|Auryon F. (auryon) wrote,|
@ 2008-11-28 14:03:00
|Current music:||"Enter Sandman" -- Metallica|
[SPN] In the Gutter
Title: In the Gutter
Character/Pairing: Dean, Sam
Rating: PG-13 (for hints of naughty)
Prompt: supernatural100's prompt dirty
Disclaimer: I don't own anything except possibly my stuffed dolphin. And a few socks.
He was covered in shit, and he didn’t care. He couldn’t care. Not right now.
The hands caressed and cradled him, and suddenly, he twitched awake. The car didn’t provide much in the way of comfort, but Sam had his head placed in the perfect nook. He could only get to the spot because of his height.
So it was really surprising that he had woken up at all.
Dean was concerned. This wasn’t unusual. Sam, however, didn’t answer immediately – his mind was elsewhere, shaking off the strange images stuck in a loop in his head.
“I’m fine, Dean,” Sam sat up, rubbing his eyes, trying to scrub out the images that had played in his mind. “Fine.” He repeated the word in an oddly high voice. “When can we stop?”
“The next motel’s an hour away.”
Sam’s brain nearly caved from relief. “I need a shower.”
Dean snorted. “You and me both brother.”
They were both covered in what smelled like raw sewage, but wasn’t. Maybe. Sam wasn’t sure.
“You sure you’re okay? You look pale, man.”
Sam wanted to say something else; maybe that the dream he just had was wonderful and horrifying at the same time, and that he sort of hoped he could have it again, even though it would make him feel dirtier than he was right now – and then he saw the grin on Dean’s face. “What?”
“Sam, you should learn to keep your mouth shut when you’re having those special dreams of yours. Who was it this time?”
Sam’s face went red, and he quickly turned – as if hiding it would do any good. He avoided looking at Dean in any case; it had nothing to do with his dreams. Nothing.
Dean laughed all the way to the motel.