Fiction: The Missing Scene from 'Sin City'

[wiccaqueen]

Title: The Missing Scene from 'Sin City'
Author: wiccaqueen     
Pairing: Sam/Dean
Rating: R
Summary: Sam and Dean come to a hotel room that only has one bed and mirrors above it...
Disclaimer: Sam and Dean and everything else from SPN belongs to their respected owners at CW!

The Missing Scene from 'Sin City'

Sam couldn’t believe his eyes when he entered the room. The hotelroom was cheap as always, dirty to some extent and only equipped with the most basic appliances. But all of that didn’t bother him. What did, was that there was only one bed in the room. Okay, so it might be kingsize, but it still was only one bed!

“Sweet,” was Dean’s remark as he entered the room just behind Sammy. Dean didn’t even glance at the bed, but looked straight up to the ceiling to find a mirror. It covered the whole size of the bed, obviously ment for other things, than seeing yourself sleep.

“Sweet, Dean?” Sam was still so amazed that he couldn’t find the right words to say. What was Dean thinking?

“I tell you, this town may be possesed, but it does have it’s advantages!“
Sam still couldn’t believe what he heard.

“Dude, the bed!” He pointed at the bulky object in the middle of the room for demonstration.
“Yeah, so?”

“It’s kingsize, Dean!”

His brother just frowned.

“So it’s big enough to have some fun in. You don’t think those mirrors were put there just for beauty, do ya Sammy?”

 He grinned innocently.

“Shut up! I know what they’re for! But I still think it’s kinda strange to see you act so cool about the fact that we have to share one bed for tonight.”

 Dean’s grin died down a bit. He took a step closer to Sam.

“Look Sammy, I get it. Your freaked out because this whole city is somehow sexed up.....kinda like Sin City...” Another smirk. “...but chill. We’re not gonna get effected by it. So I won’t go touching you or anything.”

“Dean!”
Sam was beyond a state of shock. How could Dean even imagine that he might be thinking anything like that? Of course he totally was.

Ever since he’d spotted the bed, his heart had began to pace and his breath had turned into a frantic panting. Images of what happened in these beds, what could happen, had filled his mind within seconds.
 
Having Dean talk about it so openly now however, meant that this whole perverted, sinful dream moved closer into reality. He could deal with the dreams he’d been having for years now, but having Dean talk about it, just seemed wrong. It was almost too much for Sam. And as usual Dean had to make fun of it!

“Cool down Sammy. Nothing’s gonna happen, unless of course you want it to.”

The grin that now covered his brother’s face made Sam rage. He wished he could just slap it away. But Dean’s grin was challenging him to reply in some funny or lame way. He hoped Sammy would just play along with the game, since he was really having fun playing it. But Sam’s facial expression indicated that he had no such intentions.

“Dean! Honestly, sometimes I can’t even believe we’re related!”

Dean’s eyes lit up because of this comment. Gosh, if Sammy only knew how often Dean wished for just that! If they weren’t related, the only thing he’d have to deal with would be the gay thing. That he might could have acutally dealt with. But the incest gay thing? That was something totally different!

Still he couldn’t help the way he felt everytime he looked into those sweet puppy eyes of his baby brother, or how his dick reacted evrytime he looked at that gorgeous sexy body of his. And it really was fun to play with the idea of seducing Sam, even though he knew he would never really go through with it. Hell, Sam would probably think he’d be possessed if he’d ever kiss or touch him!

Dean held his smile while Sam dumped his duffel bag on the bed and headed for the bathroom.

“Sam, Sam?”

Dean suddendly ran after him, hoping he didn’t piss Sam off too much.

“Sam, are you okay? You know I’m only teasing, right?”

Sam shrugged and smiled faintly.

“Yeah, I know. Still, since the deal with the demon, it just seems like you’re not letting any opportunity pass you by. I mean all those women you’ve screwed since then....almost every night. Hey, I mean are you trying to break a record or something?”

Dean didn’t quite understand what he was hearing. It almost sounded like Sam was jealous. Well maybe not jealous, but something seemed to bug him. But Dean didn’t want him to know in what direction his trail of thought was heading and resumed the little game.

“What, so you really think, I might get you drunk and then seduce you on that bed out there?”

Sam’s mouth fell open, as if he wanted to say something. But no words came out. He simply gasped for air and looked at his brother, holding a question in his eyes.

Goddammit! How had things gotten so outta hand? Sam couldn’t think straight anymore, only imagined the things Dean might do to him.

He thought about Dean slowly kissing his neck, and maybe even biting it (which had always been a little fetish of his). He thought about Dean pressing his body against his own, feeling the warmth of each other. He thought about Dean gripping his cock and stroking him until he came harder than ever. Hell yeah, he wanted his brother to seduce him! He wanted him to take this chance of sharing one bed, one large playground. He wanted to watch them both fuck, looking into the mirror overhead.

“Sam?”

It was Dean’s voice which brought him back from dreamland.

“Yeah?”

“You okay? You looked kinda far away just now.”

”No I’m fine. Really.”

Dean still looked at him in a strange way and wondered if he’d gone to far this time. But he really had wanted to know. However, as Sam hadn’t answered his question, he decided to let the whole thing drop. It wasn’t like he ever really considered doing all the naughty things people normally did in these beds with Sam, anyway. Or had he? Okay, maybe for a short second.

He had allowed himself to imagine his tongue tasting Sammy’s mouth. Had allowed himself to imagine exploring every inch of his body with his hands. And maybe had allowed himself to imagine fucking that thight little ass of his brother.

But since Sam hadn’t answered him, he sure as Hell wasn’t going to ask im up front if he wanted any of this. Which of course he didn’t. And Dean was sure of it.

By the time they both emerged from the bathroom and got ready to leave the room again, everything was back to normal. Or at least, that’s what both Winchester brothers thought. None knew of the aching hard-on each one of them had.

The End

Comments

[wiccaqueen.livejournal.com]

Oh thanks sweetie! *hugs*
Not sure about a sequel to this one, but there'll be more smut coming, I promise!

Right now however, I just finishes a J² not only need to be beta'd and I'm writing a longer Sam/Dean fic that is a bit darker than my usual stuff! *evil grin*

[matty-parkman.livejournal.com]

*waits, wagging her tail expectantly*

[wiccaqueen.livejournal.com]

*g*

I'm growing impatient too! Posted the fic at spn_betas but so far no reply! But I really want to share it with the world, since a friend of mine read and said that it was really good!

[matty-parkman.livejournal.com]

*arches eyebrow* dude, YOU wrote it. how else could it be?!

[wiccaqueen.livejournal.com]

*blushes*

[matty-parkman.livejournal.com]

*rolls eyes*

and why the hell do we keep missing each other?! *kicks pc*