Author: Dizzo PM
Sam had a dream, Dean knows it …Rated: Fiction T - English - Humor/Romance - Sam W. & Dean W. - Words: 383 - Reviews: 5 - Favs: 7 - Follows: 1 - Published: 07-02-10 - Status: Complete - id: 6105094
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Sam had a dream, Dean knows it …
A little bit of fun and pervertitude I dreamed up while I was on holiday
Disclaimer: I own nothing except my own perverted mind.
Sam tiptoed across the room to the bed where Jessica was sleeping; crouching down beside her, he fondly regarded the sleeping form before gently teasing her blonde curls with the tips of his fingers. She moaned softly and shifted in her deep sleep. Sam smiled, and leaned forward, placing the gentlest of kisses on her soft lips. She sighed his name, and he repeated the kiss, this time with more force and more hunger.
Shifting onto her back, she whispered his name again; still treading the narrow path between sleep and waking. He climbed onto the bed, hovering over her on his hands and knees. His left hand slid slowly up under her pyjama top, gently exploring her slim figure, and found her small, firm breasts. He gently massaged them, stroking and kneading, leaning forward into a deep and loving kiss as she sighed and writhed beneath him.
"Sam …" she moaned softly beneath his crushing kiss;
"Hmmm … aaam …" breathless and muffled beneath his lips as her warm tongue sought his;
"SHHH … AM!" suddenly her voice was sharp, abrupt … and undeniably male.
Sam's eyes snapped open and looked directly not into Jessica's long-lashed grey eyes, but his brother's equally long-lashed green ones which currently carried an expression which hovered somewhere between frightened bewilderment and abject terror.
Dean was flat on his back, pinned to the mattress, his brother looming over him on his hands and knees, his lower lip gripped tightly between Sam's teeth.
Dean's eyes travelled down to his rucked up T shirt and didn't even want to think about what's Sam's left hand was doing under there.
"Eeeuugh!" squealed Sam, springing up and away from the bed, toppling backwards into his own bed, frantically wiping his hands and mouth on his own T shirt.
Dean scrambled into an upright sitting position; "Sam, it's not that I'm not sympathetic, dude, because I am", he gasped, shakily rearranging his T shirt, "but we really HAVE to talk about your Jessica dreams!"
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