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queenkatyastarTitle: A Good Morning For the Winchester Brothers
Author: Katya Starling
Fandom: Supernatural
Characters/Pairing: Dean/Sam
Rating: NC-17/AO
Challenge/Prompt: All Bingo: Food Fest: Wild Card
Word Count: 884
Date Written: 14 March 2020
Warnings: None
Summary: Dean and Sam actually get to share a good morning for a change.
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to their rightful owners, not the author, and are used without permission.
Sizzling bacon pulls at Sam's nostrils. First one widens in appreciation of the smell; then the right one follows suit. Dean grins at his little brother, watching his eyelids begin to flutter, and starts cracking eggs. He splats one against the counter. Sam still doesn't open his eyes. "What? Do I have to start singing Bon Jovi or something to wake you up, sleepy head?"
"No." Sam's voice croaks as he answers. He sniffles, then rubs his eyes and finally blinks blearily at Dean. "Surprised you're actually cooking this morning."
"You know better'n that, Sammy." Dean holds his hands up as though indicating the room around them. "Can't help it we don't often get a kitchen." His voice and hands drop as he grumbles, "Or have the money or time to get proper ingredients."
"What's that smell?" Sam asks, his nose twitching again.
"Bacon, dumb ass."
"No -- "
"Eggs?"
"No -- "
"The beer you dropped on yourself last night?"
"No."
Dean turns suddenly and walks from behind the counter. Sam's throat tightens, and he begins to sweat as he watches Dean move toward the stove, completely naked. His lover bends down, presenting him with firm, bare buttcheeks, as he checks the oven.
But in the very next moment, Sam's tempted to forget all about Dean's nakedness as he brings a tray out of the stove. Piping, hot bread, with a cheesy, herbal top beckons Sam and makes his mouth water even more than it already was at the sight of Dean. Finally, he gets to his feet, but he's still looking uncertainly at his brother.
He shakes his head and scratches his long hair. Slowly beginning to walk closer to the kitchenette area, he questions suspiciously, "To what do I owe this pleasure?"
"What? Me in the buff?" Dean whirls around, and Sam's gaze can't help dropping to his hard, swollen dick. Dean shrugs. "It's hot. We ain't gotta leave yet, and you were hot cold."
Sam definitely isn't cold at all right now, but his eyes again trail back to the bread now glistening from the top of the stove behind Dean as his stomach growls its protests. It's demanding he feed himself first while also reassuring him that there will be plenty of time for sex later. "Bread, bacon, eggs -- "
Dean shrugs. "I was dreaming about food when I woke up. We'd stopped in some place, and Dagwood, Blondie, Scooby, and Shaggy were all there."
Sam doesn't pretend his brother's not nuts as he eyes him doubtfully.
Dean shrugs again, and Sam's gaze swings back down to the red pendulum swinging between Dean's strong legs. He gulps and swallows hard, suddenly completely uncertain which he wants to gnaw on first. "Hey," his brother protests, "the food was great! It was some diner somewhere, but the damn breakfast sandwiches -- Oh man! And can that Blondie chick cook!" Dean whistled.
Sam was still standing completely stone cold still when Dean turned around, took a loaf of the bread, and began slicing it open. "So, I figured, why not waste a little time and money and get us a proper breakfast? Fresh bacon and eggs on top of this bread I whipped up. Hmm mmm! It's gonna be good! Proper breakfast oughta'll help us kick Demon ass even better, huh?"
He jumped, his shoulders slamming back into Sam's, as his brother suddenly wrapped his large hands around Dean's cock. "Damn, Sammy! Give a guy a warning, will ya?!"
"I could tell you the same thing," Sam murmured, before biting Dean's ear lobe.
"I could've dropped the bread!" Dean whined, but it was all in fun. Sammy could hear Dean's grin in his voice and knew his brother was as happy and relieved, and perhaps even thankful, as he was that they had made it through last night. It had been the closest call they'd had in a while, but here they were, alive and clearly thriving the next morning.
"That would've been a shame," Sam growled playfully. He moved one hand from Dean as he ground his own jean-clad member into his lover's buttocks. He started to grab the loaf, but to his surprise, Dean smacked him with it.
"Remove the jeans first, sunshine," he ordered, sliding away from Sammy's hold. "Then we'll talk."
For a change, Sam did exactly at his brother ordered, shedding his clothes in record time. He stepped back up to Dean completely nude and grabbed the bread and his brother all at one time. Jerking Dean closer to him, he ripped a chunk of piping hot bread off with his teeth. They moaned in unison. "Oh, yeah!" Dean groaned, his throbbing, eager flesh filling Sammy's hand. "Perfect morning!"
"Feed the cook first," he suddenly ordered, lifting Sammy with seemingly no effort -- he was straining under Sam's weight and length but would never admit it to his younger brother -- and carrying him to the counter. "We're gonna rock this place like rock stars."
"What?" Sam asked, ripping off another huge bite of bread. "Are we gonna tear it all down?"
"I'm gonna tear this counter down," Dean announced, turning around and lifting Sammy's legs over his shoulders, "and I'm gonna tear you up." He leaned up and thrust himself onto his brother, even as Sammy reached behind him and grabbed a piece of bacon.
The End
Author: Katya Starling
Fandom: Supernatural
Characters/Pairing: Dean/Sam
Rating: NC-17/AO
Challenge/Prompt: All Bingo: Food Fest: Wild Card
Word Count: 884
Date Written: 14 March 2020
Warnings: None
Summary: Dean and Sam actually get to share a good morning for a change.
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to their rightful owners, not the author, and are used without permission.
Sizzling bacon pulls at Sam's nostrils. First one widens in appreciation of the smell; then the right one follows suit. Dean grins at his little brother, watching his eyelids begin to flutter, and starts cracking eggs. He splats one against the counter. Sam still doesn't open his eyes. "What? Do I have to start singing Bon Jovi or something to wake you up, sleepy head?"
"No." Sam's voice croaks as he answers. He sniffles, then rubs his eyes and finally blinks blearily at Dean. "Surprised you're actually cooking this morning."
"You know better'n that, Sammy." Dean holds his hands up as though indicating the room around them. "Can't help it we don't often get a kitchen." His voice and hands drop as he grumbles, "Or have the money or time to get proper ingredients."
"What's that smell?" Sam asks, his nose twitching again.
"Bacon, dumb ass."
"No -- "
"Eggs?"
"No -- "
"The beer you dropped on yourself last night?"
"No."
Dean turns suddenly and walks from behind the counter. Sam's throat tightens, and he begins to sweat as he watches Dean move toward the stove, completely naked. His lover bends down, presenting him with firm, bare buttcheeks, as he checks the oven.
But in the very next moment, Sam's tempted to forget all about Dean's nakedness as he brings a tray out of the stove. Piping, hot bread, with a cheesy, herbal top beckons Sam and makes his mouth water even more than it already was at the sight of Dean. Finally, he gets to his feet, but he's still looking uncertainly at his brother.
He shakes his head and scratches his long hair. Slowly beginning to walk closer to the kitchenette area, he questions suspiciously, "To what do I owe this pleasure?"
"What? Me in the buff?" Dean whirls around, and Sam's gaze can't help dropping to his hard, swollen dick. Dean shrugs. "It's hot. We ain't gotta leave yet, and you were hot cold."
Sam definitely isn't cold at all right now, but his eyes again trail back to the bread now glistening from the top of the stove behind Dean as his stomach growls its protests. It's demanding he feed himself first while also reassuring him that there will be plenty of time for sex later. "Bread, bacon, eggs -- "
Dean shrugs. "I was dreaming about food when I woke up. We'd stopped in some place, and Dagwood, Blondie, Scooby, and Shaggy were all there."
Sam doesn't pretend his brother's not nuts as he eyes him doubtfully.
Dean shrugs again, and Sam's gaze swings back down to the red pendulum swinging between Dean's strong legs. He gulps and swallows hard, suddenly completely uncertain which he wants to gnaw on first. "Hey," his brother protests, "the food was great! It was some diner somewhere, but the damn breakfast sandwiches -- Oh man! And can that Blondie chick cook!" Dean whistled.
Sam was still standing completely stone cold still when Dean turned around, took a loaf of the bread, and began slicing it open. "So, I figured, why not waste a little time and money and get us a proper breakfast? Fresh bacon and eggs on top of this bread I whipped up. Hmm mmm! It's gonna be good! Proper breakfast oughta'll help us kick Demon ass even better, huh?"
He jumped, his shoulders slamming back into Sam's, as his brother suddenly wrapped his large hands around Dean's cock. "Damn, Sammy! Give a guy a warning, will ya?!"
"I could tell you the same thing," Sam murmured, before biting Dean's ear lobe.
"I could've dropped the bread!" Dean whined, but it was all in fun. Sammy could hear Dean's grin in his voice and knew his brother was as happy and relieved, and perhaps even thankful, as he was that they had made it through last night. It had been the closest call they'd had in a while, but here they were, alive and clearly thriving the next morning.
"That would've been a shame," Sam growled playfully. He moved one hand from Dean as he ground his own jean-clad member into his lover's buttocks. He started to grab the loaf, but to his surprise, Dean smacked him with it.
"Remove the jeans first, sunshine," he ordered, sliding away from Sammy's hold. "Then we'll talk."
For a change, Sam did exactly at his brother ordered, shedding his clothes in record time. He stepped back up to Dean completely nude and grabbed the bread and his brother all at one time. Jerking Dean closer to him, he ripped a chunk of piping hot bread off with his teeth. They moaned in unison. "Oh, yeah!" Dean groaned, his throbbing, eager flesh filling Sammy's hand. "Perfect morning!"
"Feed the cook first," he suddenly ordered, lifting Sammy with seemingly no effort -- he was straining under Sam's weight and length but would never admit it to his younger brother -- and carrying him to the counter. "We're gonna rock this place like rock stars."
"What?" Sam asked, ripping off another huge bite of bread. "Are we gonna tear it all down?"
"I'm gonna tear this counter down," Dean announced, turning around and lifting Sammy's legs over his shoulders, "and I'm gonna tear you up." He leaned up and thrust himself onto his brother, even as Sammy reached behind him and grabbed a piece of bacon.
The End
