was well on its way, however Dean seemed to play worse than he normally did. Maybe he was being distracted? Or maybe he wanted to let his partner win? Damn it Dean, we need the money!

Then he saw his older brother turn his head and look in his direction. His perfectly green eyes almost glowing in the mist of this dim light. He threw him a grinning smile. God he was beautiful! Like a wild, red rose....

All of a sudden Sam blushed and instantly lowered his head again. If Dean ever noticed the way his brother looked at him sometimes, he sure didn’t talk about it. Although this had been going on for some years....

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