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Anger Management
Originally Published Oct 17, 2022
The only sounds inside the impala were the sounds of the car on the road and Sam’s harsh breathing as he sat in the passenger seat working himself into a fine rage. Pushing the cassette into the player Dean hoped some classic rock could break the oppressive mood but Sam just reached over and ejected the cassette before it even had a chance to play. Yep, the kid was pissed. Well, Dean thought, not really a kid anymore. More like a towering sasquatch.
Sam and Dean had been hunting together for a couple years on their own and between helping to raise Sam plus the extraordinary amount of time they spent together there wasn’t much Dean didn’t know about the kid. Right now Sam was working himself up to confront Dean again about his refusal to fight the deal he’d made to save Sam by selling his soul to hell.
Unable to live with Sam’s death in Cold Oak Dean made a deal at the crossroads and was given one year before his soul was forfeit to hell. The weeks were passing without Dean trying to find a way out because part of his agreement was if he wiggled free then Sam died again and no way was he taking that risk, so he had no intention of fighting it. Instead, he spent his time trying to have the best time he could with women, alcohol, and killing monsters. Sometimes riling his brother up helped too, although tonight he hadn’t even tried but Sam was just spoiling for a fight.
Sam carried a lot of anger inside him but hid it behind a pretty good façade most of the time. Their lives hadn’t been easy and Sam and their dad had butted against each other since the kid hit his teenage years and started to rebel against their father’s rules and hunting. Sam managed to break free and go to Stanford but Dean dragged him back into the life when their Dad suddenly went missing. A lot had happened since then and Sam no longer tried to break away from hunting, especially after their father died. Instead, he threw himself into life on the road with Dean and they were now a pretty great team, at least as far as Dean was concerned.
But as in all relationships there were issues. This one didn’t have a compromise to work out because Sam’s life was more important than anything to Dean, even his own soul, not that said brother was happy about the situation. Dean understood Sam’s grievance but there was nothing he was willing to do to risk the consequence of losing his brother again. Therefore, Sam simmered, trying to force Dean to act, to help save himself. Tonight it looked like the simmering was about to boil over.
Dean sighed into the darkened interior of the car and glanced again at his brother’s angry face. Letting out a long sigh Dean knew he was going to have to deal with this before Sam would be able to settle down and get a few needed hours of rest. This so wasn’t the night he’d been hoping to have with some beer and maybe a girl or two.
Pulling up to the motel they’d been staying at Sam stomped out of the car, slamming the door before Dean even had Baby shut off. Rolling his eyes he got out to follow his brother inside their temporary home in their latest crappy motel. Flipping on the light he saw the room was exactly as they left it; burgundy drapes and bedding, tan walls, two queen beds, a table with two chairs, a tv on a small dresser, luggage stand and the door to the washroom on the right.
Sam stopped in the middle of the room, his back to his brother, chest heaving with his huffing breaths. When Sam got like this there were usually two methods that could work to calm him, one was to give him space, maybe throw out a joke or two to lighten the mood but otherwise just let him be. However, this looked like it was going to go the other way where Sam needed to let the anger out. When he was like this Dean would pick a fight and give him something to rage against and burn off all that excess negative energy. Tonight he didn’t even have to start the argument since the situation was doing that on its own. Setting his features into a scowl he growled at his brother’s back.
“What the hell’s eating you?” As if he didn’t know, Dean thought.
Sam swung around with an incredulous look, stomped the two steps it took to reach his brother, and gave him a shove that knocked Dean back a step. Yep, definitely spoiling for a fight.
“What the fuck Sammy?” He growled again, waiting for Sam’s reaction and hoping he didn’t end up with too many bruises after this.
“You son of a bitch!” Sam spit out. “You know exactly what’s wrong and what you have to do to fix it.” The younger man snarled.
“Sorry Sammy, but this is the one thing I can’t do for you. Anything else you know I will, but not this!” he said with a little anger of his own but putting even more heat in his voice to give Sam something to fight against.
Sam stepped forward and shoved his brother again, this time Dean hit the table with his backside and almost knocked a chair over. He took two steps forward and pushed his brother just as hard so that Sam stumbled backwards. Dean could see the building rage on his brother’s strong features.
Sam’s intense dark eyes bore into Dean’s and he again surged forward, slamming his hands into the shorter man’s shoulder’s, pushing him back hard enough that Dean almost fell. Fuck, the kid had gotten strong. Dean was well aware that Sam started running and exercising in his late teens as a way to deal with his anger at their father and their life. Then during his Stanford days he’d added weights and strength training so that he how sported a pretty great physique with rippling muscles, and as Dean was finding, quite a bit of strength. Of course, the younger brother also had a good three or so inches on Dean in height. Not that Dean was a lightweight or shrimp, just that Sammy was a damn giant as Dean often liked to tease him.
Dean staggered back a step as it looked like Sam was about to push him again but the kid grabbed the front of his shirt and brought him close instead. Dean could see the different colours in Sammy’s hazel eyes and the angry red staining his skin as the other man’s breath hissed in and out.
“Fight, damn it,” Sam spat at Dean. “FIGHT!” For a minute Dean thought his brother was really going to try to beat the shit out of him. That was definitely what the expression on Sam’s face was saying. But instead Sam suddenly pulled him closer and slammed his lips against Dean’s startled ones.
What the fuck, where the hell had this come from? Sam pulled back, shock all over his face and Dean could see he had no idea why he’d done that either. But then there was something else in Sam’s eyes and damn if he didn’t slam his lips back against Dean’s, moving against them with a demanding pressure.
Holy shit Sammy was kissing him!
Having no idea why, Dean found his lips moving in response. Sam still had a hold of Dean’s shirt with one hand while the other snaked around the back of Dean’s head to pull him even closer. Dean’s own hands went to Sam’s shoulders, digging in to the point Sam would likely have bruises.
The kiss continued. Mouths pulling and pushing at each other, tongues duelling and rubbing, teeth purposefully scraping a tongue, a lip, the skin around the others mouth. Sam’s anger was raging with a newfound passionate outlet and Dean couldn’t help but respond in some sort of primal way. Sam moved his head, nipping and kissing across Dean’s cheek. Sinking his teeth into Dean’s soft ear lobe he elicited a yelp and a moan from Dean.
Dean’s hands moved down over his brother’s warm body. Down his chest, his side, kneading at his muscles, and settling on his hips in a tight grip. Not to be left out Sam’s hands fiercely roamed Dean’s back, grabbing and pulling, digging his nails into the cotton covered skin, then pulling the fabric up, forcing the older brother to lift his arms while Sam rid him of his flannel and the tee underneath.
Sam’s hands were now directly on Dean’s skin and it was like they were burning a path wherever they roamed. Dean yanked on his brother’s hips, smashing their pelvises together and more importantly, rubbing their denim clad erections against each other. They both let out startled gasps but neither pulled away. In fact, they were now grinding against each other as if they couldn’t get enough of the new sensations.
Without moving his hips back at all, Sam leaned back and quickly pulled off his own shirt and dragged Dean close again. Skin hit skin and hands dug into each other with enough strength to cause pain, but neither seemed to care.
Letting out a ragged moan Sam started working on the side of Dean’s neck with that firm mouth of his, while Dean’s hands settled on his brother’s ass, pulling him even closer and digging his fingers into the denim. Not content with the layers between them Sam reached down and caught the button to Dean’s jeans, pulling it open and the zipper down in one quick movement. Taking the opportunity Dean nipped Sam’s shoulder with his teeth and felt the shiver run down the other man’s body.
God this was hot, Dean thought while letting out a deep moan. He wouldn’t let the other thoughts that were swimming around in the back of his mind take shape, choosing instead to focus and the passion he couldn’t believe he was feeling right now.
Sam had worked Dean’s jeans down his hips and bent to push them further down, letting his face rub against the dick that was straining to break free of the last bit of fabric covering it. Using his feet to step on and pull the pants off Dean kicked them to the side, digging his hands into Sam’s hair and forcefully pulling it into his fists.
Sam moaned and bit the inside of Dean’s thigh in return, causing him to cry out. Sam grabbed Dean’s boxers and roughly pulled them free of his erection and down over his hips, letting them fall to the floor as he ran his tongue up Dean’s throbbing shaft.
“Fuck!” Dean rasped, stunned at how incredible Sam’s hot tongue felt on him.
Sam glanced up, “Not yet but soon.” Dean’s cock twitched and throbbed. God that sounded good, he thought, not even knowing what exactly his brother meant.
Sam quickly stood and rushed over to his duffle, grabbing a bottle of lube, and was back touching Dean before he even had time to peel off his socks. Sam paused to take in his brother’s nakedness, eyes darkening even more with some unfamiliar but arousing expression.
Wrapping his arms around the younger man Dean needed to feel his brother’s hot skin as Sam pushed him back against the table behind him, kissing him with abandon as he did so. Dean’s hand worked its way into the hair at the back of Sam’s head again, grabbing it in his fist and loving the soft feel against his calloused hand, which caused another nip on his bottom lip from Sam. Dean moaned his pleasure as his brother whispered into his cheek “so hot Dean, so fucking hot” then nipped the skin there as well.
Dean rubbed his bare cock up against Sam’s jean clad one again while trying to undo his brother’s pants. Sam pushed his hands away, “Not yet” he said as he began to lower his big lumbering body until he was on his knees in front of Dean’s pulsating cock.
Dean looked down at the top of his brother’s head, pulling words from a mouth that had gone suddenly dry “have you… have you done this before?” Dean asked, thinking Sam seemed quite experienced and sure of what he was doing.
Sam looked up and smiled for probably the first time all night, “No, but trust me, I’m a fast learner” and with that he licked the tip before opening his mouth and sucking in just the head of Dean’s hard cock.
A moan of pure pleasure was ripped from Dean, followed by a growled, “fuck Sammy, fuck” then he felt his brother smile against his dick before taking it inside his mouth once more.
Sam had definitely been right, Dean thought, as his brother quickly figured out what he was doing. Using his hands to pump and working the top with his tongue and mouth, then suddenly opening and sucking half way down the shaft just to pull up and do it again.
Dean was panting, trying to shove air in and out of his lungs. He grabbed the back of Sam’s head and pushed while Sam sucked. This time Sam hollowed his checks, relaxed his throat and slid almost to the bottom of Dean’s thick cock, his hand keeping him from going too far. Starting to lose control Dean pulled his hips back and slammed himself forward into his brother’s waiting mouth and got only a small choking sound. Somehow Sam seemed to have been ready and again took his length and this time took control back by pushing Dean hard against the table and finding a rhythm pumping the cock in and out of his very wet mouth.
“Damn it Sam, I’m gonna cum” Dean moaned. But Sammy didn’t stop, in fact he sped up, choking but not stopping, making Dean lose it completely. He let out a strangled yell and pumped himself into his brother’s waiting mouth, feeling him lick and suck until every last drop was out.
Dean’s muscles went limp and Sam had to grab him as the other man got to his feet with a satisfied smirk on his face. Sam captured his mouth into another hard kiss but it wasn’t as punishing as their earlier one. Those huge hands rubbed against Dean’s skin, warming and kneading it.
“My turn now big brother.” Sam growled against Dean’s mouth.
Looking down at his brother’s heavy cock sticking up through his opened fly, Dean reached out and freed it from both Sam’s jeans and boxer briefs, taking in the large size as he began to rub it. Dean was very surprised to find he liked the feel of sliding it through his hands as he began to pump it. Even more than that he liked the noises his brother was making in the back of his throat.
However, Sam pulled Dean’s hand away. “Not like this Dean.” He said before he flipped Dean around, pushing him down over the table and exposing his naked ass. Sam grabbed the lube bottle and squirted it on his fingers, then held the older man down with one massive hand as he used the other to spread Dean’s cheeks and rim his hole with a wet finger.
Dean let out a startled yelp at the unfamiliar feeling. He was certainly shocked by his brother’s dominating behaviour but was also finding it a turn on. Usually, Dean always felt the need to be in control and Sam had often called him a control freak. But right now he wasn’t feeling that, he was content to see what Sam was going to do next and was actually feeling a little twitching of his own as his brother rubbed his fingers against Dean’s very virgin ass hole.
Another startled yelp was ripped from Dean when Sam inserted first one, then two, fingers and started to work him open. Sam was sliding them in and out and then making circles and Dean found that while there was definitely some pain, there was also another sensation, something he hadn’t felt before that he wanted more of. Dean started pushing back against his brother’s fingers, biting his lip to keep in his needy moan’s. He felt more heat pooling in his gut as well as more burn at the insertion of a third finger. This pleasure pain was unlike anything Dean had ever felt before.
“Come on Sammy, I’m ready.” Dean panted.
Fuck that felt good. Dean was openly moaning now, unable to keep it in, and he could feel Sam rubbing his cock against his hip as Sam’s right hand continued to work Dean’s ass with a sureness like they had been doing this for years, not for the first time. There was such a feeling of rightness which would freak Dean out if he allowed himself to dwell on it, but he just pushed it aside and focused on the incredible sensations Sam was creating.
Dean slid his arm down the table so that he could reach under and replace Sam’s hand with his own on his growing cock. He heard Sam give a dark chuckle at this and must have figured Dean was ready. Withdrawing his fingers Sam again grabbed the lube bottle and squirted a generous amount onto his huge dick. Dean could hear him spreading it around then felt as something very large pushed up against his hole. He might not know exactly how this would feel but figured he was going to enjoy this so it was a bit of a shock when Sam pushed into his body and a tearing pain shot though him. Two fingers did not equate to Sam’s huge dick apparently since his ass was on fire!
Gasping and panting as the pain started to subside, sweat beaded on Dean’s forehead. He felt his brother’s body move but not into him any further, instead it was to lean over him and reach around to take Dean’s dropped dick into his own hands that were slick with lube.
“You okay?” Sam breathed out. Dean could hear the worry in Sam’s voice but also the strain as he held himself back.
“Y-Yeah, just um, just need a sec. It’s good though.” Dean tried to get out through gritted teeth.
Sam started rubbing and pulling at Dean’s cock which helped the older man relax more and more. As Sam worked Dean could feel his partially softened cock getting interested in the proceedings again. Dean’s mind swirled with passion and a little residual pain but he knew he wanted more so he pushed back, trying to take more of Sam into hm.
Hearing Sam’s moan Dean repeated the movement until he had his brother fully sheathed. “Come on Sammy, give it to me!” He dared. Dean felt so full in a strange new way but had to admit it felt amazing. Like really amazing. Sam let go of his dick and straightened himself back up, starting to move slowly within Dean’s body.
Grabbing a hold of himself again Dean tried to match his movements to his brother’s as Sam would slowly withdraw, then quickly push in. Pushing his face into the cool tabletop Dean moaned deeply and was feeling the pressure inside him building again. Sam was pumping more furiously now, no longer being gentle as Dean pushed up to meet each thrust, moaning out his pleasure in tune to his brother’s deep groans.
“Oh fuck, Dean.” Sam gasped. “N-never felt anything like this. So… so good.”
They were both sweaty and panting, eyes glazed with the building pleasure, almost in agony with the need for fulfillment and still Sam pumped, smashing himself so hard into his brother he was pushing him back and forth on the table and slamming it into the wall.
The table now banging into the wall was creating a loud thumping noise and Dean had no idea if the room on the other side was occupied or not but he really didn’t give a shit. The only thing he cared about at the moment was what his gorgeous baby brother was doing to his very receptive body.
Dean was pumping his hand, gliding over the wet shaft, pulling in time to each thrust of Sam’s hips and just as he knew he couldn’t take anymore he heard Sam’s yell and felt him pump furiously as he came. Dean gave a few more hard pumps of his dick and felt his own intense orgasm wash over him. His body clamped down on Sam’s cock even harder as Sam continued to milk every bit of his orgasm with his brother’s tight ass before finally collapsing onto Dean’s back.
Sam lay over Dean’s bent body, both men trying to catch their breath, find some sort of strength to stand, to move apart, but neither really seemed to put much effort into it. Dean did cross his arms under his head so his face wasn’t mashed into the table anymore and Sam finally let out a long sigh and pulled himself free.
Dean actually felt a little empty without Sammy inside him and had the urge to push him back in. But seeing Sam’s dick limply hanging he admitted that wasn’t going to happen, at least not yet anyway. Dean knew he had every intention of doing this again… tonight if possible. Probably tomorrow too.
Sam grabbed a shirt off the floor and wiped Dean’s hand off before using it on himself, then walked over to the nearest bed and flopped back onto it, watching with warmth on his face as Dean followed and lay down next to him.
“Feeling better?” Dean asked
Sam turned to him and grinned “Yeah, a lot”
“Well then I guess we’ve found a new way to work out your anger” Dean smiled back, eyes sparking with joy and a deep satisfaction.
“Yeah, I’d definitely say so” Sam winked and Dean just gazed at the relaxed and happy expression on his brother’s face he hadn’t seen in a long time.
Grabbing hold of the larger man Dean brought him into his arms so that they were on their sides, spooning.
“Feel free to get mad again later, Bitch” Dean said then sighed as he closed his eyes.
“Love you too Dean” Sam replied and also relaxed into a peaceful sleep.
End.