Fic: Mr Touchy-Feely (Sam/Dean)

[theron09]

This one is for the awesome gothic_elvis . Shailey, I love being your friend and I really hope that you enjoy this fic. Merry Christmas!

Title: Mr Touchy-Feely

Pairing: Sam/Dean

Summary: Written for the prompt: Schmoopy Sam/Dean where Dean gets cursed to be super sweet to everyone and loves cuddling.

Rating: PG-13

 

The motel room was light – lighter than it usually was when they woke up – and Sam smiled; it wasn’t often that he got to sleep in late. Sighing, he stretched his arms up above his head and, for once, didn’t feel the pull of tender muscles; the last hunt had, surprisingly, gone smoothly. He shifted slightly, opening his eyes fully, and froze. There was an arm across his stomach, a warm body pressed against his own.

Biting his lip, he turned his head and groaned when he saw Dean. He was still asleep, with his mouth only centimetres from Sam’s shoulder. Grimacing, Sam tried to ease out from underneath his brother; no matter how close they’d become since they’d started this relationship, Dean wouldn’t be impressed if he woke up like this. He stopped moving as Dean’s grip on his waist tightened and turned to look at his brother now, eyes widening when he saw that Dean was awake.

“Dean, I-”

“This is nice.” Dean shifted closer and pressed a kiss to Sam’s shoulder, “We should do this more often.”

“Um,” he wrapped his arm around Dean’s shoulders as his brother rolled over on top of him, “Okay.”

“Seriously, Sammy. More often.”

“Right.” Taking a chance, he kissed Dean’s forehead and half-smiled, half-frowned when no rebuke came; maybe Dean was just in a forgiving mood.

---

Sam sat in the booth at the diner, watching Dean out of the window as he finally found a parking space. He smiled as Dean pulled into the spot and turned back to look at the menu so that he wouldn’t be caught watching him. He jumped as he felt someone slide into the booth next to him and looked up to see Dean just as he felt a hand rest against his own.

“Anything good on the menu?”

Dean was holding his hand. In public.

“Sam?”

“Uh,” he tangled his fingers with Dean’s, “There’s pancakes.”

“Great. Once we’ve finished up here we can hit the road, chase up another job,” he hesitated, “If you want to.”

“That sounds fine.” He rubbed his thumb across Dean’s wrist.

“Do you want to share some?”

“Share? You want to share food?”

“What’s wrong with that?” Dean pulled his hand away.

“Nothing,” he glanced up as the waitress arrived at their table, “You usually hate that.”

Dean shrugged and knocked his knee against Sam’s, “I like pancakes and I like you - it makes sense.”

“Right,” he frowned as Dean turned away to place their order and pulled a flask of holy water out of his jacket, slipped some of it into Dean’s drink.

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Dean wasn’t possessed. And he wasn’t a shapeshifter or anything else that Sam had tested him for. He couldn’t work out what it meant because Dean – his brother, Dean – would never snuggle while watching a movie but that’s exactly what was happening. It wasn’t like it was a bad thing – having Dean pressed up next to him, their hands tangled together – but it was unexpected, out of character. He ran his hand up and down Dean’s arm, felt Dean smile against his neck and tried to think back over the past few days.

“I’m going to go call Bobby.”

“What?”

“Bobby. I’m going to go and call him.” He eased himself out from under Dean, “Watch the movie.” He waited until Dean had sighed and stretched out on the settee before heading outside.

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“A curse?”

“That’s what I said, Sam.”

“But-”

“And why didn’t you think of that yourself?”

Sam sighed, “I thought of everything else. So what do I do?”

“Well, this kind of curse is – they usually just end after a while.”

“How long exactly?”

“A few days.”

“So, I have a few days of Dean being-”

“Mr Touchy-Feely. Yeah.”

“Huh.”

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Sam breathed out as he felt Dean’s hand skim up his sides, up to his shoulders as their lips met in a slow, lazy kiss. There was none of the usual urgency from Dean, just a soft press of lips and a gentle hand tangled in his hair. He shifted against Dean, ran his hands up his back and gently scraped his teeth across Dean’s bottom lip, moved down to do the same to his neck.

Smiling, he pulled away, laughed when Dean groaned and tried to chase his lips with his own. “Come on, bed.”

Nodding, Dean grabbed his hand and walked towards the bed, hesitated when Sam started to climb under the covers, “Sammy?”

“Yeah?” He pulled Dean down on top of him.

“Can we – can we just sleep tonight?” He leaned down, pressed a kiss to Sam’s shoulder.

“What?”

“You know – just lie together until we fall asleep.”

Sam bit his lip and helped Dean roll onto his side as they found a comfortable way to lie; legs tangled together, Dean’s head against Sam’s shoulder. He turned his head, planted a kiss against Dean’s forehead and sent a silent thank you to whoever it was that had cursed his brother.