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dime_lioraTitle: The Hoard
Author: dimeliora
Fandom: SPN
Wordcount: 4169
Rating: NC-17
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Summary: Sam learns the true meaning of hoarding.
Sam has a variety of issues with his brother.
They’ve been hunting practically their whole lives and Dean still believes that he has to protect Sam. Despite the fact that Sam is taller than Dean in their human forms and about double his size in their scales.
He makes Sam fly behind him when they’re traveling, he makes Sam take the higher cave to make it harder for enemies to reach him, and he insists that any time a dragon slayer arrives Sam hang back while Dean handles it.
And sure, Sam has no problem with wiping out monsters but a small issue with going after the humans that come for them because they don’t understand them. That doesn’t mean Sam can’t do it if it means protecting his brother.
If it comes down to killing someone who has good intentions or losing Dean than Sam will pick the first one every time.
But his biggest issue is Dean’s behavior towards his hoard.
Sure, traditionally dragons collect gems and gold and virgins. But that sort of collection has become the kind of thing that only wrinkled old dragons with wasted wings hunker over as they lure every greedy adventurer in the world.
Modern dragons like Sam and Dean have learned that it’s best to hoard things that you’re passionate about, but that don’t bring swords and lances slamming into your sides.
Sam has seen all sorts of hoards. It’s important to pick something you have room for that is easily collectable and not terribly valuable. Sam’s hoard, for example, is made up entirely of books. Once a week he travels to new cities, changes to his human form, and wanders through little local bookshops picking anything that catches his eye and makes his mouth water.
Then he takes them back, carefully stacks them in their area of the cave hoard room, and goes about his life. Which includes hunting down and killing monsters, saving people, and making sure everything is neatly organized in his hoard.
Oh. And Dean.
Who is, admittedly, more important than the hoard, but infinitely more complicated. Because on top of everything that Dean does including ignoring Sam’s ability to protect himself Dean has picked the world’s most complicated and stupid hoard.
And Sam can’t stand it.
They’re in Minnesota now, chasing a shapeshifter that’s been moving through the country acting as a very efficient and uncatchable Black Widow. Dean is schmoozing his way through a bar trying to round up some money because someone accidentally torched their suits while drunk and they have nothing to wear to the wedding.
Sam is sitting at the bar, reading while he drinks, when he hears the fight start. He turns to see two guys crowding up on Dean with pool cues as a woman stares at him in horror clutching the cause of the fight to her chest.
The legends explain that dragons collect treasures. They never detail the compulsion attached to it. Sam doesn’t necessarily want to buy all the books he owns, he just needs them. He walks through the store and sees a book he needs.
Dean, on the other hand, is obsessed with mix tapes and CDs. And apparently this lady had one out in her booth, probably a gift from one of the two burly biker looking men that Dean is getting ready to fight, and Dean’s compulsion led him to try to pinch it.
Sam’s seen this fight before.
But while Dean’s eyes are darting back and forth between the fighters and the CD the woman is clutching he’s missing the guy slipping up behind him. Sam picks up his beer bottle, feels the weight of it, and then throws it past Dean’s head and right into the skull of the guy about to hit his brother from behind. Then he launches himself from the barstools and takes on one biker while Dean fights the other.
They brawl. Fists flying, Sam catching a pool cue to the side as he tries to keep a chokehold on the guy in front of him. And then Dean is there pulling the other guy away and punching him into submission while Sam slowly lowers the guy he’s choking to the ground.
Sirens ring in the distance and Sam rushes Dean out and strips in the alley getting ready to change. Dean waggles his eyebrows at Sam as he does the same. It would be funny, lend to the adrenaline pumping through Sam’s veins, if not for the mix CD Dean is clutching. The one he probably collected while Sam was getting hit in the ribs with a pool cue.
They lift up into the air together, wings pumping, and then ride the thermals to the edge of town before settling down in the woods. Dean shifts back first and drops the CD on top of his clothes before turning to Sam.
“That was great! You were awesome in there! Did you see that guy go down when you hit him with the bottle?”
Sam feels his resolve crumble in the face of Dean’s energy.
“Yeah, I saw him. Sneaky asshole was trying to sucker punch you.”
Dean nods and then steps forward, eyes narrowing and fingers tracing along Sam’s ribs.
“Oh shit Sam. You let them hit you in the ribs? Do you know how dangerous that was? This is why I don’t want you jumping into stuff like that. You hesitate too much and then-“
“Excuse you? I hesitate too much? You were off stealing that cheap CD!”
“It’s not cheap!”
Dean’s offended, and Sam knows why. Hoard is treasure. It’s precious.
But Dean’s hoard just happens to be cheap and stupid.
“Yeah Dean. It certainly is. That’s just some random Memorex CD with who knows what music on it. You don’t even listen to these things! Why the hell would you put us both in danger to get it? How are we gonna get the suits now? We’re lucky they didn’t see us change and fly!”
Dean’s face falters, falls, and then he turns away from Sam and collects everything again.
“I’ll get us suits.”
With that Dean shifts and takes off, wings bowing the trees as he lifts off and leaves.
Sam is awake when Dean staggers his way into the motel room and drops two new suits on the little table before collapsing into the bed by the door.
He doesn’t say a word, waits for the even breathing that indicates his brother is asleep, and then rolls over and watches Dean’s chest rising and falling under the cheap covers. He should have lifted the ban on the credit card scams. He shouldn’t have insulted Dean’s treasure.
But Dean shouldn’t have acted like he couldn’t handle a little bar fight with a couple of drunk humans. Eventually Sam slips out of the bed and joins Dean in his. He turns his brother’s head and kisses him, and Dean wakes up and joins in without a word. Rolls over to be on top of Sam and starts kissing back in earnest.
They press together, Dean’s cool skin rubbing against Sam’s hot as his brother’s rough hands slide up and down his torso. His fingers pinch Sam’s right nipple and Sam gasps into Dean’s mouth as his cock finishes filling up. Sam reaches down and finds Dean’s dick so he can press them together and jerk them both off.
Dean is breathing heavy into the kiss, mouth getting sloppy around his pants as he bucks into Sam’s hand. The feeling of Dean’s skin on his, the friction of their cocks in Sam’s hand, it’s delicious and Sam growls a little and bites Dean’s lower lip. Rides the pleasure as they create enough pre-come together to ease some of the burn and smooth the drag of dry skin on dry skin.
And then Dean’s hands are traveling down, lifting Sam up, and Sam is ready. Dean spits in his hand and rubs it on his cock before pushing into Sam, constant activity removing the need for prep. The stretch is good, slight burn just adding to the pleasure, and a stretch in his thighs as Dean lifts Sam’s legs up and hooks them over his shoulders.
“Fuck Sammy. Fuck. So delicious.”
Sam twists his hips and bears down on Dean to get him in deeper. Rides his brother, arches his back to get better leverage and fucks himself down on Dean happily. When Dean’s fingers seek out Sam’s nipple again he pushes them down and wraps them around his dick.
“Goddamn it Dean. Stroke.”
His brother obeys, getting the tight grip that Sam prefers and then going at it, pace in time with the jerk of his hips and the thrust of his cock.
“You like that Sammy? You like that?”
“Shut up. You know I do. Keep going.”
His brother nips at his chest once before biting into the flesh, and Sam twists and jerks on Dean’s cock to the dual sensations of pleasure and pain.
It doesn’t take long from there for Sam to come, and Dean pumps inside of him until he’s done too. Afterward they curl up in the bed and slide into sleep. Sam holds Dean’s hand until it goes limp and then snuggles backwards into his brother.
Sam is busy checking the stacks when he hears the talking. He steps cautiously out of his cave and looks down the mountain to see the bikers making their way up to Dean’s cave entrance.
He knows, for a fact, that Dean is not in. His brother has gone off hunting, for food this time, and that means his hoard is unprotected. Sam hunches down, prepared to shift, and then stops to think about it.
The focus of a hoard can be changed. Sam is ninety percent certain that Dean just picked his hoard subject based on what was available and wouldn’t mess with Dad’s plans. Maybe this would be a good thing for Dean. Maybe losing some of those goddamn tapes and CDs would inspire Dean to pick something else. Something that didn’t require pissing people off and stacking useless shit everywhere.
A hoard that is worthy of Dean.
So Sam slips back into his cave and listens as the bikers rip through Dean’s hoard cave. As they cart off bags and bags of mix tapes and CDs.
Once they’re gone Sam waits for Dean to come back. His brother touches down with two elk, and Sam meets him there. He plays dumb, helping Dean clean and butcher the elk before shifting back to roast and eat them. Sam sits out on the cliff edge licking his lips and soaking up the sun until he hears Dean cry out.
It’s not what he was expecting.
Sam runs into the cave and finds Dean on his knees, surrounded by broken cases and tapes, shattered CD bits, and drenched in agony. .
Immediately Sam begins to regret his decision.
“Dean? Hey, Dean?”
Sam crouches down and lifts his brother’s face. Wipes the tears gently and tries to find the words.
“Dean?”
“Sammy. They’re gone.”
He pulls Dean in close and leans his brother’s head on his shoulder while rubbing his back.
“It’s ok Dean. It’s ok. I know.”
“Sammy they’re gone!”
It’s like a groan ripped out of Dean’s throat, and Sam wraps Dean tighter into his body and holds him as close as he possibly can.
“It’s ok Dean. It’s ok. We’ll get you a new hoard. We’ll get you something better.”
Dean pushes back, eyes huge and wounded, and Sam rewinds what he said to see if he was insulting. He finds nothing.
“We’ll get you a real hoard. We’ll get you treasure that’s worthy of you.”
His brother is shaking his head, and then he leans forward and grabs Sam’s shirt.
“What did you do?”
Sam swallows, feels his pulse rising and his palms becoming sweaty.
“I just. There were slayers. They came up and took them.”
“And you watched.”
He feels the urge to shift, to back up, but that’s ridiculous because this is Dean.
“Yeah. I. I just figured we could finally get you a real hoard. Something good.”
Dean’s face goes from flabbergasted to angry to blank. He looks around the shattered mess. Bends down and picks up a piece of a tape case. It has a label on. To Dan XOXOXOXO
“It was their fifteenth wedding anniversary. She hated Whitesnake but she made an entire tape of it for him. Because his piece of shit Camaro only had a tape deck. Because she loved him. He listened to it until the tape broke, and then he put it in a box with other things he loved.” Dean picks up a shard of a CD, a heart drawn in red sharpie the only thing left of it. “Her name was Patricia and she loved him more than anything else. She collected all of the songs they had danced to and put them on a CD. He broke up with her the same day, but she kept the CD safe in case he changed his mind.”
Sam watches as Dean carefully puts the pieces down on a shelf and looks around the room. His brother rubs his face briskly and Sam can see the tears.
“You call it junk Sammy, but these things were love. They were little solid pieces of people’s love and they were kept whole and safe. That’s what I was hoarding. You’re so fucking smart but you can’t even see the most basic shit. These were people’s hearts and you let them be shattered and destroyed because you thought they were junk.”
“Dean. Dean I didn’t-“
But his brother is moving away. Shifting in the entrance to the cave and flying off into the night.
Sam is alone.
At first Sam believes that the trick is to clean it all up. If he just cleans it all up then Dean will see that he really respects Dean’s hoard.
But the longer he works at it the more Sam sees his mistake. Each piece in the hoard has a little message attached. Some of them are partially intact. Some are just letters. But Dean is right.
Each piece is a little bit of love. It’s so perfectly Dean it’s not even funny. Collecting broken and discarded pieces of people’s hearts and keeping them safe and whole. Making them treasures. Sam’s always known there’s symbolism in a hoard. He loves knowledge, he hoards books. It’s that simple.
How could he never have thought about the symbolism of Dean’s hoard? How could he have been so dismissive?
Sam looks around at the destruction and considers what he can do.
Dean will take care of the slayers. It’s that simple. But they won’t have anything he can get back. They won’t be able to return what they smashed. And Sam gluing the pieces together won’t fix what he’s done either.
There’s only one way to fix this. Sam goes back to the entrance of the cave, packs a bag, and then shifts and takes the strap around his foot before lifting off into the air.
He lands and shifts back before getting dressed again. Hikes his way into town and picks up a newspaper before skimming the ads. If he does this right he’ll be back before Dean’s hunt is over.
Five days later Sam returns to the cave to find Dean standing outside of it looking furious. His brother is literally breathing fire, and Sam lands carefully and lumbers forward. Dean’s tail whips out and slams into Sam’s body and he stumbles to the right. His brother is beyond angry.
“Where the hell have you been?”
Dean is roaring, eyes burning and wings pushing in and out. His fury is palpable.
Sam shifts back, holds his hands up, and then lifts the bag. It’s heavy, incredibly heavy, but that’s the result of five days of careful searching and collecting.
His brother’s eyes narrow, and then he takes the bag from Sam with his teeth and drops it on the ground before nudging it open with his snout. He’s too angry to shift back. That’s a first.
The two of them don’t talk as Dean searches the bag. His brother’s scales make tiny clinking noises as he shifts on the stone and rubs against them. His breath is heavy and hard, his wings rustle and then settle against his sides.
Sam watches the anger melt. Watches Dean shift back. His brother kneels, naked and exhausted looking, and then lifts two of the mix tapes Sam has collected.
“Where did you get these?”
Dean’s voice is rough, hard, and Sam feels bad all over again for what he did. He can only hope that his peace offering will go a step toward fixing it.
“Yard sales, people’s homes, cars, and I made three of them.”
“Sammy. You made me mix CDs?”
He shrugs, keeping his eyes on Dean even though he wants to look away.
“Least I could do.”
Dean stands then, knees popping as he steps over the bag and up to Sam. He wraps his arms around Sam’s waist and pulls him in.
“You’re the sweetest sister a guy could ever hope for.”
“Dean, you better hope you can shift in midair because I’m throwing you over the cliff.”
His brother starts laughing uproariously as he lifts the bag up and heads into his cave.
Sam wakes up the next morning to the smell of bacon. Dean is literally leaning over him wafting the smell of the breakfast food he’s collected into Sam’s face. Sam rolls over, shifts back into human form, and opens his mouth before stretching lazily.
Dean huffs a laugh and then pops a piece of bacon into Sam’s mouth before dropping beside him into his nest.
“So am I forgiven?”
Dean nods and feeds Sam another piece of bacon.
“For now. Until you get dumb again.”
Sam rolls his eyes and chews on his bacon. He’ll never get over how much Dean loves regular people food.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t think about it and I should have. I should have done something. Attacked them.”
“No. I don’t want you starting a fight with slayers. Especially not on your own. They were rough.”
Sam chews the bacon harder. They’ve just finished one fight. He shouldn’t let Dean start another one.
“I’m not happy you didn’t even try to call me, but I get it. It’s not like I had my phone on me and could come back. So technically you did the right thing staying hidden.”
“Dean. Shut up and feed me.”
His brother slips another piece of bacon in his mouth and then bites his own.
“I’d just rather you stay safe instead of picking fights you can’t-“
Sam rolls ever, pins Dean down, and snaps off the piece of bacon sticking out of his brother’s mouth.
“Fight I can’t what? Can’t win?”
Dean’s mouth curls into a little smirk and Sam reaches down his brother’s naked body and grips his half hard cock. Gives it a slightly rough tug and watches as Dean’s head bounces off the blankets.
“Wanna see how well I fight?”
Before Dean can say anything smart Sam pushes their mouths together, opening his own to lick into Dean’s and chase the taste of bacon as he pushes his hips down to brings their cocks into contact. He spreads his hand and then holds them together as Dean’s hips start to buck and his brother’s arms come up and around Sam.
They move together, Dean’s dick hard in his hand, smooth against his own cock, and Sam moans into Dean’s mouth and then breaks the kiss to tilt his head and bite his brother’s neck roughly, pinching the skin between his teeth and listening to Dean gasp out his name.
He wants to say something smart, but instead he sucks on the skin in his mouth as he jerks the both of them off to the staccato thrusts of Dean’s hips.
Dean’s voice is muffled for a moment, and then Sam feels his brother’s knuckles bounce off his hip before slick fingers touch his hole. Sam releases Dean’s neck and takes a deep breath before biting Dean’s collarbone. His brother’s hand jerks and two fingers sink into Sam. Sam takes the chance to push forward and squeeze their cocks together harder.
“Fuck.” He mutters it around a mouthful of flesh and Dean adds two more fingers and twists them against his prostate before slipping them out.
And then Sam flips them over again so Dean is on top and spreads his legs. He lets go of their dicks and Dean pulls back, his face eager and excited.
Which is when Sam shakes his head.
“You haven’t earned it yet.”
Dean growls, and Sam shoves his brother’s shoulder roughly and points down with his chin. Dean starts to grumble but he goes. His tongue starts at the head of Sam’s dick and then tracks its way down. Traces the line of the head, the crease over the shaft, and then down and down the shaft in an intricate pattern before Dean places a wet, open-mouthed kiss to the base right above Sam’s balls.
It’s good, but it’s not what Sam wants and Dean knows it. And then his brother is hooking his arms around Sam’s thighs and lifting up his lower half, balancing Sam’s legs on his shoulders as he spreads Sam’s cheeks and licks along Sam’s rim.
“Oh fuck. That’s- yeah, Dean. Lick me.”
Dean obeys, only the little up flip in his hair visible as his head moves in between Sam’s legs and his tongue works its way into Sam, wriggling and writhing until it’s deep inside and moving hot and thick. Dean vibrates it with his moan and Sam digs his heels into Dean’s shoulder blades as he pushes his ass against his brother’s mouth.
“Eat me. Fuck. Good, good boy.”
His brother growls at his taunt, and Sam lazily jerks on his cock as he enjoys the way Dean’s lips move against him as he fucks his tongue in and out of his hole. He lets it go on until Dean’s jaw must be sore and his brother’s arms tremble underneath him.
“Now, Dean.”
His ass hits the blankets, bounces a little, and then Dean is sliding in between his thighs and pushing into him. Dean is gasping, eyes mostly shut as he sinks until he’s deep inside of Sam. And then Sam wraps his legs around Dean again and sets the pace by pulling his brother in with his heels and then pushing him back and out with his thighs.
It’s not easy, Dean is fighting him, but Sam controls it entirely from his position on his back. He laughs when Dean growls and then pushes up to nip at his brother’s neck as he uses the leverage to ride Dean entirely. Pushing with his arms and pulling with his legs to fuck himself on Dean’s dick.
“Who’s winning Dean?”
His brother lets out a growl, deep and vibrating in his chest, but he’s fallen into the rhythm Sam has set. He’s letting Sam fuck him from this position, his cock thick and hard inside of Sam as he holds himself up and eventually figures out he needs to grip Sam’s dick.
Even that is under Sam’s control as he rolls his hips, fucking himself down onto Dean, up into his fist, and then back down again. It’s his show and Dean is just there for the ride. His brother’s head tilts back, he gasps, and Sam feels the warmth spread inside him as Dean jerks in little, tight movements.
And then Sam lets his brother take him over the edge too, fist squeezing and pulsing around him as he goes limp in Dean’s grip and lets himself slide into the nest.
In the aftermath they stay curled up in the blankets, panting and simply pressing together, and then Dean nods and gasps out, “You.”
Sam could not be smugger.
They’re flying over Missouri at night, Dean’s wings pumping less than a foot away from Sam’s. His brother lets out a roar into the night, and Sam swoops down to lead Dean to the woods. They touch down and Dean shifts first before his brother looks around the trees and then turns to shoot a smirk at Sam.
“You going back to that bookshop nerd?”
Sam shifts too and starts to pull on his clothes.
“Nope. Oh hey Dean, I made you a new mix tape.”
His brother’s eyes light up, and Sam digs the tape out of his bag and gives it to Dean as they cross over to the Impala so they can travel the way everyone expects.
Dean slides into the driver’s seat and puts the tape in, eyes bright and excited.
Then it all dims and fades into rage as Hanson starts to play.
Sam counts himself the permanent winner.
Author: dimeliora
Fandom: SPN
Wordcount: 4169
Rating: NC-17
Pairing(s): Wincest
Prompt(s): This was written for the
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Summary: Sam learns the true meaning of hoarding.
Sam has a variety of issues with his brother.
They’ve been hunting practically their whole lives and Dean still believes that he has to protect Sam. Despite the fact that Sam is taller than Dean in their human forms and about double his size in their scales.
He makes Sam fly behind him when they’re traveling, he makes Sam take the higher cave to make it harder for enemies to reach him, and he insists that any time a dragon slayer arrives Sam hang back while Dean handles it.
And sure, Sam has no problem with wiping out monsters but a small issue with going after the humans that come for them because they don’t understand them. That doesn’t mean Sam can’t do it if it means protecting his brother.
If it comes down to killing someone who has good intentions or losing Dean than Sam will pick the first one every time.
But his biggest issue is Dean’s behavior towards his hoard.
Sure, traditionally dragons collect gems and gold and virgins. But that sort of collection has become the kind of thing that only wrinkled old dragons with wasted wings hunker over as they lure every greedy adventurer in the world.
Modern dragons like Sam and Dean have learned that it’s best to hoard things that you’re passionate about, but that don’t bring swords and lances slamming into your sides.
Sam has seen all sorts of hoards. It’s important to pick something you have room for that is easily collectable and not terribly valuable. Sam’s hoard, for example, is made up entirely of books. Once a week he travels to new cities, changes to his human form, and wanders through little local bookshops picking anything that catches his eye and makes his mouth water.
Then he takes them back, carefully stacks them in their area of the cave hoard room, and goes about his life. Which includes hunting down and killing monsters, saving people, and making sure everything is neatly organized in his hoard.
Oh. And Dean.
Who is, admittedly, more important than the hoard, but infinitely more complicated. Because on top of everything that Dean does including ignoring Sam’s ability to protect himself Dean has picked the world’s most complicated and stupid hoard.
And Sam can’t stand it.
They’re in Minnesota now, chasing a shapeshifter that’s been moving through the country acting as a very efficient and uncatchable Black Widow. Dean is schmoozing his way through a bar trying to round up some money because someone accidentally torched their suits while drunk and they have nothing to wear to the wedding.
Sam is sitting at the bar, reading while he drinks, when he hears the fight start. He turns to see two guys crowding up on Dean with pool cues as a woman stares at him in horror clutching the cause of the fight to her chest.
The legends explain that dragons collect treasures. They never detail the compulsion attached to it. Sam doesn’t necessarily want to buy all the books he owns, he just needs them. He walks through the store and sees a book he needs.
Dean, on the other hand, is obsessed with mix tapes and CDs. And apparently this lady had one out in her booth, probably a gift from one of the two burly biker looking men that Dean is getting ready to fight, and Dean’s compulsion led him to try to pinch it.
Sam’s seen this fight before.
But while Dean’s eyes are darting back and forth between the fighters and the CD the woman is clutching he’s missing the guy slipping up behind him. Sam picks up his beer bottle, feels the weight of it, and then throws it past Dean’s head and right into the skull of the guy about to hit his brother from behind. Then he launches himself from the barstools and takes on one biker while Dean fights the other.
They brawl. Fists flying, Sam catching a pool cue to the side as he tries to keep a chokehold on the guy in front of him. And then Dean is there pulling the other guy away and punching him into submission while Sam slowly lowers the guy he’s choking to the ground.
Sirens ring in the distance and Sam rushes Dean out and strips in the alley getting ready to change. Dean waggles his eyebrows at Sam as he does the same. It would be funny, lend to the adrenaline pumping through Sam’s veins, if not for the mix CD Dean is clutching. The one he probably collected while Sam was getting hit in the ribs with a pool cue.
They lift up into the air together, wings pumping, and then ride the thermals to the edge of town before settling down in the woods. Dean shifts back first and drops the CD on top of his clothes before turning to Sam.
“That was great! You were awesome in there! Did you see that guy go down when you hit him with the bottle?”
Sam feels his resolve crumble in the face of Dean’s energy.
“Yeah, I saw him. Sneaky asshole was trying to sucker punch you.”
Dean nods and then steps forward, eyes narrowing and fingers tracing along Sam’s ribs.
“Oh shit Sam. You let them hit you in the ribs? Do you know how dangerous that was? This is why I don’t want you jumping into stuff like that. You hesitate too much and then-“
“Excuse you? I hesitate too much? You were off stealing that cheap CD!”
“It’s not cheap!”
Dean’s offended, and Sam knows why. Hoard is treasure. It’s precious.
But Dean’s hoard just happens to be cheap and stupid.
“Yeah Dean. It certainly is. That’s just some random Memorex CD with who knows what music on it. You don’t even listen to these things! Why the hell would you put us both in danger to get it? How are we gonna get the suits now? We’re lucky they didn’t see us change and fly!”
Dean’s face falters, falls, and then he turns away from Sam and collects everything again.
“I’ll get us suits.”
With that Dean shifts and takes off, wings bowing the trees as he lifts off and leaves.
Sam is awake when Dean staggers his way into the motel room and drops two new suits on the little table before collapsing into the bed by the door.
He doesn’t say a word, waits for the even breathing that indicates his brother is asleep, and then rolls over and watches Dean’s chest rising and falling under the cheap covers. He should have lifted the ban on the credit card scams. He shouldn’t have insulted Dean’s treasure.
But Dean shouldn’t have acted like he couldn’t handle a little bar fight with a couple of drunk humans. Eventually Sam slips out of the bed and joins Dean in his. He turns his brother’s head and kisses him, and Dean wakes up and joins in without a word. Rolls over to be on top of Sam and starts kissing back in earnest.
They press together, Dean’s cool skin rubbing against Sam’s hot as his brother’s rough hands slide up and down his torso. His fingers pinch Sam’s right nipple and Sam gasps into Dean’s mouth as his cock finishes filling up. Sam reaches down and finds Dean’s dick so he can press them together and jerk them both off.
Dean is breathing heavy into the kiss, mouth getting sloppy around his pants as he bucks into Sam’s hand. The feeling of Dean’s skin on his, the friction of their cocks in Sam’s hand, it’s delicious and Sam growls a little and bites Dean’s lower lip. Rides the pleasure as they create enough pre-come together to ease some of the burn and smooth the drag of dry skin on dry skin.
And then Dean’s hands are traveling down, lifting Sam up, and Sam is ready. Dean spits in his hand and rubs it on his cock before pushing into Sam, constant activity removing the need for prep. The stretch is good, slight burn just adding to the pleasure, and a stretch in his thighs as Dean lifts Sam’s legs up and hooks them over his shoulders.
“Fuck Sammy. Fuck. So delicious.”
Sam twists his hips and bears down on Dean to get him in deeper. Rides his brother, arches his back to get better leverage and fucks himself down on Dean happily. When Dean’s fingers seek out Sam’s nipple again he pushes them down and wraps them around his dick.
“Goddamn it Dean. Stroke.”
His brother obeys, getting the tight grip that Sam prefers and then going at it, pace in time with the jerk of his hips and the thrust of his cock.
“You like that Sammy? You like that?”
“Shut up. You know I do. Keep going.”
His brother nips at his chest once before biting into the flesh, and Sam twists and jerks on Dean’s cock to the dual sensations of pleasure and pain.
It doesn’t take long from there for Sam to come, and Dean pumps inside of him until he’s done too. Afterward they curl up in the bed and slide into sleep. Sam holds Dean’s hand until it goes limp and then snuggles backwards into his brother.
Sam is busy checking the stacks when he hears the talking. He steps cautiously out of his cave and looks down the mountain to see the bikers making their way up to Dean’s cave entrance.
He knows, for a fact, that Dean is not in. His brother has gone off hunting, for food this time, and that means his hoard is unprotected. Sam hunches down, prepared to shift, and then stops to think about it.
The focus of a hoard can be changed. Sam is ninety percent certain that Dean just picked his hoard subject based on what was available and wouldn’t mess with Dad’s plans. Maybe this would be a good thing for Dean. Maybe losing some of those goddamn tapes and CDs would inspire Dean to pick something else. Something that didn’t require pissing people off and stacking useless shit everywhere.
A hoard that is worthy of Dean.
So Sam slips back into his cave and listens as the bikers rip through Dean’s hoard cave. As they cart off bags and bags of mix tapes and CDs.
Once they’re gone Sam waits for Dean to come back. His brother touches down with two elk, and Sam meets him there. He plays dumb, helping Dean clean and butcher the elk before shifting back to roast and eat them. Sam sits out on the cliff edge licking his lips and soaking up the sun until he hears Dean cry out.
It’s not what he was expecting.
Sam runs into the cave and finds Dean on his knees, surrounded by broken cases and tapes, shattered CD bits, and drenched in agony. .
Immediately Sam begins to regret his decision.
“Dean? Hey, Dean?”
Sam crouches down and lifts his brother’s face. Wipes the tears gently and tries to find the words.
“Dean?”
“Sammy. They’re gone.”
He pulls Dean in close and leans his brother’s head on his shoulder while rubbing his back.
“It’s ok Dean. It’s ok. I know.”
“Sammy they’re gone!”
It’s like a groan ripped out of Dean’s throat, and Sam wraps Dean tighter into his body and holds him as close as he possibly can.
“It’s ok Dean. It’s ok. We’ll get you a new hoard. We’ll get you something better.”
Dean pushes back, eyes huge and wounded, and Sam rewinds what he said to see if he was insulting. He finds nothing.
“We’ll get you a real hoard. We’ll get you treasure that’s worthy of you.”
His brother is shaking his head, and then he leans forward and grabs Sam’s shirt.
“What did you do?”
Sam swallows, feels his pulse rising and his palms becoming sweaty.
“I just. There were slayers. They came up and took them.”
“And you watched.”
He feels the urge to shift, to back up, but that’s ridiculous because this is Dean.
“Yeah. I. I just figured we could finally get you a real hoard. Something good.”
Dean’s face goes from flabbergasted to angry to blank. He looks around the shattered mess. Bends down and picks up a piece of a tape case. It has a label on. To Dan XOXOXOXO
“It was their fifteenth wedding anniversary. She hated Whitesnake but she made an entire tape of it for him. Because his piece of shit Camaro only had a tape deck. Because she loved him. He listened to it until the tape broke, and then he put it in a box with other things he loved.” Dean picks up a shard of a CD, a heart drawn in red sharpie the only thing left of it. “Her name was Patricia and she loved him more than anything else. She collected all of the songs they had danced to and put them on a CD. He broke up with her the same day, but she kept the CD safe in case he changed his mind.”
Sam watches as Dean carefully puts the pieces down on a shelf and looks around the room. His brother rubs his face briskly and Sam can see the tears.
“You call it junk Sammy, but these things were love. They were little solid pieces of people’s love and they were kept whole and safe. That’s what I was hoarding. You’re so fucking smart but you can’t even see the most basic shit. These were people’s hearts and you let them be shattered and destroyed because you thought they were junk.”
“Dean. Dean I didn’t-“
But his brother is moving away. Shifting in the entrance to the cave and flying off into the night.
Sam is alone.
At first Sam believes that the trick is to clean it all up. If he just cleans it all up then Dean will see that he really respects Dean’s hoard.
But the longer he works at it the more Sam sees his mistake. Each piece in the hoard has a little message attached. Some of them are partially intact. Some are just letters. But Dean is right.
Each piece is a little bit of love. It’s so perfectly Dean it’s not even funny. Collecting broken and discarded pieces of people’s hearts and keeping them safe and whole. Making them treasures. Sam’s always known there’s symbolism in a hoard. He loves knowledge, he hoards books. It’s that simple.
How could he never have thought about the symbolism of Dean’s hoard? How could he have been so dismissive?
Sam looks around at the destruction and considers what he can do.
Dean will take care of the slayers. It’s that simple. But they won’t have anything he can get back. They won’t be able to return what they smashed. And Sam gluing the pieces together won’t fix what he’s done either.
There’s only one way to fix this. Sam goes back to the entrance of the cave, packs a bag, and then shifts and takes the strap around his foot before lifting off into the air.
He lands and shifts back before getting dressed again. Hikes his way into town and picks up a newspaper before skimming the ads. If he does this right he’ll be back before Dean’s hunt is over.
Five days later Sam returns to the cave to find Dean standing outside of it looking furious. His brother is literally breathing fire, and Sam lands carefully and lumbers forward. Dean’s tail whips out and slams into Sam’s body and he stumbles to the right. His brother is beyond angry.
“Where the hell have you been?”
Dean is roaring, eyes burning and wings pushing in and out. His fury is palpable.
Sam shifts back, holds his hands up, and then lifts the bag. It’s heavy, incredibly heavy, but that’s the result of five days of careful searching and collecting.
His brother’s eyes narrow, and then he takes the bag from Sam with his teeth and drops it on the ground before nudging it open with his snout. He’s too angry to shift back. That’s a first.
The two of them don’t talk as Dean searches the bag. His brother’s scales make tiny clinking noises as he shifts on the stone and rubs against them. His breath is heavy and hard, his wings rustle and then settle against his sides.
Sam watches the anger melt. Watches Dean shift back. His brother kneels, naked and exhausted looking, and then lifts two of the mix tapes Sam has collected.
“Where did you get these?”
Dean’s voice is rough, hard, and Sam feels bad all over again for what he did. He can only hope that his peace offering will go a step toward fixing it.
“Yard sales, people’s homes, cars, and I made three of them.”
“Sammy. You made me mix CDs?”
He shrugs, keeping his eyes on Dean even though he wants to look away.
“Least I could do.”
Dean stands then, knees popping as he steps over the bag and up to Sam. He wraps his arms around Sam’s waist and pulls him in.
“You’re the sweetest sister a guy could ever hope for.”
“Dean, you better hope you can shift in midair because I’m throwing you over the cliff.”
His brother starts laughing uproariously as he lifts the bag up and heads into his cave.
Sam wakes up the next morning to the smell of bacon. Dean is literally leaning over him wafting the smell of the breakfast food he’s collected into Sam’s face. Sam rolls over, shifts back into human form, and opens his mouth before stretching lazily.
Dean huffs a laugh and then pops a piece of bacon into Sam’s mouth before dropping beside him into his nest.
“So am I forgiven?”
Dean nods and feeds Sam another piece of bacon.
“For now. Until you get dumb again.”
Sam rolls his eyes and chews on his bacon. He’ll never get over how much Dean loves regular people food.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t think about it and I should have. I should have done something. Attacked them.”
“No. I don’t want you starting a fight with slayers. Especially not on your own. They were rough.”
Sam chews the bacon harder. They’ve just finished one fight. He shouldn’t let Dean start another one.
“I’m not happy you didn’t even try to call me, but I get it. It’s not like I had my phone on me and could come back. So technically you did the right thing staying hidden.”
“Dean. Shut up and feed me.”
His brother slips another piece of bacon in his mouth and then bites his own.
“I’d just rather you stay safe instead of picking fights you can’t-“
Sam rolls ever, pins Dean down, and snaps off the piece of bacon sticking out of his brother’s mouth.
“Fight I can’t what? Can’t win?”
Dean’s mouth curls into a little smirk and Sam reaches down his brother’s naked body and grips his half hard cock. Gives it a slightly rough tug and watches as Dean’s head bounces off the blankets.
“Wanna see how well I fight?”
Before Dean can say anything smart Sam pushes their mouths together, opening his own to lick into Dean’s and chase the taste of bacon as he pushes his hips down to brings their cocks into contact. He spreads his hand and then holds them together as Dean’s hips start to buck and his brother’s arms come up and around Sam.
They move together, Dean’s dick hard in his hand, smooth against his own cock, and Sam moans into Dean’s mouth and then breaks the kiss to tilt his head and bite his brother’s neck roughly, pinching the skin between his teeth and listening to Dean gasp out his name.
He wants to say something smart, but instead he sucks on the skin in his mouth as he jerks the both of them off to the staccato thrusts of Dean’s hips.
Dean’s voice is muffled for a moment, and then Sam feels his brother’s knuckles bounce off his hip before slick fingers touch his hole. Sam releases Dean’s neck and takes a deep breath before biting Dean’s collarbone. His brother’s hand jerks and two fingers sink into Sam. Sam takes the chance to push forward and squeeze their cocks together harder.
“Fuck.” He mutters it around a mouthful of flesh and Dean adds two more fingers and twists them against his prostate before slipping them out.
And then Sam flips them over again so Dean is on top and spreads his legs. He lets go of their dicks and Dean pulls back, his face eager and excited.
Which is when Sam shakes his head.
“You haven’t earned it yet.”
Dean growls, and Sam shoves his brother’s shoulder roughly and points down with his chin. Dean starts to grumble but he goes. His tongue starts at the head of Sam’s dick and then tracks its way down. Traces the line of the head, the crease over the shaft, and then down and down the shaft in an intricate pattern before Dean places a wet, open-mouthed kiss to the base right above Sam’s balls.
It’s good, but it’s not what Sam wants and Dean knows it. And then his brother is hooking his arms around Sam’s thighs and lifting up his lower half, balancing Sam’s legs on his shoulders as he spreads Sam’s cheeks and licks along Sam’s rim.
“Oh fuck. That’s- yeah, Dean. Lick me.”
Dean obeys, only the little up flip in his hair visible as his head moves in between Sam’s legs and his tongue works its way into Sam, wriggling and writhing until it’s deep inside and moving hot and thick. Dean vibrates it with his moan and Sam digs his heels into Dean’s shoulder blades as he pushes his ass against his brother’s mouth.
“Eat me. Fuck. Good, good boy.”
His brother growls at his taunt, and Sam lazily jerks on his cock as he enjoys the way Dean’s lips move against him as he fucks his tongue in and out of his hole. He lets it go on until Dean’s jaw must be sore and his brother’s arms tremble underneath him.
“Now, Dean.”
His ass hits the blankets, bounces a little, and then Dean is sliding in between his thighs and pushing into him. Dean is gasping, eyes mostly shut as he sinks until he’s deep inside of Sam. And then Sam wraps his legs around Dean again and sets the pace by pulling his brother in with his heels and then pushing him back and out with his thighs.
It’s not easy, Dean is fighting him, but Sam controls it entirely from his position on his back. He laughs when Dean growls and then pushes up to nip at his brother’s neck as he uses the leverage to ride Dean entirely. Pushing with his arms and pulling with his legs to fuck himself on Dean’s dick.
“Who’s winning Dean?”
His brother lets out a growl, deep and vibrating in his chest, but he’s fallen into the rhythm Sam has set. He’s letting Sam fuck him from this position, his cock thick and hard inside of Sam as he holds himself up and eventually figures out he needs to grip Sam’s dick.
Even that is under Sam’s control as he rolls his hips, fucking himself down onto Dean, up into his fist, and then back down again. It’s his show and Dean is just there for the ride. His brother’s head tilts back, he gasps, and Sam feels the warmth spread inside him as Dean jerks in little, tight movements.
And then Sam lets his brother take him over the edge too, fist squeezing and pulsing around him as he goes limp in Dean’s grip and lets himself slide into the nest.
In the aftermath they stay curled up in the blankets, panting and simply pressing together, and then Dean nods and gasps out, “You.”
Sam could not be smugger.
They’re flying over Missouri at night, Dean’s wings pumping less than a foot away from Sam’s. His brother lets out a roar into the night, and Sam swoops down to lead Dean to the woods. They touch down and Dean shifts first before his brother looks around the trees and then turns to shoot a smirk at Sam.
“You going back to that bookshop nerd?”
Sam shifts too and starts to pull on his clothes.
“Nope. Oh hey Dean, I made you a new mix tape.”
His brother’s eyes light up, and Sam digs the tape out of his bag and gives it to Dean as they cross over to the Impala so they can travel the way everyone expects.
Dean slides into the driver’s seat and puts the tape in, eyes bright and excited.
Then it all dims and fades into rage as Hanson starts to play.
Sam counts himself the permanent winner.
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Date: 2016-06-19 02:39 pm (UTC)Also dragon!au, and shifting sexy boys and well, HOARDS. I love that you portrayed them as I think too, hoards are driven by compulsion. And often one man's trash is another dragon's treasure.
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Date: 2017-01-01 02:29 pm (UTC)Thank you so much for writing and sharing this!
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Date: 2019-01-17 04:53 am (UTC):D So glad you liked it, and so glad it is hoard worthy!! <3
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