Killer Kida's Fortress

"I Will Take Care of You" 13

2008-09-29T07:58:05Z

This chapter I am writing and dedicating to the awesome atsugari8 whose awesome feedback made me wanting put my huge assignment on hold to write this for her!

It was almost dark out when Sam had calmed down enough to sleep. Dean smiled and gently lifted Sam’s head off of his lap, resting it on the soft sand floor of the cave. After playing his fingers through Sam’s locks, ensuring Sammy was completely asleep, he dug into the bear. The elder Winchester then set to work building them a make shift home inside the cave. There was no way they were going back to the cottage. The werewolf knew that place.

Dean set up a ‘table’ and ‘chairs’ of sorts out a some soft stone his claw was able to carve up to some what resemble. How he was going to build a bed, a nice soft comfortable bed for Sammy…but how? He looked around the cave. Sand, stone, a few small branches that had blown in… He blew out a frustrated breath. Reduced to this? Just like a wild animal. Just like those two monsters that had tuned him and his brother. …Just like…Vera and that werewolf. So that was the bastard’s game? That’s why he let them live. He wanted them to suffer as he was. Death was too quick, too painless. Dean had wondered why the beast wasn’t watching Sam or trying to stop Dean from rescuing him before. But his judgement was too clouded, all he saw was Sam, flesh burning and disintegrating right off his baby brother. All he heard was Sam’s blood curdling cries. All he smelt was burning flesh. All he could think was ‘Save Sammy, don’t let him die’.

But now, now that Sam was safe and sleeping soundly, Dean’s eyes were all too open. The smart ass was sending a message. He knew exactly what Dean’s instincts would do. Find shelter, find the first dingy scrap of cave that offered protection from the sun. Which meant, he knew where to find them. This was far from over.

Dean was across the room and shaking Sam awake in two bounds, “Sammy, wake up. We gotta go man.”

“Mm, five more minutes.” Sam murmured before rolling over and snoring.

He transformed in a millisecond. Using the blanket to tie up Sam’s foetal positioned body, with nothing but the head poking out the top, Dean thought about how he use to wrap Sam up in a blanket and carry him around like this when he was a baby. He gently took hold of the scruff of Sam’s shirt collar and the blanket, carrying him as if he were Dean’s wolf pup.

Dean moved quickly but smoothly through the woods, not wanting to wake Sam up until it was absolutely necessary. He stopped at the woods edge, at the beginning of a town he often picked criminals up for his and Sammy’s meals. Dean took hold of Sam between his paws and strong furry arms, holding the wrapped up bundle as if he were 6 months old again. What Dean wouldn’t give to have that again. It seemed so much easier keeping his baby brother safe back then. Sam began to stir so Dean let out a soft reassuring mewl and began to move his arms, rocking Sam back to sleep.

That’s how he used to do it back then too. Right up until Sam became too heavy for Dean to hold him like that anymore. Then it was curled up on Dean’s lap, head tucked under his older brother’s chin as if that alone would hide him away from the scary closet monster, or at least protect him. Because that’s what Dean did. Protect Sammy. Then it progressed to slipping into Dean’s bed, when dad was away or at least definitely asleep, and pressing up against his older brother when he had nightmares. Dad told Dean not to encourage it, but his baby brother was scared and hurting and there was no way he’d turn Sam away. He’d be Dad’s good little soldier, shoot the bogey man, salt n burn the corpse of any ghost dad told him too, salt the window and door lines before he brushed his teeth and went to bed- all done on instinct. But telling Sam to grow up and face his literal demons was an order Dean would never obey. He’d say the harsh ‘chill out princess’ in front of their dad now and then to make his father believe it was another order he followed, but later in the night, when Sam tried to sneak into his bed still hurt, confused, scared and just plain broken, Dean would lift the covers, usher Sam under and wrap him up in warm blankets, arms and love.

Sure it confused Sam, this double persona of Dean’s, but he soon grew to understand. Dean was the one caught in the middle, trying to make everyone happy, trying to keep his fractured family together. And when Sam was old enough to understand this, he loved Dean dearly for it.

Sam rolled in dean’s arms and snuggled further into the warm soft chest his head found, bringing Dean back to the present. Right; food. Food then a new place to take cover. No way was he and his Sammy holding up in some hole in the woods like sitting ducks.

"I Will Take Care of You" 12

2008-08-31T13:38:05Z

Dean was in danger of falling unconscious and bleeding out. His body felt so heavy. He couldn’t succumb to the urge to rest though. Dean managed to drag himself over to the corpse. Eat, replenish, get strong, save Sammy. He hated leaving Sam in the were-wolves’ possession a second longer then he had to, but he was no good helping Sammy in his weakened state, so he made sure to devour every last piece of meat off the dead body.

Dean tore through the cabin like a tornado picking up a large blanket to cover Sam with incase they hit dawn, the silver knife he had kept under his pillow. Why the hell had he chosen a frigg’n SILVER knife to slice his skin with before? When he knew for a fact it was the only thing to kill a were wolf, he should of known it would weaken him. He had placed it underneath his pillow with another were wolf in mind. What else? God have to get to Sammy. Hell knows what that asshole would do to his little brother.

He decided he’d be able to track Sam faster in wolf form. He sniffed the air and strained his ears to pick up anything ‘Sam’. He picked up a faint scent and began following it. Dean wasn’t a Christian man, and didn’t prey, but right now, he was begging God that he’d get to Sammy in time.

Searing pain running through every nerve in his body, Sam woke to find himself bound to something. His skin was burning as if it was on fire; the light around him was blinding and stinging his eyes. Sunlight, Sam was tied down in the sunlight. Realization hit him; he was burning alive. “DEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNNN!!!!”

Dean raced toward the sound of his brother’s screams. He found Sam tied to a tree in a clearing, in full view of the sunlight, “SAMMY!” Dean threw the blanket over Sam, making sure no skin was left uncovered, “Oh baby,” he clenched his teeth in rage, “what did that bastard do to you?” he tried to wind his arms around his burnt brother but jumped back immediately as Sam hissed and flinched in pain from the contact. Dean took a moment to get himself back under control. He was going to kill that monster. Slow and long and painfully.

He lifted the blanket enough to get underneath it with Sam, his nocturnal vision setting in, “You killed the vampire?” Sam screeched, breaking through Dean’s thoughts “You KILLED the vampire and didn’t even bother to tell me?!” Dean didn’t say anything, “And you never thought her big hairy boyfriend would come looking for her?”

“Yeah well…I had other things to think about at the time, ok?” Dean murmured, checking Sam for any other injuries, “Speaking of the ass hole, where is he?”

“No idea,” Sam swallowed a pain-filled yelp as Dean touched a particularly blistered spot on his upper arm that had copped the full brunt of sunshine, “he was gone when I came too.” Sam replied, groaning a little from the throb in his head.

“Alright, let’s get you out of here.” Dean took out the silver knife and began cutting through the rope that binded Sam to the tree.

“I don’t think I can move, Dean” Sam admitted, cringing as his brother tried to carefully remove the ropes that had melted into his burnt flesh.

“You don’t need to” Dean replied quickly, “But I need to get you out of here.
He needed to find shelter and blood for Sam. He feared letting his brother drink his own blood again incase he needed his strength. Carefully, he backed out from underneath the blanket. After using the rope to secure Sam within the blanket, Dean transformed. Gently taking a hold of the blanket in his mouth, he began racing through the woods to find shelter. Dean was fortunate enough to come across a few squirrels and hares on the way which he was able in fatally wounding but not killing. He carefully pushed them into Sam’s holding space and heard his brother devour them. They’d do as a temporary fix for now, but Dean would have to find human blood for Sam soon.

He finally came to a small cave and after wrestling the bear inside, which would make for a quick supper, he undid the blanket around Sam who was still contently draining a squirrel, “How ya doing, baby bro?”

“I’m sore all over,” Sam replied honestly, looking up at Dean with big pleading eyes. His skin felt red raw and was crimson with large swells and blisters on places where the sunlight had been more harsh.

“The blood will help you heal.” Dean promised, swallowing helplessly. How could he let his guard down? How could he have let this happen to his Sammy? How could he leave Sam in this state to find another victim?

He wondered how long the rodents would tie Sam over for. He decided the best course of action would be to wait until night fall and take Sam with him on the hunt. That way he could keep an eye on his brother, as well as find him food. He looked Sam over, the small feed had already began helping, Sam’s skin was fading from a harsh crimson to a blushing pink shade.

“I’m going to get you something decent to drain just as soon as the sun sets,” Dean sat down next to his brother, longing to touch him but knowing he couldn’t.

“I can’t believe you didn’t tell me you killed the vampire girl and didn’t tell me.” Sam looked harshly at him, “Why’d you do it?”

“What kind of a question is that, Sammy?” Dean shook his head and pushed himself to his feet, “Why the hell do you think I killed her?”

“Did she threaten you?” Sam supplied.

“Not exactly,” Dean shrugged.

“Then why did you? Surely you’d realize that it wouldn’t come without consequences?” Sam frowned.

“I was staring at the bitch that turned my brother into something he’d himself then be. I couldn’t let her just walk away, Sammy. Not when that image of you holding the stake to your heart was burned into my brain. She deserved it. No one hurts my baby brother. NO ONE.” He growled defiantly.

Sam nodded understandingly, but there was a sadness that shone through his puppy dog expression, “Just promise to tell me about something like this next time, ok?”

Dean ran a hand over his lips in agitation, “Yeah, ok.” He agreed, “You stay here.”

“Where are you going?” Sam asked quickly. Panic tingeing his voice.

Dean frowned at his brother, “To find stuff.”

“Stuff for what?” Sam rolled a shoulder in a childish display.

“…A bed and a fire.” His brother stated matter-of-factly.

Sam gave in and his composure softened, “Dean, just stay with me. Please?”

“We need-” Dean pointed over his shoulder trying to indicate that he’d only be gone for a moment.

“I need you right now, not a bed or a fire. Just…come sit with me. Please?” When Dean made no movement towards him Sam ran a shaking hand through his hair and begged, “Please, Dean…just…please.” He hung his head as the tears began to surface, “Oh God!”

“Hey, hey, hey. Shh.” Dean dropped to his knees in front of his weeping brother, cupping the younger boy’s face.

“I didn’t know if you were dead…I didn’t know if…God, Dean. I was so scared…and then I woke up…and you weren’t there…and I was burning…my whole body was burning…” Sam sobbed.

“It’s ok, I’m here now. And I’ll take care of you. I’m not going anywhere.” He swore. Sam fell against his brother, wrapping his arms tightly around the older man as if clinging on for life, “I will take care of you.” Dean repeated.

"I Will Take Care of You" 11

2008-08-31T06:25:40Z

Title: I Will Take Care of You

Author: Kida

Verse: Were wolf!Dean/Vampire!Sam

Pairings: Wincest

Rating: NC-17

Genre: AUish

Disclaimer: not mine.

Summary: The werewolf comes looking for his mate.

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The younger Winchester’s ears pricked as a familiar strong steady heart beat moved nearer, “Dean? That you?” Sam called out from where he was hanging washed clothes on their ‘backyard’ line.

Dean transformed from wolf to man whilst continuing walking and dragging their meal behind him, “No it’s the frigging tooth fairy,” Dean snorted in response, “Come inside.”

Sam slipped around the corner and slinked his way over to Dean, “You get us something?” he grinned predatorily.

“Of course, Sammy. I’m not about to let you go hungry.” He smirked a hello and tilted his head up to peck a kiss on Sam’s supple lips. Sam admired his brother’s hunt and stood behind him, winding his arms around his brother’s waist.

“Missed you,” Sam purred, low in his ear.

“I wasn’t even gone that long.” Dean chuckled as Sam nuzzled his neck and inhaled. It was still all Dean.

“You were gone almost 3 hours actually,” Sam corrected him.

“What can I say? We must be making the streets a safer place. It’s becoming harder to find a decent villain lately.”

“Eat Dean,” Sam whispered, “I’m famished” his heavy pink tongue licked a slow suggestive line around the shell of his brother’s ear.

Dean smirked, “If you insist.”

He wanted to watch Dean tear the victim to shreds with his bare hands. Those strong masculine hands that would later, if Sam got his way, be on Sam’s hips pulling them closer together. He wanted to watch Dean’s mouth devour that flesh, the same mouth that would later be sprinkling kisses all over Sam’s skin.

He stood back as Dean fed, trying to be patient. After barely two minutes though, he growled in frustration, “Now” he snarled, grabbing Dean’s arm and hauling him away from the food source. Dean gave him an annoyed confused look while Sam pulled him over to the bed and shoved him onto it; Dean’s mouth was still drooling blood. It pooled over that full lower lip and cascaded over his sharp jaw and the hollows of Dean’s neck; like the most beautiful waterfall Sam had ever seen. He eagerly bent down and licked a few hurried rough stripes up his older brother’s neck, sucking at dean’s bloodied jaw line before thrusting his tongue into Dean’s over flowing mouth. He licked and sucked as much blood off Dean’s tongue as he could.

Sam somehow stripped and Dean tensed for the long torturous seconds before he felt his member engulfed in Sam’s heat. He gasped in pleasure and surprise, “Oh god” he groaned.

“This is the best feeling in the whole world; you inside of me,” Sam confessed as he settled to the hilt, He began to slowly move up and down the shaft. Sam licked at Dean’s neck and gave him a questioning look.

Dean nodded once, knowing what Sam was asking for, before clenching his eyes shut and throwing his head back in a silent moan and Sam pushed all the way down again at the same time as he sank his teeth into Dean’s neck. He always asked first. He never just took; feeding off Dean.

Sam sucked hungrily on the wound he made at the nape of his brother’s neck, where his pulse was strongest, riding Dean to a quick climax.

Dean looked at the time on his phone; it was 1pm. Too frigging early to be awake. He rolled over and came nose to nose with his baby brother’s sleeping face. Dean pulled up, resting his cheek on a fist. He sighed deeply; Sam looked beautiful as ever. He always seemed so peaceful and innocent in his sleep. It was amazing to think this same face grew fangs that devoured people’s life source. Dean couldn’t help finding Sam’s new darker personality sexy. He especially liked his brother’s new habit of feed then sex, which turned into sex and feed. It brought a smile to the elder man’s face when Sam looked so excited to see Dean returning from a hunt, towing some bloodied and concussed victim. And after Dean had fed, Sam would be all over him licking every last drop of blood of brother’s bare form.

Dean raised a gentle hand and began stroking Sam’s chestnut locks. His Sam, his baby brother, his Sammy. All his, all HIS, and suddenly a burning urge consumed him; he didn’t think he could wait till the next feed to have Sam again, ALL HIS HIS HIS! A primal possessive noise growled up his throat. Sam woke up abruptly and disorientated, looking around the room, “Dean? Is everything ok?”

“Shh” Dean calmed him, kneeing his way between Sam’s mile long limbs, “I’m just feeling a little friendly.” One hand came up to knead at a plump bare cheek, just where it joined to the leg.

“Deeean, no” Sam whined, “It’s got to be the middle of the day.” Dean continued to grind against his brother’s frame, “Knock it off,” Dean pulled out the silver knife he kept under his pillow, “I’m going back to sleep” The elder man made a small slice on his shoulder and waited for his vampire brother’s instincts to kick in, “No fair” came the hungry growl. Dean shoved at Sam’s chest to roll them, he leaned over, dripping his bleeding shoulder directly over Sam’s mouth. The younger man moaned as the hand that was kneading his butt wiggled it’s way between his cheeks to play at his entrance. Sam began to pant at the overload of sensations, Dean lowered himself to make his shoulder more accessible, fingers were replaced by a blunt pressure. It was pushing into Sam and the vampire’s fangs were out and sinking into his brother’s flesh before he even knew what was happening.

Dean moaned from the feel of sinking into Sam and having Sam’s teeth sink into him. He set a slow rocking pace as Sam drew back to lick and suck at the fresh wound. “Ngh, that’s it baby. Lick it up.” He encouraged his brother as he re-angled his thrusts.

“Ugh, Dean!” Sam whimpered as his brother hit his prostate dead on target, the elder man lifted a smooth long leg up almost over his other shoulder and kissed the soft skin inside his brother’s thigh before wrapping it around his hip . The blood and the pleasure were all too much, Sam began to pant rapidly and Dean took that as his cue to quicken the pace. Sam tightened the curled leg at the base of Dean’s back to pull Dean further in, till he felt the other man flush against him. He began to grind ruthlessly until his climax exploded between the two clashing abdomens. He clenched around the rigid flesh moving inside and Dean came to an abrupt climax of his own with a hitched grunt. The elder man pressed closer to feel his brother’s post orgasmic shudders run through his body and the younger’s legs clench and unclench around his lower back and leg.

“You’re mean.” Sam murmured, voice barely a hoarse whisper, to which Dean only chuckled in reply.

“Didn’t hear you complaining,” Dean nuzzled the side of his brother’s face with his own. With a sigh he lifted off his brother, slowly pulling out between Sam’s limp legs- which found new life as they tightened their hold around Dean, “Don’t. Not yet.” Sam asked softly.

Dean raised a brow, “You planning on a round two?”

“No,” Sam replied quietly, “I just…I don’t want to feel empty.”

Dean couldn’t help the endearing chuckle that bubbled up and out of him, “Aww, Sammy.” Was all he could say, a few teasing comments came to mind, but he didn’t have the heart to say them to the puppy eyes looking up at him. He held Sam’s hips as he pulled himself up onto his knees to curl around the younger boy, relishing the warm legs bent at his sides and leaning over to rest his head on the pillow next to his brother, “This better?”

“Mmm,” Sam smiled sleepily, “Feels nice.” He yawned.

“I may as well get an early start hunting” Dean thought out loud.

“Not yet, don’t go yet.” Sam sulked.

“It’s ok, I won’t leave for another few hours.” Dean reassured him, “Go back to sleep.”

Sam snorted a laugh, “Now he lets me go back to sleep.”

Dean retorted by nipping at Sam’s nose and bottom lip playfully, “Sleep baby boy.” Sam yawned again and snuggled his head underneath Dean’s chin. When Dean was absolutely sure Sam was completely asleep, he gently pulled out. Sam whimpered in his sleep and reached out at air, Dean met Sam’s hand mid-air with his own, intertwining their fingers and setting their locked hands over Sam’s heart.

Sam was surprised that he was the first to wake. It was 9pm and Dean was still out. Sam frowned and looked closely at his brother; he was a little pale, like Sam had been when he was starving to a literal death. Sam had fed off him twice in a short period of time. He became worried he was draining Dean too much.

Sam bent over and placed a small kiss to Dean’s cheek, “I think it’s my turn to bring home dinner tonight.” Sam decided more to himself then to his sleeping brother. He looked around for a scrap of paper and something to write with.

Dean awoke to a cold bed around 11.30ish, “Sammy?” he murmured weakly. His stomach grumbled loudly, he needed some food pretty soon. Their midday romp had taken more out of him then he cared to divulge to his brother. He arched his neck and mid stretch, he noticed a note laying on the bedside table.

Dean,

Gone to get us something to eat.

Love you,

Sammy xxx

Dean didn’t know whether to smile or frown. He didn’t like the idea of Sam out there on his own. Alone on his first hunt. He bent to get up and the blood (what was left in his system) rushed to his head. “Whoah” he tried to catch his balance and ended up falling back onto the mattress. His body was coming out of it’s slumber numbness and was feeling positively exhausted. Maybe it was the extra feed he had offered Sam. Dean frowned. Maybe another hour of sleep and he’d go out and find Sam when he felt a little more rested.

Sam had found a nice plump pervert who had been watching a girl change in her apartment. It was relatively easy. Sam thought he’d have a huge internal battle, but when he saw the sleazebag staring through his binoculars and a hand down his pants, Sam lunged instinctively. People could be monsters too.

Just a quick whack to the back of his neck to knock him out and Sam hauled their dinner over his shoulder. This wasn’t so bad, he smiled to himself.

Sam was nearing the cabin when the man began to stir and started freaking out. Sam dropped him to the ground and snarled as his fangs protruded his gums. The man looked so pathetic and helpless and Sam had to push himself to remember why he had chosen this guy. He was bad. It was ok to bleed him dry. Before he backed out of it, Sam’s fangs were in his neck draining him within minutes.

Sam continued to drag the lifeless lump toward the cabin, “Dean, come and get it.”

Dean breathed in deep as the delicious smell of Sam and fresh death filled his senses. His body still felt exhausted, but it was nothing that a big hearty feed wouldn’t fix. If he could just find the energy to get up that is.

“Bring it on in, baby. I’m thinking breakfast in bed.” He called out, not being able to admit his weaken state to his baby brother. He sniffed at the air and panic flooded him, their was a new scent and he immediately knew he hadn’t the strength to deal with the threat.

Sam had to laugh at Dean’s comment.

“Where’s Vera?” An angry voice growled.

“What?” Sam turned around to face the werewolf that had turned his brother, “You? What do you want?”

“I want Vera, where is she?” the man demanded.

“Vera? The vampire girl?” Sam tried to clarify.

He sniffed the air, “Her scent…her blood…this is the freshest scent I can get on her.”

“Well you might want to keep looking.” Sam frowned, “Coz she came to see me over a week ago and she left 10 minutes later.”

“She wouldn’t leave without telling me where she’s going. This is the last place she was and she didn’t return from here.”

“I can’t help you, but she’s not here anymore.” Sam replied stubbornly, “Now if you’re quite finished ruining my brother’s and my life, I’ll ask you to leave.”

“If you killed her, you’ll pay.” The werewolf promised.

“I didn’t touch her.” Sam said impatiently.

The werewolf stalked off and Sam rolled his eyes, as he continued to drag his body to the door.

“Vera!” The were wolf’s voice screamed, “Her necklace…” Sam turned around and found the other man crouching over the steadily growing pile of bones, “I gave her this locket.” He said slowly. His form began to tremble as he began to grow and transform. Sam’s eyes widened and he became a little nervous.

“Listen, I don’t know how that got there, but I swear-” but he was cut off the ferocious howl, “Not good.” He whimpered, “DEEAAN! I think I need a hand! DEAN!” Sam called out. Dean was holding onto the door frame and groaning. “Dean, what’s wrong?” Sam moved towards his brother but was swept up and thrown through the air by a large paw. Sam fell unconscious on the ground.

“SAMMY!” Dean screamed, “Leave him alone. It was me, alright? I killed the bitch!” he bellowed at creature.

The beast’s head snapped in his direction, its claw ripped through the flesh of Dean’s chest and he screamed as the white hot pain shredded through him.

The beast shrank back into his human form only long enough to say, “You hurt my baby, I’ll hurt yours.” He vowed, before he grew again hauling an unconscious Sam in tow. Leaving Dean to bleed or starve to death, which ever came first.

"I Will Take Care of You" 10

2008-08-30T12:44:09Z

Title: I Will Take Care of You

Author: Kida

Verse: Were wolf!Dean/Vampire!Sam

Pairings: Wincest

Rating: NC-17

Genre: AUish

Disclaimer: not mine.

Summary: Ok, so Dean may have been slightly presumptuous to think Sam had given in and things would be a piece of cake from here on in.

(note to readers- I know this is totally illogical and prolli wouldn’t actually work coz the blood would go straight to Dean’s stomach where it wouldn’t do either of them any good. But it all goes back to Dean being an awesome big brother to Sammy. And don’t give me to much shit about it because I promise it will lead to sex so you can’t be too mad at my nonsense plot lol)

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The elder Winchester appraised and his concussed victim. This guy had muscles on muscles and that meant lots of meat for Dean and plenty of nice healthy veins for Sam to sink his teeth into. He felt light and cheery which would of worried him, this seemingly uncharacteristic sensation, had he not been in such high spirits. His large black paws clawed into the back of his dinner’s shirt and he pulled the limp form up to sit against a solid oak tree.

Dean let out a beckoning call before bounding into the cabin on all fours. He padded playfully up to and began licking his brother’s face in an affectionate hello. Sam had been folding the newly ironed clothes and Dean’s entrance had sprawled and crumpled jeans and shirts all over the room. “Deeean” Sam whined, I spent all evening-” Dean reared on his back legs and pushed Sam to the ground with his front paws, “Ow Dean, gentle!” Sam scolded as Dean continued to nuzzle and lick his floored brother. Sam finally erupted with laughter when Dean targeted a ticklish spot along his side with a gentle paw, “Ok, ok…you win.” He surrendered with grin, “What’s got you in such a good mood?” he asked as his wolf brother gave him room to get up. Dean tugged on Sam’s pants with his teeth and trotted toward the door. “Since when do you walk on all fours?” Sam asked bemused patting Dean’s head and giving him a quick scratch behind his ears, “Guess we’ll never need a pet.” Sam teased and Dean nipped playfully at his hand in retaliation. He pulled at Sam’s pant leg again to hurry him up. “One sec, just let me pick up the mess you made.” His brother laughed. Dean blew out an exuberant breath. Sam bent over to pick a pair of jeans up and Dean’s head was between the open legs in a heartbeat, Sam regaining balance in a sitting position on his back. “Dean, what are you thinking? I’m not going to ride you like a horse. Let me o-whoah!” Dean took off with Sam clinging to his back. Dean bounded out the door and through the woods, coming to a halt at the tree he had leaned the victim against. Sam gasped in shock and slid off Dean’s back.

Ok, so Dean may have been slightly presumptuous to think Sam had given in and things would be a piece of cake from here on in.

“I’m not doing it again.” Sam informed his brother adamantly

Dean was back in human form, arms folded across his chest and looking sternly at his younger sibling before the other could blink, “And just why the hell not?”

“Dean,” Sam exclaimed as though it were obvious just why the hell not, “I turned into a rabid beast last night! I…I...BIT you!” his eyes softened and drooped, “I…I could have…” his voice broke and he shook his head as if he were trying to shake the awful thought from his head.

Dean sighed, and cupped Sam’s face, “Could of what?” he asked softly.

“I could have killed you, Dean.” The younger Winchester’s voice was raw with anguish.

“That wouldn’t happen, Sammy.” His brother reassured him.

“How do you know? How could you possibly know?” Sam screamed, “Ever since I was bitten, I’ve been hearing your heart beat pound in my ears, I can hear the blood gushing through your veins. It’s like a song beckoning me to eat tear into your chest and eat you alive.”

“Why didn’t you tell me this before?” Dean asked, only slightly backing off.

Sam’s eyes filled with tears and his breath hitched, “How do you tell your brother that every muscle in your body’s aching to kill him?”

Dean couldn’t deal with this now. They’d eat first and then he’d figure something out. “We’ll get through this, Sam. But you need to eat.”

“I’m not taking anybody else’s life, Dean.” Sam said stubbornly.

“It’s ok, you just go back to the cabin and I’ll dish it up.” His brother replied calmly.

“Dish it up? Like a bucket of fried chicken? You can’t be serious!”

“Deadly serious.” Dean’s tone dropped an octave, “Go back to the cabin, Sam.”

Sam swallowed and decided not to test his brother’s patience.

“I can’t kill any body else, Dean. I won’t.” Sam repeated, sulking on the bed, when his brother returned holding up the flask.

“You don’t have to.” Dean brought the flask to his lips and drank until he’d drunk so much that he felt would quench Sam’s thirst.

He crawled up onto the bed and cradled Sam, supporting the back of his head, like he used to when Sam was a baby and Dean was feeding him his bottle.

“Feed off me,” Dean instructed softly. Sam’s eyes widened and he shook his head, “You won’t kill me Sam, it’s ok. But you will die if you don’t drink.” Sam cringed and he knew what Dean was saying was true, “Please Sammy.”

Sam hesitantly leaned closer and bit Dean’s sensitive skin around his nipple so hard it began to ooze blood. Sam’s greedy lips latched on and he began sucking as though Dean were breast feeding him. Dean, as always, let Sam take what he needed.

When Sam felt replenished, he released Dean’s nipple and placed a small kiss on it as if apologizing for the nasty welting mark he had caused. Dean felt a little drained and hoped it didn’t show too badly. He wasn’t sure if he could do that every time Sam needed to feed.

“Are you ok?” Sam asked, noting Dean’s pale color.

“I’m fine, Sammy.” Dean brushed it off. It was something he had had to do for his baby brother, “How are you? Feeling better?”

“Much” Sam admitted, “Dean…thank you…for doing that for me.”

“What are big brothers for” Dean shrugged, “Besides…I can’t loose you.” he said with an honesty and depth it left Sam speechless. Sam looked up at his elder brother and was amazed at the intensity burning in the green eyes.

“I love you, Dean. So much. I can’t loose you either.” Dean replied to that by cupping Sam’s face and sweeping in for a soft kiss that quickly became deeper. Dean rolled his younger brother under him and began to grind his hips against Sam’s. Sam keened and began rolling his hips up to meet his brother’s actions. Dean reached down between their bodies and began unbuttoning his jeans, which caused Sam to visibly cringe.

“Sammy, look at me,” Dean encouraged softly, “I’m not gonna hurt you, and you’re not gonna hurt me, ok? I’ll be gentle and I know you won’t kill me.”

He waited until Sammy nodded before diving back in for another bruising kiss.

Not two minutes later, Dean was curled around Sam, cherishing him. Sam pulled the back of Dean’s thighs forward, feeling him plunge deeper inside.

Dean’s head dropped to the pillow, above Sam’s shoulder, pulse throbbing next to his brother’s cheek, who suddenly became very aware of it.

Sam’s fangs slid down, scraping against Dean’s neck but not breaking the skin.

“Off!” Sam yelled suddenly thrashing and pushing at Dean, “Quick, off now!” it was more begging then anything else.

Dean stilled his motions “Am I hurting you?” he asked calmly.

“No…I’m going to hurt you” Sam half sobbed.

Dean stretched and bared his neck, “You won’t, Sammy.” He reassured his baby brother, “Do it.”

“No” Sam moaned as a burning hunger rose in his belly, threatening to take over his will power.

“You need it, I’ll be ok.” And with that, Dean re-angled himself and began moving hitting Sam’s prostate dead on as intended. Sam groaned loudly in pleasure before his fangs instinctively pierced the offered skin.

To Dean’s surprise, the bite didn’t hurt at all, in fact the exact opposite. It sent shivers of pleasure all the way his spine and straight to his already swelled cock, “Oh God Sammy! Feels good” Dean panted out.

A little comforted in the fact that he wasn’t hurting his brother, Sam began sucking on the wound, feeding as Dean moaned and his actions becoming a little more frantic and urgent, “Don’t stop, baby. Ugh!” he grounded out, climaxing from the build of sensations.

Sam’s fangs instinctively subtracted back into his gums and Dean collapsed heavily on top of his baby brother, “Ok…I am seriously thinking this is a re-doable option” Dean closed his eyes as his head spun with the post orgasm.

“You weren’t just saying that then?” Sam smiled shyly, “It really felt good?”

“Are you kidding me? That was frigging ecstasy!” He stretched out next to Sam and dragged his younger brother closer, “And it’s the easiest way to get you to eat.” He murmured with a smirk pushed against Sam’s cheek in what would have been a kiss if he had not chosen to add the little bit extra.

Sam frowned a little and sighed, “I’m sorry I’ve been so difficult” he whispered, “I just…I don’t like to think about it; what we need to do to survive. I guess I was hoping for some miracle cure before it came to this.”

“And I’m sorry I couldn’t give you one” it was the truth.

“You haven’t let me down Dean, so don’t go thinking that,” Sam locked his eyes on Dean’s. He needed to make Dean believe him, “I mean you’re good. You’ve achieved some amazing feats. And you’re the best big brother in the entire world…but even you can’t do the impossible. And I don’t expect it of you. As stubborn as I am.”

“Yeah…” Dean swallowed, “But I promised-”

“You promised you will take care of me. And you have Dean, I know you always will. But you never promised to turn us back to normal. There’s a very good chance we can’t become human again.” Sam said, knowing he was admitting defeat, “But that’s not your fault. I don’t blame you for any of this and I definitely won’t put it on your head if we never find a way to turn back.” He sighed and leaned his forehead against Dean’s, “I love you…so much. I can think of things a lot worse then being with you for an eternity.”

“You mean that?” Dean asked softly, searching Sam’s eyes.

“There are things I don’t like. But the most important thing is…we’re in this together. And I’m going to start acting like your partner and not a needy baby.” He said in determination.

“But you are my baby” Dean chuckled softly, “No matter what, I will take care of you.” he vowed.

“I know” Sam smiled, “And I’m gonna do all I can to take care of you too.”

"I Will Take Care of You" 9

2008-08-30T03:32:35Z

Title: I Will Take Care of You

Author: Kida

Verse: Were wolf!Dean/Vampire!Sam

Pairings: Wincest

Rating: NC-17

Genre: AUish

Disclaimer: not mine.

Summary: Dean gets an unexpected visit.

ps- yes, this chapter and chapter 8 are short. but i'm putting them both up so you can't be too mad at me :P
ps2- it's still doing that weird thingy ma bob...*shrug* sorry!

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Dean sighed happily as he set what was left of the corpse on fire. It seemed that Sammy had finally stopped fighting. He had looked so peaceful in his slumber, God Sammy was beautiful. The fresh blood running through his veins flushing those dimpled cheeks still evident on the younger boy's sleeping face.

The elder Winchester looked down at the stake and was instantly sick. Sam had almost used this very stake to kill himself. Blessed it with an incantation and had held the point to his heart. Surely now Sam had given in, he wouldn’t have such thoughts any more. Dean watched the flames lick at their victim’s butchered corpse. Sam was going to be ok.

“Didn’t think you would” stated a voice Dean instantly knew and hated, “You couldn’t let him die, could you?”

“Where’d you come from?” Dean growled

“You let him eat, kill. Hell, " she nodded to the flaming corpse, "you dragged the poor bastard back here and served him up for Sam, didn’t you?”

“Sam is good!” Dean screamed adamantly.

“We were good too,” She replied calmly but earnestly, “before we were bitten and turned.”

“What sick game are you playing?” he demanded.

“This is the only way I could make you listen, make you understand.” Her face showed signs of remorse, but Dean’s eyes stayed sharp and accusing, “Dean, not all of us are bad just because we’re supernatural. I still remember when I was a human. I was a school teacher for goodness sake.”

“Hey" Dean cut her rant short, "just coz you two monsters turned me and Sammy, don’t mean I gotta listen to your damn sob story.” The Winchester sneered.

“You really should try to be a little nicer seeing we’re the only friends you got now.” She straightened up, her face hardened at Dean’s lack of sympathy, “Who of your old contacts are going to give shelter to a werewolf and vampire? No one’s going to trust you now.”

Dean’s lip curled as he shook his head, “We don’t NEED any one else.”

She sighed and turned around, meeting with Dean’s stake. He lunged. The vampire gasped and gurgled as blood poured from her mouth. “All I’ll ever need is Sammy.” Dean twisted the stake, hearing the audible squish of her internal organs being churned beneath severed flesh.

"I Will Take Care of You" 8

2008-08-30T03:12:39Z

Title: I Will Take Care of You

Author: Kida

Verse: Were wolf!Dean/Vampire!Sam

Pairings: Wincest

Rating: NC-17

Genre: AUish

Disclaimer: not mine.

Summary: Sam feeds.

ps- guys, i have no idea what's going on with this frigin thing but ive tried to edit it like 6 times and i have it's still not playing nice. so sorry, but just deal until i work it out.

ps2- yes, this chapter and chapter 9 are short. but i'm putting them both up so you can't be too mad at me :P

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Dean watched Sam’s throat rapidly work the blood down. He was drinking. Dean had never seen anything so relieving or wonderful. “That’s it, baby; drink it down.” He encouraged, “Drink it all down, that’s a good boy.” The elder Winchester crooned.

Sam continued to guzzle down the flask’s contents until every last drop had been consumed, “More” he moaned…”More Dean…please?!” the younger Winchester begged.

“I think you’ve had your fill for tonight, Sammy.” Dean chuckled but Sam’s ferocious growl cut his endearing laughter short.

“MORE!” the flask was thrown across the room and before Dean knew it, Sam was heading for the door.

Dean jumped in front of him, “What are you doing? Come on, back to bed baby.”

“Where is he? I want more!” Sam pawed at the door as Dean gently pulled him backwards.

“He’s dead, Sam.”

“There’s got to be more in him though- 10 more flasks worth, at least.”

Dean squinted at Sam cautiously, “Whoa, hold it. You can’t drink a dead man’s blood, you know that. For your first kill, what I gave you was plenty”

Sam pouted. He let himself droop against his brother’s strong frame and nuzzled at Dean’s neck, “But I want more.” He sulked, resting his ear right against Dean’s pulse. Looking up from the elder man’s shoulder , he saw the fine almost dried line of blood from the corner of Dean’s mouth that had rolled all the way down his chin to cease at the juncture where the well defined jaw line met the smooth corded neck. Sam’s tongue flicked out involuntarily and licked at that spot, it was faint and hardly a drop but it tasted wonderful. Blood and Dean. Sam licked a long fluent stripe from the juncture, all the way to Dean’s mouth. Dean opened his mouth in question, but Sam merely took the opportunity to shove his tongue in- chasing the taste of blood. Dean’s eyes widened in surprise as Sam kissed him with more passion then he could ever remember. Then Sam was shoving him towards the bed, without breaking contact, until Dean fell onto the mattress, Sam coming down with him as if they were physically fused together. “God Dean, you taste so good.” Sam panted, finally pulling back enough to let Dean gasp air back into his lungs.

Dean frowned a little, “Me or the blood.” To which Sam only grinned a feral show of teeth and fangs, leaning closer. Dean’s breath hitched when he felt the points of Sam’s long fangs graze against the skin of his all too vulnerable throat. “Both” the vampire whispered against his skin, “More, Dean.” It whined against it’s brother’s skin, “Please?”

The elder Winchester took a deep breath; he ran his fingers through the fine hairs at the back of his brother’s neck. Gently he pulled the younger’s man’s head forward, “If you need more, take it Sammy.” Because Dean Winchester always gave Sammy what he needed.

He grunted in shock and pain as the fangs sunk into his flesh. The ruptured skin stung momentarily before all senses went numb. Dean relaxed a little while his brother began sucking his blood flow out through his neck. He wrapped his other arms around Sam’s back and laid down, against the pillows. Luckily for Dean; were-wolves blood is different to humans. It will fill a vampire up quicker and for longer. So Sam didn’t feed off Dean long at all before he pulled back and began lapping at the mark.

“All full?” Dean asked simply as if Sam had eaten nothing more then a burger. Sam nodded with droopy eyes, his head guided to the pillow by Dean’s ever caring hands. Dean smiled down at his beautiful baby brother who looked up at him sleepily. “Rest, baby boy.” He leant over to press a kiss to Sam’s forehead, “You did good.” Sam’s eyes drifted shut and he yawned so wide that the blood splattered fangs gleamed in clear view.

After his little brother had fallen asleep, Dean slipped out of bed to do away with the corpse. He picked up the stake he had previously thrown out of Sam’s bounded reach and tip toed out the door.

"I Will Take Care of You" 7

2008-08-28T14:58:44Z

Title: I Will Take Care of You

Author: Kida

Verse: Were wolf!Dean/Vampire!Sam

Pairings: Wincest

Rating: NC-17

Genre: AUish

Disclaimer: not mine.

Summary: Sam doesn't want to be a vampire, can Dean stop him in time before he gives up completely?

Feedback: YES PLEASE

Sam didn’t want to be a vampire, Sam didn’t like being a vampire. Sam didn’t take to being a supernatural evil creature half as well as Dean did. Not that Dean was enjoying it, he just seemed to fall into the whole ‘killing and eating humans’ thing a lot easier then Sam seemed to. When Sam pointed that little fact out, Dean just shrugged and said, “We were raised hunters, Sam. The target just changed.”

But that wasn’t the only thing that changed. Everything changed.

His brother no longer gently kissed him and coaxed him into bed, he dragged Sam and threw him down onto the mattress. Dean no longer rocked into Sam, he pounded harsh violent thrusts. He no longer whispered to Sam, he growled, bellowed when he was close; ‘MINE! Mine, mine MIIIINE!’

Sam was no longer relaxed and sated afterwards, he was exhausted and sore.

Sam didn’t want to do this anymore. He wanted to end it.

Dean was relieved that Sam had finally agreed to feed off the creatures of the wood, but it wouldn’t do forever, this was just the tie over until he could talk Sam into taking the blood of humans like he truly needed. Tonight, he’d snagged a hare for Sammy’s supper. He decided to grab the one that looked old and scrawny so he could convince Sam that it had had a good life. The last time he’d walked through the door with a ‘cute little bunny rabbit’ Sam had taken it off him and let it go outside again. Sure things were a bit shaky, but he still had Sammy and that’s all that mattered.

The breath caught in his throat as the elder Winchester walked into the cabin. “What the hell are you doing?” Dean barked, as Sam froze in surprise- stake of freshly blessed wood poised over his heart.

Dean’s tone wash harsh, but the panic in his eyes resulted in Sam loosening his grip on the stake, “I’m out. I give up. I can’t DO this any more, Dean.” He shook his head and repositioned the piece of wood over his chest.

“YOU give up?” Dean asked incredulously, folding his arms over his chest, “Just what is it you’ve been doing that’s so goddamn hard?” he flung an arm in the direction of the door,” As I recall it…I’M the one who’s been out there hunting every frigging night, scrounging around for YOUR dinner.”

“Don’t you get it, Dean?” Sam sobbed brokenly, “I’d rather be DEAD!” he screamed and his throat was instantly raw and burning,

“You don’t mean that” and Dean was telling him, ordering him not to mean it as if he could control Sam’s feelings and will. His heart sank at Sam’s admission. He couldn’t loose Sam or Sam’s love and some how, he felt like both of them were determined on deserting him.

“I can’t LIVE like this, Dean. It’s not living at all!”

Dean dragged a hand across his lips as he always did when under stress, “Listen,” he tried rationalizing, trying to calm his brother and his own racing heart, ”I know things look pretty bleak at the moment…but I’m gonna figure something out, I promise you,” he stepped closer, “I’m gonna take care of you.” he vowed.

Sam’s sarcastic snort of laughter cut deeply, “Yeah, you’ve been doing a great job of that so far.” It was out before he could stop himself and Dean froze, “Crap…I didn’t mean that Dean,”

“Yeah…you did” Dean stated coldly. He nodded to himself, deciding something, “I’m going out. Hungry.” He explained simply. Sam lowered the stake and walked up to Dean, “Dean I love you but…I’m sorry…I just…” his skin was still so pale, the furry woods rodents were hardly nourishing him at all. Sam needed human blood now.

The older Winchester swung a swift blow to the back of Sam’s head with the blade of his hand. Sam’s body became immediate dead weight which Dean caught and tied to the bed, “You’re not killing yourself, Sammy. I won’t let you. You have to stay here with me” he whispered.

Dean dragged the screaming nameless man back to their cabin and as he got nearer, the victim’s screams bled with Sam’s furious yells. As soon as Dean was through the door, Sam was screaming curses at him, “You dirty lying bastard! I can’t believe you DID that to me?! You’re suppose to love me” he screeched.

“I do love you, Sammy.” Dean smiled softly, “But” he said in his best big brother voice, despite the situation, “I couldn’t risk you wondering off and trying anything else stupid.” He tsk-tsked.

Sam had quieted down but not because of Dean’s words, because of what Dean had towed in. Dean frowned and looked behind him at the subject which Sam was staring at, “Don’t worry, baby. I won’t do it here if you don’t want me to. I’ll take him outside”

“Nooooo! Please don’t! Take my money, I won’t tell any one. Just don’t kill me, PLEASE!!!” the man begged as Dean effortlessly pulled him behind him out through the back door.

When Dean came back in with a metal flask (so Sam didn’t have to see the dreaded liquid before he drank it) his brother was glaring up at him from the bed. Dean sighed and sat next to him, untying the restraints and rubbing soothing circles into the red evidence of Sam’s struggle with his thumbs.

“Sit up,” he encouraged gently and supported Sam’s back. He uncapped the flask and brought it to Sam’s lips. Sam’s fangs involuntary lowered as he shuddered, “I’m not touching it” he tried to knock the flask out of Dean’s hand as he concentrated, willed his fangs to reside back into his gums.

“Sammy, please. You gotta drink something soon or you’ll…” but he refused to finish it. He didn’t want to hear Sam tell him again that he’d rather be dead then stuck with Dean for all eternity.

“We can’t keep going like this” Sam’s voice wavered emotionally, “What right do we have? To keep killing innocent people just to so we can maintain ourselves?” he sighed, “This goes against everything Dad ever taught us” and he knew he hit a sore spot. Dean’s fist connected with his jaw.

“You leave Dad out of this. Dad was never turned into something he hunted like we were!”

“No, but if he did, he wouldn’t of kept himself alive would he? Murder Dean. We kill innocent people every time we get peckish.”

“They’re not innocent, Sam!”

“What?”

“I only…I only kill bad people.”

“It doesn’t make a difference….you think you can feel better about it coz their not all ‘Virgin Mary’s then you’re wrong, Dean! God knows we both got our fair share of sins under our belts”

“Come on, Sammy. Don’t you think we’ve paid our dues by now, huh?” it was Dean’s way of begging Sam for forgiveness.

“Dean, we didn’t spend our whole lives doing good just so we could spend the rest of eternity monsters. It’s not gonna balance it out”

“We didn’t ASK to be turned into monsters. I’m gonna figure something out and I WILL take care of you!” Dean swore, “Just promise to trust me a little until I find something solid, ok? Just give me some time. I’m begging you Sammy, please…PLEASE?”

Sam nodded, “Yeah, I know you’ll take care of me. You always have.”

“I love you, baby” Dean whispered, pulling Sam’s forehead against his own.

“Love you too Dean. So much”

“I know, baby” he held up the flask against Sam’s lips, “drink”

Sam shook his head, “No”

“You have to. It’s just gotta be like this, just for a little while. Then I’m gonna do all I can to find an answer and…and maybe….”

He couldn’t finish the sentence because he couldn’t guarantee to turn them human again and Sam and he both knew Dean never made Sammy a promise he couldn’t keep. That, to the youngest Winchester was defeat right there.

“I can’t be looking for an answer if I’m worried about you dying on me, Sammy. I need to know you’re ok first.” Dean confessed softly. Sam looked at him with eyes that pleaded with Dean for another option, “I can’t concentrate on anything else, Sammy. All I can focus on is how pale you’re getting. How weak you’re getting. It’s scaring me. I can’t loose you.”

Sam’s bottom lip quivered as he clenched his eyes shut and opened his mouth, letting Dean pour the scarlet liquid in and to his disgust, he drank it greedily -like a starving man because, to be honest, that’s what he was.

"I Will Take Care of You" 6

2008-08-28T14:25:58Z

Hey my little darklings,

well this update is esecially for

cats_eye78 :) So enjoy, it's on the short side, but it's progress.

Title: I Will Take Care of You

Author: Kida

Verse: Were wolf!Dean/Vampire!Sam

Pairings: Wincest

Rating: NC-17

Genre: AUish

Disclaimer: not mine.

Summary: Sam finally confronts Dean about all his concerns, and visa versa: Dean is worried that if Sam doesn't eat soon, he'll die.

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Sam was in that fuzzy in between stage of waking up. He snuggled into the warm body behind him, relishing in the fell of smooth skin against his back. Dean was Dean again.

“Hey baby boy, you awake?” Dean kissed Sam’s shoulder.

Sam mumbled a reply and snuggled in closer.

“You’re looking pretty pale. We really need to get something into you.” Dean observed, stroking Sam’s pasty white cheek with his fingertips.

“M’not killing anyone,” Sam grumbled, pulling the blanket up and tucking it right under his chin.

“What about if I get you a grizzly or stag? Something that will last you a while?” Dean suggested.

“Oh sure, I’ll just ask my were wolf brother to go out and slaughter something in the woods for me.” Sam scoffed, giving up on sleep.

“Well sooner or later, you’re going to have to eat something.” Dean said a little more sternly.

“I don’t want to talk about it right now.” Sam growled stubbornly.

“Ok, let’s talk about something else then.” Dean thought, “Something nice and light” he added.

Sam turned to face Dean and openly gaped at him, “Since WHEN do you want to TALK?”

“Since you never do anymore.” Dean replied sharply. His eyes immediately softened and he sighed, “You don’t talk to me anymore, Sammy. It used to be a task just getting you to shut up. Now, you just look at me as if I’m about to attack you.”

“Well are you?”

“Of course not!” Dean sat up and looked at Sam incredulously, “I’d never let ANY harm come to you. Sammy, you know that ….don’t you?”

“You do know those morning talks were the morning after talks don’t you?” Sam said dryly.

“Oh, so that’s the problem. You need some more of my loving so you can get all girly and chatter mouth.” Dean smirked, kissing the back of sam’s neck while beginning a subtle rock against Sam, “I think that can be arranged.”

The younger Winchester could feel Dean’s heart begin to beat more quickly with excitement and arousal. Sam’s gums began to sting with the familiar pain of his fangs wanting residency over his mouth. Not wanting chauvinist Dean to know about Sam’s lack of control, he did want any stubborn little brother would do in his situation; he put the blame on his older brother, “I’m don’t think I’m ready for that, seeing as I’m still sore from the last time you were in rut” he said as he tried to shuffle out of Dean’s embrace and god it was tempting to just give himself over.

Dean paused his motions, “Oh, Oh I’m sorry. See I thought the reason we hadn’t done anything in so long was as soon as we get that close, you can’t control your new teeth.” he said, completely hitting the nail on the head.

In embarrassment and anger, Sam shoved and kicked to put space between them, “Don’t talk to me about teeth! Your new jaws have already chomped in my direction more then once. I thought you were going to eat or kill me at least a half dozen times.”

“So you DID think I was going to attack you?”

“Its not exactly comforting when a 7 foot monster-”

“Monster?!” Dean cut in, “So that’s really what you think of me? I‘m just a monster waiting to eat you up for dinner.”

“Me or maybe some tenants of a certain cabin we’re staying in.” Sam said spitefully.

Dean growled and pushed himself out of bed, heading for the door despite being completely naked.

“Where are you going in the buff?” Sam rolled his eyes.

“The monster’s going to go out and slaughter something for you to eat.” He spat back before transforming and storming out of the cabin.

Sam wasn’t entirely sure if Dean was going to return. He’d been out all day. Sam was weary and constantly tired so all he did was hide under the covers of their bed in the dark bedroom that Dean had made sure no sunlight could peek into. He had painted all the windows with tar and gone around the wood interior, duct taping up any wholes in the wood. Dean had also blacked out all the other windows and cracks in the house but out of self pity, Sam rarely ventured any where else.

Just after nightfall, Dean returned with a magnificent bear. He howled out to Sam who found himself curious enough to venture out. To Sam’s utter amazement, Dean’s were wolf form had not only caught the bear, but brought it back to Sam completely alive and struggling in his vice like grip. Dean knew that Sam could not drink the blood of any deceased life form. Dean made a throaty encouraging noise for Sam to eat up but his younger brother simply stood there in awe of the golden grizzly. He growled a little more firmly but Sam looked up at him, “I won’t do it, Dean. Let him go.”

Dean roared ferociously as one of the bear’s paws slipped out of his grip.

“No!” Sam yelled back just an angrily.

A sound of frustration erupted from Dean’s jaws. He snapped the grizzly’s neck with his strong claws and transformed back into his human form, “Quick Sam, before its heart stops!”

The younger Winchester kneeled beside the limp form and petted it’s golden form, “His heart already stopped.” Sam said softly, “I heard it give out the moment you snapped his neck.” He turned to look accusingly at Dean, “You killed this poor creature for no reason.”

Dean scratched at his scalp in agitation and stress, “You’ve got to stop this! I know it’s hard to accept but enough is enough, Sammy.” He dropped next to his baby brother and held Sam’s face in both hands, forcing the other to look at him, “If you don’t eat something soon, you’ll die”

Sam reached up and gently pulled his brother’s hands away, “I’m a vampire, I’m already dead”

"I Will Take Care of You" 5

2008-08-16T08:15:49Z

Title: I Will Take Care of You

Author: Kida

Verse: Were wolf!Dean/Vampire!Sam

Pairings: Wincest

Rating: NC-17

Genre: AUish

Disclaimer: not mine.

Summary: Will Sam survive Dean's full-moon driven hunger?

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Sam awoke to a dark room and a throbbing head ache. Well, at least he wasn’t dead, he tried to reason. He looked around and tried to focus. His vampire eyes seemed to give him slight nocturnal vision. It was ‘their’ cabin. Sam wondered why Dean would have brought him back here.

“Dean?” he called out. No answer. Slowly, he pushed himself to his feet.

“Dean?” the younger Winchester tried again.

“Sorry, he’s still out on his full moon romp.” A voice tinged with sarcastic laughter informed him.

Sam spun around to face the vampire who had turned him, “You! You turned me into this monster!”

“If anyone’s to blame, it’s you and especially your arrogant boyfriend.”

“Brother” Sam corrected the vampire.

“Brother? Oh ew, and you think I’m twisted.” She crinkled her nose, “I’ve checked in on you two before…you’re usually busy.”

“How’d you track us?” Sam blushed profusely, knowing they’d been caught out.

“I made you Sam. I’ll always know where you are.”

His face hardened, “Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t decapitate you.”

“I think you might need me and my mate’s help controlling your…brother.” She explained.

“Speaking of which, where is he?” Sam scanned the room, he didn’t want to be caught out like last time.

“It’s a full moon, he’s probably doing the same thing as your Dean- feeding.” The vampire informed him, “Listen, you’re not going to be able to control him forever. Not without our help anyway. He’ll become a ruthless killer, just like any other were-wolf.”

“ Dean’s fine. Your boyfriend might have turned him into a werewolf, but he didn’t turn him evil.” Sam said adamantly.

“You honestly believe that?” she laughed.

“Yes,” Sam lied.

“Sam, don’t you think it’s strange that you’ve been growing weaker, but Dean seems as strong as ever?” she posed the question that had been running through Sam’s mind.

“You can’t turn me on my brother.” Sam glared, knowing the vampire’s game.

“And this cabin…pretty good condition, yet no people…”

“It’s probably just a holiday shack.” Sam repeated Dean’s words.

“You don’t think he’s out at this very moment tearing innocent people to shreds?” she stepped closer.

“No.” Sam took a step backwards.

“You don’t think he’d ever turn on you? You don’t think he’d ever hurt his weak little brother?” She cooed sarcastically.

“Of course not. Dean loves me. No matter what!”

“Really? Didn’t he throw you into a tree so hard you fell unconscious not two hours ago?” she queried.

“He tried to warn me to go.” Sam answered meekly.

“Because he was scared he was going to hurt you. And he did.”

“No, he brought me back here, he didn’t want to hurt me.”

She down right cackled at that, “You think big strong Dean brought you back here? Wrong. I did. Dean left you to die.”

“He…he did lean over me” Sam frowned in thought, “…oh god…did he try to…EAT me?”

“All I know if I found you unconscious in the woods and brought you back here. You’re welcome by the way.” She added, “Listen, I know he’s your brother and you want to believe in him, but this is the horrible truth. I’m not without sympathy though. I’m here to help, so long as you accept it.” She watched Sam’s face as he tried to take in what she was saying, “You know where to find me when you’re ready, Sam.”

Sam was in a mess of his own thoughts when the door slammed open against the adjacent wall and Dean’s large wolf form stomped into the cabin, eyes finally locking on Sam.

“Dean? I think we need to talk.” Sam said a little nervously.

Dean watched him closely, predatorily. The beast stepped closer and loomed over Sam’s smaller frame.

“Can you change back? I need to talk to the person Dean, not the wolf.”

The beast only growled in response.

“I need to know if you almost killed me tonight and who else you’ve killed. If you killed the people who owned the cabin?” Sam cut straight to the point, “I want to believe that you’re still good, Dean.” The creature made no effort to respond so Sam pressed on, “Do you even love me anymore?”

A hungry gleam shone in Dean’s eyes as he opened his mouth, revealing his long sharp jaws. Sam cradled his head with his arms as Dean’s teeth descended on him. Instead of feeling pain, he felt himself being lifted, Dean was carrying him by the collar of his shirt. He dropped Sam onto the bed and the younger Winchester wasn’t sure what to make of it. The black beast raised his claws and swiped it down Sam’s front, without scratching him, Sam’s shirt falling to shreds in their wake, “There’s only two ways this can go…and I’m not liking either one right now.” Sam said aloud, stunned at what was happening. A very large tongue licked up Sam’s chest and over his neck in one long swipe. “You can’t be serious.” Sam squirmed as the tongue lapped at his cheek, covering half his face on each pass. A strong paw shoved at his chest, pushing him down against the mattress. The snout nuzzled Sam’s neck.

“Ok, Dean. Stop messing around now.” Sam said as sternly as his trembling voice could. He pushed at the broad chest above him and when it didn’t move, Sam began to really panic, “Dean…please? Don’t.” he begged.

The wolf’s sharp yellow eyes softened as he bowed his head to look at Sam, who looked openly petrified. After what was in reality seconds, but seemed an eternity for the terrified Sam, the creature lifted it’s weight off Sam and shuffled out of his personal space.

Dean curled himself into a ‘U’ at the head of the bed and let out a soft beckoning mewl for his little brother to join him. Sam hesitated only for a moment before helaid down in the nest Dean had created with his warm body and let his head be pillowed by Dean’s soft fur. “I knew you wouldn’t hurt me.” He whispered as he drifted off petting Dean’s silky black pelt, body exhausted and relieved. Only when he was entirely sure Sam was asleep did Dean transform back to his human state and gently moved Sam so that he could spoon his baby brother, “Don’t worry, Sammy. We’ll figure this out. I’ll take care of you.” he whispered into the younger man’s hair. He smiled and stroked it thinking how beautiful a wolf Sam would have been.

"I Will Take Care of You" 4

2008-08-15T23:25:04Z

Title: I Will Take Care of You

Author: Kida

Verse: Were wolf!Dean/Vampire!Sam

Pairings: Wincest

Rating: NC-17

Genre: AUish

Disclaimer: not mine.

Summary: Dean's first full moon! Will he be able to control his hunger over his instincts?

Feedback: YES PLEASE

Dean found that, regardless of his first episode, he could usually change at will. Sam however, had no control over his fangs that instinctively slid out of his gums and down his chin when ever he could sense blood; especially Dean’s. If Dean accidentally cut himself while shaving, or sharpening his knives collection, Sam would have to run out of the room, out of ‘sniffing distance’ and get his new teeth back under control.

Dean found that it had become particularly annoying when they were intimate and Sam’s cheek was pressed up against Dean’s neck, his big brother’s pulse beating rapidily against his skin. Sam would suddenly begin to shove at Dean’s chest, begging him to get off of him and flee from the room, hand over his mouth as if ashamed that he could not will his thirst.

Despite Dean’s increasing control, his first full moon was fast approaching. Though he wouldn’t admit it to his Sammy, he was terrified. He didn’t know what he’d do or how much self control he’d have over his will. He’d die before hurting Sammy but that was Dean who had his head together, not ‘crazy full moon instinctively and savagely hungry about to eat anyone in sight’!Dean. They’d been squatting in an abandoned shack, on top of a hill yet nestled safely away from view. Ever since Sam first told Dean they should move as far away from people as they could, some where deserted.

Sam was surprised at the lack of dust and cobwebs in the small house. Dean didn’t look him in the eye when he said, “Maybe it’s a holiday shack and they were down recently or something.” But Sam was too tired and relieved to finally find something a little more constant to analyze Dean.

“I’ve been thinking,” Dean began, “Maybe we should get some chains…in case I change.” He suggested hesitantly, “If not, then at least we can try something kinky,” he smirked, trying to make light of the situation.

“You won’t kill anyone Dean. I mean, besides the guy in the alley. And that was because he was threatening us.” Sam replied, “You haven’t killed anyone else yet have you?” he smiled reassuringly.

Dean cleared his throat and didn’t look up at Sam, “I still think it’s a good idea.”

“You’re not going to do anything bad, Dean.” Sam repeated more firmly, as if he were demanding the fact to be true, “ I know you’re not. You’re still the same person.” Sam said it like he truly believed what he was saying.

“Oh come ON, Sammy!” Dean snapped, “How long have we been hunting these things down? You know what I’ll do under a full moon’s influence. It will be instinct.”

Sam just looked at Dean as if their father had just died all over again.

Sam had his ‘rebelling against everything Dean said’ face on, “This is ridiculous.”

“Do it, Sammy.” Dean held out the chain to Sammy, they’d been having the same argument for the last two hours.

“Dean I’m not gonna chain you up like some animal.”

“Were wolf, Sammy.” Dean pointed out, “Just DO it!” Dean threw the chains at Sam’s feet. He grabbed his head and began to writhe in the sharp hot pain of everything starting to expand beneath his own skin.

“I just….” Sam paused with a frown on his face, “ Dean?” he asked cautiously, “Dean are you ok?” but from the way Dean was hissing and moaning, he definitely was not ok. Dean collapsed to his knees and let out a loud painful howl.

“Dean!” Sam asked desperately, clueless as to what he could do to help,

“Go Sammy,” Dean managed to groan out, “I ca-can’t con- NRNNGH!- control this NRGH! this one”

“No Dean, I’m not leaving you.” Sam insisted standing there feeling absolutely useless.

“SAAAAAM!” Dean scolded, “GOOOO!” he screamed as his mouth and nose grew out into a snout, his fur thickened and nails lengthened and sharpened into claws.

Sam gasped at the fury in the large yellow eyes staring down at him.

“Dean…are…are you okay?” Sam asked cautiously. Before he could blink, Dean’s huge paw swiped through the air and knocked Sam off his feet and into the tree behind him. He felt the sharp blow to the back of his head before everything started to blur into numb darkness. The last thing Sam saw before his eyes slid closed was Dean’s drooling snout and sharp teeth drawing nearer as the beast leaned over him.

"I Will Take Care of You" 3

2008-08-06T05:31:04Z

Title: I Will Take Care of You

Author: Kida

Verse: Were wolf!Dean/Vampire!Sam

Pairings: Wincest

Rating: NC-17

Genre: AUish

Disclaimer: not mine.

Summary: The hunters become what they hunt

Feedback: YES PLEASE

They had gone over 12 hours without talking about their current predicament. Dean was not wanting to and Sam walking around with a silently worried. Dean could see the concern etched into his brother’s face. He knew he should be comforting Sam, knew that was what his body was craving to do right now. He knew sooner or later they’d have to talk about it. But how to begin talking after 14 hours of silence? Dean’s body answered for him.

Dean groaned as his stomach growled loudly, “Man, I am starving!”

“Yeah, do you think we should go find somewhere to…” they still hadn’t come to terms with what their new diet might and might not allow.

“There’s a diner two blocks away.” Dean nodded.

“Do you think we can still…” Sam began carefully.

“Hey,” Dean held up a hand, not wanting to talk about it, but knowing they had to, “For all we know, we might not even actually be….”

“The chances of that are a million to one, Dean.” Sam arched a brow.

Dean pouted his lips in thought before splitting into a grin,” Then there’s still a chance.”

Unfortunately, it turned out there was no chance. Dean gagged over his bacon and fries and Sam had to cover his mouth as he began to throw up. He ran outside and Dean quickly got up and followed. If he weren’t so worried about his little brother, he’d have found the whole thing funny. The other diners began to sniff and inspect their food cautiously. He found Sam hurling his guts up behind into the dumpster. “Shit, Sammy, you ok?”

“Wonderful” Sam groaned sarcastically, “that’s the second time today I can say ‘told you so’.” He wiped at his mouth.

“Well, I’ll give you the food credit.” Dean instinctively wrapped an arm around Sam and rubbed his back comfortingly as Sam tried to spit out the foul taste in his mouth, “But we were both right about what was killing all those people.” He smirked triumphantly before pausing with a thoughtful look on his face, “Which reminds me, when are you gonna wash my girl? Remember, in the buff, Sammy.”

“Dean,” Sam looked at him incredulously, “I just puked up my entire stomach contents and then some. I don’t want to think about washing the damn ca-” Sam froze mid word.

“Hey buddy, your wallet. Hand it over.” Sam felt the gun press into his back. His hand grabbed onto Dean’s elbow and squeezed a warning. Dean stayed perfectly still, he didn’t want this amateur freaking out and shooting Sam, “Just give him the wallet. It’s not worth you getting killed over.” Dean said casually, easily.

“Yeah, ok, sure…,” Sam said, fishing out his wallet, “I’m going to turn around and give it to you, ok?” he tried to keep his tone even and calm, in a sense reassuring.

“Just hold it up! You turn around, I’ll shoot you.” the guy shoved the barrel of his gun even harder into Sam’s back.

“That’s not the best way to make friends now, is it?” Dean scoffed.

“Shut up, you!” The crook lifted the gun away from Sam to point at Dean. Dean was quicker. For the time it took the thief to move his arm, Dean already had his wrist in a death grip and his neck squeezed in one hand. Before he knew what was happening, his hands began to grow around the other man’s wrist and throat, black hair growing everywhere, his nails began to lengthen into sharp curled claws that began to dig into the crook’s flesh like a hot knife through butter.

“Deeeean?” Sam asked cautiously, backing away nervously.

Dean’s head whipped around to look at Sam who, although trying to keep a confident ‘we deal with this shit every day’ posture, was almost cowering in a mixture of shock and fear. He frowned, this wasn’t good if Sam was scared. And why was he now staring down at Sam?

He glared into his victim’s now blood shot eyes, his ears and skin prickling in delight at the short choked gasps. He noticed there was something sticking out of his face, something black and long and very similar to a dog’s snout. ‘That’s not good’ he looked down the length of his body, the poor bastard’s feet were dangling a good foot off the ground now, ebony fur now encased Dean’s body, his feet and legs were paws and those of a dog’s hind limbs; the remnants of his clothes laying in torn up shreds around him. ‘Shit’ he mentally cursed, realizing what this meant.

A fierce roar erupted from deep with inside him and he more felt then heard the man’s neck break in his grasp. He watched his claws shove the lifeless form through the air, watched it crash into the ground in a heaped lump of broken limbs.

He tried to regain himself. Ok, so he was officially a werewolf. His stomach growled; correction- a hungry werewolf. He wondered what werewolves ate besides….’people…’Dean’s eyes narrowed on the fresh pile of meat before him. Without thinking twice, he lunged forward.

“Dean, no!” Sam watched in complete horror as his brother tore into the deceased man’s flesh as if it were a burger he ordered at the diner’s everyday. He watched, glued to the spot, as Dean ripped an arm off, jaggedly clean at the elbow and munched like it were no different to a big juicy chicken drumstick .

The blood began to pour out and Sam’s nose automatically sniffed the air, almost able to taste the coppery scent. He gasped at the slight pain he felt in his gums, just above his canines. When he lifted a hand up to run at the tender gums, his finger came into contact with a long hard structure. Whimpering, he felt at the other side and discovered there were two long fangs protruding from his mouth. ‘Oh no!’ . The younger Winchester turned his focus away from where his brother was still savagely feasting and clenched his eyes shut, trying to will the fangs to retract back up from where ever the hell they came. Finally, as the blood began to stale in the cold night air, Sam felt the fangs slide up his chin and back into hiding.

Dean’s form straightened up, having had his fill, turning away from the corpse. A deep throaty noise alerted Sam into looking up, realizing that the giant wolf was slowly padding towards him on his back legs, like a man-wolf.

“Dean?” Sam asked, but got no verbal reply, “Please, Dean…come on, please know who I am.” Sam begged, trying to find some remaining human quality in the beasts eyes as it came nose to snout with him, bending down so close; Sam could feel every heated breath against his skin, “Please know who I am.” A giant paw flew up, Sam had to tense every muscle in his body not to flinch away, “It’s Sammy, Dean. You know me.” The paw hovered in the air, next to Sam’s head momentarily before gently resting on Sam’s shoulder. A cold wet nose pressed against Sam’s cheek, akin to a cold lipped kiss. Sam sighed in relief, “I thought I’d lost you there.” The wolf made a noise that was all too similar to Dean’s normal ‘don’t be stupid, Sammy’ scoff.

“Let’s get back to the motel.” Sam took Dean’s free paw tender in his own hand, marveling at how his hand only just clasped around the palm. It was like he was 6 and Dean was 10 all over again, “We should stick to the alleyway.” He decided for obvious reasons.

Luckily, the car park in front of motel was deserted. They got into their room without anyone noticing the 7 foot beast being tugged into room 17B.

“Uhm…” Sam looked his brother’s new form up and down after locking the door to the room and putting down the salt lines, “So…I’m guessing you can’t talk?” The wolf made a soft throaty nose. “I more meant English, Dean,” Sam sighed, knowing that was Dean’s attempt of trying, “Are you going to stay like that?” he asked, not expecting an answer, “I mean…the were wolf back at the cave was in human form.” Sam said, with hope tingeing his voice.

He sighed when Dean just groaned tiredly and sat back on his haunches, “I’m going to take a shower. Just…stay here?”

Sam’s shower lasted all of 20 seconds when he heard Dean growling and whining in distress, “Dean?” he grabbed the towel of the hand rail and tugged it around himself on his way. Dean’s paws were cradling his head and he was withering around on the floor in what looked to be agony.

“DEAN!” Sam fell to his knees next to his brother, running soothing hands over the broad form, “What wrong?”

Sam gasped as Dean’s snout began to shrink back into his face, fur shrinking back into the fine, hardly visible hairs that coated Dean’s body, claws shrinking back into nails and Dean himself; shrinking back to his normal size. Sam was so relieved; he flopped onto of his brother’s chest, which was heaving up and down from the whole shape shifting ordeal, “Thank God.” Sam whispered against Dean’s bare chest, hearing the rapid thud, thud, thud of the heartbeat beneath the smooth flesh. He forced himself to ignore it. Tears started to sting at his eyes, he was too tired to fight them.

“Sammy?” Dean wrapped his arms around Sam’s sobbing, “Hey, hey…shh, it’s ok. It’s ok baby boy. I’m not going to hurt you.”

“God, Dean….What did you do?”

“What did I do?” Dean sat up abruptly, pushing Sam off in the process, ““I was protecting you” Dean’s shoulder’s tensed defensively.

“You ATE him!” Sam exclaimed.

“He was dead anyway,” Dean looked away, not capable of bearing the accusation in Sam’s eyes.

“Because you killed him,” Sam said, voice low and suspicious.

“He had a gun to your back, Sammy. What the hell did you expect me to do?” Dean turned back to look at Sam, “I wouldn’t just kill an innocent person for no good reason.”

“I hope not.” Was all Sam said in reply.

"I Will Take Care of You" 2

2008-08-06T05:03:48Z

Title: I Will Take Care of You

Author: Kida

Verse: Were wolf!Dean/Vampire!Sam

Pairings: Wincest

Rating: NC-17

Genre: AUish

Warning: I can’t promise a happy ending because I haven’t written that far yet. Pfft, what am I talking about? Me not write a happy ending?

Disclaimer: Alas, Kripke won’t take my $50 for each character, so they are still his.

Summary: Basically I love that Dean is such a good big brother to Sam and this story is to make a point of it (among other things). Ironically the hunters become what they hunt…but how will they cope?

Feedback: is welcome in any size shape or form!

Chapter 2

Sam and Dean helped each other to their feet. The werewolf had wrapped a possessive arm around the vampire’s waist and strode off triumphantly. They didn’t seem interested in eating the boys and decided it would be better to leave them to suffer.

The Winchesters quickly made their way back through the cave and wood without any interruptions from their newest acquaintances.

Dean didn’t talk the whole way back. Just sat behind the wheel and drove as if on auto pilot back to their motel, glancing over to make sure Sam was still alright; as alright as they could be. Sam opened his mouth a few times, but just didn’t know what to say, so stayed silent, holding his palm firmly over his wound as Dean had, without words, instructed him to.

Once they were back in the motel room, the door bolted shut behind them, Sam looked at Dean expectantly. Dean just shrugged his duffle off his shoulder, “C’mere, Sammy.” He pushed Sam to sit down on the bed, next to the bag the older Winchester was rifling through. He pulled out the first aid kit and wordlessly set to work cleaning and disinfecting Sam’s wound. Maybe she hadn’t exchanged blood. Maybe this was just a bite wound. Sam wouldn’t willingly drink the Vampire’s blood. He knew how vampires were made.

“What are we going to do, Dean?” Sam asked, voice barely a whisper.

“Did you drink the blood?” Dean asked, straight to the point.

“Of course I wouldn’t.” Sam frowned tiredly, “She…cut her wrist, dripped it over the bite. I couldn’t stop her. Her ‘guard dog’ had already beaten me senseless. They got me in the tunnel.” He explained.

Dean was going to kill those monsters. Dean was furious. He was even more furious with himself, he shouldn’t have let Sam go off alone!

The older man checked Sam’s face again, just a small cut here and there, nothing major, “Arms.” He instructed. Sam obliged without question, used to a life time of Dad dragging him into a hunt and Dean dragging him back out. Dean was always the one that was there for him, who bandaged him and laid ‘get better’ kisses on all his ‘ouchies’.

Once the shirt was off, Dean’s hand clenched in the fabric, “Son of a bitch” he seethed, taking in the bruises scattered all over Sam’s chest and back.

“I should’ve been there with you. I shouldn’t’ve let you go off alone.”

“Dean, I’m 23 years old. You’ve been going off on hunts on your own for years.”
“I’m suppose to take care of you!” Dean said angrily. Sam knew that his brother’s anger was directed at himself, “It’s my job. I let you down. I let my guard down. I got us both bitten.”

“Dean...” Sam but Dean cut in.

“Patch me up, would you Sammy?”

"I Will Take Care of You" 1

2008-08-06T04:25:47Z

Hey all, i'vwe been working on this one for AGES. It's still a work in progress, but i thougt it might motivate me to write more if i start posting.

A HUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE thanks goes out to my dear friend sweetgirl7808 who really needs no introduction because the woman is legendary, for making this amazing header for me. Seriously people, if you haven't check her art out yet- GO DO IT RIGHT NOW because you DON'T know what your missing!

Title: I Will Take Care of You

Author: Kida

Verse: Were wolf!Dean/Vampire!Sam

Pairings: Wincest

Rating: NC-17

Genre: AUish

Warning: I can’t promise a happy ending because I haven’t written that far yet. Pfft, what am I talking about? Me not write a happy ending?

Disclaimer: Alas, Kripke won’t take my $50 for each character, so they are still his.

Feedback: is welcome in any size shape or form!

Prolouge

Dean doesn’t ‘fuck’ Sam. Never has and he never will. Dean loves Sam. Worships and adores him. Dean only ever makes love to Sam. But he doesn’t admit that to his brother. Never has, never will.

He rocks into Sam, curls himself around his brother as he rocks from the knees and hips.

They don’t talk dirty. Sam doesn’t talk at all. He’s usually reduced to whimpers, moans and pleasurable gasps. If Dean ever says anything, it’s “Mine”

Chapter 1

Sam and Dean had a bet going on this case. Usually they could agree on what kind of monster or ghost was responsible, but this time Sam had decided on a Vampire. Dean had laughed and said, “Just coz we found out vampires are actually real, doesn’t mean every case is now a vampire hunt,” and opted, “Nah, this is definitely the work of a were wolf.”

“Dean!” Sam had insisted, “This is a clear cut vampire case. I mean the wounds on the neck, the lack of blood…” he listed.

“Yeah, also evident in were wolf attacks” Dean retorted with an easy shrug of his shoulders. Sam shook his head. “Tell you what, Sammy. Why don’t we bet on it? If I’m right, you clean my car for me…naked.”

Sam just scowled at him with a sarcastic, “Hilarious, Dean. And what if I win?”

“Name your price” Dean smirked cockily, “Anything you want, it doesn’t matter, coz I’m wining anyway.”

“Fine, if I win…you have to sing.”

“I’m sorry, what?” Dean arched a brow.

“You have to sing to me, Dean.” Sam repeated.

“Like, what? Frigging serenade you or something?”

“No,” Sam smiled, “Like…when we were little and I used to have a nightmare and you’d just hold me and sing softly. And then you stopped.”

“That’s coz I thought you grew up. Apparently not.” Dean scoffed.

“Shut up. Besides, you said name your price, and if I’m right, that’s what I want.”

“Ok, if little brother’s right, he wants me to sing him a lull-a-bye. Just when I thought you couldn’t be any more gay.” Dean rolled his eyes.

So after a little more research, they’d tracked the beast (because as far as dean was concerned ‘it was too a beast’)

Dean and Sam had split up. They were deep in the heart of some wood not far from a town whose victims had both signs of were wolf and vampire attacks. They had come to a cave and in that cave, the tunnel had split two ways. Sam suggested they split, and Dean, not wanting to appear a worry wart over Sam, double checked Sam had all the weapons he’d need and said, “Meet back here in 15 minutes. I don’t think this cave has all too great reception.”

Dean felt his way along the cave walls for what seemed like forever. He came into what looked like bedroom. It had a bed, a dressing table with a mirror, and an abundance of lit candles, the only source of light.

On the bed, a form was bent over some poor lifeless bastard. Light gone from his wide eyes. It was feeding from his neck.

“So, it was a vampire that killed all those people.” Dean stated, raising the colt up and taking aim. The creature lifted it’s head and wiped her mouth with the corpse’s shirt.

“I had some help.” The Vampire slipped onto the ground and eyed him cautiously. This man didn’t look stupid, so why would he try to take her out with a gun?

“Help?” Dean frowned before it finally clocked, “Oh well, that’s rich” he scoffed, “A vampire and a werewolf. Cute. Very Underworld-ish.”

“Underworld-ish?” she frowned quizzically.

“You know?” Dean’s gun-arm dropped, “The supernatural of Romeo and Juliet. Foes that fall in love.”

The vampire shook her head, “Uhm…Why do you think we’re enemies?”

“In Underwold...the lycans and the-”

“Lycans?” she squints and looks at him like he just grew two heads.

“Shut up” Dean snapped childishly, raising his gun again.

“Well you’re right about one thing…it’s pretty hard being a vampire who’s in love with a werewolf. Seeing how werewolf blood makes me pretty damn thirsty.” She confessed.

“I got no sympathy for a killer like you” Dean replied sharply.

“A killer like me? You’re the one with the gun. I only kill when I have to eat! You people slaughter and eat animals all the time, what’s the difference?”

“Oh, there’s a big difference” Dean said, just out of instinct to disagree.

She looked thoughtful for a moment before her features softened and she shook her head sadly, “You find it so unforgivable?”

“Yeah, pretty much.” Dean didn’t skip a beat.

She glided forward a few steps, “What about if the person you loved was starving to death and the only thing he could eat was a human? Would you let him starve?”

Dean recognized the subtle threat, she was going to use Sam as leverage somehow, he cocked his gun, “Where’s Sammy?”

“Nyieduno” she shrugged. Dean checked the corpse although it seemed two feet shorter then Sam. It definitely wasn’t Sam.

“If you feed him to your over grown killer pup, I’ll rip you limb from limb,”

The girl exhaled patiently, “I’m not going to kill him. I’m just trying to prove a simple point here,”

“Where. Is. He?!” Dean gritted out

“Basement.” She nodded in the right direction, and Dean realized that the silky blood spattered curtain on the far side of the room was hanging as the door way to yet another tunnel.

He took off, leaving his back exposed but not caring. He had to get to Sammy.

Dean came into yet another candle lit chamber, immediately finding Sam crumpled in a heap in the middle of the room.

“Sammy? What the hell’d she do to you?”

“Dean” Sam breathed weakly. Relief washed over the older Winchester. Sam was alive! He pulled Sam onto his lap and tightly against him.

The Vampire appeared in the entrance where Dean had just run through, “You didn’t answer my question, Dean, would you let him starve?”

“You bitch! You turned him” it wasn’t a question, he could see the mark.

She nodded almost sadly, “Now you know how we feel.”

Another figure stepped out of the shadows. A tall dark man, “Not quite, my love. Not yet” Dean had really left his guard down this time. The vampire was blocking the hallway and he hadn’t even noticed the werewolf in the room until now. But he couldn’t bring himself to care. As long as Sam was alive, Dean could fight off anything against any odds.

The vampires face hardened, “Won’t you show him, then?” she whispered, barely audible.

Dean watched Sam’s pupils dilate with fear, “DEAN!” Sam screamed, but it was too late. The werewolf fangs were already deep in his brother’s neck, “NO!”

The werewolf pulled back after a few seconds, but it felt like an eternity to both Sam and Dean.

“Now you know how we feel.” The were wolf sneered smugly, “Or at least…” he wiped his mouth on the back of his sleeve, “you will”

Fix up on Cowboy!Verse

2008-02-22T12:25:58Z

Ok, I don't know what happened, but a few people have told me that the last few chapters of the Cowboy!Verse so I'm fixing it up...hopefully :)

Pairings: Jensen/Jared
Author: killer_kida

Warnings: Fluff overload!

Disclaimer: Don’t own Jared Padalecki, Jensen Ackles or any of their friends (OHHH, but if I DID ;) :P) . This is my fictional fantasy and although I would LIKE it to happen…I don’t have the proof it really took place (some how doubt it anyway :P)

Beta:

horror_goddess

Dedicated to: sass_kitten

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“I’m so sorry about Chad, Uncle Henry” Jared said with surprising sincerity. He didn’t like the man at all. But he hadn’t wished anything bad on Chad for what he’d done to him.

Uncle Henry sighed heavily and shook his head, “Serves him right! Got what was coming to him. Taking a hit on our Jen unawares and treating them horses so mean. It’s his own silly fault. I told him he’s gotta respect them horses more. 100 times I’ve told him, Jensen’s told him. Be gentle with them animals. They’re friendly enough but they’re powerful!”

“What are you gonna do about him?” Jared asked. Chad was still in hospital. He’d survived but with great injuries. His leg was broken, both arms had fractures, he had two cracked ribs and the doctors suspected head injuries.

“I’m going to have to find a good institution for him.” Uncle Henry shrugged, Chad would be too much work to look after on top of the farm. Jared was just surprised he cherished the farm over his own son.

“But he’s your son. You’re not keeping him here?” Jared had said it before he could stop himself.

“Chad’s my step son. And even if he were my son, he never respected me as his father. Always sponging off us and our hard earned rights. Never a thank you, sir. Or can I help you unless he wanted something. Now Jensen, he’s more of a son then Chad’ll ever be. Jensen I would want to look after myself. He’s always treated his Old Uncle right and does more around the farm then I can. Chad can be damned. I aint looking after a man who don’t never try to return a favor.” He shook his head distastefully and then frowned sadly, “Truth of it is, the only reason I kept taking him back in all those times is cause I promised his dying mother I’d watch out for the boy. But his ungratefulness, well the last thing I do for him is give him a good home with the care he needs. Then I’m closing my book on him.” He nodded determinedly.

“I think he’s lucky for you to even do that.” Jared replied softly, “I don’t know if I ever officially thanked you for taking me in. You didn’t need too. I mean you and Jen seem to have everything under control. You two...you’re really good people. There should be more people like you in the world”

“Oh I’m sure there is” Uncle Henry waved it off, “Just takes a while to find ‘em. Besides, you’re a hard working boy. I took a chance on a kid that needed a lift on you exceeded my expectation by far. Now, I haven’t told Jen this, but I’m getting older you know” he paused looking Jared straight in the eye.

“You? Never Unkie Ackles!” Jared smiled, returning the eye contact.

“Well, one day I’m gonna be TOO old to run this here ranch and in my opinion, Jensen already does. He just don’t have the confidence to see it. He makes sure everything that needs doing gets done and always puts in the work.”

“He’s a hard worker. And he has a good heart.” Jared agreed.

“Yes well, I’m planning on giving over the rights of this Ranch to him. I want him to have it when I retire. I haven’t told Jensen that.”

“Oh my gosh, Jensen would …. That would make him the happiest man in the world! He loves this ranch so damn much, to give it to him…No one deserves that kind of happiness but him” Jared exclaimed excitedly. .

“I know, that’s why I’m doing it,” Unk Henry chuckled at Jared’s obvious enthusiasm, “Well I also need a farm hand to help him out. Some one I know I can trust to not try and double cross him and will work hard to assist him. Now, I’m asking you Jared because I truly believe you and Jen would make a great pair running this Ranch. I think it would be a great opportunity for you, but you gotta tell me if you want it”

Jare’d eyes had bugged incredibly wide and his mouth was hanging open. He shook his head as if he’d just woken up from a dream, “Do I WANT it?” he asked, incredulously. He jumped up and almost sat in Henry’s lap, “THANKYOU, THANKYOU, THANKYOU!!!! Thank you SOO much!” Jared was just too thrilled for sophisticated words so he yelled his thanks over and over again, squeezing the old farmer so tight he was almost lifting the man off the ground. Finally releasing Uncle Henry, tried to talk normally again, “You have no idea what this means to me! I had hoped you’d keep me on a couple of months at most but…This is my life set out, exactly how I wanted it!”

Uncle Henry nodded, understandingly, “You well deserved it Jared. You and Jensen, I think you two will make a damn fine team. I know you’ll both be happy.” He said with a mischievous twinkle in his eye. Jared cocked his head to the side nervously. He wondered if Uncle Henry knew about their new relationship, “I’m glad I can be so confident I’m doing the right thing.” He concluded. Jared could only beam broadly. He wanted to tell Jensen right away. He wanted to see Jensen’s surprised, smiling eyes. He wanted to kiss him hard and pull him down on the bed, telling him that they were gonna be together, happily working away on what they loved most, for the rest of their lives.

“Like I said, I haven’t told Jensen yet. But now I told you, I’m gonna have to have the talk with him. I can tell you’re gonna have a hard time keeping this from him.” He winked.

Jared shrugged shyly and looked away, scratching the back of his neck, “We’ve become good friends, I trust him with everything. I tell him everything. But I’m not gonna tell him about this. It’s not my place. Can I ask, though…that I am there when you tell him? I wanna see his face.” Jared dared a look at Uncle Henry simply said, “I think we can do that”

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“You and me, the rest of our LIVES living on this ranch…It’s all I ever wanted, you know. I just didn’t believe I’d ever get it. A guy I love, working on a beautiful ranch…enough money to be comfortable…I just…it couldn’t ever get any better then this.” Jared shook his head, smiling but still disbelieving.

“Well, I hope it can get one step better then this” Jensen licked his upper lip nervously.

“I’m not sure it could…Oh, you mean Dean, right?” Jared grinned, “Once we have Dean…our family will be complete?” he tried to guess Jensen’s train of thought.

“Actually I already called Farmer Davis, I’m giving him the money tomorrow. Dean’s already on his way over. Davis said he’d just open the gate and let him go, said he knows Dean knows the way.” He chuckled, “Even gave me a better price. Got too frustrated with Dean always running off to see Sammy. When he needed Dean to pull the cart into town, he’d be gone.”

Jared roared with laughter at that. Jensen joined in, chuckling softly and getting lost in Jared’s contagious smile. “So?” Jared asked, “If it wasn’t about Dean, what was it?”

“Oh...”Jensen felt his mouth go dry, “I uhm..well I know it’s kinda soon and everything but..since Uncle Henry’s giving us the ranch…”

“You,” Jared corrected him, laughing. Jared didn’t want to own a share of the ranch, he just wanted a place to live on it. He also felt it was important that Jensen realize it was his own achievement that he’d reached all on his own.

“Well…and uhm…since you plan to stay here...for good?”

Jared shrugged jokingly, “as long as it’s ok with you Farmer Ackles. It’s your place now. You can keep and kick out who ever you want” and with saying that, Jared gave a small wish that Chad would recover fully. Just so Jared could stand behind his boyfriend and smirk as Jensen kicked the mongrel off of HIS property. He looked at Jensen who was nodding his head enthusiastically. “Then I’m here for good” he leaned down and pressed a short but firm kiss on Jensen’s ever unintentionally yet very sexy full lips. “Go on,” he encouraged, running a thumb over Jensen’s still wet lower lip.

“Uh,” he closed his mouth and cleared his throat before starting again, “so…since you’re already planning on staying here for good…I just…was hoping to make it official”

Jared frowned, he thought it was official when Uncle Henry offered him a permanent job on the farm. He didn’t understand until Jensen was pulling a ring out of his pocket and holding Jared’s left hand palm up. “I…I’m ... I just don’t have words for how happy I am at the concept of us living together, on the ranch. I…I want to ask you…Jared, I love you….Will you…Uhm..” he took a breath, he wasn’t sure if he could do this. What if Jared laughed and told him guys don’t get married? What about if he called him a sap and walked out?

Jared brought him out of his thoughts, “You’re right. We can do one better.” He agreed softly, “I’d love to marry you Jensen. I love you too.”

Jensen’s eyes widened and he looked up at Jared, “You do?” he almost looked scared, or as if he were sure Jared would turn around and change his mind.

“Of COURSE Jen, I don’t think a better boyfriend could even exist. You’re definitely the only person I want to spend the rest of my life with.” He leaned his forehead against Jensen’s. He watched Jensen close his eyes and smile, he felt Jensen’s arms come up and around him, gently pulling Jared closer.

“I can’t believe I’ve got everything I ever wanted.” He admitted softly.

“I know” Jared squeezed Jensen excitedly, “The ranch, the horses, marriage!”

“Actually...just you. That’s what I meant. Everything in a guy…you’re perfect Jared.” Jensen lifted a hesitant hand towards Jared’s cheek. Jared leaned his face into Jensen’s touch, “We’re gonna be real happy, aren’t we?” he asked softly.

“We already are, Jen,” Jared said then looked down at the ring, “So…is that for me?” he asked cheekily.

“Hmm?” Jensen was too happy to think straight, completely lost in thought, “Oh..uh…yea, of course. Just..uh..just let me...” he opened his hand that he founded clenched into a fist around the ring. He must have done that subconsciously when he tensed up from nerves. Jared held out his hand again and spread his fingers to make it easier. Jensen slid the ring onto his ring finger and let out a small breath of relief when it fit like a glove. Jared brought his hand up in front of his own face so he could look at the ring. It was a simple gold band with a small diamond embedded into the middle. Jensen was looking up nervously at him, “It’s beautiful,” he reassured Jensen. Jensen bit his lip modestly, “I…I hoped you’d like it.”

A thought hit Jared, “Jen…when did you have time to sneak out to the jeweler’s shop?” he frowned curiously.

“It’s…uhm…I didn’t get it there. Uncle Henry gave it to me. It was his, he wore it when he married my Aunty Sue. She was like a second mum to me when I was little.”

Jared’s eyes widened, “Oh Jen, I can’t accept this. It’s like a family heirloom!”

Jensen chuckled a little at that then replied seriously, “Uncle Henry told me I should choose wisely. That I should only give this ring to the person I wanted to spend the rest of my life with. That’s you Jared.”

Jared nodded slowly and looked down at the ring again, “I’d be honored.”

“I’m honored you want to marry me” Jensen smiled shyly.

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Uncle Henry smiled at Jared and nodded towards the ring. “I wore that there ring the day I married my beloved Sue, may she rest in peace. Beautiful woman. Kind heart. Glad Jensen chose so wisely.

“You don’t mind? I mean, that I’m a guy or anything?”

“Mind? Are you trying to pull my leg, boy? Jensen’s never looked twice at a girl and the way he’s looked at you…from the moment he’d seen ya there was nothing but love in his eyes.” Henry replied cheerfully.

“Really?” Jared asked, wondering if he had been that easy to read as well. He’d been to busy hiding his own feelings to even think Jensen might of felt the same way back.

“That boy’s been hurt too many times before. I hate to admit it, but I wouldn’t be surprised if Chad a hand in it most times. Jensen wears his damn soft heart on his sleeve. But you Jared, it’s easy to see you genuinely care about him too.”

“I love him, Henry” Jared looked him straight in the eye and used the straight forward title he’d never used before. It was simple yet effective enough to show the old farmer how serious he was.

“I know you do, kid.” Henry replied, “Congratulations to the both of you” he held his hand out and Jared shook it. “I wouldn’t want to see that ring on any one else”

Jared’s throat constricted with emotion.

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Dean became more trusting of Jared but Jensen didn’t want to take any chances, only he rode Dean. Jared preferred riding Sammy anyways. Sammy warmed quickly to him and trotted happily behind Jensen and Dean, Jared on his back.

Jared couldn’t help leaning over and snagging kisses every time Sammy stood right next to Dean, pressed up against his brother so closely that Jared and Jensen’s legs got slightly squished in between.

Jensen shook his head at the two. “Any one would think they were in love” Jared laughed softly. Jensen crinkled his nose, “They’re brothers, Jared! They just have a…strong family bond.” He tried to justify but truth was, half the time that’s what he believed too. Jared just shrugged, “Oh well, love comes in all shapes and sizes.”

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“You want to open the gates so they can go for a run? I’ll go get the hay.” Jensen suggested, already making his way around the corner to the external ladder that led to the hay loft.

“Sure” Jared nodded. He opened the barn door and his eyes bugged at the sight before him, “Oh my God, Jen! Come here!” Jared yelled.

“What? What’s wrong?” Jensen heart raced as he ran to where Jared was calling from. He’d be devastated if anything happened to his favorite horses.

“I should have put money on that bet.” Jared smirked, nodding towards the two horses in the middle of the barn, “You know, about them being in love.”

“Jared, what are you talking abow-OH MY GOD!”Jensen gasped so hard Jared thought he might choke on his own air. There was Dean, mounting Sammy from the back and obviously humping his brother. “Dean! Get off of Sammy! He’s you little brother, for god sake!” Dean swiped his arms through the air frantically. Jared held him in place.

“I think it’s pretty clear Dean might be older, but Sam’s definitely the biggest.” Jared pushed his lips tightly together in the effort not to laugh.

“Whoa…love really DOES come in all shapes and sizes.” Dean swallowed, not to comfortable with the incestuous horses.

“Told you so.” Jared pulled him out of the barn and closed the door, leaving the two brothers.

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Jared really didn’t see what Jensen was moping about, “What’s up, baby?” he nuzzled Jensen’s neck.

“My horses are gay. Gay and incestuous.” He said in dismay.

“So? You’re gay. They’re horses. They get horny too you know?”

“But they’re Sammy and Dean. Dean’s always been so protective over Sammy...for him to go and corrupt his baby brother like that” Dean looked up at Jared, seeking comfort.

Jared wrapped his arms around Jensen and laughed, “He’s definitely protective, maybe he gets a little jealous too” he joked which only made Jensen moan and bury his head in Jared’s chest, “Oh come on Jen. It was pretty obvious that those two were more then just brothers to each other” he laughed.

“They’re HORSES, Jared. They don’t…they don’t” he tried desperately.

“Obviously they do. And you were the one personifying them first so don’t give me a hard time.”

Jensen slumped limply in Jared’s arms, “My horses are gay and incestuous.” He repeated, shaking his head.

“If it helps any, I’m gay too. And you think I’m hot, so there’s nothing wrong with being gay,” knowing he wasn’t make the best of sense.

“But they’re horses. They’re MY horses. Everybody is going to be all like ‘Oh, there’s that gay farmer with his gay horses’ and point and laugh at me.”

“Then me and Dean will have to kick their heads off” Jared promised, laughing. Jensen smiled, comforted that Jared wouldn’t run in the face of ridicule.

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“I now pronounce you man and husband” the priest declared. Jared Ackles beamed, dimples shaping his cheeks, before leaning down and kissing Jensen softly. The few people who’d been invited cheered their consent. Jensen, being Jensen, only wanted a small wedding and Jared, who was just ecstatic about marrying Jensen, agreed happily. Jensen and Jared were dressed in nice but not too formal suits. Jared’s was grayish/silvery with a baby blue blouse and Jensen’s was black with a dark blue blouse. As they walked back down the isle, hand in hand, the guests continued to clap and cheer and threw confetti.

“Thanks for doing up the place up so nice,” Jensen smiled, hugging Farmer Davis and his Uncle who was holding the reigns on their wedding departure: Dean and Sammy. Farmer Davis had a slightly bigger property and had offered his garden for the wedding.

“Throw the bouquet!” One of the guests yelled out. Jared smiled and turned his back to the small crowd, “Ready?” he called out just before he threw it over his shoulder.

The group of girls fought frantically over the bouquet, pulling and tugging. The two centre girls who were playing tug of war both lost grip on the flowers that went sailing through the air and landed in front of the two horses. Sammy bent his head and held the floral arrangement between his teeth, nudging at Dean and holding the flowers up in the air proudly. Dean turned his head to look at Sammy before arching his neck up to Sammy’s ‘prize’. Sammy, obviously very proud of his achievement, brought them back down closer to Dean. Dean took a huge bite and munched lazily at the flowers. Sammy finally let the flowers fall to the ground and nuzzled at Dean’s side. “Looks like those two are next,” Jared laughed and Jensen moaned in embarrassment, palming his forehead, “Hey Jen, do you think that we could-“ he began, smirking in a teasing manner. Jensen’s eyes pleaded with him and he chuckled, “Ok, ok, I was just kidding. We won’t wed the horses.” To which Jensen let out a relieved little sigh.

“One more thing boys,” Uncle Henry said before clearing his throat so the rest of the party could hear him, “I’d just like to take a few moments here to share my wedding present for the boys. Today marks the union of the two men who have been the best sons I could have ever asked for.” He paused and pulled up a rolled up parchment out of his pocket, “It’s also the day I’m officially handing over the rights to the ranch.” There was a loud applause and he turned to his nephew, “Jensen, it’s all yours now” he said just so the boys could hear him.

“I don’t know what to say” Jensen replied hesitantly reaching for the document.

“I’m so carrying you over the threshold now it’s officially yours!” Jared exclaimed excitedly, pressing a kiss to the top of his head.

“Thanks Uncle, this is the best wedding present ever,” Jensen almost cradled the rights of the ranch like a newborn.

“Now go on, get you two! Don’t you want to ride off into the sunset?” the old farmer chuckled.

“We don’t need the sunset to make this perfect. It already is” Jared grinned, noting Jensen’s excitement, “Come on baby, let’s saddle up and get on home”

Jensen nodded and looked adoringly up at his husband, “I love you” he sighed.

“Love you too. I’ll let you in on a secret: that’s why I married you” he whispered in a loud voice, making Jensen chuckle.

“I was hoping it was something along those lines.” Jensen replied, watching Jared Ackles climb up on top of Sammy. Jared held out a hand and Jensen took it, letting Jared pull him up to sit in front of him. The original plan was for him to ride Dean back to the ranch, but this worked too. Jared took hold of the reigns with one hand, the other circled around Jensen’s waist. Jensen felt so safe and secure tucked into Jared like this. Like Jared had spent the majority of his life on this ranch. That thought warmed him. He loved that Jared was so comfortable and easy with his new home.

Jared clicked his tongue, “You joining us, Dean?” he asked the horse who trotted up to his brother’s side and stood proudly, “Thanks for coming and celebrating with us y’all. Save us some cake!” he called out before tapping Sammy’s side and they took off through the gates, Dean easily keeping pace with Sammy’s powerful stride.

“You really gonna carry me over the threshold?” Jensen asked shyly, snuggling into his newlywed. He was married to the guy of his dreams!

“All the way to the bedroom” Jared replied, a cheeky but warm dimple infected smile in place, “You two know the way!” Jared called to both horses before leaning down to kiss Jensen, closing his eyes. And Sammy and Dean instinctively galloped all the way back to the Ackles Ranch.

Curvy Jensen

2008-02-16T05:03:49Z

Jensen is sexy, no doubt about it....but right now...he's a new kind of sexy. Has any one noticed he's kind of curvier now? Just wondering if anybody else had made a similair observation? *looks around*

well i know that

deviant_devhas because of the new fic, "Just The Way You Are" awesome by the way- do read guys! http://community.livejournal.com/deviant_slash/35718.html

Happy Valentines Day

2008-02-14T09:40:33Z

Title: Happy Valentines Day

Author: Kida

Pairings: Sam/Dean

Rating: PG-13? (Underage smooching)

Genre: Complete and utter SHMOOP!

Warning: Complete and utter SHMOOP! lol

Disclaimer: Don’t own em, not making a dime.

Summary: Dean is 13 and has his first date. He wants this Valentines Day to bring him his first kiss.

Feedback: is welcome in any size shape or form!

Dedicated to:

My baby. Who knows who they are. If not, 'music' should give you a clue.

I love you heaps!

“Sam? I’m going out. I’ll be back in about 2 hours,” Dean pulled on his coat while he double checked the salt lines. He knew he wasn’t suppose to leave Sam alone, but if survived 6 hours of school everyday (regardless that Dean walked him to and from) he could survive two hours of being home alone on a Saturday, “Just make sure you don’t leave. Sit down and watch some TV, I’ll bring you back lunch, alright?”

He was taking this little blonde bombshell (he’d heard some one call a pretty girl that, and Leena was pretty) to the movies. It was Valentines Day; he was 13 now and felt it was about time to get kissed. Valentine s Day was the perfect excuse.

“Where are you going?” Sam came into the living room, where Dean was scouring over the salt by the window, still clad in his Spiderman pajamas.

“I’m taking Leena out for Valentine’s Day,” Dean said smugly, obviously very pleased with himself for finding a date.

“Oh, no!” Sam said running to his room and shuffling around in his school bag, “I almost forgot!” he said coming back and holding something out for Dean.

“What’s this Sammy?” Dean asked frowning as his 9 year old brother pushed some kind of art project his way.

“Happy Valentines!” Sam cheered happily and upon closer investigation, Dean realized it was a jaggedly cut out heart with glitter and random bits of lace stuck on the edge.

“You make this yourself?” Dean smiled a little, handing it back to Sam. Sam pouted and folded his arms, showing he wasn’t going to take the card back.

“Yes, I didn’t let Miss Brown help me with any of it.” He stated stubbornly, “It’s for you Dean.”

“Oh?” The 13 year old arched an eyebrow, “Did Miss Brown happen to tell you what Valentines Day is about?”

Sam nodded, “Read it Dean,” he smiled enthusiastically.

Dean sighed patiently, “You’re suppose to give this to a girl in your class. Not me,” he explained, “Like I did for Leena.”

“I don’t like Leena,” Sam tipped his pointy nose up in disdain, “and I don’t like any of the girls in my class,”

“What exactly did Miss Brown tell you about Valentines Day,” Dean crouched down so he was at eye level with his little brother.

“That you’re suppose to share the day with the person you love the most!” Sam replied, smiling and wrapping his smaller hand around Dean’s empty one.

“Right,” Dean rubbed the back of his hand, the hand holding the card, over his eyebrow; trust a primary school teacher to be so sentimental about it.

“And you’re the person I love most, Dean. In the whole wide world!” he said earnestly.

“Right back at you Sammy,” Dean gently pulled his hand out of the younger boy’s grasp and ruffled his hair.

“No you don’t.” Sam sulked, kicked-puppy eyes in full mode.

“What are you talking about? Of course I do,” Dean replied checking his watch. He was suppose to meet Leena out front of the mall in 10 minutes.

“Then you’d stay here with me, or take me to the movie.” Sam flopped down on the ground with his legs and arms crossed defiantly.

“You don’t get it Sammy, this is entirely different.” Dean tried to reason, 9 minutes and counting but he wasn’t going to leave Sam so upset.

“I get that you love that stupid Leena way more then me,” Sam snapped in a very Sam way. Dean sighed and sat in front of him on the ground.

“Look at me Sammy,” he patted Sam’s shoulder softly. Sam just glared angrily at the carpet, “You want to come with us?” and there went his plans of getting his first kiss.

“Noooo,” Sam sneered, “I’m not spending Valentines Day with some one I don’t even like! She always makes me cough with that stupid smelly stuff she sprays and she tries to hold your other hand when she’s old enough to know how to cross the road by herself.”

“I promised to meet her today Sam.” Dean said a little more sternly, “If you don’t want to come, that’s your choice.” He said standing up.

“Do you even want me to come?” Sam looked up at him from the floor.

“Of course I do,” Dean had to smile, he could never resist those puppy-eyes.

Sam smiled brightly and leapt up to throw his arms around Dean’s neck, “I knew you loved me more then her!” he said before running off to get dressed and showered.

By the time Dean finally came in view of the mall and a pissed off Leena, he was over half an hour late, “Where the hell have you been?” She asked, “I thought you were going to…oh my god, you’re not serious?!” she eyed the little creature clinging onto Dean’s arm. It glared at her from under it’s bangs.

“Hope you don’t mind. I’m not suppose to leave Sammy by himself and Dad’s out of the state, on business.” He shrugged the shoulder that wasn’t occupied by Sam.

“Not at all,” Leena flat out lied with a plastic smile, “Nice to see you again, Sammy.”

Dean ruffled his baby brother’s hair proudly, “He won’t be a bother,” he assured her.

“It’s Sam.” Sam retorted, hugging Dean’s arm tighter.

“Oh, I’m sure he won’t.” Leena wanted to slap Dean.

They walked through the mall, Leena kept attempting to take hold of Dean’s hand, but Sam kept tugging Dean closer and muttered something about there being no damn roads in the middle of shopping centers. Dean just chuckled and explained that Dad always told Sammy to hold his hand when he was walking him home from school but especially when crossing a road. She nodded and lied up a comment about how sweet that was.

When they came across a small ice creamery, Leena battered her lashes, “Dean? I’d just love an ice cream!” to her delight, he was already rifling his pocket for money and counting out some change.

“Here you go Sammy,” he smiled softly as Sam beamed and ran off to the counter, “Oh uhm…sorry, what?” he asked keeping one eye on his brother. He was pretty sure that demons didn’t disguise themselves as Ice Creamery cashiers, but one could never be too sure.

“I just was saying how I’d really love an ice cream.” She repeated, looking at Dean expectantly.

“Ok?” Dean said, waiting for her to go get one. It took several seconds for him to realize what she meant, “Oh…uhm…I’ve only got enough left for the movie.” He grinned sheepishly as Sam came bouncing back, tucking himself under Dean’s arm and licking noisily at his treat. Dean, leaned down and swooped a bit of ice cream up on his fingers, sucking it off and laughing at Sam for choosing bubble gum flavor. They continued walking and Leena seethed.

“Well, we already missed the first session, so what will your budget allow for in the next hour?” she asked sarcastically as they kept walking, through the exit doors.

“A play ground! Can I, Dean?” Sam jumped up and down excitedly.

“Sure thing, Sammy. We got time to kill,” Dean said as Sam thrust a half eaten ice-cream into his hand and ran off to play. Dean smiled after him and motioned for Leena to sit with him on the nearest park bench, in clear view of Sammy, of course.

“So?” Dean said around the ice-cream, “What do you want to see?”

“Your little brother slobbered all over that,” she watched him eating the rest of the ice-cream in disgust.

Dean just snorted, “He’s pretty clean eater. Chances are I’ll wind up with more of it on my face then he does.” He grinned, indeed having a glob on his nose.

Leena scowled and wiped the ice cream away, “That’s so not something to be proud of.”

He smiled a small thanks. “Why does your Dad make you baby sit him all the time?”

“It’s my job,” Dean shrugged easily.

“Dean, you’re 13 and your Dad’s never there.” She pointed out.

“He has to work away a lot,” Dean explained casually.

“Those kind of jobs pay really well don’t they?” she asked skeptically.

“You’re just mad coz I didn’t buy you an ice cream,” Dean laughed, “Here, you wanna share with me?” he offered.

“Gross!” she exclaimed.

“Yeah,” Dean admitted, “Bubble Gum’s not my favorite either.” He frowned at the almost finished cone, “I like hokey pokey. What about you?”

Leena laughed a little at that, “Uhm I think I like….Choc mint best.”

“Hey, that’s Dad’s favorite too,” he grinned broadly, and Leena felt warm inside and leaned closer to Dean’s face; the rodent was else where, she could steal one little bubble-gum ice cream flavored kiss. Dean’s eyes widened in surprise before he smirked and leaned forward.

“DEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAN!” Sam screamed, breaking the mood.

Dean’s head shot back to search for Sam, cursing himself for getting distracted.

“Dean! I’m stuck, help!” And there was Sam, hanging upside down on the climbing frame. Really, he hadn’t been stuck, but there was no way in hell he was going to stand there and do nothing while that ‘subacuss’ (he heard Dad and Unlcle Bobby talk about them once; pretty girls who were really evil monsters in costume) lured Dean into a trap.

“Sammy? How’d you manage to get yourself into that situation, Brainiac?” Dean chuckled as he approached his upside down brother.

“I slipped,” Sam lied and held his hands out for Dean to help him down.

“Hey, you’re not ticklish, are you?” Dean asked in mock thought.

“Dean, don’t!” Sam gasped before his brother’s fingers found their way under his shirt and tickled his sides and ribs, “Dea-ee-ee-ean!” Sam giggled, wriggling upside down under his brother’s onslaught. Dean swiftly pulled Sam’s leg free, pulled both legs over his shoulder and swung him around like a towel on a washing line. Sam wrapped his arms tightly over Dean’s hands, holding them in place and still. Dean walked over to Leena, with his brother still slung half over his shoulder, half draped down his chest, “Let’s say we head over to the cinema?” he suggested. Leena was glaring daggers at the growth, but it just smiled in content and wrapped it’s arms around Dean the best it could.

“Are you going to put him down first?” she asked flatly.

“No, I’m tired Dean!” Sam sulked instantly.

Dean rolled his eyes, “Fine, at least let me put you right way up” he gave in, flipping Sam to the ground and crouching down to allow the smaller boy to climb up onto his back.

“You totally spoil him,” Leena shook her head as he linked his arms under a leg and told Sam to hold onto to his shoulder tightly, in –what sounded to Leena- a very grown up voice, “Are you really 13?” she asked skeptically.

“Of course he is!” Sam piped up, “He’s the coolest 13 year old ever!” and hugged Dean’s neck, laying his head on the older boy’s shoulder.

“Way to earn your ice-creams, princess” she muttered under her breath.

Once they had their seat, Dean in the middle and Leena and Sam on opposite sides, Dean turned to Leena, “Hey, I’ll totally pay you back, but do you have an extra $3? I wanna get Sammy some pop-corn.” She slapped a $5 bill into his hand.

“Keep the change. Or better yet, get him a soda incase his mouth gets dry from too much pop-corn.” She rolled her eyes, but Dean couldn’t tell because the room was already so dark.

“Good idea,” Dean replied enthusiastically before turning to Sam, “Now, Sammy; you stay right here, I’ll be back in 2 minutes, alright?”

“I want to go with you,” Sam whined.

“You have to guard our seats for us, ok?”

“OK!” Sam piped up cheerily, “I’ll make sure no one steals your spot, Dean!”

As soon as Dean was out of ear shot, “So, Dean really is awesome, hey?”

“Of course he is,” Came Sam’s reply.

“I think I’ll marry him,” Leena said casually.

Sam ‘pffft’ed a laugh, “He’s not going to marry you.”

“Oh yes he is. He said to me he would.” Leena lied.

“No he didn’t. Dean would tell me if he was going to marry some one.” Sam stated confidently.

“He is!” Leena said defiantly, “He is too gonna marry me and we’re going to live in a big house and have like heaps of babies and he’s not going to want you living with us.”

“Dean would never leave me.” Sam said in a relaxed, sure tone, “He’s my Valentine. He’d marry me before you any day.”

“What?!” Leena was sure she hadn’t heard him right.

“Hey, sorry I took so long. Line was huge. You keep my seat safe?” Dean returned.

“Sure did, Dean.” Sam said proudly.

“Didn’t have to fight off any boogey monsters or vampires?” Dean teased.

“Dean” Sam giggled, “You know boogey monsters aren’t found this far from the equator. And Vampires are extinct,” he explained as if Dean were the smaller one.

Leena double blinked, “huh?”

Dean laughed nervously, “Ahah! Uh…kid’s and their imaginations, right?”

Sam elbowed him to the side but Dean gave him the ‘shh! Secret!’ gesture and Sam caught on, nodding. Leena almost growled in agrivation when the little worm began to crunch loudly on his pop-corn.

5 minutes into the movie, some late comers decided to plonk themselves in front the three. A really tall guy completely towered over little Sammy.

“Dean, I can’t see,” Sam whined.

“Hey, do you mind moving down one? My little brother can’t see.” Dean asked the guy in front. He just glared at them and told Dean to shut up. Dean resisted the urge to pull the dagger out of his boot and tugged his baby brother onto his lap, “Better?” he asked as Sam snuggled down and the older Winchester threw a handful of pop-corn at the back of the jerk’s head, smiling in satisfaction when most of it stuck to the thick greasy hair-he hadn’t even felt it.

Leena was furious, she thought she could at least steal one little kiss in the darkness of the room, but now that little feral was sitting on Dean’s lap!

The movie finished some stupid romantic comedy that wasn’t really funny. Sam had started to snooze curled up on Dean’s lap and by the time the lights came on, Leena had looked over to find Dean almost asleep himself, resting his chin on Sam’s soft bed of hair, rubbing soothing circles on his back, and one arm flung around his waist. She was officially jealous of a 9 year old! “Dean? Movies over,” she shoved impatiently at his shoulders.

“Huh?” he jerked completely awake, “Oh yeah, kool.” He mumbled, softly squeezing Sam’s arm, “Movie’s over kiddo.” Sam groaned a little and rubbed sleepily at his eyes. Dean stretched and pressed a kiss to the younger Winchester’s forehead, “Up, up.”

Leena was really at the end of her patience, and seeing she was 14 (yes, Dean had scored a date with an older girl) she’d done really well to hold it together this long. They were walking back through the park and she leaned closer to Dean.

“When are we loosing the brat?” Leena hissed in Dean’s ear.

“What the hell do you mean?” Dean frowned in offence. Nobody called his little brother a brat. Besides, he was behaving himself. What was her problem?

“Come on Dean, the big brother routine is cute…but I’m not making out with you if he’s sitting right next to us.”

“Listen, I’m sorry it wasn’t just the two of us but I couldn’t leave…make out?” Dean’s ear perked up.

“Mhmm” Leena smirked.

“Sammy, go play.” Dean lifted his arm from around Sam’s shoulders and ushered him in the direction of the play ground.

The still half asleep boy swiped half heartedly at his brother’s arm before hugging it and yawning, “Don’t wanna.”

“You’re not that tired.” Dean insisted sternly.

It was true, Sam was putting it on just a little, “It was a boring movie, Dean. You were falling asleep too,” he retorted, raising his brows pointedly at Leena who had chosen the movie (in hopes to put Dean in the kissy-kissy mood)

“It wasn’t that bad,” Leena defended.

Dean snorted, “Yeah uhm no man, it was pretty bad,” realizing too late that was probably the worst thing he could of said to her.

“That’s it! I hate you both! I’m not marrying you any more, Dean.” She shouted before storming off.

“There goes my plans of getting smooched,” Dean sighed.

“What do you need her for anyway?” Sam scoffed, “I’m way cooler and you love me way more then her, right?”

“Of course I do, little man” Dean grinned, “Since you’re beat, you wanna head back?”

“Yeah, ok Dean,” Sam replied.

When they finally got back, Dean turned to look at Sam, “Have a good day?”

“This has been the bested Valentines Day ever Dean!”

“It was pretty great,” Dean had to agree. He loved watching Sammy be Sammy, a kid who was safe under Dean’s watchful gaze.

“Hey Sammy, how about getting us some Sodas and we’ll see what’s on TV? Maybe we’ll find something that won’t put us to sleep.” Dean smirked.

“Kay” Sam bounced off to the kitchen.

Dean chuckled and picked up the card Sam had made for him. He’d left it on the coffee table but hadn’t actually bothered reading it yet.

“Dear Dean,

Happy Valentines Day.

I love you more then all the silly girls in my class

The teacher ses this is suppose to go to one of them, but she also sed that Valentines Day is the day you spend with the persin you love the most in the howel world.

That’s you Dean, I love you most.

Plees be my Valentine!

I love you

Your Sammy”

Dean frowned a little and sighed, “I love you too, Sammy.” He smiled.

“What’s that Dean?” Sam asked, skipping back into the room, a soda in each hand.

“Uh nothing,” Dean shrugged, accepting the can.

“Oh,” Sam pouted.

“I said I love you,” Dean rolled his eyes and kissed Sam’s head.

“Oh,” Sam’s face brightened up as Dean flopped down on the couch and picked up the remote, he snuggled next to his bog brother, “Hey Dean? What’s smooched?”

Dean almost brought his soda back up through his nose in surprise, “I uh…smooched?” Dean blew a breath and scratched the back of his neck, “It erm…it means kissed. I wanted Leena to kiss me,” he explained quickly, before turning his attention back to the TV. Sam made a ‘yukky!’ face.

“Why?” Sam asked, upper lip curled in disgust.

“Because,” Dean answered like any 13 year old.

“Cause why?” Sam asked like any 9 year old.

“I was told it would feel nice.” Dean shrugged his shoulders, sunk down into the couch and folded his arms.

Sam frowned before leaning over to kiss Dean’s cheek, “You don’t need that silly Leena kissing you.” he stated.

“Sammy, that’s not the same thing as kissing a girl.” Dean chuckled.

“I’m better then a girl! And I’m better then Leena! You love me more! You’d marry me before her!” Sam exclaimed defiantly.

“Ok, calm down,” Dean said sternly and Sam pouted but stopped yelling.

“You kiss girls different, ok? It’s just a fact.” Dean explained gently.

“Well teach ME!,” Sam insisted.

“It’s kissing on the lips Sammy, it’s different to how I kiss you or you ki-mph!” As the younger boy mashed their lips together. Dean blinked and stared at Sam who was grinning triumphantly.

“That feel nice, Dean?”

“Uhm…” Dean stuttered, “Yeah…actually.” He frowned at his little brother and hesitantly reached over to cup both sides of Sam’s face, bringing him closer. This time Dean led them and it was a lot softer. Dean experimented and opened his mouth just a fraction so he could close it around Sam’s bottom lip and pulled back, dragging Sam’s lip out a little and down as he held onto it with his own pair, titling his head to the side. When Dean released the other boy’s lip, it brushed and slid against his top lip and Dean gasped at the sensation.

“That makes me feel all tingly and nice,” Sam said in wonder, brushing his finger tips over his lips, chasing the feeling.

“See?” Dean cleared his throat and tried to sound like a know it all, “I told you it’s different.”

Sam smiled slowly, “Yeah,” before his youthful face sharpened, “I don’t want you kissing Leena like that.” he said matter of factly.

“Well my chance with her is kind of shot now, Sammy,” Dean grinned.

“No, I don’t want you kissing any body else like that Dean. You’re MY Valentine. And when we’re grown up I’m going to marry you. So you can’t go kissing any one else. Promise me, Dean.”

Dean’s head fell back against the couch as Sam crawled onto his lap and began pressing desperate little kisses against his mouth, trying to capture that feeling again, “I promise, Sammy.” He smiled, running a hand through Sam’s hair and gently taking control of the kiss, wrapping his other arm around Sam’s back, “When you’re old enough, I’ll marry you.”

Exactly 12 year later, 21 year old Sam was wide eyed, staring at Dean who was kneeling in front of him, holding a ring out to his younger brother, “Oh my God, Dean. Are you serious?”

“Never been more serious about anything in my life, Sammy.” Dean nodded determinedly.

“But…why?” Sam asked, completely ecstatic but a little confused.

“Because I promised that I’d marry you as soon as you were old enough,” Dean smirked.

“Yes, Dean.” Sam breathed, completely astonished Dean had remembered and kept the promise he made those 12 years ago.

Dean rose up onto his feet and slid the ring onto Sam’s finger, “Be my valentine?” he chuckled.

“The line is ‘will you marry me’’ Sam laughed, watching the light catch the diamond in the middle of the gold band.

“Just answer the question.” Dean frowned.

“Of course, Dean,” Sam smiled, leaning down to kiss his boyfriend.

“Be my husband?” Dean grinned, cheekily and began nipping at Sam’s neck.

“You know I’ll marry you.” Sam closed his eyes and moaned softly as Dean lapped at the mark he’d bit into Sam’s nape, during their first intimate experience, when his brother had turned 18 and they were both of legal age, “This has been the best Valentines Day ever, Dean.”

“It is pretty great,” Dean had to agree.

SPOILER ME!!!!!!

2008-02-01T06:20:50Z

All i can say is i am totally and literally green eyed to any one and every one who watched Supernatural last night!

I'm in Australia so God knows when it's airing here!

Please please please! somebody tell me what happened! i live for spoilers! The reward will (hopefully) be worth it.

Freckles and Frames Vol.3

2008-01-31T10:42:31Z

Title: Four Eyes

Verse: Freckles and Frames

Author: killer_kida
Pairings: J2

Genre: Established relationship.

Warnings: Not that I can think of.

Disclaimer: Don’t own ‘em.

Beta: none so be gentle!

Prompt: Have YOU ever seen Jensen Ackles in glasses? He’s farking adorable! And I’m sure Jared thinks so too :P

Banner created by sweetgirl7808 who is TOO modest and generous to sign her own work as she worries it will take the spot light off me (Well so do I because LOOK AT HER WORK! It’s AMAZING!) But after the long tedious (on her part) journey she took to make this for me, she deserves a HUGE round of applause! *claps and cheers loudly*

“Jay? Have you seen my contacts? They were right here before!” Jensen called out from the basin in the bathroom.

“Nooope” Jared called back

“Honestly? You didn’t hide them again?” Jensen asked patiently.

Silence as Jared thought, “Don’t …think so?”

“Oh come on Jaaaaay” Jensen moaned, “I gotta go to the shops, we’re out of garlic bread and I’m making spaghetti”

“You can’t have spag without the garlic bread” Jared mock exclaimed.

“That’s why I’m going to…you’re a jerk.” Jensen rolled his eyes when he say the childish smirk on Jared’s face.

“What do you need your contacts for?”

“To read things. The isle signs, prices, the till.”

“Just wear your glasses.” Jared shrugged

“You know I don’t like…”

“You look hot in ‘em” Jared smiled slyly.

“Do not” Jensen rolled his eyes again.

“Well I was scared you’d hit me if I said you look cute”

“Jay…please stop talking” Jensen took out his glasses and put them on.

“Yeah, ok” Jared nodded before watching Jensen push the glasses up his nose with his index finger and muttering under his breathe, “Damn you look so fuckable”

“Jay-ay!” Jensen whined as he was half carried over his boyfriend’s shoulder to the bedroom, “I have to go shopping before the supermarket closes!”

“It’s late night shopping,” Jared negotiated.

“And when exactly do you plan on eating? 10pm?” Jensen argued as he was flung onto the bed.

“We had crazier meal times when we were working, babe.” Jared pointed out and flung off his top.

“Well we’re not at work and I would like to eat my dinner at a decent hour,” Jensen complained, “If it’s all the same to you.” But he had already given in and pulled Jared closer as the larger man crawled up the length of his boyfriend. It was gonna be another late dinner.

“We got everything?” Jared asked as Jensen juggled the few groceries he had.

“Pretty sure, yeah. Oh crap, for got the Italian dressing.”

“For what?” Jared frowned.

“The salad.” Jensen explained before looking at Jared and adding defensively, “Don’t look at me like that, it’s the only damn way I get you to eat your greens”

“You go line up, I’ll go get the dressing…and some sour gummies” he stuck his tongue out before heading for the salad dressings. Jensen shook his head and smiled after his boyfriend as he joined the cue.

The line was fairly long for a small grocery store, but since Jared hadn’t returned with his dressing and candy, Jensen didn’t see it as a problem. Some one else did though. Some biker poser decided to cut in before Jensen. Jensen frowned and cleared his throat.

The guy just turned his head, looked down his nose at Jensen.

Jensen pursed his lips and spoke timidly, “Uhm...s’cuse me, you kind of…pushed in”

“Shut it, four eyes” he sneered.

Jensen did so, not wanting to cause trouble. “Who the hell calls any one four eyes any more?” Jared piped up indignantly, suddenly right next to Jensen.

He clenched his first and spun, “I told you to SHUT” and he stopped there because he had turned and came nose to chest with 6”4 Jared Padalecki. And he had right to be scared.

“You weren’t thinking of slamming that fist into my boyfriend, now where you?” Jared asked in a deathly calm tone.

“It’s ok, Jay. Really.” Jensen insisted softly.

The guy swallowed and shook his head, “Didn’t think so” Jared smiled sarcastically at the asshole, “Back of the line.” He jerked his head and thumb. He watched in casual delight as the not-so-macho-biker was set about four people back then turned and grinned in satisfaction, wrapping a protective arm around Jensen, leaning down to kiss his cheek.

“Jay…at the store?” Jensen began, “You didn’t have to do that. You could of got yourself bashed to death.”

“That’s a little extreme,” Jared scoffed with a laugh.

“I’m serious,” Jensen dropped his gaze to his plate and picked at his salad, “I don’t want you getting hurt because some guy wants to cut the line and you wanna defend me.”

“Relax, baby.” Jared smiled endearingly and added, “But I’ll be careful who I smart mouth if it makes you feel better.”

Jensen nodded before slowly raising his eyes again, “I don’t wanna loose you, man. I love you too much.”

“I love you too, baby. But you worry too much.” Jared chuckled endearingly, “You’re not gonna loose me.”

“Yeah…I know I’m being paranoid.” Jensen shook his head

“Yeah, little bit.” Jared smiled teasingly, making his way around the table to stand behind Jensen’s chair, and leant his head so his chin was resting on his boyfriend’s shoulder, “I love you, four eyes.”

Freckles and Frames Vol.2

2008-01-31T08:36:10Z

Title: Contacts? Jared Says NO!

Verse: Freckles and Frames

Author:</em></a></em></font></b></a>killer_kida
Pairings: J2

Genre: Established relationship.

Warnings: An abundance of fluff is all.

Disclaimer: Don’t own ‘em.

Prompt: Have YOU ever seen Jensen Ackles in glasses? He’s farking adorable! And I’m sure Jared thinks so too :P
Also: and this is just my opinion-but it’s my story too ;), I find that looking at some of Jensen’s earlier interviews and what not- he seems kind of shy but at the same time, very on target and straight to the point. In his more recent interviews (especially when WITH Jared) he’s a lot more relaxed, prone to jokes and small talk and let’s face it-FUNNIER!

I’ve sort of got this feeling that it’s Jared’s awesome influence on him. The giant comedian’s really helped him open up (in more ways then one ;):P) so merely skimmed on that opinion in the ‘Boring?!’ scene, lol. NOT that I think he is or ever was boring.

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Jared wasn’t sure when he fell in love with Jensen. Couldn’t pin-point it, but he was pretty sure it happened sometime during script rehearsals when it was mostly just the two of them reading lines out. Learning their own characters and each others. Learning about each other as actors and people. Jared learnt a lot just by watching Jensen.

He had learnt that beneath that smooth, sexy and confident Dean Winchester exterior, lied a sweet, shy and self conscious Jensen Ackles that Jared felt a strong need to wrap up in his arms and hide away from the bad things in the world.

He remembered learning something after noticing that Jensen had smooth appearing skin and when the sun hit just right, the region of freckles across Jensen’s nose and cheeks would almost dance as he spoke and laughed. Times like those, Jared found himself trying his darn best to make Jensen laugh. Looking back now, it almost seemed funny at how natural and strong the urge to see the other man smile at him. Eyes crinkling, the beginnings of early laughter lines, behind those silver frames.

It was finally hiatus, which meant the boys finally had some time to themselves (and each other).

“What do we have happening this week?” Jared asked from where he was sprawled lazily over the couch

“Uhm not much.” Jensen murmured from behind the computer at his desk, “Oh I’ve got an appointment on Thursday with the optometrist. For the contacts.

“That’s a mista-ake” Jared sing songed.

“And why is it a mistake?” Jensen raised a brow and looked over the rim of his glasses at Jared as if he were a school teacher.

“Because,” Jared began, “You know how adorable you look in those?” he smirked, octave dropping a tone. He slowly raised up off the couch and slunk his way over (all though Jensen’s thinner frame and natural grace were more suited for it). He wrapped an arm around his boyfriend’s waist and lowered his mouth over to Jensen’s ‘crazy spot’ at the juncture of his neck and shoulder.

“Jay…” Jensen warned with something that was between a growl and moan, “Don’t start…please?”

“Why not?” Jared asked innocently around his mouth full of Jensen’s skin.

“I need to finish this and then I’m all yours, I promise.” Jensen tried to continue his work.

“Since when haven’t you been mine?” Jared chuckled teasingly. Jensen tried to cover up the whimper at Jared’s words but failed miserably.

“Please, Jay?” but Jared didn’t cease, so he pulled his neck away and asked softly, “15 minutes, baby?” And Jensen barely called him that. It was Jared’s name for him.

Jared huffed an impatient sigh, “You owe me a blow job for this” he said just to watch Jensen splutter and blush. Jensen didn’t talk dirty and didn’t really appreciate it. Jared wasn’t that kind of guy either, he just did it to get a rise out of his shy boy friend.

Over half an hour later, Jared walked in with his arms folded, “So much for 15 minutes” he sulked.

“Don’t tell me you weren’t actually waiting in the bedroom or something?” Jensen raised a brow.

“No” Jared rolled his eyes. So maybe he had been lying on the bed, but he was having a snooze. He didn’t know what to do with all the free time after such a busy work schedule. Well ALONE that is.

“Jay, I swear, once I finish this, we can go out and do something”

“Like… ‘couple’y stuff?”

“Uhm…yeah…If you wanna call it that?” Jen smiled with a small shy hint of pride. He always felt so proud and honored to be partners with a guy like Jared.

Jared just nodded with an endearing chuckle, Jensen was still so shy about their relationship, “So what are you planning? A romantic dinner, a movie….stroll in the park?” he teased.

Jensen shrugged, “Well…”he considered, “What do you wanna do?”

“You always just go along with what I wanna do, Jen. You’re turn”

“Yeah…but you’re the fun one. You’re the one with all the whacky, spontaneous ideas…”Jensen spun around on his swivel chair and froze, “Oh my god….you think I’m boring don’t you?” his eyes were so wide in panic they almost extended beyond the frame of his spectacles.

Jared couldn’t help it. The combination of Jensen’s expression and senseless paranoia resulted in his laughter that bellowed through the whole house, “Calm down, babe” he shook his head and wiped a tear, the result of laughing too hard, from his eye, “You’re not boring. We’re always joking around and having fun, how could I think you’re boring?” he smiled endearingly, “Come here,” but Jensen didn’t move he just swallowed and searched Jared’s eyes. Jared shook his head, still smiling. He took the four small steps it took to reach Jensen and dropped between his legs. Without warning, he felt for the lever and pushed it up, making Jensen’s chair drop down to a more convenient level, and his partner let out an undignified squawk in surprise. Jared reached across and cupped Jensen’s face in both huge paws. He always marveled at how small Jensen look compared to him, or with him. Take the given situation, Jensen’s face was almost lost in his hands, all that was visible was his soft full lips and intense green eyes staring lustfully at Jared through their fine metal and glassy barrier.

Not two minutes later, Jared laid Jensen's back against the soft mattress and gently nudged the smaller man's thighs apart so he could sit between them. The taller man took a firm grip of his partner's slender hips before pulling them onto his lap and Jensen moaned and threw his head back so violently that his glasses almost fell off with the meer force.

“So…where are we going?” Jared asked lazily, snuggled up to Jensen in the aftermath.

“Uhm…we could take the next few days off and rent out a little Beach shack?” Jensen suggested , “Head down tomorrow…come back after the weekend?”

“That’s my boy” Jared rubbed his nose against Jensen’s neck affectionately then paused, “Wait, that’ll mean you’ll miss your appointment on Thursday,” he frowned.

Jensen shifted down Jared’s body so he could lay his head on the warm, broad chest and shrugged a little, “I don’t mind so much,” he replied.

Jared hid a smile and kissed the top of his boyfriend’s head, “Good, I’d miss them too much”

3 months later and Jensen finally got his contacts. But he’d always take them out and wear his glasses as soon as he got home.

Freckles and Frames Anime!

2008-01-31T04:24:14Z

Incase y'all didn't know; i have an absolute love for anime/bishonen style drawing.

chained_blunt offered to draw a pic for my 'Freckles and Frames' verse and i was thrilled!

here it is! isn't it SOOOOOOOOOOOOO cuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuute!!!! it's so jensen and jared :D
Thanks honey, i really appreciate the time and effort you went to :)
I love it and keep up the good work ;)

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Freckles and Frames Vol.1

2008-01-31T02:57:56Z

Title: Dancing Freckles and Silver Frames

Verse: Freckles and Frames

Author: Pairings: J2

killer_kida

Genre: Established relationship.

Warnings: An abundance of fluff is all.

Disclaimer: Don’t own ‘em.

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For example, he had learnt that beneath that smooth, sexy and confident Dean Winchester exterior, lied a sweet, shy and self conscious Jensen Ackles that Jared felt a strong need to wrap up in his arms and hide away from the bad things in the world.

He remembered learning something after noticing that Jensen had smooth appearing skin and when the sun hit just right, the region of freckles across Jensen’s nose and cheeks would almost dance as he spoke and laughed. Times like those, Jared found himself trying his darn best to make Jensen laugh. Looking back now, it almost seemed funny at how natural and strong the urge was to see the other man smile at him. Eyes crinkling, the beginnings of early laughter lines, behind those silver frames. Jared wanted to be the cause behind each and every crease.

He learnt that if he made Jensen laugh hard enough, his co-star would learn forward and hold his middle or slap his thigh and his glasses would slip down that freckled nose and he’d still be chuckling or catching his breath as he used an index to slide the frames back to there rightful position. Or, if Jared was very lucky and had said or done something especially witty Jensen would be smiling coyly, even shyly, eyes an intense emerald green framed perfectly by silver.

Two things Jared had already known, that he needed no time to learn were

1) Jensen was the most beautiful man Jared had ever seen because Jared had never thought another man beautiful.

2) He wanted to be as close he could get to Jensen and stay that way for a very long time.

So Jensen must have felt the same with point two as they became inseparable. At work, Kim and Kripke often wondered why they’d even wasted their resources on giving the two separate trailers because when ever a PA was calling one to set, he’d always be found in the other’s trailer. And after a 16 hour day or when they finally had a week end off, the two would be lounging around Jared’s place or Jensen’s apartment; eating pizza, drinking beer, taking in a pre-recorded game (as they were at work when it was aired live) or just lazing around and chatting about anything.

So one day off, when the two were stretched out on Jared’s couch with Sadie’s head in her daddy’s lap and Harley curled up at Jensen’s feet. Some movie was playing, but it was really only background noise behind their relaxed conversation and laid back line rehearsals. Jared was stroking Sadie’s head and a strange thought entered his head. As much as he loved his girl, Jared sort of wanted to substitute her soft fur…for Jensen’s head of hair...hmm.

Jensen was laughing at Jared’s last remark…and he must of found it pretty funny because he was doubled over. Jared couldn’t remember what he had said, to make his friend laugh so hard, as he was still lost in his out-of-the-blue-urges. He stared hard at the other man and realized he was in love with Jensen Ackles and had been for …he wasn’t even sure…maybe half an hour after they met?

He plastered a smile on his face and Jensen turned to face him, with that sweet grin of his and shoulders still shaking a little from his fading giggle and his glasses slipped down to the tip of his nose. Jared acted on instinct, he reached out his arm, pointed a finger and stroked up Jensen’s nose, pushing the glasses back into place watching Jensen gasp a little, pupils dilate and bore into his from the centre of his green irises. Then…Jared simply…leaned over and kissed him, like it was the most natural thing in the world.

It didn’t feel so natural when they broke apart though and Jared had an awkward twist in his stomach ‘What the hell have I just done?’. He stood up and watched Jensen slowly rise to his feet next to him…and braced himself for the worst as he turned to face the other man. But Jensen’s reaction wasn’t what he’d expected. He’d expected a punch to the jaw.

“Wow….uhm…thanks?” Jensen said the only thing he could, seeing he was a little brain-scrambled from the surprise.

“Uhm…yeah….you’re welcome, man” Jared ducked his head and, for lack of better word, coughed a nervous laugh.

“So I guess this means…uhm…actually…what does this mean?” Jensen asked hesitantly, biting his lip and searching Jared’s face for an answer.

“I suppose it just…” Jared shrugged and looked at him, “Depends?”

“Ok…” Jensen nodded slowly, before holding his hands up in a clueless gesture, “On what…exactly?”

Jared scratched his head and clicked his tongue, almost cringing in embarrassment as he said, “On whether you…” he ran a rough hand through his hair as he struggled to get the words out, “liked it?” and averted his eyes.

Jensen’s eyes widened a fraction, “Oh” he replied simply and Jared braved a look, “I uhm…think I …did” Jensen titled his head and a slow grin spread over his full lips as if he had just had an internal epiphany, “I’m pretty sure I did.”

“Pretty sure?” Jared felt a little more courageous, “You don’t sound entirely sure.” He frowned with a teasing smile, “Maybe…you need to try it again? Just to be certain.” And he didn’t even try to sound innocent.

Jensen’s eyes jerked up to meet Jared’s, “Uh yeah…that uh…that could definitely…you know… work,” he tried to shrug casually but Jared saw straight through it.

He wrapped an arm around Jensen’s waist and cupped half of Jensen’s delicate face in one hand as he leaned down to capture the other man’s lips again and this time, Jensen moaned at the contact and his whole body felt like it was melting and sagged in Jared’s embrace.

Jared had dragged Jensen up the hall and onto his bed in record timing. He had the smaller man sprawled beneath him as his own hips were nestled between Jensen’s thighs. He had managed to take off the blonde’s shirt and was kissing him passionately. His heart sank when he felt a gentle push at his chest, “Wait” Jensen breathed.

“What?” Jared asked hesitantly, pulling back just a little.

Jensen reached for his glasses, “I don’t want my first time with Jared Padalecki…I don’t want to look like a geek,” Jensen blushed and his freckles appeared burnt in with the red.

Jared frowned and shook his head and Jensen’s insecurities, “You look beautiful, Jen. You always do.”

Jensen swallowed at that confession and laid back on his elbows, chest exposed and a vulnerable but trusting look in his emerald eyes, blush still staining his cheeks.

Jared sighed in awe before leaning forward again. He was going to relish every moment.

Later on, when they were stretched out on the couch yet again, Jared- corny as it seems, couldn’t help but realize how natural it felt; the comfortable warm weight of Jensen’s head on his thigh as he stroked his fingers through the other man’s hair. It really did feel perfect and he chuckled, making Jensen frown up at him question. Jared shook his head and smiled before leaning down and kissing the tip of Jensen’s nose. He opened his mouth to say something and then decided against it, scared it might be too much too soon and he’d freak the shorter man out.

“What?”

“Nothing.”

“Oh” Jensen looked a little disappointed so Jared swallowed his pride and took the plunge.

“Just…I love you.”

Jensen’s green eyes instantly brightened up, “Yeah?” he asked in his own hesitant yet eager way.

“Yeah,” a very typically Padalecki grin shaped his lips, “Freckles, frames and all.”

Friends Birthday Calender

2008-01-18T01:13:26Z

Ok, so hello every one *waves* obviously, i'm back from Kalgoorlie. Had a great time, blah blah blah.

Anyways, I'd like to make note of when all my friend's birthdays are so, obviously, i can wish you a good birthday when it comes :) i also find it a nice social 'getting to know you' thing :P

So please just write your name, birthday (and how old you'll be turning IF you feel comfortable with it) and postal address, if you know me well enough to trust me :P, so i can send a birthday card, otherwise email adress so i can send you an e-mail :)
or email it to me: acidfoxy@hotmail.com (alot of you already have my email anyways)

*hugs to all my rocking lj friends*

~kida~

Off To Kalgoolie

2008-01-09T13:05:54Z

OK, so i won't be online for the next few days (10-14th Jan) coz i'm going for a mini-trip and won't have internet access while i'm away.

see you all when i get back!

*hugs and smoochies*

~kida~

Jensen Glasses!Verse Art Challenge

2008-01-01T01:41:50Z

Ok, so recently i've been getting SPOILT by all my amazingly talented LJ-Artist-Friends. And what does every spoilt brat do? Asks for more :P

sweetgirl7808 made an incredible banner for one of my upcoming fics, "I will take care of you" (Werewolf!Dean/Vampire!Sammy AU)
http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f105/SweetGirl7808/takecare.jpg

Anyways, I've decided that i would really love a banner OR manip for one of my new J2 fics 'Jensen's Glasses!Verse', as a 'visual aid' :P
Has it ever occured to any one how plain adorable Jensen looks with those glasses perched upon his freckled button-cute nose? I think Jared finds it equally cute and perhaps maybe...just a little bit sexy? ;)

If you are interested, please click below to read about what i have in mind :)

First of all, thank you so much for taking an interest and the time to read this!

Ok, so as I've said, I'm looking for an artist to make a manip or banner (hey both is cool! :P) focused on Jensen looking incredibly sweet with his feckle splattered nose and wearing glasses as well as Jared looking adoringly at him because his baby really is just too cute!
I've got this idea that Jared is going to be masculine and protective where as Jensen is going to be a little more petite and shy.

I will also be attempting to write a sex scene, hopefully with the help of my esteemed Porn Author: timdvosk and if any one wishes to have a go at that subject please be my guest.

I kind of have this image of incredibly tender love making, LOL.
Ok, I know positions are asking ALOT as bases are hard to find as is but this is just an idea! I don't know the actual name so bear with me and amuse yourself with my embarrassing explanation!
So, we have Jensen laying on the bed but his 'hips' are on Jared's lap and Jared is knealing between Jensen's thighs.
I'll take a few lines out of the fic to help better explain: "Jared laid Jensen's back against the soft mattress and gently nudged the smaller man's thighs apart so he could sit between them. The taller man took a firm grip of his partner's slender hips before pulling them onto his lap and Jensen moaned and threw his head back so violently that his glasses almost fell off with the meer force."
*nervous giggle and blush*

Thanks again for reading! I really do hope some one takes me up on this :)

~Kida~
xoxo

Thalassas's Manip!

2007-12-31T08:15:50Z

Thalassa ROCKS! She just farking ROCKS! Just look at what she's made now!

Ok, so thalassa_ipx came up with this "swap challenge" idea which was awesome fun!
She made this AMAZING manip for me that you can find here (warning: not work safe) in return for my Double Meanings fic.

I love my LJ friends :D
*smishes her*