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“Dude, stop touching shit,” Sam hissed at Dean when he caught his brother poking around another box in the basement they were sifting through.
“Oh, c’mon, Sammy. She’s a little old lady,” Dean grinned and held up a doily.
“She might be our witch,” Sam replied, still scowling in Dean’s direction as he carefully traversed through the overstuffed room.
“Or, she’s just a little old lady;” Dean said before there were a few beats of silence that worried Sam.
Dean laughed a moment later, “You’re right, Sammy. We should be afraid, she might be into freaky sex magic.” He was holding a strangely phallus shaped object, making exaggerated motions like he was jerking it off.
“Stop it,” Sam complained, close to losing his patience with his brother. Yes, this basement was mostly full of things that old people kept, like China sets and decorations and empty old boxes but Sam had a bad feeling that there was more to this woman than what she appeared to be from the outside.
“Don’t be a pussy,” Dean said, still laughing but finally putting the thing back where he had found it. “Or a prude,” he tacked on.
Sam rolled his eyes, ignoring Dean’s laugh as he stepped around another corner.
..
Their search had been cut short soon after that when a car had pulled into the driveway and they had to scramble out of the basement window before they could be found.
Sam had offered to grab some dinner once they had been back at the motel. He had just come back into the room with their food twenty minutes later as Dean was coming out of the bathroom. His hair was still dripping from his shower and he was followed by a cloud of steam out of the open door.
“Makeshift sauna?” Sam asked while putting the bag of food on the little table in front of the window.
“What? Can’t a man appreciate a hot shower?” Dean asked defensively, pulling his only hoodie from the bottom of his bag and pulling it on over his t-shirt.
Sam frowned slightly, it wasn’t quite summer yet but it was definitely warm enough in the room that Dean shouldn’t need that extra layer.
“Got you a meatball sub,” Sam just said before grabbing his own sandwich.
The rest of the night was nothing out of the ordinary. They ate quickly and argued about the possible case before Dean turned on some action flick and Sam settled in with a book while stealing glances at the TV, when the movie was actually kind of entertaining.
What wasn’t usual though, was that Dean wasn’t just sitting on top of the covers like he normally would. Instead he was sitting against the headboard with the blanket pulled up to his chin and he appeared to be shivering slightly whenever he stuck his arm out to take a sip of beer.
“Are you coming down with something?” Sam asked after Dean pulled the blanket around him even tighter.
“Nah, it’s just chilly in here,” Dean dismissed, not even looking at Sam.
“It’s really not,” Sam replied, frowning slightly. He was wearing a shirt with a flannel over it and it was plenty warm in the smallish motel room they were staying in, he’d probably be fine in just the t-shirt too. “Dean, seriously, I think you might be coming down with something.”
Dean just huffed, “Nah, I’m fine.”
Sam shrugged and went back to his book, keeping a slight eye on his brother though
It only took a few minutes before Dean was squirming again, this time rubbing his stomach too.
“Dude,” Sam said, a little exasperated. “Maybe it’s not a cold, maybe the food wasn’t good.”
“I’m hungry, is all,” Dean replied.
“How?” Sam questioned, raising his eyebrows.
They had eaten dinner not even an hour ago and Dean had even finished off the rest of Sam’s sandwich and his dessert too. Dean usually ate more than Sam but that should really have been enough to get him to breakfast.
“I don’t know, I just feel like I’m really hungry and craving everything,” Dean grumbled, still shivering slightly too.
“Hmh,” Sam said as he put his book to the side and grabbed his laptop instead. This didn’t sound like their typical case of the flu and Sam would rather follow his gut feeling with this and see if he could research it.
Sam had started expanding his digital library on the supernatural and just some useful topics ever since they had found their dad’s storage space. Combined with Bobby’s knowledge Sam had actually managed to compile quite a lot and now they had a decent amount of information with them on the go.
It took him a while to go through everything that could possibly be related but after opening another document he groaned loudly in frustration. Yeah, obviously this would happen to Dean.
“What?” Dean asked sleepily from the bed next to him.
It sounded like Sam had woken him up and when he looked at the clock on his laptop, two and a half hours had passed since he had started to research. It hadn’t felt that long at all.
“It’s actually freaky sex magic,” Sam said, making Dean sit up straighter.
“What?”
“That weird wooden dick?” Sam asked, waiting for Dean to nod. “Cursed object”
Dean groaned. “And?”
“Touching the object will make the person that touched it and I quote: to be warmed inside and out. It is advised to only touch the object in the appropriate company,” Sam relayed the information from the page he had scanned from some occult book.
“What does that even mean?” Dean complained.
“I think it’s like some sort of aphrodisiac with consequences. It seems to have been used in fertility rituals or for -” Sam said, scrolling to the next page.
“Is there a cure?” Dean interrupted him.
Sam held up a finger while he read through the last paragraph. “Yeah kinda, you just need to fulfill the purpose.”
“What?”
“You need to get fucked, or you’ll die of supernatural hypothermia and starvation,” Sam concluded from the text, showing it to Dean. The picture was of a similar looking phallic object.
“You mean that I have to fuck somebody like now?” Dean asked.
“No, Dean. You touched it, you need to be the one to get fucked,” Sam repeated.
“I don’t get fucked, Sam. That’s not-”
“You wanna die even earlier?” Sam asked, desperately trying not to think too hard about the stupid deal Dean had made and how his brother was headed to the grave already. This was a stupid curse but nothing to lose his brother over even earlier.
“No, Sammy. I just have never taken anything up the ass and-” Dean started but got interrupted by Sam again.
“But you will now, if you don’t want to die! So c’mon, there's a bar down the street, there must be some guy that will-”
Now Dean stopped Sam. “No, dude. I won’t let a random guy put a dick up my ass.”
“So what? You want me to do it?” Sam offered, voice getting a little hysterical now. Dean still had months, he couldn’t give up now, Sam still had to find a way to save him.
“I don’t-”
“So you do want to find another guy-”
“No I don’t,” Dean repeated, sounding pissed off too. “Fuck, I guess it has to be you.”
Sam’s eyes widened for a second in shock at Dean actually agreeing, not having expected that. Sam didn’t know how he felt about it, it had been a stupid suggestion just thrown out there but Dean had agreed. But thinking about it, it was Sam’s turn to save Dean and he could do it. He could fuck his big brother to save him, it was nothing more, just a cure.
“Okay, well uh-” And that’s where Sam didn’t know how to continue. It wasn’t like he didn’t know what to do, had been on both sides of the act but never had he thought it would be with his brother. And especially not with his brother as the bottom.
Something in Sam’s brain balked at the idea that his brother had or would ever be the one to take it. It also didn’t help that Sam for some reason that was more important to think about than the fact that he was about to commit incest.
Though to be honest, Dean had sold his literal soul for Sam, had damned himself to hell, what was a little fraternal incest in the face of that.
God, their lives where fucked up.
Dean threw his hands up, drawing Sam’s attention back to him before he rolled his eyes, all cool older brother facade and pulled his shirt over his head.
“I’ll just-” Sam said before getting up and walking into the bathroom. He needed a moment to himself to really come to terms with what they would be doing in a moment.
Sam came out of the bathroom a few minutes later after collecting himself. They needed to get this over with and he needed to stop being a pussy, as Dean would say.
Dean was down to his t-shirt and boxers, blanket around his shoulders and shivering, badly. This curse was really getting to him and Sam knew he had to hurry up if he didn’t want Dean to begin developing internal hypothermia.
His brother barely acknowledged Sam as he stripped down to the same level. Keeping his shirt on felt right for some reason, safer, as he walked a little closer to the bed
Dean wasn’t a bad looking guy and Sam would be lying if he said he couldn’t understand why people went for his big brother but it wasn’t enough for Sam or maybe it was just a little too weird because looking down at himself he was still fully soft in his boxers.
“So?” Dean asked, already sounding impatient.
“Uh, have you ever been-”
“No, Sam, never been fucked, never had anything up my ass,” Dean said with a roll of his eyes.
“Oh, okay. We need lube then,” Sam said more to himself, not surprised in the least. He turned to his bag on the floor and started rummaging through it until he found his bottle of lube. It hadn’t seen much use lately and it had somehow gotten stuck in a pair of socks.
“You really are a genius, Sammy,” Dean commented from behind him after Sam threw the bottle onto the bed next to Dean.
“Shut up,” Sam grumbled.
With some, more than awkward, directions, Dean was on his hands and knees a minute later. He had torn his boxers off himself and Sam was now stuck staring at his backside. If he was honest, he was a little scared that Dean would kick him like a horse if he didn’t like the touch.
“This might be cold,” Sam warned before slicking his pointer finger up with lube and touching Dean’s ass with it, pushing it between the hairy buttocks.
Dean tensend, muscles tightening and Sam’s finger getting lightly squeezed once he found the pucker. Sam pushed forward, breaching the muscle with just the very tip of his finger and Dean jolted forward. At least he didn’t actually kick out.
“You need to relax if this is going to work,” Sam said, pulling his finger back and adding more lube.
“It feels fucking weird, man,” Dean complained but moved his hips back a little to where he was kneeling before.
“It’s gonna feel good if you relax,” Sam promised, once again breaching the tight hole with the tip of his finger.
Dean tried his hardest to stay still and Sam was able to get his whole index finger in after a few long moments but now he needed to somehow stretch him for more. This angle was weird and new to Sam so he wasn’t as efficient with it but slowly he was able to add a second finger.
Dean kept complaining like Sam had expected and he wouldn’t stop squirming which really wasn’t helping Sam trying to do this as painlessly as possible.
“Christ, Sam, I just wanna get this over with. Just stick your dick in, will you,” Dean complained, throwing Sam an annoyed look from over his shoulder.
“You’re not stretched enough, it’s gonna hurt,” Sam said while scissoring his fingers, stretching Dean’s tight muscles so he could at least fit a third finger in between.
“I can deal with it,” Dean assured him.
“Fine,” Sam relented, knowing there was no use in arguing with Dean when he was like this. Sam himself would at least have taken another finger before attempting to take a dick but Dean was right, they needed to get this over with.
Except for the fact that Sam wasn’t hard enough to fuck anything. Not to get him wrong, he wasn’t flaccid anymore since a nice ass was a nice ass but he just wasn’t as hard as would be advisable for any penetration.
Sam used just a bit more of the lube to stroke himself a few times, hoping to get all the way there with some help from his right hand when Dean looked back at him again.
“Dude, don’t tell me you have performance anxiety now,” Dean complained, seeing Sam’s dick.
“No, it’s just-”
“Just get on with it,” Dean demanded.
He was glad he couldn’t see his own probably beetz red face as he placed one hand on Dean’s waist to keep him still while he lined himself up with the overly slick hole.
Sam pushed forward and was barely able to breach Dean because of the clenched muscles that tried to keep him out.
“Relax, Dean,” Sam gritted out, still trying to work against Dean’s muscles.
“Relax?” Dean asked with a note of hysteria in his voice. “It’s like you’re trying to shove a coke can up my ass.”
It really wasn’t. Sam was proportional, sure, which meant that yeah, he had an above average dick but he definitely got luckier in the length than the girth department.
“I’m not. Other guys do it everyday, Dean.”
“Yeah, but I’m not other guys, I don’t take it up the-”
Sam was losing his patience and he pushed forward again a little more forcefully and he was finally able to get the head of his dick inside Dean. It was hot and tight, too tight if he was honest.
Dean groaned underneath him but it wasn’t quite pain but it certainly didn’t sound like pleasure and Sam wished he didn’t have to do this. He couldn't think like that though because the longer he thought about how this was basically forcing Dean, the softer his dick got and that wouldn’t help him save Dean.
Sam closed his eyes, trying to think of something or someone else, tried to think about the last woman he fucked, how she had gripped him tight and hot too.
And that was better, it stopped him from thinking about how unnatural it felt to try and fuck his big brother when Dean had never submitted to him a day in their lives.
Thinking about his last hook up however worked well enough until Dean grunted beneath him again and the illusion was broken.
“Does it hurt?” Sam asked worriedly, not liking the sounds his brother was making.
“It’s fine, just get on with it,” Dean said, voice strained. He was still shaking under Sam’s hands even though he didn’t feel that cold and it was worrying Sam even more.
Sam took a deep breath and tried to remember that he needed to man up and save his brother. He nodded even if Dean couldn’t see it and gripped his hips tighter. He tried to focus on the sensation of something hot and tight around his dick, just thinking about how it felt good nonetheless.
Sam thrust deep inside, his balls hitting Dean’s backside which earned him a squeak that Dean tried to disguise in a complaining grumble. Sam had to speed up if he wanted to get this over with and he used his grip on Dean to pull him back onto his dick, trying to graze along his brother’s prostate in hopes of making this as enjoyable as possible for him.
When he shifted his grip though, trying to jerk Dean off, his hand was slapped off of his brother’s soft cock and he knew that there was no use. Sam sighed but took his hand back, willing his body to get to the end quicker, thrusting inside like how he usually liked to fuck women.
Problem however was that Sam didn’t like quickies all that much either and he usually tried to prolong the few one night stands he had so this was even more working against what his body was used to.
“I mean it, Sam. How long is this going to take you?” Dean gritted out.
“Sorry, I’m not a one pump chump, Dean. And you’re not really making this any easier,” Sam said, still working against the tense muscles in Dean’s ass.
Dean scoffed but Sam could tell that his brother was actually trying to relax more and the grip on his dick lessened enough that he could properly thrust inside him now.
Sam closed his eyes again, letting the feeling of tight, wet heat guide his hips. He could feel the first stirrings of his orgasm and he tried to relax too, stifling a moan. This really wasn’t too bad if he didn’t think about it.
He pumped his hips a few more times, one of his hands letting go of Dean’s hip and moving down to play with his own balls. The trick seemed to work and Sam was getting closer.
It only took a few more thrusts before Sam stiffened, biting his lip to prevent any noise as he came inside Dean.
Dean tensed up again too and he lifted up, pushed Sam back. He dislodged Sam’s dick and made him fall on his ass with a hiss, having not been ready to pull out just yet.
“Dude,” Sam complained.
“Fuck that was humiliating,” Dean muttered. “Go get a towel or something, Sam!”
Sam felt a little stunned at the sudden end but scrambled to his feet to get to the bathroom. He grabbed one of the clean towels and threw it at Dean, not willing to get too close to him again in fear of him kicking out now. His brother immediately began to wipe the lube and cum away, thankfully not looking at Sam.
“So, d’you think it worked?” Sam asked after a moment , suddenly nervous that they didn’t do it right.
“Well I’m not freezing or starving anymore so I guess yeah.”
Sam blew out a breath in relief, tension draining from his shoulders. “That’s good.”
“Sure, Sam,” Dean dismissed before throwing the towel across the room.
“Wasn’t like I wanted to do it!” Sam defended himself. “But you can’t expect me to let you die.” He tried hard to keep the worry and fear out of his voice but he wasn’t quite sure he managed.
“Yeah I know,” Dean said and rolled off the bed, tugging his boxers back on and making Sam feel exposed where his bottom half was still naked. “But now I’m worried for your past dates, dude. That was embarrassingly bad.”
Sam’s face hardened and he too grabbed his boxers to put them back on. “One - I wasn’t trying to perform and two - it’s not my fault you were so fucking tense,” he tried to defend himself.
“Nah, I just don’t think you know how to fuck someone right,” Dean said with a smug grin.
“But you do?” Sam questioned with a scoff.
“Oh, I can show you little brother,” Dean countered, stalking closer and grabbing the boxers from Sam’s hands.
“What?” Sam tried to ask but was cut off when Dean pushed him onto the bed. This wasn’t what he had meant.
“I’ll show you how it’s done right.”
Sam’s legs were pushed apart when Dean kneeled between his calves, dick already chubbed up more than during the whole time Sam was fucking him.
Great, now he had triggered Dean’s competitive side.
“First, you gotta start by not having a limp dick.” Dean stroked himself for a few seconds until he was fully hard, his dick now probably competing with Sam’s own size.
“Says the guy that was sof-”
Dean cut Sam off immediately, flipping Sam onto his stomach and gripping his hips to pull his ass up. Sam’s back was arched before he even realized what had happened, his face buried in the pillow.
And maybe Sam was going insane but he didn’t protest Dean manhandlíng him, his own dick twitching at the show of strength.
“You’re such a brat,” Dean grumbled before he slapped Sam’s ass making Sam yelp into the mattress.
“Dean,” Sam tried to protest now but his big brother didn’t even pause before he slapped the other cheek.
“Need someone to show you how it's done, don’t you?” Dean asked, a hand sliding between his cheeks and exposing his hole to his brother. Dean’s thumb only passed over his hole twice before he pushed the dry tip of it inside.
Sam made a small uncomfortable noise when Dean pushed his whole thumb inside, pulling at the rim slightly. There was a chuckle from behind him, Dean’s other hand coming down onto his left ass cheek again.
There was the click of the lube bottle before Dean spoke again. “Big brother’s gonna show you, Sammy.”
Sam whined when cold liquid dripped between his cheeks, Dean’s thumb pushing some inside immediately.
Dean pulled his thumb out again, replacing it with a longer finger, set on opening Sam up quickly. A second finger was added soon and Dean began scissoring his fingers, stretching Sam’s hole a little too fast. Dean was apparently eager and was rushing through preparation just as much as he had wanted Sam to earlier.
Sam whined, voice high and a little tight with the ache. Dean’s fingers were thick and he could only imagine what his dick would feel like.
On their own accord, Sam’s hips pushed back, rocking onto Dean’s fingers until another spank stopped him. He wanted to roll his hips but Dean’s grip tightened on him.
“Dean,” Sam mumbled into the pillow, hoping that his brother would get him and let him adjust a little more.
Another lubed finger joined the first two instead, stretching Sam wider as Dean fingered him. It was intense and Sam fought against the need to tense up. It had been a while since he had been fucked last and he wouldn’t open up that easily now.
Dean wasn’t really giving him any time but at least he was bumping against Sam’s prostate every once in a while now, sparks of pleasure taking over slowly.
After a few more moments of stretching and fingering Sam, Dean pulled his fingers out. An unmistakable weight landed on his ass and lower back, Dean’s hard dick resting on Sam’s already overheated skin.
It felt huge from this position, long and thick.
Sam must’ve moaned or groaned unconsciously because Dean chuckled darkly. The weight lifted for a second before it came down again, Dean spanking Sam’s ass and hole with his dick, leaving wet smears of pre-cum and lube.
He moaned out loud then, both dreading and anticipating the stretch that was sure to follow.
Sam wasn’t left waiting for long though when the blunt head of Dean’s dick finally pressed against his hole, stretching Sam’s rim until just the tip rested inside.
“Now, Sammy,” Dean said but now waiting before he shoved his hips forward, pushing his dick all the way inside. “That’s how you start.”
Sam’s groan turned to a whine as his muscles fought the intrusion, Dean’s dick definitely thicker and longer than his finger.
It was too much at once, stretched out and so full.
“Dean, wait,” Sam gasped as his brother made to pull out but Dean only hushed him, hands gripping his hips tight.
“So fucking tight, Sammy,” Dean moaned, pulling out until only the head was inside once more.
Dean pushed back inside and the stretch burned still, Sam trying his best to relax but it had been too long since he had taken anything of this size.
It took a few thrusts until Sam relaxed and the pleasure took over. Sam groaned into his pillow when the head of Dean’s dick grazed his prostate. Dean gripped his hips tighter, pulling him back against him and making sure he kept the angle just right.
“Knew you’d be a whiner,” Dean muttered, hips meeting Sam’s ass again and again with force.
There was no friction, no pressure, on Sam’s own dick and it was swinging uselessly underneath him as Dean found his rhythm and fucked him into the mattress. Sam was tempted to get a hand on himself but he was a little stuck in this position with his arms folded in front of him and Dean keeping a tight grip on him.
Dean slapped Sam’s ass again, chuckling at the resulting groans that Sam tried to muffle. He clenched with every hit even if they didn’t really hurt and he knew Dean was feeling him get tighter by the way his brother’s breathing stuttered every time.
“God, look at you, taking me so well,” Dean said, voice slightly breathy as he sped up.
His brother’s thrusts were fast and efficient, shoving Sam up the bed with every move of his hips.
“Dean, I need-, I want-” Sam mumbled, not able to finish his sentences before he moaned again..
“Shit, Sammy,” Dean just replied, one leg shifting so he was only on one knee with his other foot pressed against the mattress for leverage and he could get some more force behind his thrusts.
“Gonna come, Sammy.” Dean gripped Sam tight, hips pumping roughly for a few moments before he pushed in deep, more like rutting against Sam’s ass as he came deep inside his little brother. Dean groaned loudly, still thrusting inside Sam as he spent himself, pumping him full.
Sam could only whine at the unfairness of Dean getting to cum while his dick was being neglected still.
Dean dropped to both knees again and suddenly there was an arm wrapped around Sam’s chest as he was pulled up. His back met Dean's chest and he was forced back down on Dean’s dick, buried deep inside Sam again.
“See, Sammy?” Dean asked, one of his hands finally gripped his cock, stroking him viciously. Sam’s hands came up to try and find some purchase, one hand holding onto Dean’s arm. Dean continued to stroke him and Sam could feel his orgasm approaching quickly. His ass was still stuffed, Dean’s dick pressing against his prostate and the way that Dean was surrounding him was too much.
Dean’s other hand moved under Sam’s shirt, pinching one of Sam’s nipples and cupping his chest, playing with it which only added to Sam’s quickly losing battle.
“See how hard you are? You’re gonna come on my dick, right? So close to blowing your load, little brother, just from me fucking your ass. That's how we know that you’re the bottom and not me,” Dean murmured into Sam’s ear.
Sam whined, his hips pushing into Dean’s hand and back onto his brother’s dick, pleasure spiking and he fell over the cliff. Sam’s orgasm rushed through him, cum spurting and covering his belly and Dean’s hand.
Dean wrung him dry and Sam felt light headed when Dean finally let him go and he collapsed forward, falling into the wet spot and Dean’s cock was withdrawn too quickly.
Sam didn’t get a second of rest though because Dean pulled his cheeks apart again, his thumb smearing his own leaking cum around Sam’s rim. Sam moaned at the touches to his sensitive rim, squirming under Dean’s hands.
“You had a good try but I don’t get fucked Sammy, you however…” Dean trailed off, his thumb pushing the mess back inside.
Sam didn’t want to respond, feeling too exposed and fucked out but there was no hiding from Dean and his whine was audible even when muffled by a pillow.