The Masquerade
Taking Over
Sam smiled, looking intently at the full lips of his brother. The golden hazel eyes, the short brown hair. Dean was perfect in his eyes. Though the love they shared held many flaws. The love they held was only possible with John gone. The only thing that kept Sam doing this, was the fact that he thought John would've wanted him to be happy: for Dean to be happy also.
“Sammy. Pass me my pants please.” Dean hollered from across the room, a thick devilish smile gliding across his face. “You know. If we keep going at this I am going to need more pants, let alone boxers.”
“Well, if someone didn't have the sex drive of a full blown stallion, maybe I wouldn't have to provide so much.” Sam retorted playfully. His chest muscles protruding through the slightly too small white undershirt.
“I am sorry, Sammy.” He said grinning again. “From now on, you won't have to provide. I will provide for you.”
The words hit Sam hard. How could Dean love him like this? How could Dean love him now, after all these years? Sam swallowed, the thick lump that had built in his throat quickly falling back down to his stomach.
“I guess tha could be interesting.” Sam said smiling.
They both got dressed, stealing glances at the other when their backs were turned. Sam rarely wore just an undershirt, but today he felt good. So his wardrobe consisted of: jeans, a white undershirt, and boots. Yep, this sounds good. He thought. He sneaked a peak at Dean. His lean muscles showing under the black undershirt and the coat he always wore, and of course the only thing real about Dean...his boots.
“Oh, Sam. I am taking over today. You need to rest, with all that I have put you though-” Dean stopped as he saw Sam, chocking back the urge to laugh.
“Dean...I am gay. I have been put though that a lot. You-” Sam stopped, he now saw the regal figure of Dean close to tears. Sam quickly grabbed his ass. “OWW, Oh god. The pain, it hurts. But it felt so good.” He said through closed eyes, opening one of them to see Dean's reaction. Dean was now on the firge of crying. Not from being hurt, but from laughing.
“Well, if it hurt that bad, then I guess I am a freak in the bed.” He said, his childish smile returning.
“Yes, Dean. Your a beast, that I want to ravage me every night.” Sam responded.
“No, but I am taking over. Maybe I can get a few leads.” he said, walking over to plant a kiss on Sam's lips, then left. Sam shuddered. He could still smell him, could still fill him. And all that was left in the room was the laptop, Dean's dirty cloths, and Sam. He almost let out a whimper as he heard the Impala roar to life outside.
*~*~*~*
Dean made his way to the second story floor of the Scott Quad dormitory. He saw several of the girls passing him looks. He smirked, but not a smirk of 'I am going to get some, but a smirk of 'girls I am a one man, man... until he saw him.
He was just sitting there, his eyes showing the tracks that tears had made. Dean stood mesmerized by him. Not just because he was beautiful, but because he resembled Sam. Dean walked to him, the man sitting on a small bench inside the hall. He knelt down to eye level with him. Grinning the new grin he knew would get him in trouble, but he did it anyway.
“Hi there. I am Dean.” He said placing his hand out. “Is everything okay?” He asked sincerely.
“No, I doubt that it is. My...” The man nearly choked on the words. “My name is Jaxson, Jaxson Pierce. And my girlfriend....well better to say fiance is missing. Her name is Alexis.” Jaxson almost chocked again.
“Oh, wow. I am sorry to hear about it. I will help if you would like me to.
Jaxson nodded, pulling himself off the bench. Dean almost thought he saw a grin.
“I would love that.”
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“Sammy. Pass me my pants please.” Dean hollered from across the room, a thick devilish smile gliding across his face. “You know. If we keep going at this I am going to need more pants, let alone boxers.”
“Well, if someone didn't have the sex drive of a full blown stallion, maybe I wouldn't have to provide so much.” Sam retorted playfully. His chest muscles protruding through the slightly too small white undershirt.
“I am sorry, Sammy.” He said grinning again. “From now on, you won't have to provide. I will provide for you.”
The words hit Sam hard. How could Dean love him like this? How could Dean love him now, after all these years? Sam swallowed, the thick lump that had built in his throat quickly falling back down to his stomach.
“I guess tha could be interesting.” Sam said smiling.
They both got dressed, stealing glances at the other when their backs were turned. Sam rarely wore just an undershirt, but today he felt good. So his wardrobe consisted of: jeans, a white undershirt, and boots. Yep, this sounds good. He thought. He sneaked a peak at Dean. His lean muscles showing under the black undershirt and the coat he always wore, and of course the only thing real about Dean...his boots.
“Oh, Sam. I am taking over today. You need to rest, with all that I have put you though-” Dean stopped as he saw Sam, chocking back the urge to laugh.
“Dean...I am gay. I have been put though that a lot. You-” Sam stopped, he now saw the regal figure of Dean close to tears. Sam quickly grabbed his ass. “OWW, Oh god. The pain, it hurts. But it felt so good.” He said through closed eyes, opening one of them to see Dean's reaction. Dean was now on the firge of crying. Not from being hurt, but from laughing.
“Well, if it hurt that bad, then I guess I am a freak in the bed.” He said, his childish smile returning.
“Yes, Dean. Your a beast, that I want to ravage me every night.” Sam responded.
“No, but I am taking over. Maybe I can get a few leads.” he said, walking over to plant a kiss on Sam's lips, then left. Sam shuddered. He could still smell him, could still fill him. And all that was left in the room was the laptop, Dean's dirty cloths, and Sam. He almost let out a whimper as he heard the Impala roar to life outside.
*~*~*~*
Dean made his way to the second story floor of the Scott Quad dormitory. He saw several of the girls passing him looks. He smirked, but not a smirk of 'I am going to get some, but a smirk of 'girls I am a one man, man... until he saw him.
He was just sitting there, his eyes showing the tracks that tears had made. Dean stood mesmerized by him. Not just because he was beautiful, but because he resembled Sam. Dean walked to him, the man sitting on a small bench inside the hall. He knelt down to eye level with him. Grinning the new grin he knew would get him in trouble, but he did it anyway.
“Hi there. I am Dean.” He said placing his hand out. “Is everything okay?” He asked sincerely.
“No, I doubt that it is. My...” The man nearly choked on the words. “My name is Jaxson, Jaxson Pierce. And my girlfriend....well better to say fiance is missing. Her name is Alexis.” Jaxson almost chocked again.
“Oh, wow. I am sorry to hear about it. I will help if you would like me to.
Jaxson nodded, pulling himself off the bench. Dean almost thought he saw a grin.
“I would love that.”
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