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Title: Threw Away the Sun
Author: Ladyjanelly
Warnings: Wincest, violence, a bumpy ride
Characters/pairings: Jess, Sam/Dean
Rated: NC-17 sex and violence
Summary: AU. Six months after John Winchester goes missing on a hunt, Dean Goes to Palo Alto to find a psychic.

Notes: OMG. Okay. Special thanks to jellicle and nova_berry and all the other people who have read this since I started it. I began this fic between seasons one and two of SPN and just now have it ready to publish. I'm sure I've forgotten someone who read it there in the middle and I'm so sorry and I remember appreciating you, just not which of you wonderful people it was.






Weeks pass, and they travel. East down to Texas, then back up through Illinois.

They get to the little town in Oregon where Sam had calculated that there was a small chance of John being. There’s no sign of the man, but Dean does find out about a string of missing teens going back thirty years. The salt and burn means his dad is less likely to come, but he can’t let the restless spirit kill again.

There’s more than enough time to get to the next possible rendezvous point. A sliver of hope that John’ll come, but late, remains, so they decide to wait another twenty four hours, just in case.

That night, Sam listens to a talk show on the clock radio by the bed. Dean searches the web for hot spots that match up with the vision Jess recorded in the notebook. He’s not sure when Sam falls asleep, but he sure as hell knows when Sam starts to dream.

“I’m sorry,” Sam whimpers, “It was the only way--please, please--”

Dean steps over; he sits on the edge of the bed and shakes the thin shoulder.

“I’m sorry!” Sam sounds so young, so broken. He curls towards Dean’s hand, then quiets down to sleep again. Dean sits for a while, stroking the kid’s shoulder. The satchel lies on the bed, not touching Sam anymore. Dean’s curiosity has put cats to shame, and he has to lean over, lift the flap.

There’s a gun inside, some decrepit old pistol. Dean has to shake his head. Sam sees the future. He wouldn’t carry around a gun that would never work. Still, the thing looks a hundred years old; how useful can it be? Crazy, he thinks, and closes the flap again.

Sam is still sleeping peaceful, so Dean goes back to work. The second nightmare hits less than an hour later and the third just minutes after Dean moves away again.

The next time, he gives up and crawls into bed alongside Sam. He expects Sam to smell sick, like hospital rooms and too many hours in one bed. He doesn’t though, he smells clean, soap and toothpaste and just a little like the sweat from the dreams before.

He puts an arm around the younger man. Sam feels so right, like a bony, lanky teddy-bear for grownups, and Dean would die before he’d admit a thought like that out loud.

He wakes to the sound of Sam’s gasp, the feel of the whipcord-thin body in his arms going tense.

“Dean?” Sam whispers, and there’s a note of uncertainty for the first time. He doesn’t sound afraid or hurt like he does when he dreams. He sounds--aroused.


It takes Dean’s sleep-fuddled brain a second to catch up, to realize his hand has drifted down, so low on Sam’s stomach that his pinky finger has slid under the waist-band of Sam’s boxers.

Sam’s heavy breathing isn’t fear, isn’t the tail-end of a nightmare.

“Shh,” Dean soothes. Sam’s not beautiful, and yet touching him still feels good, still gets him hot. “Don’t look ahead,” he says, “If you want this, just let it happen.”

“Dean,” Sam sighs and moves against his hand. “Please, please.”

It seems right, doing this in so little light that all Dean can see is the outline of Sam’s shoulder and a little of his scarred cheek. If Sam can’t see, it feels fair that Dean can’t either.

Dean slides his hand further into Sam’s shorts, feels the curls of pubic hair against his palm and the warm flesh of his cock against his knuckles. Sam bucks at the touch, and Dean thinks he doesn’t realize how he’s rubbing his ass on Dean’s dick.

A strangled whine slips from Sam’s throat and Dean knows he’s the first, that nobody’s ever seen Sam this way. The virgin kink has never been Dean’s thing before but Sam, giving him this, making it right, feels important.

Dean tries to make it last, giving slow easy touches and gentle kisses to the back of Sam’s neck and shoulders. So much of the younger man’s life has been pain, Dean’s determined that this should be good.

Sam doesn’t talk throughout it all. He clings to the wadded up sheet and makes these little whimpers that shoot straight to Dean’s dick. It doesn’t take long at all, and then he’s crying Dean’s name and spilling over Dean’s fist.

Dean pets him through the aftershocks, soothes him until his breathing slows and his lean body relaxes. He waits until Sam’s almost asleep before he gets up for a washcloth. He’s still hard, and he promises his dick that as soon as Sam’s cleaned up he’ll give it the attention it deserves.

Sam stirs at the touch of the warm cloth. “Why?” he asks, and he sounds so bewildered that Dean has to smile a little.

Dean scrubs the come out of the blind boy’s pubes. “Wanted to,” he answers, and it’s the only true thing he can say--not because he’s ashamed of what he’s done, but because all his reasons sound a little sick, put into words.

Sam’s fingers find Dean’s wrist and circle it, and his other hand moves along Dean’s shoulder and down his chest. Dean holds his breath as Sam’s fingers brush against his erection.

“Fuck,” Dean sighs.

Sam’s hand rubs slowly up and down the still cloth-covered hard on. He swallows hard, and Dean’s a little amazed that he still seems uncertain, like he hasn’t looked into a hundred futures to see how this all ends.

“Why didn’t you finish?”

“It wasn’t about me getting off,” Dean whispers back, half-dizzy with how good Sam’s touch feels on him.

“It is now.” Sam’s face is unreadable in the near dark as he draws Dean back own to the bed, face to face this time. They fit like pieces from two different puzzles, awkward lines and sharp hip bones. Dean gets his dick lined up against Sam’s thigh though, and doesn’t have any complaints.

Dean’s fingers are so world-worn and calloused as they trace over Sam’s lips. He leans in, flicking his tongue at the corner of Sam’s mouth, tasting him.

Sam gasps and shivers. “God,” he whispers, and when Dean’s knee slides up, he’s hard again. “God, I want--”

“Yeah?” Dean asks as Sam thrusts against him.

“I want--fuck me.” Sam’s back arches, exposing his throat. “Fuck me, Dean. I’m not a kid. You won’t break me.”

And shit. Jesus. That’s all Dean needs to hear. He scrambles up, dumping the first aid kit on the foot of the bed with one hand, keeping hold of Sam’s ankle with the other. There’s no proper lube, but he finds a bottle of aloe gel and a condom. He flips Sam over and crawls up his body. Sam’s trembling and Dean strokes his hands up his bony back to soothe him.

“You sure?” he asks, because the last thing he wants is to fuck this up.

“I’m sure,” Sam gasps. “I--” he cuts himself off but Dean doesn’t push it. He goes as slow as he knows how, slicking up his fingers and working them into Sam’s ass.

Sam bucks back and fucks himself on Dean’s fingers, squirming like a cat in heat. He makes these noises, like he can’t sort it out, what’s good, what isn’t, like some part of him is being torn apart and put back together again, a million times a second.

The no-eyes thing is freaking Dean out again--he has no idea what this means to Sam, if it’s some crush, or just lust or if he’s using Dean to punish himself.

“Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop,” Sam chants, and hell if Dean has it in him to disobey.

Sam makes a broken sound down in his throat as Dean pushes in. His fingers grip the sweaty sheets and he pushes back again, driving Dean deep.

Christ almighty, Sam’s almost too tight inside. Dean grabs his hips, and there’s no padding to cushion the force of his grip. It takes everything Dean has to go slow, to give Sam time to adjust. It can’t be comfortable, but Sam’s rocking against him no matter how hard Dean tries to keep him still.

Sam’s vocabulary has shrunk down to the words fuck, Dean and shit, hissed out in seemingly random combinations. Dean’s hips snap forward three times and then they’re coming together, profanity spilling from Sam’s lips and apology from Dean’s, because this is wrong, so wrong.

He tries to pull out slow, but Sam still makes a broken little sound in his throat. There’s blood on the condom, but not enough that Dean feels worried, just guilty.

“Stay there,” he says, putting a reassuring hand on Sam’s back. Dean turns on another light and digs through the first aid stuff on the floor for some antibiotic cream.

Sam doesn’t flinch when Dean sits beside him on the bed. Dean can’t help but catalog the damage--bruises from his hands and bite-marks he doesn’t even remember making.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers, because this was Sam’s first and nobody’s first should be like that.

And Sam? The fucker laughs at him, a low chuckle, muffled in the pillow. “Don’t be,” he says, “God, Dean. I felt real. I felt connected.”

Dean has no idea what to say to that so he’s quiet as he soothes the cream into the scrapes and bites on Sam’s shoulders and hips, and pushes slow and careful into the inflamed pucker of his ass. He caps the tube and starts to stand, but Sam reaches for him.

“Please,” Sam says, soft and needing. There’s nothing left of the closed, distant jerk Dean’s been traveling with.

“Please, stay here tonight?”

“Yeah,” Dean whispers, and turns off the light. He wraps himself around Sam, knees tucked up under his thighs, arm around his waist, forehead at the crook of his neck, and it feels right.

Date: 2007-10-20 03:45 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] elektrik-storm.livejournal.com
*whimpers* oh this was just perfect. *sighs*

oooh... you might want to tag it as tats for those who get email alerts! they don't wanna be missing out on this!!!! i was just checking ym flist!

*hugs you*

Date: 2007-10-21 02:05 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ladyjanelly.livejournal.com
Thanks. Tagged.

Somehow they fit really smooth--

Date: 2007-10-20 04:09 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] elucreh.livejournal.com
Yes.

Yes.

*sighs happily*

Date: 2007-10-21 02:05 am (UTC)

Date: 2007-10-20 04:49 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] fromyourashes.livejournal.com
Oh, god honey. I just... this is my favorite of all your stories. I love this so much, darling.

Date: 2007-10-21 02:08 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ladyjanelly.livejournal.com
Thanks. It's really a different kind of piece for me.

Date: 2007-10-20 05:11 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] nova-berry.livejournal.com
oh god. *bites nails*

this is going to be PROBLEMATIC when dean finds out they're brothers. i was really surprised that sam allowed the sexxin', as i don't imagine dean forgiving him for this very easily...

GAH.

Date: 2007-10-21 02:09 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ladyjanelly.livejournal.com
MmHmm. And Sam--he has to know that, right?

"Gah" is right.

Date: 2007-10-20 05:27 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] nerthus.livejournal.com
Wow, I loved this; just simply loved it, sigh. I NEEDED that connection coming more to life between them, and I can't wait for the next part.

Date: 2007-10-21 02:10 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ladyjanelly.livejournal.com
That connection-thing is really what seperated-young fic is all about for me (and most things J2, actually), that sense that these people were meant to be together in some capacity.

So glad you're enjoying it.

Date: 2007-10-20 06:31 pm (UTC)
greedy_dancer: (Default)
From: [personal profile] greedy_dancer
oh my god. that was amazingly hot. i'm loving this series!

Date: 2007-10-21 02:12 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ladyjanelly.livejournal.com
Yay! Glad you're diggin' it.

Date: 2007-10-20 08:24 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] deathangelgw.livejournal.com
nnnnnnnnnnnnnnngh god I love this fic...*bites fist*

Date: 2007-10-21 02:16 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ladyjanelly.livejournal.com
Yay! I hope that doesnt change by the end.

Date: 2007-10-21 05:03 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] deathangelgw.livejournal.com
doubt it will!! I'm such an angst hor...

Date: 2007-10-20 10:32 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] tabaqui
Ah, i wondered if this would happen. Sweet. I like that Dean didn't shy away, just wanted to hold him...
Nice stuff.

Date: 2007-10-21 02:19 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ladyjanelly.livejournal.com
There's definitely a non-sexual element to Dean's reaction to the sex. :)

Date: 2007-10-20 11:39 pm (UTC)
ext_2984: Dean reads Supernatural (brothers hunters)
From: [identity profile] jellicle.livejournal.com
You posted the calm before the storm! And I'm almost ready to read it again!

Did you get my email about scar!verse? I am worried yahoo lost it in the cyberspace.

Date: 2007-10-21 12:42 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ladyjanelly.livejournal.com
Yes, I got the mail. I have been working on the rest of the chapter. I totally should have let you know I got it.

So, um, you think people are gonna hate me around the end of 5? :)

Date: 2007-10-21 12:48 am (UTC)
ext_2984: Dean reads Supernatural (brothers hunters)
From: [identity profile] jellicle.livejournal.com
Don't think so. I believed they'll be socked, surprised, but they won't hate you, specially because it's chapter 5, not 6 ;)

Date: 2007-10-21 02:20 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ladyjanelly.livejournal.com
I do warn for a bumpy ride---

Date: 2007-10-21 01:18 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] softgraysky.livejournal.com
I loooooove this story. So much. Like, whoa. *is happy*

Sam...oh Sam, oh poor knowing broken Sam. Who has the Colt? *flutters*

By the way, the title is so very pretty.

I love tha tlast sentence a lot. and it feels right. *nods* I just hope he remembers that.

Date: 2007-10-21 02:23 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ladyjanelly.livejournal.com
The line is from the song "Bad Company" by the band "Bad Company."

"Chose a gun and threw away the sun" is a line.

Yup, that's the Colt in Sam's bag. If John had kept Dean a little more in the loop he'd have recognized it.

Dean does remember--eventually.

Date: 2007-10-21 04:43 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] softgraysky.livejournal.com
Man, I love that song. (though clearly not enough to recognise the line :P)

Oh John *flails hands helplessly*

To tell the truth, I'm kinda excited for the fallout/angst/anger. I like how things fall apart and then, how they get put back together.

You're doing a fabulous job so far. *loves story*

Date: 2007-10-21 05:45 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ladyjanelly.livejournal.com
I found the song very early in the writing process on this one, and it totally fit things together for me. So yeah. Awesome song.

You should very much enjoy the next two chapters. I think.

Date: 2007-10-21 05:13 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] minim_calibre
It seems right, doing this in so little light that all Dean can see is the outline of Sam’s shoulder and a little of his scarred cheek. If Sam can’t see, it feels fair that Dean can’t either.

I love this line so much.

Date: 2007-10-21 05:42 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ladyjanelly.livejournal.com
I wanted this Sam to be not-beautiful. And Dean feels anyway.

Date: 2007-10-21 05:34 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] lapillus
You're sure there are only two more parts???

Date: 2007-10-21 05:42 am (UTC)

Date: 2007-10-21 05:48 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] leiadiana.livejournal.com
"sigh" Hot, but also a little sad. It makes me wonder just what has Sam gone through, and what is he thinking. Oh, I like how you've been illustrating his dreams/visions. Very effective.

LeiaDianaMinerva

Date: 2007-10-21 03:09 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ladyjanelly.livejournal.com
Thanks. I did want it to feel a little bitter-sweet, like the sad echo of what Sam/Dean should be.

Sam is so screwed up in his head.

Glad the dreams work. They were a bit tricky to work with.

Date: 2007-10-21 12:32 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] alchemie.livejournal.com
You are totally made of the awesome - and so is this story. Beautiful and perfect and I still can't get enough. Only 2 chapters to go? Did you mean 20?

Date: 2007-10-21 03:09 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ladyjanelly.livejournal.com
No really. Two.

Glad you're enjoying it though.

Date: 2007-10-21 12:36 pm (UTC)
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From: [identity profile] ysbail.livejournal.com
Just found this this morning and I am so very happy I did ... this is one hell of a gorgeous story...

I wonder what the odds are now of Dean taking Sam's little revelation well? Ummm ... we shall see ... soon I hope.

Wonderful.

Date: 2007-10-21 03:24 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ladyjanelly.livejournal.com
I'm sure Sam has the exact odds all mapped out.

It's a really different fic for me; I'm glad you're enjoying it.

Date: 2007-10-21 07:50 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mre-quecky.livejournal.com
This is such a sweet story, more please ;D

Date: 2007-10-21 08:16 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] runedgirl.livejournal.com
This is beautiful, that sense of inevitability about it, Dean clueless as to why but feeling it and going with it anyway. Just feels, like your ending line of this chapter, so right.
Lynsey

Date: 2007-10-21 10:52 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ladyjanelly.livejournal.com
That destiny thing is why I love seperated-young fics. I keep trying to tell that story and this is the only time I've had it work.

Date: 2007-10-23 01:55 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] realpestilence.livejournal.com
There's that feeling of parts, fitting together with a sharp click, to make a whole-just right. A dreamy familiarity. I can see Dean going with it, not wanting to be too introspective lest the feeling get damaged...and Sam, grabbing what he can.

He *did* give Dean a clue, back in the beginning...he said he saw one future where Dean left there with his brother. So he *knew*. Oh, it's going to hit the fan, all right.

Lovely melancholy, lonely feeling to this. I'm sure hoping it's got a happy ending; you somehow got these last 3 chapters by me, so I'm catching up.



Pesti

Date: 2007-10-24 10:28 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] aislinn-tredor.livejournal.com
They're so broken.

First time chapter!

What possibilities are running in Sam's head now...

Date: 2007-10-24 10:41 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ladyjanelly.livejournal.com
I tried to show the broken pieces of Sam fitting into the broken pieces of Dean...

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