Supernatural One Shots

When It Gets Cold (Wincest)

It was too cold. Way too cold. Sam shivered and rubbed his arms along his sides. He'd been promised coffee and yet there was still no hot beverage in his hands. So he was left shivering in Impala, Dean off doing things that were of only mild relevance to Sam at the moment. He rubbed his palms together and exhaled sharply, brows pulled together as the car door opened and his brother slipped inside, letting in another cold gust of air. Sam all but cringed when he felt it. Sometimes he wished his hair was longer so at least his neck would stay warm. Either way, he seemed to not be getting any warmer. How irritating. " How was the trip? Take you all of forever and a day?" He snapped, the cold making him edgy. The Impala only provided so much heat really, and he swore that that sound was his teeth chattering. But then again, maybe it was something else and the tension in his lower back and jaw was just a side effect of it being so late and so eerily quiet.
It was a cold night as Dean made his track back to the impala, hot beverages in each hand. To be quite honest, the '67 Chevy was old and the heat wasn't as good as it used to be, so he hoped these drinks would work. "Yea yea, don't bitch, I'm back aren't i?" He said a little to harshly than he meant and handed over the drink.
Sam rolled his eyes and took the coffee, swallowing some down regardless of its temperature. He did flinch as it burned his tongue a little at the first touch but let it go afterwards. He felt a bit better, a little more awake. But aside from that, he was still jittery. Still frowning out the window and his lower back was still tense. He didn't say anything and just took in more of the coffee, exhaling a warm breath.
Dean began to gulp his drink greedily, but cursed when it burned his tongue. 'I don't care.' He thought and finished off his coffee. Even the coffee didn't seem to help, so he scooted over slightly and smushed his side into the others side, hoping for some kind of warmth.
Sam looked down and sighed, putting an arm around Dean and rubbing his bicep briefly before setting the coffee down minutely and exhaling warm air down his shirt. So at least he'd be a bit warm. He yawned and looked to the back seat. " We should really invest in a blanket. Pretty sure you can get good cheap ones at a drug store..." Sam murmured.
"We can get it later. I-I am not going back out into that cold." He stammered and nuzzled into Sam's neck, inhaling his scent. After a minute or two, Dean still felt like he was becoming a frozen hunter by the minute, so he decided to do something that would hopefully warm them both up. The eldest Winchester sat up and faced his brother, he leaned in and kissed his brother on the lips.
" Neither am I. Not even opening the door." Sam grumbled, carding his fingers through Dean's hair and leaning into the leather back of the seats. When Dean kissed him, Sam just relaxed, content, feeling the tension bleed away from his back and his jaw. He pressed back, hand slipping under Dean's jacket and under his shirts, smiling when his cold hand met Dean's warm skin.
Dean tensed at Sam's cold hand and gasped. Soon, he got used to the others hand and climbed into Sam's lap. When he was settled into his brothers lap, Dean ran his tongue along Sam's bottom lip, wanting entrance so badly.
The corner of Sam's mouth twitched upward as Dean clambered up onto him and slid the second hand past the layers of fabric. With a decent amount of enthusiasm, he kissed Dean again, casually letting Dean in and sweeping his tongue into his brother's mouth.
Sam's taste, coffee, toothpaste, and just Sam was very addicting, and he couldn't help but moan and press against his brother. Dean soon broke the kiss and began to leave a trail of open mouthed kisses down his jaw and too his neck.
He let his hands slide down, still along the warm skin, down to Dean's lower back and soon down, to where his boxers were /supposed/ to be. He chuckled, kneading that one part of Dean that had heads turning, turning his nose into Dean's hair. " Really? Commando, in this weather?" He murmured, scratching his fingernails along Dean's ass.
"Just for you baby boy." He murmured against Sam's neck and began to suck a bruise. As Sam scratched his ass, Dean moaned rather loudly and let his hips grind down on Sam's own hips.
" How sweet." Sam purred, rolling his own hips up to meet Dean's, knowing there would be a rather visible mark on his neck by the time Dean was done. So he moved his hands back and yanked on Dean's jeans, wanting them off.
"Isn't someone eager?" He purred in that deep low voice he used to seduce anyone out of their pants. But, Dean was in a mood for teasing, so he sat up and slipped off his layers of shirts as slow as humanly possible.
" It's freezing and you're the only good source of heat the moment. I'm very eager." Sam smirked, but relished in that deep voice all the same, leaning up to minute bite onto Dean's jugular. Not hard enough to hurt him, but to let him know that he was his. He moved back however, rolling his eyes at the slow strip-tease. " You done, Magic Mike?" Sam smiled, trailing a finger along Dean's stomach.
Dean smirked and moved his mouth to Sam's clothes chest, biting at the already hard nipple. "We are far from done." Dean purred against Sam's chest as he pulled at it's hem wanting the bothersome thing off.
" I must be so luck then. Free show and all." Sam snickered, kissing Dean's forehead softly before shrugging his own tops off. The cold air still hit him hard and he hissed, wrapping his arms around Dean fora moment to just get that heat back.
Dean licked around Sam's chest, savoring the salty taste of his skin and felt heat pool in his groin. "I see someone happy to see me." He purred and palmed at Sam's erection.
" Like you aren't." Sam rolled his eyes, yanking Dean back onto his lap and pulling the elder Winchester's jeans all the way off. It'd be a bitch getting them back on when they were done but...oh whatever. Sam tilted his head up, biting at Dean's collarbone, lightly kneading at his inner thighs.
"Oh Sam. I get all tingly when you take charge." Dean moaned out and threw his head back in pure ecstacy, enjoying every minute of their encounter. The eldest Winchester clawed at Sam's biceps and began to kiss at the others neck.
Sam just hummed around Dean's collarbone, pausing for a minute to open the glove compartment and fish out lube. He stared down at it for a minute. Something obviously flavored stared at him in the dim light and he sighed, uncapping the bottle and getting a generous amount onto his hand. It felt cold as he applied it to himself but figured it wouldn't matter soon. " You need me to prep you?" He asked, free hand set at Dean's ass, gripping.
"With that size? Yes, do prep me." He whispered into the others ear, nipping at his ear gently before kissing behind his ear. He groaned as Sam's hand gripped at his ass, you see Dean had always dreamed of Sam doing this to him.
Moving the other hand away, Sam took his time, sliding a finger into Dean as he pressed an open-mouthed kiss to his shoulder, inhaling a scent that was purely Dean. It was surprisingly sweet for someone like Dean. But still amazing, in Sam's biased opinion. He slid the digit in and out slowly before just as carefully inserting a second.
"Oh baby that feels good." He purred and lightly bit down on Sam's shoulder, loving the feeling he felt at the moment.
Sam just hummed softly, taking things slowly and adding a third finger with time. " Let me know when you're ready." He murmured, kissing Dean's cheekbone.
Dean relished in the moment, loving the feeling of being fucked on Sam's fingers, but soon he wanted to begin for real so he looked at his brothers beautiful carmak eyes,"I'm ready."
" 'kay." Sam slid the fingers out reluctantly, kissing at Dean's chest as he positioned him above just at the right angle. The Impala only provided so much room. Closing his eyes and biting around Dean's collarbone again, Sam moved his hips up, moaning as he sunk into Dean all the way to the hilt.
Dean screamed out in pleasure and began to bounce on Sam's dick, moaning and screaming Sam's name. "Oh baby boy you feel so good." He moaned out and bounced faster.
Sam hissed at first as Dean started moving, but soon, it was too good to nit go along. Dean seemed quite fine. So he just gripped his hips tightly, fingertips bruising as he slammed up into him, marking every inch of Dean.
Dean made noises that were loud and pornagraphic as the impala rocked with the force of each thrust but he didn't care, it felt so good as he felt the familiar coiling feeling in his stomach,"Sammy, I'm gonna cummm."
Sam looked up, heat building in his own stomach as he quickened the pace, pushing in deeper and right up into Dean's prostate. He pressed his mouth to Dean's temple, his voice low. A tone that Dean used often but Sam only did when he really did want Dean to cream his pants. He used that one. " Go ahead."
That voice, that voice so low and sexy, it sent Dean hurdling over the edge as he came, ribbons of white coating Sam's chest and his own stomach.
Sam's face was only a little smug, only for a second before he felt his climax hit him, deep into Dean as he wrapped an arm around him and pressed him as close as humanely possible.
Dean panted and nuzzled himself into Sam's neck, basking in the after glow of the sexual encounter. He pressed light kisses to the others neck as he caught his breath.
Sam smiled, chest heaving as he kissed into Dean's temple, feeling his heart beating through his palm. He didn't have his voice back yet, but he leaned into Dean, making a small sound of content, not sliding out just yet.
Dean still felt Sam inside of him, and to be honest, he didn't want to move from the spot. Just lay there, warm and content in the arms of the one he loves.
Sam leaned back into the leather seat and exhaled, closing his eyes against Dean's shoulder. After a while, he looked up at him, though he felt like someone had poured cement into his veins. " De?" He murmured, just barely above a whisper.
"Yes Sammy?" Dean managed to say and opened his eyes slightly to meet his brothers gaze.
" Love you." Sam smiled sleepily, tilting his chin up to give Dean quite possible one of the most sentimental, sweet, loving kisses he'd ever given anyone in his lifetime.
Dean smiled and kissed back, but as fate would have it, he soon needed to breath," I love you too." He said slightly sluggish and buried his head into the others chest
Considering tonight a good night, even though it started horribly, Sam just wound his arms around Dean, kissing his cheek lightly before draping his larger jacket around them both and closing his eyes.
Dean hummed contently and closed his eyes once more, falling asleep in his brothers arms.
Sam gave up trying to stay awake, and because everything was locked and they were safely inside, Sam yawned heavily and tucked his face into Dean's neck, following suit.

((This is an Role Play with @SoManipulative thanks for the awesome rp!!))