Fic: Deep in the Heart of Texas
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disturbinglynicTitle: Deep in the Heart of Texas
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing: Sam/Dean
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 914
Warnings: incest, hating on Texas
Summary: Sam and Dean have to solve a case in Texas.
Disclaimer: If I owned them then I wouldn't have to play with them in stories.
A/N: First Sam/Dean!
Title of story is the title of a song. Also not mine.
I have no Sam/Dean icons. For shame.
Written for the other: while talking prompt on my bingo card for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
kissbingo
For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
mrsvc ♥
They were in the middle of fucking nowhere Texas during the dead heat of summer. It felt like they had been driving through Texas for days, when really they’d only been in Texas for just over a day.
They had spent the night in San Angelo and were about to get on the road again. It was only morning, but he already felt like he’d been working in the sun for hours.
He was standing outside of the Impala waiting for Dean. He couldn’t sit in it and he couldn’t lean against it because the car was just too damn hot.
How the hell did anyone survive summer in Texas? More importantly, why would anyone want to? From what he’d seen of the state…well, let’s just say that he’s seen better.
Dean was having a hell of time out here too, so he could probably convince Dean that they should never take another case in Texas ever again. Especially during the summer.
Dean was finally making his way towards the Impala, and Sam wished he could blame the sudden dryness in his throat on the heat rather than his brother. Dean shouldn’t have this kind of effect on him. Not when he looked as gross as Sam felt. Then again, Dean shouldn’t be having this kind of effect on him period.
“Come on, Sammy. Let’s finish this case so we can get the hell out of here.”
Sam managed to find his voice. “And never come back.”
“Couldn’t agree with you more.”
A few hours later at some gas station along highway 67, they both dumped cold bottles of water over themselves, and for once, Dean didn’t bitch about ruining the seats of the Impala.
They stopped again later in some small town called Marathon. They’d been arguing for the past half hour, about what, Sam couldn’t even remember. He stalked into the gas station store to buy them more water.
He knew the heat was making him more irritated, but he couldn’t understand why his being in love with Dean was such a problem right now. It didn’t matter that it was disgustingly hot outside, all he could think about was throwing Dean down and having his way with him.
It’s not like he never thought about it, but it seemed to be all he could think about since they had arrived in Texas. He was afraid he was going to do something stupid, and that was definitely not helping his irritability.
It only got worse when they finally arrived at Big Bend National Park and they figured out what they were dealing with.
“You’ve got to be kidding me. A fucking ghost in the middle of Big Bend.” Dean was pacing while he was ranting, arms moving about wildly as if he hoped it would help express his outrage more. “How the hell are we going to find any kind of remains to salt and burn out here? They’re just ghosts. Maybe we should just leave it alone and get out of here?”
“Are you serious, Dean? We can’t just leave. I know the heat’s making you cranky, it’s doing the same to me, but has it scrambled your brain too?”
“What’s your problem these past couple of days, Sam?” Dean was in his face now. “The only time you’ve really opened your mouth is to argue with me. The rest of the time you’ve been strangely quiet.”
When Sam would think about this later, he would wonder what the hell had possessed him. He shoved Dean against the Impala and kissed him. Dean shoved him away.
“What the hell, Sam?”
But now that Sam had started this, he wasn’t going to back down.
“Don’t tell me you’ve never thought about it, Dean. I know you.” He kissed Dean again, and even though Dean didn’t kiss back, he didn’t push Sam away either. This time, when he pulled out of the kiss, he stayed pressed against Dean, Dean’s back still against the car.
“Sammy, we can’t do this, we shouldn’t do this.”
Sam could see the want in Dean’s eyes though, so he kissed him again, and this time, he felt Dean’s hands come up to rest on his waist, and very tentatively, Dean was kissing him back.
Sam pulled out of the kiss again. “Dean, the lives we lead, this actually makes sense. Besides, who’s going to tell us that we shouldn’t do this? It’s just you and me, Dean.”
This time, when he kissed Dean, he felt strong hands wrap around him and Dean was kissing him back enthusiastically. Sam pulled out of the kiss again though and smirked.
“So, you have thought about this.”
Dean glared at him for daring to smirk at him. He pressed his lips to Sam, but he didn’t kiss him.
“Of course I have. How could I not?”
Then Dean was kissing him urgently, like the world was about to end. They gradually melted into it, leaning against the Impala and making out like a couple of teenagers.
Sam couldn’t be sure of how long they stood out there like that, but he knew they did eventually make it to their tent. They also did wind up finding the remains and ridding Big Bend of its ghost problem. They even decided to camp out there for a few extra nights, despite the heat.
Sam figured he wouldn’t even mind coming back to Texas for another case. Turns out Texas wasn’t so bad after all.
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing: Sam/Dean
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 914
Warnings: incest, hating on Texas
Summary: Sam and Dean have to solve a case in Texas.
Disclaimer: If I owned them then I wouldn't have to play with them in stories.
A/N: First Sam/Dean!
Title of story is the title of a song. Also not mine.
I have no Sam/Dean icons. For shame.
Written for the other: while talking prompt on my bingo card for
kissbingo For
mrsvc ♥They were in the middle of fucking nowhere Texas during the dead heat of summer. It felt like they had been driving through Texas for days, when really they’d only been in Texas for just over a day.
They had spent the night in San Angelo and were about to get on the road again. It was only morning, but he already felt like he’d been working in the sun for hours.
He was standing outside of the Impala waiting for Dean. He couldn’t sit in it and he couldn’t lean against it because the car was just too damn hot.
How the hell did anyone survive summer in Texas? More importantly, why would anyone want to? From what he’d seen of the state…well, let’s just say that he’s seen better.
Dean was having a hell of time out here too, so he could probably convince Dean that they should never take another case in Texas ever again. Especially during the summer.
Dean was finally making his way towards the Impala, and Sam wished he could blame the sudden dryness in his throat on the heat rather than his brother. Dean shouldn’t have this kind of effect on him. Not when he looked as gross as Sam felt. Then again, Dean shouldn’t be having this kind of effect on him period.
“Come on, Sammy. Let’s finish this case so we can get the hell out of here.”
Sam managed to find his voice. “And never come back.”
“Couldn’t agree with you more.”
A few hours later at some gas station along highway 67, they both dumped cold bottles of water over themselves, and for once, Dean didn’t bitch about ruining the seats of the Impala.
They stopped again later in some small town called Marathon. They’d been arguing for the past half hour, about what, Sam couldn’t even remember. He stalked into the gas station store to buy them more water.
He knew the heat was making him more irritated, but he couldn’t understand why his being in love with Dean was such a problem right now. It didn’t matter that it was disgustingly hot outside, all he could think about was throwing Dean down and having his way with him.
It’s not like he never thought about it, but it seemed to be all he could think about since they had arrived in Texas. He was afraid he was going to do something stupid, and that was definitely not helping his irritability.
It only got worse when they finally arrived at Big Bend National Park and they figured out what they were dealing with.
“You’ve got to be kidding me. A fucking ghost in the middle of Big Bend.” Dean was pacing while he was ranting, arms moving about wildly as if he hoped it would help express his outrage more. “How the hell are we going to find any kind of remains to salt and burn out here? They’re just ghosts. Maybe we should just leave it alone and get out of here?”
“Are you serious, Dean? We can’t just leave. I know the heat’s making you cranky, it’s doing the same to me, but has it scrambled your brain too?”
“What’s your problem these past couple of days, Sam?” Dean was in his face now. “The only time you’ve really opened your mouth is to argue with me. The rest of the time you’ve been strangely quiet.”
When Sam would think about this later, he would wonder what the hell had possessed him. He shoved Dean against the Impala and kissed him. Dean shoved him away.
“What the hell, Sam?”
But now that Sam had started this, he wasn’t going to back down.
“Don’t tell me you’ve never thought about it, Dean. I know you.” He kissed Dean again, and even though Dean didn’t kiss back, he didn’t push Sam away either. This time, when he pulled out of the kiss, he stayed pressed against Dean, Dean’s back still against the car.
“Sammy, we can’t do this, we shouldn’t do this.”
Sam could see the want in Dean’s eyes though, so he kissed him again, and this time, he felt Dean’s hands come up to rest on his waist, and very tentatively, Dean was kissing him back.
Sam pulled out of the kiss again. “Dean, the lives we lead, this actually makes sense. Besides, who’s going to tell us that we shouldn’t do this? It’s just you and me, Dean.”
This time, when he kissed Dean, he felt strong hands wrap around him and Dean was kissing him back enthusiastically. Sam pulled out of the kiss again though and smirked.
“So, you have thought about this.”
Dean glared at him for daring to smirk at him. He pressed his lips to Sam, but he didn’t kiss him.
“Of course I have. How could I not?”
Then Dean was kissing him urgently, like the world was about to end. They gradually melted into it, leaning against the Impala and making out like a couple of teenagers.
Sam couldn’t be sure of how long they stood out there like that, but he knew they did eventually make it to their tent. They also did wind up finding the remains and ridding Big Bend of its ghost problem. They even decided to camp out there for a few extra nights, despite the heat.
Sam figured he wouldn’t even mind coming back to Texas for another case. Turns out Texas wasn’t so bad after all.
