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All day long Dean had been following Sam, as subtly as possible, and since he had a lifetime of hunter training, he was nearly invisible. It was pretty easy to find out who Katherine was, to sneak into the school office on the pretense of bringing Sam’s lunch - and getting the nurse all flustered she spilled coffee on herself. Dean hacked into the files and learned that Katherine was a single child, that her mother had been moving her around from place to place because she kept getting in trouble and kicked out of school.
Dean had a pretty good hunch Sam wasn’t the first guy she had tried this submissive bullshit on, maybe he was just the first guy it was actually working on. Only clearly she hadn’t anticipated Sam’s draw to Dean and the way it would throw the entire spell off. She was trying to pull Sam in, make him completely hers but the internal part of Sam that had always belonged to Dean won out.
And now Dean was going to get her to reverse the spell completely because as much fun as the submissive thing could be, Dean would much rather it be willing between them.
He waited in the bathroom stall when the bell rang and slipped out amongst the crowd, scanning the students until he saw Sam, walking slowly down the hall and into a classroom. He passed once, looking through the window and seeing Sam alone, then hid around the corner as Katherine came up to collect his brother. Dean hiked the bag further up his shoulder as he trailed after them, Katherine leading Sam out of the school and around the corner.
They stopped behind a tree, hidden from view of the parking lot and Dean shook his head at the girl’s stupidity before heading their way. She had Sam pressed up against a tree and was leaning up, agitation clear on her face that Sam wasn’t the willing puppet he was supposed to be.
Dean cleared his throat, dropped his bag at his and glaring at the girl. “I need you to let go of my brother.”
Her head whipped to him, eyes narrowing. “Go away.”
“Sam, come here.” Dean held his hand out, soft smile on his face meant only for his brother.
Sam's heartbeat was rapid and painful in his chest and Sam moved his gaze to Dean. The smile on his brother's face was warm, and Sam focused on that as he pulled away from the desire to obey Katherine. When he reached Dean's side he collapsed against his and sighed in relief as the nausea began to fade.
“Sam!” Katherine scowled, hands digging hard into her sides. “You are supposed to obey me!”
“See, that’s the thing about spells, they’re tricky little buggers and they don’t always work the way you want.” Dean slid his arm around Sam’s waist, tugging him in back until he could slide in front and act as a barrier between Katherine and his brother. “It’s especially more tricky when the person you’re trying to make yours is already someone else’s.”
“Who the hell do you think you are?” Katherine’s hands slid into her pockets, her lips pursing in a scowl.
“Sam, this isn’t going to be pretty.” Dean murmured over his shoulder, laying his hand on Sam’s hip. “Would you like to go to the car?”
“No, m’stayin’ with you.” The waver in Sam’s voice betrayed his nervousness but his fingers hooked through Dean’s belt-loop and he moved up as close as he could.
“Okay,” Dean nodded and tilted back enough to gently kiss Sam’s hair before he was reaching down for his bag.
“What the hell is going on?” Katherine repeated and her shoulders tensed her entire body stiff. Like she was going to try some magical shit to throw him off.
It made Dean laugh because of all the things he’d seen; some scrawny, geeky, sixteen year old little girl wasn’t going to hurt him. “It’s time for a life lesson Katherine. And I’m gonna give you this one shot because I’m a nice guy like that. So you can reverse the spell and free my brother, or, you can find out what I have in my bag.”
Katherine stared at him for a long moment then laughed, shaking her head. “Do you honestly think that’s going to scare me? Seriously?”
“It should.” Dean smiled at her, a forced, tight curve of his lips. “Let me show you why.” Dean dipped down and tugged open his bag, pulling out a long thin blade with a razor edge. He heard Sam inhaled and reached behind him, pushing him back just a little. “This blade? I used it to kill a shape shifter, when I was fifteen. Won’t do anything to you though, besides really fucking hurting.”
Katherine’s arms had fallen to her side but she held her ground, staring at him as menacing as she could manage. “You can’t kill me.”
“I can, actually.” Dean laughed and shook his head. “The thing is Katherine, this is what we do. Sam and me? We hunt all sorts of evil shit and believe it or not, you’re not the first witch we’ve encountered. And I know just how to kill you.” Dean reached into the bag and pulled out a gun, digging around until he came out with a handful of silver bullets. “See these? Pure silver. Even if you’d somehow magically managed to protect yourself, this would pierce right through all of that and you’d be dead.”
For once Katherine finally seemed a little nervous, her eyes shifting down to the gun and the bullets and back up. “But... I’m just a kid, you wouldn’t hurt me.”
“No? You don’t think so?” Dean snapped his hand to the side and the barrel of the gun open; slowly he thumbed each bullet in, taking a step toward Katherine and fixing her with a deadly serious stare. “You messed with my brother. I really don’t take kindly to people hurting Sam in any way. And you want to know the best part?”
Katherine took a few steps back, her breath coming a little faster, her eyes wide. “W-what?”
“I know how to get rid of you.” Dean smiled, like it was all something fun for him. The real trick was to shake the girl up enough that he wouldn’t have to kill her of course but still. “I know exactly where to put your body, how to salt and burn it, so no one would ever find you because there would be no remains. And, Sam and I know how to disappear. So you’d be dead, all because you wouldn’t do one little spell reversal. Tell me, Katherine, isn’t it really worth it?”
Katherine’s face was pale by this point and she quickly shook her head, swallowing loud enough Dean could hear it. “I-I’ll reverse it. I just need the pendant and-”
“Here.” Dean dug into his pocket and pulled out the necklace, throwing it at her. “Where does it need to be done? I’m taking you there and watching you do it. Then I’m taking all your witch crap and you’re not going to touch it again you hear? Because I always keep silver bullets around Katherine, just in case.”
“Okay.” Katherine nodded and folded her arms over her chest. “It’s just at my house, not too far.”
“Good.” Dean didn’t unload the gun but he tucked it into his waistband, stepping back and gesturing for her to lead the way. When he got to Sam’s side he took his brother’s hand and grabbed his bag with his free hand. “S’gonna be okay now Sammy.” He murmured so only his brother could hear before fixing his eyes on Katherine’s back.
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“Okay, this should do it.” Katherine dropped the match onto the pendant and some of her hair, rising up from the circle she’d been kneeling in.
While she had been reversing the spell Dean and Sam had gone around the room, gathering up anything that could be used for witchcraft and throwing it into an empty duffel bag. Dean would dispose of it later, somewhere out of town, just in case the girl got crazy again or something.
“I’m really sorry.” She whispered, looking down at her hands. “It um, might take a little while to wear off completely but it’s definitely reversed.”
“Good.” Dean nodded and stepped toward the girl, backing her up against the wall and glaring down at her. “You touch my brother again and I will be back for you. Understand?”
“Y-yes.” She blinked owlishly up at Dean, seeming even smaller now that the spell was no longer a threat.
Dean back off and glared at her for a moment longer before grabbing the back of witch stuff and looking toward Sam. “Come on Sam.” He smiled briefly at his brother and led the way out of the house, feeling a little like there was no way to get out of there fast enough. “Fuck, stupid little girls thinking they can pull shit like this.” He grumbled and tossed his bag into the back, turning to look at his brother once more. “How you feeling?”
"Me? Okay," Sam finally pulled his hand away from Dean's belt-loop and smiled. "Little shaky maybe, I mean, that was all kind of crazy." He ran a hand through his hair. "I still ... I kinda feel the same." Sighing, Sam leaned against the car and stared into his brother's eyes. "It's all gonna be okay right?"
“Yeah Sam, of course it is. She reversed the spell and before you know you’ll be back to your old self.” Dean smiled and curled his fingers around Sam’s neck, squeezing softly. “I won’t be able to boss you around anymore, you’re probably gonna kick my ass for it.”
Shaking his head slowly Sam smiled and didn’t bother trying to hide the way his head tilted into Dean’s touch. “Dean? Was this all because of the spell? Would you still have...?” Sam’s voice trailed off and he sighed again. He knew the feelings that he had always harbored for his brother were as real as anything else they dealt with day to day but he also knew what kind of man his brother was. Knowing Dean, his brother would never have acted on feelings like that.
“Sam, god. I’ve liked you... just, it’s- I shouldn’t have...” Dean sighed and shook his head, running his hand up through Sam’s hair. “I’ve wanted you for a long time okay? I didn’t think that you wanted me like that, which is why I never said anything and didn’t act on it. Then you just sort of came in last night and... you were right there and I couldn’t tell you to stop you know? I’ve been worried about you not really wanting this. You know, that it was part of the spell.” Dean exhaled slowly, blinking a few times. That was a long rambling explanation that probably got them nowhere fast.
"Guess we'll find out, huh?" Sam's fingers made their way back to Dean's front pocket. "We goin' home now?" All Sam knew was that he wanted to be safe, and safe meant wherever Dean was.
“Yeah, I think maybe you should stay home for a few days.” Dean pulled back a little and grabbed the passenger door, holding it for Sam. “Until it wears off. I don’t want to take any risks you know? If the wrong person finds out that you’re submissive like this then they could give you a lot of hell.” Dean touched Sam’s chest, frowning slightly. “You okay with missing school for a few days?”
Sam folded his arms across his chest and lingered there a few moments. “You gonna stay home with me?”
“Yeah I am.” Dean nodded and ran his hands down his brother’s sides, smiling at him. “We’re gonna have a good time, hang out, watch movies, other stuff.” Dean glanced over his shoulder at the house before leaning forward, lips pressing against Sam’s neck.
That single touch made Sam shiver like he’d been standing outside for hours. “Yeah? Gonna let me take care of you?” He kept his voice low and soft, turning slightly so his lips could barely tickle the shell of Dean’s ear.
“God.” Dean chuckled, shivering once then nodding. “Yeah, definitely am.” He smiled and wet his lips. “Let’s get home so we can do that.” Dean laughed and pushed Sam into the car before hurrying around for the driver’s side.
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The moment they were inside Dean wrapped his arms around Sam, drawing him in close so their lips could meet. “Do you still feel the pull? The need to be submissive?” He murmured and backed Sam through the living room, his hands slipping under his brother’s shirt and running over his skin.
Sam nodded; hands pushed the heavy leather jacket off Dean's shoulders. It made a heavy thump as it hit the ground and Sam licked his lips, feeling the colour creeping up his chest and neck. Dean's hands were rough and hot - like the man was painting him with heat and Sam could only moan and mouth his way along his brother's jaw.
“Answer me Sam,” Dean groaned and pulled back an inch, just long enough to pull Sam’s shirt off and throw it down on the ground. The bumped into the table in the hall and Dean pushed Sam onto it, hands slipping down to tug at his brother’s shoes and socks, fingers digging into his thighs. “Love hearing you all breathless and turned on.”
"Yes, Dean. God, yes... please I want you," Sam murmured. His voice was all thick and it felt like he almost had to shove the words out. The table was cool against his back and Sam wriggled back a little, hips lifting when Dean's fingers were at his button and then drawing down his zipper. It went so fast and at the same time Sam could feel every slight movement, each fleeting touch of Dean's fingers. And Dean like this, pushing Sam, guiding him sent little darts of pleasure through his body.
“Come on.” Dean grabbed Sam’s open jeans and tugged him down the hall the rest of the way, pushing him into the bedroom and shoving him down onto the bed the moment they were close enough. “You want to know what I want to do to you Sam?” Dean murmured and kicked out of his shoes, tugging his shirt off and throwing it across the room. There were a thousand things he’d love to do to Sam and he wasn’t sure where to start. “You gonna let me have whatever I want?”
"Whatever you want," Sam breathed, "anything, yours. Please." His plea was almost a murmur, his fingers already itching to be back on the smooth warmth of his brother's skin. Being away from Dean, watching him even from such a short distance was like a kind of torture. Sam's hand bumped over the bone of his own hip and slid to curl around the base of his already throbbing dick. "Dean, please..."
“Don’t touch yourself.” Dean said before he could stop himself and smiled at Sam then stepped forward, out of his jeans. “Only I get to touch you now, got it?” He smirked and crawled onto the edge of the bed, dipping down to gently press kisses along his brother’s legs as he crawled up. “You know what I want,” Dean sighed softly, tongue trailing over Sam’s hipbone, head turning so his nose ran along Sam’s cock, smiling when it twitched in response.
Dean crawled the rest of the way up Sam’s body in one quick movement, hands pinning him down against the mattress. “I want to be in you Sam, want to feel you around me.” Dean watched the darkness spreading Sam’s pupils wider and wet his lips. “You want that too huh? Can see it in your eyes, you’re practically begging for it.” Dean’s body rocked forward at the heat inspired by his words and he leaned down, lips brushing over Sam’s ear. “Gonna beg for me Sam?”
"Dean, please, I want that-" Sam's breath hitched as his brother’s tongue flicked his earlobe. Dean's breath was moist and warm against his ear and Sam could hear his own heartbeat thumping away in his head. Clawing at Dean's back, Sam rocked his hips slowly from side to side but Dean held himself just out of reach. "I want you, Dean."
“So good to hear that.” Dean groaned and shifted back, flipping over to dig in the closest drawer then drawing back. “Always thought about this, what you’d look like under me.” it felt a little like Dean had just accepted this, stopped questioning, and was letting himself take whatever he wanted. Which was exactly what was happening now.
“Spread your legs.” Dean murmured, smiling when Sam did. “Wider.” He stroked his fingers along Sam’s thigh, up over his cock slowly. “Put your hands in my hair, like how that feels.” Sam’s face was so pleasantly flushed and Dean was maybe having a little too much fun with the submissive thing now that he knew his brother was going to be okay.
Sam's legs were trembling and he reached up quickly to slide his fingers into his brother's short hair. Dean was beautiful and Sam stared at his older brother through heavy lidded eyes; marveling at the changes lust brought to the man's face. A rosy blush was burned into Dean's cheeks, his full lips more swollen than usual, glistening in the dimly lit bedroom.
And, Dean's eyes.
Dean's eyes were full of want. The sea green of his eyes was nothing but a fine strip around the edges of pools of black and Sam could almost feel the gaze burning into him.
“Now that you’re better you know,” Dean was panting softly, flicking open the bottle of lube in his hands and slowly slicking his fingers. “I kind of find it really hot. I mean, not you just obeying all my commands, but seeing how you want to please me. I hope you want to please me when it’s worn off.” He pressed flush against Sam’s side and slipped his hand between Sam’s legs, slowly circling his entrance and pressing an inch in, pulling out. “Relax Sammy, m’gonna make it real good for you.” He rolled his hips slowly against Sam’s thigh, eyes fluttering at the swell of heat building in him.
Sam's entire body convulsed with pleasure, his dick twitching hard. He couldn't imagine not wanting to please Dean. Sucking in a quick breath Sam stared up at his brother's face and watched desire burn hard onto his cheeks. "Dean," Sam whispered. His voice was caught by the way he wanted his brother; he'd never wanted anything so much.
Dean's finger probed into his body gently, teasing and hinting at what might be to come and if Sam's hips were rocking down into that touch he couldn't be blamed for it. Letting his body melt back down against the bed he tightened his fingers in his brother's hair and lifted his thigh slowly to rub against Dean's rock-hard flesh.
“Jesus,” Dean groaned, proving the fact that being with Sam did tend to bring out the best in his swear words. “You’re so tight Sammy,” Dean moaned as his finger slid in deeper, muscles clenching tight around him then relaxing. He couldn’t imagine being buried in Sam now, not when it was so tight. “You’re my first virgin.” He muttered and smirked when he looked into his brother’s eyes. “First guy.”
Those were things Sam probably had no interest in knowing so he twisted his finger and crooked it, hoping to distract his brother. A strangled noise fell from Sam’s lips and Dean rocked against his leg. “Louder Sammy, wanna hear you, don’t hold back.”
"Jesus Christ, Dean. Fuck." Sam's entire body jolted up when Dean's finger moved and his nails dug into his brother's scalp. "Never, I've never," Sam shuddered. Sam's life was so crazy - hunting on weekends, trying to follow around behind his older brother - there'd been little time for socializing let alone sexual relationships. And - in the back of Sam's mind he'd always know that he wanted Dean - and lived with the realized that it would never happen. Until now.
Sam's hips were rolling up and then pressing back and he tugged at Dean's hair, trying to pull his brother somewhere -anywhere.
“That’s it Sam,” Dean murmured, pleased by the way he was driving his brother insane, so clear on his face. He kept his finger moving, slowly in and out, twisting round and pressing forward. Then he added a second finger, inching it slowly deep within him and riding out the jolt of his brother’s body. He watched Sam’s free hand inch toward his cock and Dean twisted, slapping it away. “No touching. Don’t make me punish you Sam.”
Though that thought was pretty damn appealing too. Maybe they’d get to that at some point in time, when this wasn’t all so new.
"Dean I need ... I need you to-" Sam's body twitched again. The fingers of his right hand clawed across the blanket while his left hand tugged hard on Dean's hair. All Sam could manage to do was keen softly, nonsensical sounds falling from his lips each time Dean's fingers twisted inside him. There was a burn but over that burn was a pleasure so intense it was making Sam's eyes sting with tears.
“What do you need Sammy? Tell me.” Dean murmured, shifting closer until his lips could run along Sam’s neck, his fingers stretching wider inside his brother. In one quick motion he rolled over Sam’s body, falling between his legs so his other hand was now free to stroke slowly along Sam’s cock. “Is this what you need? Need me to touch you?” He squeezed at the bottom, twisted his wrist as he moved up and added a third finger, trying to drive Sam as crazy as possible
Sam couldn't find any words to respond but he was sure the way his body shuddered gave Dean all the answer he needed. He couldn't keep his eyes open and arched up body up into the heavy weight of Dean's; each stroke on his dick was enough to make him mad with desire. Panting, Sam loosened his grip on Dean's hair so his arm could circle around his brother's neck. Dean's pulse was like rapid fire under Sam's finger tips, pattering against the flesh.
“Gonna take you now Sammy,” Dean murmured and leaned up, lips sliding along Sam’s. The way his brother was still writhing, arching up, searching for more was impossible to ignore and Dean was so hard it hurt. He pulled his fingers free and swallowed thickly, swiping the remaining lube over himself before adding more. The last thing he wanted to do was hurt Sam but if he didn’t get in him soon he was going to come untouched and he had a reputation to uphold after all.
Bending Sam’s body, Dean slid forward, lining himself up as he leaned over and kissed his brother once more. “You okay?” He murmured, eyes fluttering closed as the tip of his cock just barely breached tight muscles.
Gasping against his brother's soft lips, Sam nodded. "Yeah," he said softly. He'd never felt something so strange and so hot all at the same time. His skin afire with sensation, Sam caught Dean's bottom lip with his teeth and groaned quietly.
Closing his eyes, Dean focused in on the soft hitch in Sam’s breath, the constant heat shaping around his skin as he sank forward and lost himself in their deep connection. It was a little surreal, Dean hadn’t ever put much emotional stock in sex but this was a whole new level. “Sam,” he whispered, choking on the words as Sam’s legs lifted and wrapped around his waist.
“Tell me,” he gasped and fell into the kiss once more, slowly sliding down over Sam’s jaw, along his neck. He didn’t really care much about what Sam said at that point, just wanted to hear how the desire affected his voice, feel what he was feeling just by the tone of his words.
"Dean," Sam struggled to breathe as Dean eased into him. "It feels - ohgod - it's good, fuck." Sam gritted his teeth for a few moments, a muscle twitching along his jaw as Dean's thick flesh pushed him open; filling him so slowly Sam thought he just might die. "More, please-" his voice broke and Sam's mouth was everywhere he could reach the warmth of Dean's skin.
Hearing Sam ask for it was enough to have Dean pulling back and thrusting hard forward, claiming Sam in the way that he really wanted. A loud moan fell from his brother’s lips and Dean slanted down, capturing it with a hard kiss. He couldn’t stop thrusting forward, pulling back and driving forward over and over. It felt like Sam was always curved up into him, rocking back to meet each thrust and Dean moaned into their kiss, lifting his hips enough to slid his hand between then and grip Sam’s cock, stroking hard with each thrust.
Sam's wasn't even sure he was breathing. He barely had time to get used to the fullness, the burn of the initial hard thrust of his brother's shaft and Dean was pulling away and slamming home again. Everything in the room spiralled down until Sam was just focused entirely on his brother. He could hear Dean's soft moans; feel the tremble in his muscles and the stroke of his rough palm against his dick.
When he could, Sam snapped his hips up - when he couldn't' even manage to move he swept his tongue through Dean's mouth. He wanted to taste all of Dean, learn every flavor, every scent, and every touch. Crossing his legs at the ankle he tightened his hold on Dean's waist and shivered as his brother's hand rubbed him insane.
When Dean could feel his orgasm getting closer he pushed up, digging his hands into the blankets bunched around Sam’s shoulders and staring down at him. Their eyes met and his movements slowed and deepened, long thrusts that drove him all the way and buried him deep with still tight burning muscles. Their bodies slid together, Sam’s cock caught between with each mind numbing, extended thrust. “Close,” he murmured and lowered himself once more; slanting his mouth over Sam’s to kiss him with the intensity of his thrusts.
Falling apart - was kind of like melting down, sinking into himself and having the touch of Dean pull him back to the crest of the wave again and again. Shuddering, Sam cried out his brother's name and all the breath followed it as the sound left his body. It felt as though every muscle, even tendon clenched and tightened and Sam could feel how full he was, how Dean's cock just took him, owned him. His come shot between them, hot and slippery against their flesh and Sam's entire body wrapped up around Dean's.
The heat of Sam around him, clenching him and holding him in place, arms wrapped tight over his shoulder and legs keeping him from moving even if he’d wanted too. Dean’s breath was short and quick, his chest aching with the intensity of it flowing and catching in him. His orgasm flared through him, sent a rippling down his spine that had almost blacking out. He was fairly certain he’d never come so hard or fast in a person before and the fact that it was Sam made it all the more amazing.
He collapsed on Sam’s chest, panting heavily into his ear, eyes squeezed shut. “Jesus Sammy,” he whispered, hips still slowly undulating within him.
Dean's voice was a gentle reminder to come back down to earth. Smiling, dazed and still dealing with a body that wouldn't stop twitching with pleasure - Sam turned into Dean's voice and captured his lips in a soft kiss. “Wanna stay yours,” he mumbled.
“You will, for as long as I have you,” Dean murmured and gently pulled back, groaning as his cock slid free and his body came to rest beside Sam’s. “Always mine.” He whispered and rolled to the side, grabbing his shirt and bringing it up to wipe over his brother’s come covered middle.
"Promise," Sam said quietly. His fingers lifted to trace the freckles along Dean's cheek then, ghosted down over his lips. "Please," he added with a shy smile.
“Of course Sam. I promise, you’ll always be mine.” Dean breathed and smiled over at his brother. “Even when you leave me to go to your fancy little school.” Dean tried to say it with a smile but he thought it might have sounded bitter.
Sam frowned, his smile fading slightly. "I won't go unless you come with me." There was nothing that would make him leave Dean short of a direct order. He couldn't imagine having his brother like this and then having to give him up.
“And if I won’t go with you? Then what? You’ll not go at all?” Dean pursed his lips, sitting up against the headboard and dragging Sam half onto his lap.
Sam shook his head. “No, I don’t want to lose this. It’s bad enough that the spell...” Sam’s voice trailed away. “No. I’ll - I’ll hunt or whatever you tell me to do.” He slid his hand up Dean’s chest, over his shoulder and cupped his cheek. “Is that okay?”
“We’ll figure something out.” Dean nodded. He didn’t want Sam to give up on school but he wasn’t so sure about settling down in California. That was something he’d have to think about. “Whatever happens, we’ll be together. I promise.” Dean slid his hand along the back of Sam’s neck, smiling at the swept damp hair sliding through his fingers. “And hey, the spell, it ended up bringing us together okay? How are you feeling?”
Shrugging, Sam lifted his gaze to his brother's. "I'm okay," he said. "Kinda sore," he said softly but then his lips twitched into a shy smile. He'd never felt anything like it - but the fact that he could still feel the sensation of Dean within him was kind of hot. “Tired,” he added almost as an afterthought. “You need anything? Want a beer or something?”
Wetting his lips, Dean smiled softly at Sam and dipped forward, gently kissing him. “How about... you get us bother a couple beers? We can relax in here, maybe explore a little more.” His hand ran down Sam’s back, curling over his ass and squeezing with a smirk.
Nodding, Sam grinned and slipped off his brother's body. He lingered there a moment, kissing his way down Dean's thigh before sliding off the bed.
He rushed. There was, after all, no reason to stay away from Dean for too long.
-=-=-=-
Dean didn’t know much about spells but he had a pretty good idea that they couldn’t last forever and he was fairly certain that a full night’s sleep should have been enough for it to wear off. Especially since the witch was just a kid and she shouldn’t have been so powerful. Which didn’t explain why, halfway through the next day, Sam seemed to be just as submissive as before. And he still seemed willing, completely content to do anything Dean asked of him.
From the moment he woke up, crawling between Dean’s legs and happily sucking him off. Then making breakfast in bed, doing the dishes, cleaning up the kitchen, making things impossibly easy for Dean. That was great, Dean was more than pleased but he just couldn’t imagine the spell still working.
So, after Sam had made his lunch and they’d spent all the entirety of the day in the bed, Dean decided to test his theory. “Sam,” he said softly, stroking his brother’s hair. Currently the boy was lying in his lap and Dean was sitting up, newspaper open over his legs. “Rub my feet.”
Sam hummed agreeably and kind of slid of Dean’s lap and kneeled down by his brother’s feet. Patting his thigh he waited until Dean rested his foot there and started to rub the muscles in the arch. “You got anything you gotta do tonight?”
“Nope, told you it’d just be you and me for a while.” Dean murmured and closed his eyes for a moment. He should have started with a different request; Sam’s hands on his feet were far too pleasing. “Kiss my toe.” He bit his lip to keep from smirking. There was no way Sam could keep this up, he had no idea why Sam would be faking it but even his brother had to have limits.
Sam glanced up at his brother and wrinkled his nose then leaned down and pecked Dean's big toe. "Weirdo," he muttered. Shifting a little he shook his head and went back to digging his thumbs into the bottom of his brother's foot. "Feel good?"
“Yeah.” Dean nodded, tongue sliding over his lips as he considered what else he could get his brother to do, testing the limits. “Tell me something kinky you want. Like, really kinky. I know you have a perv mind.” Well, if Sam was going to fake it, Dean could take advantage of it.
"Do not," Sam protested. But it was surprisingly easy to think of things that he wanted that might be considered kinky. His long fingers moved up over the top of Dean's foot to his ankle and he rubbed the skin there softly. "Well," Sam licked his lips, "I wanna lick you everywhere. Everywhere." Sam emphasized the word hoping his brother might get it without him having to explain. Heat shot through him and he ducked his head to hide his embarrassment.
“God.” Heat exploded in Dean and he was almost instantly hard. It wasn’t necessarily the kink he had been expecting but just the idea had him tempted to demand Sam do that right now. “Yeah. We, definitely should do that.” Dean swallowed thickly, pulling his feet free and shifted toward Sam. “Will you answer my questions?” Dean counted mentally, wondering how long it would take before Sam gave in and touched him again.
“I am answering your questions, I tell you everything.” Sam’s expression softened and he shuffled a little closer on his knees. Gazing up at Dean from under his lashes he lifted his hands and curled them over Dean’s knees. “What do you want to know?”
Dean wet his lips, smiling because it had only taken seconds for Sam to touch him. That was nice, he liked it. “When you thought about us, over the years or however long you have been, did you picture yourself as a bottom?” At least this might explain some of the reason why Sam was still going along with the submissive thing.
“I ...” Sam thought about the best way to answer the question. When he couldn’t come up with something quickly he slid his hands further up Dean’s thighs and squeezed. “Maybe,” he shrugged non-commitally and moved around so he could push in between Dean’s legs. “Can I ask you questions?”
“Yeah, you can.” Dean nodded and spread his legs a little wider, curling them around Sam so they were practically curled together sitting on the bed. They hadn’t sat like this since they were children; it brought a smile to his face. “Got a question for me?”
“Will you keep ... being like this when the spell wears off?” Sam blinked slowly, hands still rubbing Dean’s legs.
“Am I being different?” Dean knew Sam hated when he answered questions with a question but in this case he couldn’t help it.
“It hasn’t worn off yet. I mean. When it does. Which it will eventually right? Maybe? Would you miss this? Maybe?” Sam’s heart was beating a little faster and he stared into his brother’s eyes.
“It will wear off.” Dean said quietly and resisted telling Sam he was fairly sure it had already. “How am I being different Sam? What do you want? Me nicer? Sweeter? Do you want me to want things from you? Or demand them from you?” His fingers curved over Sam’s jaw, body leaning forward to gently kiss along the corner of his mouth, the tip of his nose, softly on the middle of his lips.
“Mmmm.” Sam nestled as close as he could. “Not different now, don’t want you to be.” Closing his eyes, Sam sucked on his bottom lip for a few moments as he soaked up the gentle touches.
“But I’ve been acting different since the spell?” Dean pulled back, sliding away from Sam and holding up his hand. “Hold still. Sam, don’t touch me.” It hurt to say and Dean pursed his lips, sliding back even further and tightening his fingers into a fist.
Looking up quickly Sam blinked a few times. "I... no, what did I do?" Laughing softly, Sam shrugged it off and was sure his uncertainly reflected on his face. As his laughter died away, he frowned and crawled closer to Dean and settled against his side again. “You don’t mean that.”
“Just like the spell hasn’t worn off?” Dean slid his arm around Sam and rolled them, pressing him down into the mattress, legs sliding over his hips. “Sammy, I am so on to you. You went against my order directly. I’m not an idiot Sam, how long has it been gone?” His knees squeezed Sam’s sides, smirk on his lips.
Sam pressed his lips together to hide the way they were twitching. "No, I didn't. You're touching me. I just. So I just knew you wanted it." But the grin he was trying to hide burst across his face all at once. “It’s not gone,” he barely managed to get out through his laughter.
“Jesus, Sammy, if you wanted me to boss you around you don’t need to fake it.” Dean snorted and dipped down, kissing away the smirk on his face. “So what?” He murmured, pulling back and rocking his body down against Sam’s. “You get all hot when I boss you around? You like being my submissive little bitch?” He snorted, pulling back to stare down at his brother, loving how his eyes darkened.
“Yeah, so what? You gonna give me grief about it?” Squaring his shoulder defiantly Sam walked his fingers up his brother’s sides. So far? He had yet to have enough of touching Dean. “I think you like it too.”
“I do.” Dean murmured, not bothering to deny it. “Love how it gets you all hot, gets me all hot too.” He bit his lip, rolling his hips down against Sam. They’d been at this on and off all morning and Dean kind of just wanted to keep Sam home forever so they never had to leave bed. “What did you mean maybe? You gonna want to top sometimes?”
“No,” Sam said quickly. “God, fine - it wore off right away and I just - I wanted this so I thought if I Just kept doing it-” Sam huffed indignantly but it certainly didn’t last long because Dean pressed down against him again and Sam moaned.
“I can just make you my submissive bitch you know. I don’t need a spell for that.” Dean murmured and parted his lips, running them along Sam’s neck. “It’ll be even better too because I know you willingly want me to tell you what to do. There’s no question about whether it’s real or not. And I promise to be just as good as now, we’re gonna be amazing.”
“We’re already amazing,” Sam murmured. “Well, I am.” Laughing softly he turned his lips into his brother’s hair.
“Shut up Sam.” Dean grumbled and slid his lips up to Sam’s ear. “Gonna put that mouth of yours to better use.”