castalie | New SPN Fic. Slash.

1) Happy Birthday to

crazybutsound! Hope you had a fantastic day *kisses*

2) We spent the weekend at The Famous Five's. It was sooo relaxing *happy sigh* They live only 80km from here, so it's not as if it were so incredibly far but each time we go to my godfather's it feels like going on vacation: fields all around, hills everywhere, green pastures all over the place, forests, sheeps, horses. Oh it was great!

3) BROKEBACK MOUNTAIN!

sockich! Kaja... K'mate of my heart, I receive the little 'thingy' you mentioned the other day and ohmygodIhaveBBM now! Thank you SO much *kisses*

4) I've received the betaed version of my latest SPN fic, yay! Uber thanks to both

enigel and

yami_tai for their help *hugs* So here it goes:

Title: Possession [might change but for now, I kinda like that one *nods*]
Pairing: Sam/Dean, ie incest.
Rating: Let's go with R.
Summary: Some rules apparently need to be established.
Notes/Spoilers: Coda for "Route 666". And say one line that refers to "Scarecrow".
Word Count: 2240

The room was silent but for the wind blowing outside. It was one of those nights where just the thought of setting foot outside was enough to freeze anybody. If they'd had the choice, Dean and Sam would have chosen another motel, one that actually believed in efficient heating, but sometimes you just had to make do with what you found. Besides, once under the covers, the world shrunk to a very warm and cozy little nest and the rest didn't really matter anymore.

Still, it was pretty cold outside the sanctuary of their respective beds and when the covers were pulled off his body and he felt the draft of cold air touch his skin, Dean let his brother know what he thought of the maneuver. His protests didn't last long though when a warm body immediately plastered itself tight against his back and made itself at home, comfortably spooning behind him and effectively bringing the temperature up a few notches - single beds are good for that, with not much room they certainly encourage physical contact.

"What's up, Sam?" Dean drawled sleepily. "Afraid of the dark so you want to sleep with your big brother?"

"Right," Sam chuckled softly before putting his mouth near to his brother's ear. "We're not afraid of the dark in this family, or did you forget?"

The puff of air tickled Dean and he shivered a bit at the teasing sensation. "Oops, my bad. I must have mistaken you for someone else."

A sharp nip on his bare shoulder stopped him from saying more and he craned his neck a tad to look at his brother, even though technically, they couldn't see a lot in the darkness surrounding them. But he couldn't see Sam's face and the younger man didn't say anything so Dean decided it was just one of those things that Sam did. He smiled. "You can't get enough of me, uh?" He whispered. "Can't say I blame you."

"God," Sam chuckled again, louder this time, "between you and your ego, it's a wonder there is still room for me in this bed." But there was some truth in the statement and he proved it by burying his head in the crook of Dean’s neck; he licked almost absently at the smooth skin there before trailing kisses up to and along the strong jaw. He found his way to Dean's mouth and kissed him lazily.

They took their time, alternately kissing and licking at each other's lips, hands caressing and fondling each other. After the fucking session they'd had right after entering the room a couple hours before, they were ready for a slower pace. Besides, they didn't want to disturb the quiet of the night. Kissing like this, as if they had all the time in the world, was exactly what they needed now.

After the leisurely kisses and as warm and comfortable as they were, they could have gone to sleep but Sam wasn't ready yet. Before Dean could protest - he was starting to wonder whether he would get any sleep tonight - Sam swiftly changed position so that he now had Dean on his back under him. He waited a fraction for Dean to get with the program and spread his legs enough to let Sam settle between them, his naked body aligning itself with Dean's almost automatically. He rested his upper body on his elbows, on each side of Dean's head, and nuzzled his cheek.

"Happy now?" Dean asked, feigning being bored at the whole manhandling thing but enjoying the... not the view, obviously, but the feeling of the hard and taller body pressed against him.

"Almost."

"Ready for another round, maybe?" Fucking instead of sleeping? Definitely worked for Dean.

"Not yet." But Sam couldn't completely stop his body from reacting to the very close proximity of his brother, particularly considering the pretty intimate and suggestive position he'd chosen. But it wasn't surprising, Sam loved torturing himself.

"Okay then," Dean drawled, pressing up against his brother and biting his lips as their cocks met.

Sam bent his head and nipped at a broad shoulder again, silently asking Dean not to hurry things for now - and because Dean was so very attuned to Sam, be it on the job or in their bed, he stopped the motion and decided to keep still for the time being.

"You fucked her." It wasn't a question at all. It even sounded more than a simple statement, but what it meant exactly was a mystery for Dean at this point.

"You know I did," he said noncommittally. He was pretty sure he knew what would come next, so he answered the yet unasked question. "And you also know I enjoyed it."

In lieu of a response, Sam kissed him again, but this time he meant business. Tongues met in a crazy dance, their teeth clattering once or twice; the kiss was rough but they didn't care. Dean loved nothing more than living on the edge, and while slow kisses were always good, desperate ones were pure heaven.

"Thinking of you and her together drives me crazy," Sam hissed, painfully honest. "I hate that you enjoyed it. And I hate that you would do it again if you could."

There were a lot of things Dean might have said then. As always he took the short cut. "She was a ghost of the past."

"Pretty corporeal for a ghost."

"You realize you sound like a jealous lover, right?" Dean asked. He was amused - or maybe curious. Or both.

"Don't flatter yourself."

Dean shook his head at the reply. "Of course. Hey, you fucked me as if there was no tomorrow not two hours ago just to show me how romantic you were, right?"

"I thought we didn't do romantic."

"We don't."

"So what's the problem?"

"Dude, who said there was a problem?"

"Dean!"

Sam took a deep breath and Dean could feel it against his body, could feel the tension, the taut muscles; he was aware of the slightest change of position – they were physically connected, Sam wasn’t inside him but right this minute, in the dark, he swore he didn’t know where he began and where his brother ended. He bent his legs so that he could cuddle Sam that much better. Just because he could.

Sam couldn't know what was going through his head though, and right now he seemed focused on one thing.

"You drive me fucking crazy, you know that?" he was asking.

Dean decided it was his cue to lighten the moment a little. He pressed up against his brother's cock one more time, touching the hard erection with his own, his hands teasing as well, and you didn't need lights to know that a pretty smug expression had just appeared on his face. "I kinda know, yes."

"I'm serious, Dean," Sam exclaimed, clearly annoyed.

"You always are," Dean sighed, rolling his eyes. He wished Sam could see that, as it never failed to annoy him. "Tell me what's on your mind so that we can both sleep the sleep of the sated, okay?"

Sam abandoned his position on top of Dean to settle on his side, his body still firmly pressed against his brother's. Obviously, he had absolutely no intention of letting go tonight. He propped his head on one hand and sneaked the other one under the covers to caress Dean’s stomach.

"She can't do what I do to you," he started.

"She can't fuck my ass, that's for sure," Dean replied and couldn't help but smile at the irritated growl that came from his brother.

"Do you have to be so crude all the time?"

"No, I don't," Dean laughed. “I just want to. What? You can do it, but you can't say it?" It did amuse him immensely when Sam went all coy on him. In particular since they both knew that if there were something that Sam did really well, it was speak dirty to him.

"Stop trying to change the subject, all right?"

"Sam, I'm not. I'm just trying to - look, she's not here, okay? She won't ever be here." But Sam was - and that was the only thing that really counted for him. Except he wasn't sure he wanted to say the words. They weren’t supposed to speak about it anyway, which was kinda ironic when you thought about it. What was rule number one again? 'You do what you do but you shut up about it.' Apparently, they followed that rule just fine.

Except when they didn’t.

Sam kept silent for a second before whispering, in an uncanny echo of Dean's thoughts, "But I'm here." And as if he realized what might pass through his brother's head at that moment, he added, "I'm here now."

"I know that too," Dean assured. And that's what he kept telling himself too. That Sam was here now. The distance between them was a thing of the past. And if he had any say in it, it would have no place in their future. He wasn't needy. He just needed Sam; it made a world of difference.

"By the way, Dean," Sam announced, bringing him out of his reverie, "back to the jealous lover thing? Don’t expect me to be happy when I know that the reason why you don’t come back is because you’re with someone else. Ever. I don’t care how it sounds, okay?"

There were many different ways to answer to that one. Dean could get offended, he could get angry, or he could do something else entirely. So of course, that’s what he picked. "Man, I remember now, you’ve never been the kind of kid who liked to share his toys."

"Joke all you want about it, but you know that’s how it is. And," Sam shrugged, "you also know how stubborn I am."

With anybody else it would have been an apology of sort, with him it was more a sort of ‘deal-with-it’ kinda thing.

Dean pinched a thigh and felt a perverse pleasure at the little yelp that sounded close to his face. "Please tell me that I already mentioned how much your pillow talk sucked?"

"Many times, yes."

"Thank you. I was worried for a minute."

They both laughed, an honest laugh that almost sounded rude in the silence of the room, but they couldn’t help it, and the kiss that followed was so natural that neither of them could have said who had initiated it. It was a mix between desperate and sweet – it wasn’t easily done, but they had had a lot of practice. You just needed to know how much you wanted to give into it. Like a recipe of sorts. Well, it wasn’t that they were any good at cooking, but kissing? They certainly knew their ways around it; they usually lost themselves in it.

"So," Sam said, a little out of breath after they separated, "I was thinking-"

"College boy extraordinaire all the way," Dean interrupted.

"Shut up," Sam ordered, and Dean found himself obeying. "So like I was saying, I was thinking that next time... either you include me in your little party or you come back to the motel."

That threw Dean a little. He passed a hand through his hair – darkness was dangerous. It brought demons and serious relationship conversations. And it was typical that they always had their deepest talks either when they were physically distanced from each other and could only communicate via cell phones, or when they were physically close but couldn’t see each other. They would put a shrink’s grand-children through college with their issues, honestly.

"You’re serious about this."

Sam didn’t reply but Dean felt him nod.

"As long as we'’re on the same page, then. If you suddenly want a little party, I’m included too."

"Of course."

"Right."

"Right."

And Dean had to face reality: they’d just decided to be exclusive. Was it being exclusive when you had sex with someone else but your lover was there? He guessed it was, well, maybe semi-exclusive. But... wow. That was some decision. And considering their situation, their lifestyle, their job, it had to be the most normal decision they’d ever made. And would ever make, without a doubt. The happily married life in the suburbs with a nice little house, picket fences and two point five kids was completely impossible but still... they had this. Not so bad, after all.

"Will you let me sleep now?" He wasn't exactly trying to sound casual, but that would bring the whole situation back to a more 'normal' level.

Sam got the hint. He motioned Dean to move onto his side so that he could spoon behind him, a favorite position of theirs. He held him tight, his hand resting low on Dean's stomach in a proprietary fashion. Dean focused on that hand, the weight of it, the warmth of it... He didn't open to people, didn't get close to them, but Sam... Sam had always held a special place in his life: brother, friend, fellow soldier, lover – betrayer for a time too, but Dean wanted to be pragmatic and let bygones be bygones. And that body next to him, that hand on his skin, they helped with focusing on what he had now, instead of what he’d almost lost once.

As if soothed by the thought, Dean finally fell asleep.

Fin

5) I cannot wait for my Numb3rs download to finish as apparently it was an episode of love *bounces*