Title: “Until It Sleeps” Part 2/2
Author: gwenknight
Pairing: Sam/Dean
Rating: NC17
Disclaimer: Sam and Dean Winchester belong to Eric Kripke, WB, and various and sundry lawyers, agents, yada, yada. I only wish they were mine. No harm, no profit.
Warnings: Angst, h/c, slash, wincest and, most especially:
WARNING: CONTAINS SPOILERS FOR ALL EPISODES OF SEASON FOUR THROUGH 4.10.
Summary: Dean’s back from Hell, but not all the way. It’s up to Sam to close that gap.
( Part 2/2 )
Title: “Until It Sleeps”
Author: gwenknight
Pairing: Sam/Dean
Rating: NC17
Disclaimer: Sam and Dean Winchester belong to Eric Kripke, WB, and various and sundry lawyers, agents, yada, yada. I only wish they were mine. No harm, no profit.
Warnings: Angst, h/c, slash, wincest and, most especially:
WARNING: CONTAINS SPOILERS FOR ALL EPISODES OF SEASON FOUR THROUGH 4.10.
Summary: Dean’s back from Hell, but not all the way. It’s up to Sam to close that gap.
Title: “And You Can Tell Everybody” Part 4/4
Author: Gwenknight
Pairing: Jensen/Jared
Other characters: Christian Kane, Mike Rosenbaum, Tom Welling
Rating: NC17
Disclaimer: Total fiction, no money made, no harm intended
Notes: Written for the J2AU “Summer Song Challenge”
Prompt/Song: “Your Song” by Elton John
Author’s Notes: I still remember exactly where I was and what I was doing the first time
I heard this song and I’ve loved it ever since.
Title: “And You Can Tell Everybody” 3/4
Author: Gwenknight
Pairing: Jensen/Jared
Other characters: Christian Kane, Mike Rosenbaum, Tom Welling
Rating: NC17
Disclaimer: Total fiction, no money made, no harm intended
Notes: Written for the J2AU “Summer Song Challenge”
Prompt/Song: “Your Song” by Elton John
Author’s Notes: I still remember exactly where I was and what I was doing the first time
I heard this song and I’ve loved it ever since.
Title: “And You Can Tell Everybody” (Part 2/4)
Author: Gwenknight
Pairing: Jensen/Jared
Other characters: Christian Kane, Mike Rosenbaum, Tom Welling
Rating: NC17
Disclaimer: Total fiction, no money made, no harm intended
Notes: Written for the J2AU “Summer Song Challenge”
Prompt/Song: “Your Song” by Elton John
Author’s Notes: I still remember exactly where I was and what I was doing the first time
I heard this song and I’ve loved it ever since.
Title: “And You Can Tell Everybody” (Part 1/4)
Author: Gwenknight
Pairing: Jensen/Jared
Other characters: Christian Kane, Mike Rosenbaum, Tom Welling
Rating: NC17
Disclaimer: Total fiction, no money made, no harm intended
Notes: Written for the J2AU “Summer Song Challenge”
Prompt/Song: “Your Song” by Elton John
Author’s Notes: I still remember exactly where I was and what I was doing the first time
I heard this song and I’ve loved it ever since.
( Part One )
Title: “Hide You Away”
Author: Gwenknight
Pairing: Sam/Dean
Rating: Wincest. A Hard R by my parameters, but maybe NC-17 by yours
Disclaimer: Sam and Dean Winchester belong to Kripke and WB. I mean no harm and make no money.
Summary: Dean’s year is slipping away and Sam’s freaking out. A
Author’s notes: This is about the magical place where I live. This place and a love like Sam and Dean’s could, I believe, destroy whatever demons might be after you. Big thanks to Kerry for beta duty.
Hide You Away
Sam yawns and blinks his eyes to chase the sleep away, stretches his arms to get rid of the kinks in his back that are an inescapable result of a night spent in the back seat of the Impala. He’s slept there so many times in his life. As a kid, safe and secure, curled up on the warm leather interior, watching the stars glide by out the back window while his dad drove the endless highways and Dean rode shotgun, humming quietly under his breath. Then as a teenager, sullen and resentful more often than not, just wishing for an end to the ceaseless traveling….*running*….from one place to the next, his long legs cramped in the confines of the back seat. Dad still driving and Dean still humming and Sam feeling so out of place.
Right now, they’re high up in the Smokies. Not the tallest mountains they’ve ever been in by a long shot, but maybe the greenest. Ancient and steeped in lore. Home of the Cherokee, before Andrew Jackson and the good old U.S. of A. decided they’d be better off penned up on a reservation hundreds of miles from their home. Only, a few of the bravest and more stubborn had decided to forego the hike to
After the salt and burn, they’d opted to leave the reservation in the middle of the night as soon as the hunt was done. But, once they’d left the flats and driven up along the
He looks around for Dean, forcing down the panic that is his immediate reaction now if his brother gets out of sight, and sees that he hasn’t gone far. Leaning back against the cool metal of the car hood, watching Dean, Sam wishes he had a camera. One of the expensive ones with the techno lenses that can pick up all the tiny details. Like the way the sun is trying to find its way through the trees to chase away the dark, slowly bringing morning to the woods around them. It’ll be a while before it’s bright and sunny here and that’s okay with Sam. He doesn’t do well with bright and sunny nowadays, anyway. The light is subtle, timid fingers of white sneaking through the mist, easing the forest into daytime. It slides across Dean’s hair, making the tips look almost blonde.
Sighing, Sam reaches into the car, rummaging around in his backpack. Grabbing his toothbrush and the cinnamon toothpaste that Dean insists on buying because the mint kind makes him gag, Sam makes his way to the bank of the river, shivering a little as the cold, wet grass tickles his toes. Tries not to slip on the moss-covered stones at the edge of the water as he squats down to rinse his face and brush his teeth in the crystal clear, frigid water. Running wet hands through his hair to try and tame it a little, he backs away from the water and settles down on the damp ground, breathing in the cool morning air with its biting chill, its whisper of leaves, its rich earthy smell, its feeling of timelessness.
He waits as Dean makes his way across the grass to step between Sam’s legs. Dean drops to his knees. His voice is a little hoarse and raspy from the lack of morning caffeine and he breathes the words against Sam’s mouth.
Sam whimpers, he tries really hard not to, but he can’t help it. Just like he can’t help the way his hand catches Dean on the back of his neck, pulling him in, holding him too tight and kissing him with a fierce, desperate need until Dean breaks the kiss, hushing him with soothing whispers. Sam jerks a little when Dean runs icy, damp fingers underneath the hem of Sam’s t-shirt, coaxing him to lie back, following him down.
“Don’t let them in here, Sammy.” His hand is solid and strong against the beat of Sam’s heart. He bends his head, his breath soft against Sam’s ear. “They don’t belong here.” Sam trembles when Dean kisses the pulse at the base of his throat. “This is just you and me.”
He tightens his arms around Dean, swallows the quiet moan Dean makes when Sam shifts his hips. He arches his neck as Dean licks a long stripe down his throat. Sucks in a breath when Dean’s fingertips slide down his belly to the button on his jeans.
He lies on the damp ground, half-dressed, his legs tangled up with Dean’s, his chest stinging from the rub of Dean’s five o’clock shadow, Dean’s hand resting low on his belly. The sun is breaking through the trees now and Sam knows they need to get going before the nearby road gets busy with tourists.
And, yeah, maybe the enemies of Sam and Dean are darker and more powerful than Andrew Jackson and the US Government. But, then Sam and Dean aren’t your ordinary renegades, either.
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