The Masquerade
After School Bliss
Sam made his way to the front office, all he could think about was, why did Dean do that? Why did Dean, even think about doing that? And why in the hell could Sam, not focus on anything, BUT Dean.
“Can I help you?” the woman's voice rang. Snapping Sam out of his trance.
“Oh, um yes. I am thinking about transferring, and was wondering if it would be okay, to take a tour of the campus, since classes are fixing to be let out for the pep assembly.” Sam spoke again but was cut off. “Do you have your transcript, and your attendance sheets?” the woman's voice now taking a stern tone. “Why yes, I do.” Sam said placing the envelope of papers, into the woman's hand.
The woman, glanced over the papers, then back to Sam's face. “Well by looking at these, that doesn't seem to be that much of a issue.” She said, looking up at Sam, though her half framed glasses. Sam smiled. “Thank you, very much.”
Sam made his way, into the Wilson Hall, restroom. He had been interviewing people for a hour, and still not much, except for a few girls saying they were scared of the dark, and wanted a big strong man to protect them. He glanced into the over sized mirror, and breathed, allowing himself to calm down, to think and to most of all...focus. His focus didn't last long. Dean is straight. Sam. He will NEVER, be with you. And you know it. Sam thought as he splashed the icy water onto his face. He did know it, he just didn't want to admit it. How many times, had he set up watching his brother sleep, watching as Dean's chest, rose and fell with each breath, or the times he had almost let his feelings get in the way of something. Yet still Dean, seemed oblivious to the feelings Sam, held deep inside. The bathroom door flew open.
“Hey, Sammy.” The voice cooed.. Sam shot a glance upward, seeing a figure behind him, turning toward it.
“D~Dean?” Sam stuttered, not caring about the water, slicking down his face.
“Yeah, Who else would have this amazing body?” Dean asked playfully. “I mean, it is not easy to be the object of perfection.” Dean said gliding his hand down, from his pecs to his thighs. Sam cringed.
Sam, stood shocked he knew what this was. It was a Succubus, but he couldn't move, just knowing the form of Dean was in front of him, yearning for him to take him, made Sam quiver, but he knew it was not his brother. “So did you find out anything about the Succubus?” Sam stopped, How would it have known they were here for that reason, this wasn't the Succubus. This...This was Dean. His Dean, the Dean, he wanted.
“Na, No.” Sam said again stuttering, he couldn't look away. What...What was Dean doing? How could Dean do this to him, was he joking. Dean began to walk toward him, again placing his hand on his chest and sliding it down, but it didn't go to his thighs, it ended at his crotch, Dean glanced at Sam, peering into those beautiful hazel eyes, and spoke.
“I know you want this Sam, and I have know for awhile. I've wanted it to. I have since the whole thing in Salvation, and since then it has gotten stronger. More powerful, and I can't take it anymore. And now that dad is dead, we don't have to fear what he would say, he is in heaven and we are most likely going to hell.” Dean said with a grin sliding across his face. Sam stood shocked, he stayed still as his brother made his way toward him, growing closer and closer. Finally Dean, was inches from Sam's face. “Sam...I love you.” and Dean threw himself toward Sam, thrusting his lips into his brothers. And Sam moaned, letting out a sound he had never made. Dean's lips traced Sam's. His hands, finding every muscle, every curve, every detail. . And just as soon as this bliss began, it ended to the sound of the door opening again.
OH SNAP. PESKY BATHROOM DOORS THEY NEVER STAY SHUT DO THEY? IF YOU WANT MORE, COMMENTS ARE THE ONLY WAY TO GET IT. OR IF YOU THREATEN ME. . . *HUGGLE*
“Can I help you?” the woman's voice rang. Snapping Sam out of his trance.
“Oh, um yes. I am thinking about transferring, and was wondering if it would be okay, to take a tour of the campus, since classes are fixing to be let out for the pep assembly.” Sam spoke again but was cut off. “Do you have your transcript, and your attendance sheets?” the woman's voice now taking a stern tone. “Why yes, I do.” Sam said placing the envelope of papers, into the woman's hand.
The woman, glanced over the papers, then back to Sam's face. “Well by looking at these, that doesn't seem to be that much of a issue.” She said, looking up at Sam, though her half framed glasses. Sam smiled. “Thank you, very much.”
Sam made his way, into the Wilson Hall, restroom. He had been interviewing people for a hour, and still not much, except for a few girls saying they were scared of the dark, and wanted a big strong man to protect them. He glanced into the over sized mirror, and breathed, allowing himself to calm down, to think and to most of all...focus. His focus didn't last long. Dean is straight. Sam. He will NEVER, be with you. And you know it. Sam thought as he splashed the icy water onto his face. He did know it, he just didn't want to admit it. How many times, had he set up watching his brother sleep, watching as Dean's chest, rose and fell with each breath, or the times he had almost let his feelings get in the way of something. Yet still Dean, seemed oblivious to the feelings Sam, held deep inside. The bathroom door flew open.
“Hey, Sammy.” The voice cooed.. Sam shot a glance upward, seeing a figure behind him, turning toward it.
“D~Dean?” Sam stuttered, not caring about the water, slicking down his face.
“Yeah, Who else would have this amazing body?” Dean asked playfully. “I mean, it is not easy to be the object of perfection.” Dean said gliding his hand down, from his pecs to his thighs. Sam cringed.
Sam, stood shocked he knew what this was. It was a Succubus, but he couldn't move, just knowing the form of Dean was in front of him, yearning for him to take him, made Sam quiver, but he knew it was not his brother. “So did you find out anything about the Succubus?” Sam stopped, How would it have known they were here for that reason, this wasn't the Succubus. This...This was Dean. His Dean, the Dean, he wanted.
“Na, No.” Sam said again stuttering, he couldn't look away. What...What was Dean doing? How could Dean do this to him, was he joking. Dean began to walk toward him, again placing his hand on his chest and sliding it down, but it didn't go to his thighs, it ended at his crotch, Dean glanced at Sam, peering into those beautiful hazel eyes, and spoke.
“I know you want this Sam, and I have know for awhile. I've wanted it to. I have since the whole thing in Salvation, and since then it has gotten stronger. More powerful, and I can't take it anymore. And now that dad is dead, we don't have to fear what he would say, he is in heaven and we are most likely going to hell.” Dean said with a grin sliding across his face. Sam stood shocked, he stayed still as his brother made his way toward him, growing closer and closer. Finally Dean, was inches from Sam's face. “Sam...I love you.” and Dean threw himself toward Sam, thrusting his lips into his brothers. And Sam moaned, letting out a sound he had never made. Dean's lips traced Sam's. His hands, finding every muscle, every curve, every detail. . And just as soon as this bliss began, it ended to the sound of the door opening again.
OH SNAP. PESKY BATHROOM DOORS THEY NEVER STAY SHUT DO THEY? IF YOU WANT MORE, COMMENTS ARE THE ONLY WAY TO GET IT. OR IF YOU THREATEN ME. . . *HUGGLE*