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Playing in the Leaves
Heaven:
“Heaven is supposed to be perfect! This! This crap is not perfect! It’s Hell!”
Sam Winchester winced as he heard the deep voice of his older brother shouting from outside of their new home, the one tone that he hadn’t heard in quite a long time. But it was the final word that made him groan, and he threw an arm over his aching head, wondering what, if any, rules Heaven had.
It had been nearly a year since Sam had joined Dean in Heaven and despite the occasional weirdness of thinking of his afterlife in the present tense while also remembering their lives on Earth, Sam figured he’d settled into things well.
Early on, once he and Dean had gotten past the ‘catching up’ stage of their reunion and his brother was willing to share him with their friends and family that had also passed on, Sam had spent time learning the differences between Heaven and Earth.
He had spent one whole day pumping Bobby and Rufus for details on things while learning that even in Heaven if a man who had spent basically his entire life hunting monsters, then there were things to hunt.
Dean had been doubtful at first. Or he had until the first time they’d just been driving the highways like they’d always done and had stopped at a small lake to rest, and a water spirit chose that moment to try to attack Sam.
The sound of the shotgun had been almost as startling to Sam’s ears as the sight of the water spirit shrieking in pain when the iron bullets hit it, making it vanish and the choking sensation in his lungs dissipate; leaving the younger Winchester gasping but then locking eyes with Dean to see a familiar look in deep green.
“Nope. Earth or Heaven. The rules stay the goddamn same. No one touches my baby brother and lives a second later,” he’d said before extending a hand to help Sam back to his feet, firm fingers gripping his shoulder to help steady the younger man while gazing at the now still lake with the gaze of the hunter that he once had been. “Okay, Sammy. Looks like we still have work to do.”
That had been a little over four months ago and while it still wasn’t like it had been, Sam was happy with how their lives were.
One of the best things was when they weren’t cruising back roads with Dean finding roadside motels that still made Sam both laugh and wince at the décor, they had a cozy two-story log cabin set near a crystal blue lake with a nice array of trees to offer privacy when required.
The privacy thing had been the one thing Dean had insisted on when they decided to have an actual place to live instead of only motels or the Impala and Sam understood the reason even as he was rolling over in bed to slide his fingers along the now cold and empty other side, which told him that his brother had been awake for a good hour or so.
Last night had been a good example of why Dean wanted their house to have privacy. They had spent the night out on the built-on deck making love after a quiet dinner alone. Sometime, Sam had lost track of when, they must have moved their lovemaking indoors and up to the master bedroom that made up most of the second floor.
Now as cool air filtered in through the open window reminding the younger Winchester that seasons changed in Heaven even as they had on earth, Sam once again heard his brother’s pissed off voice shouting about finding a Home Depot in Heaven to buy either a chainsaw or a damn flamethrower. The second the words grenade launcher were heard however, Sam’s hazel eyes were snapping open, and he was grabbing for his jeans in order to go see what the hell had set Dean off to the point where he was willing to break into the heavy weapons… or buy chainsaw.
Leaving his jeans unbuttoned, Sam merely zipped them while pulling his boots on and forgetting his shirt for the moment as he bolted down the polished wood stairs to jerk open the front door, only to stop midway out in order to blink his eyes a couple times as if to clear them.
Waking up to Dean shouting and then threatening to break out the grenade launcher that Sam knew was still in the Impala’s trunk, he honestly hadn’t known what to expect when he got outside.
The sight that he opened the door to, however, wasn’t exactly in any possible scenario that the younger Winchester might have even considered.
Opening the door to see Dean raking leaves that had fallen from one of the many trees in the front yard while throwing dirty, disgusted looks up at the one closest to where the shiny, now leaf-covered, black 1967 Chevy Impala sat, was probably the last thing Sam ever would have considered what his brother had been shouting about.
“You woke up early on a Saturday to come out here and shout at trees rather than wake me up and talk me into shower sex?” Sam asked once he was certain he really was seeing what he was seeing and wasn’t concussed from hitting a wall last week during a hunt with a ghost. “Seriously?”
“Well, just to ease your mind, that actually had been my plan until I got up to go start making you breakfast in bed and happened to look outside to see these goddamn trees decided to shed all over my car!” Dean replied without looking up from where he was furiously raking leaves into another pile. “Heaven should not have falling leaves, Sam!”
Biting his lip while running his tongue along the inside of his mouth, Sam debated his response to that complaint when suddenly a soft breeze blew in from the lake, causing him to wince a second before his brother growled when the piles of leaves he’d already raked up were blown back all over the yard and the Impala.
“ Sonuvabitch !”
“Bobby did say that seasons changed in Heaven just like they did on Earth, Dean,” he decided to tactfully remind his brother, even while deciding what he’d be doing the rest of the day. “Leaves fell there too but usually you parked the Impala either inside the bunker or there weren’t any leaves to fall that much. Besides, it’s not like leaves will hurt her.”
Sharp green eyes pinned Sam in a heartbeat and despite the heat in them, those eyes still managed to cause a reaction in Sam that he’d had since he’d been fifteen and realizing his feelings for his brother weren’t as platonic as they should have been.
“Wet leaves will cause her to stain and then rust, so yes, Sammy, leaves will hurt her.” Dean responded, giving another swipe with the rake while turning to fully look at Sam leaning in the doorway in only his jeans and boots and letting his eyes move up slowly to take in the bare chest and broad shoulders and briefly debating if raking leaves was vitally important over what his brain was suddenly thinking about.
“So… you want to go buy a chainsaw or a flamethrower to get rid of the leaves or the trees?” Sam asked with a slow smile, stepping out fully to cross the yard after seeing another rake leaning against one of the trees. “I’m also guessing since you pulled out a second rake that you’re expecting me to help you rake these up?”
“One of my plans for you today, yeah.” Dean replied with a small, teasing smirk, resting his chin on his hands on the top of the rake to continue to let his eyes move over his brother’s body. “Help me rake these up and then while I make burgers later you can use that huge brain to figure out how to keep the leaves on the damn trees or at least off our car.”
Sam laughed, reaching for the rake his brother was holding while briefly debating going back in for his shirt before remembering he did have a t-shirt in the car from one time it had gotten tossed in the back seat and he had just left it there. “Leaves fall in autumn, Dean. Even in Heaven, that’s gonna happen,” he chose to point out, smiling at the eye roll that comment earned him. “If you don’t want them to get on the Impala, I think you only have one option and it does not involve buying a chainsaw or a flamethrower or digging out the grenade launcher,” he went on, pausing to meet Dean’s eyes and not missing the flash of heat he saw aimed at him before his brother passed over the rake to him.
“You just ruined my three best options so what else is there, Sammy?” Dean asked, letting his fingers brush Sam’s as the rake passed between them and still loving to see the glint of gold on Sam’s left hand.
“Build a garage.” Sam’s smile was full when he spoke and laughed at Dean’s exasperated groan. “You know it snows here too, right? Didn’t it do any of this stuff while you were waiting for me?” he asked before thinking about it, inwardly cursing when he replayed his words since the time they were apart after that fateful day in a barn was still one that the brothers tended to steer away from. “Dean, I’m…”
“Truthfully, I never paid any attention to weather patterns and just drove while I waited for you to come home to me, little brother.” Dean replied after a moment’s pause, fingers moving up to slip around the back of Sam’s neck to curve gently while stepping closer to Sam and could see the concern in his eyes that he’d crossed a line. “Relax, Sam. I’m good. You’re good. The memories are always with me but they don’t hurt as much now that I have you riding shotgun again and…” he paused to smile while using the fingers of his free hand to lightly brush along Sam’s jaw before following with his lips, hearing the soft sound Sam always made when he did that, “… and because I can hold you at night and wake up to you every day.”
Sam had to fight hard not to drop the rake and pull his brother back inside the cabin as his body instantly started to heat not only at the not-so casual touches but also the deeper, gravelly voice Dean got when it was just them like this.
“Leaves first, baby boy. Then mindless sex.” Dean promised with a laugh as if knowing what his brother was thinking, stepping back to go retrieve the other rake while keeping an eye on Sam to see that he’d pulled on the shirt from the back of the Impala. “That’s coming back off soon,” he muttered to himself.
Yard work had never been something Sam had done while he and Dean had hunted except for the occasional time at Bobby’s or the time they’d dropped in to visit Jody Mills, and the Sheriff of Sioux Falls had roped them into helping her clean her yard.
After he’d left hunting, Sam had raked his share of leaves but it hadn’t been something he really found relaxing or even enjoyable until the second he heard familiar classic rock begin to play from Dean’s phone and he realized yet again how everything just seemed to feel right so long as it was just the two of them.
Losing himself in the mindless task of raking leaves away from the Impala, over towards the other side of the house where he could bag them up for disposal, Sam didn’t realize he’d lost track of how much time he’d been raking until he felt a hand close over his at the same time as warm lips touched the back of his neck.
“Dean?” Sam looked up to see there were several piles of leaves but the rest of the yard, including the area near the Impala, were now leaf-free. “I’ll go grab a few bags to put the leaves in before the wind decides to undo all the work we’ve done,” he said while starting to let the rake drop and turn towards the cabin only to go still when Dean’s fingers caught his elbow, turning him back to face him, and almost instantly Sam felt something inside him start to stir at the deeper green staring back at him.
“You know, while I was raking it dawned on me that there was something I neglected to teach you or do with you while you were growing up.” Dean began slowly, keeping his one hand on Sam’s arm while his other had moved up to cup the side of his brother’s face, letting the pad of his thumb brush lightly over Sam’s cheek before following it with his lips.
“Oh? What’s that?” Sam asked once he got his voice to work since he swore every time his brother touched him with those slow, almost deliberate touches and then followed them with a kiss that Sam’s blood turned to lava and the rest of him began to melt, including his brain.
Dean’s lips curved up into that slow sexy smile that had been reserved only for Sam since the first time he’d given into his brother’s big dark eyes after the fire at Stanford and they’d picked up hunting together again. “Playing in the leaves,” he said, dropping his tone to the whiskey-coated, sex-is-sin tone that also was used only with Sam.
“Playing in the…” Sam had a brief second of clear thought about the mess he thought his brother was planning to make and all the time they’d wasted raking the damn leaves to begin with when the rest of his ability to think went straight to hell the moment Dean’s mouth locked on his in a heat-searing kiss that served to both shut him up and shut down any ability to use reasonable thought.
Sex in the leaves hadn’t been what Dean had originally been planning when he woke up that morning, but once he began to watch the way the slightly too tight t-shirt showed off Sam’s muscles in his back and shoulders and watched Sam bite his bottom lip as he focused on raking every leaf in the lawn, the plan suddenly began to show more and more promise.
True, the older Winchester still planned to find a way to keep the annoying brightly colored leaves away from his car, but right that second he had a better plan for a couple piles of them. That plan also included peeling Sam out of the t-shirt as soon as he was finished kissing him senseless.
Dean had seen Sam’s eyes narrow when it hit him what he might be planning and figured he’d be listening to his brother bitch about wasting time raking the leaves only to spread them out again but decided it would be worth it just to cross another item off his bucket list of ‘places to have sex with Sam’ that his little brother didn’t know he still had.
“Bitch later. Kiss me now, baby boy,” he murmured into the next kiss, feeling Sam’s body relax fully into his arms at the use of the one and only nickname only Dean used for him and only when they were intimate, or emotions were high.
Sam’s brain had basically almost been mush just from a few deep kisses and the feel of calloused fingertips sliding up under his t-shirt when the one nickname he allowed Dean to use registered and he felt himself giving into both the kiss and Dean’s hands fully.
“You damn well better hope this isn’t the day Mom and Dad choose to drop in and you’re raking these damn leaves up again by yourself!” Sam muttered between kisses that alternated between slow and deep and hot and fast.
“Hmm, nope. Bobby said that Mom decided they’d call before dropping in once it clicked with Dad that we might be doing a bit more than brotherly bonding after I guess he walked into the bar one day while Rufus was giving Ellen a rather descriptive tale of some of Bobby’s best bitching about the noise you used to make during sex.” Dean smiled into the next kiss, fingers of one hand curling around the back of Sam’s neck before sliding up and catching a handful of thick dark hair that he still vowed to cut one day, and pulling his brother’s head back to expose the long line of his neck, giving him access to begin to kiss his way down Sam’s neck until he got to the hollow of his throat where he knew from past experience his brother had always been sensitive.
Sam debated if he wanted to reply to that or worry about it later when the decision was taken out of his hands after he quickly felt himself being lowered into a giant pile of leaves with Dean following him down to lay beside him.
“There better not be bugs in these leaves, Dean!” Sam did manage to get out before giving into the fingers working to get his shirt off and let Dean peel it up and over his head.
“No bugs in Heaven, little brother.” Dean returned with a smile, tossing Sam’s shirt off to the side before pulling his own off and reaching for the zipper to his brother’s still unbuttoned jeans to begin to slowly pull it down.
“Oh, no bugs, but Heaven has annoying falling foliage!” Sam muttered, arching with a gasp when fingers trailed along his side to find that one spot that he knew Dean knew he was ticklish. “Dean!”
Loving the way he could still make Sam move, Dean’s lips curved up slowly before stretching out beside his brother to go back to kissing him with an ever-changing array of kisses. “Heaven’s weird, what can I say,” he replied with a shrug, running his hand down over Sam’s chest before leaning closer to close his lips over the closest little nub and began to roll it with his tongue. “Falling leaves in autumn but no bugs. Maybe we’ll be lucky and it only snows on Christmas too… or long boring winter nights where I can make love with you in front of a fireplace while snow falls outside.”
“God, is leaf raking making you corny or…” Sam was trying to focus on Dean’s words while also on what his brother was doing with both his hands and his mouth when suddenly something clicked and Sam’s eyes that had drifted closed snapped back open to see deep, glistening green eyes watching him as if his brother had almost been expecting this. “I… I always wanted snow on Christmas or on nights where we weren’t hunting and could be alone in the bunker.”
“Hmm, I do recall you mentioning that a few dozen times over the years.” Dean nodded, keeping their gazes locked while allowing his one hand to move down to slip inside Sam’s jeans. “I also seem to remember one time you were hurt on a hunt in the middle of some damn forest in the fall. You were in shock and talking your ass off about one time talking me into camping so we could make love in the leaves.”
Sam had to fight to recall that one but after a couple of minutes he did seem to remember one time after Dean’s return from Hell they’d been hunting some creature in the woods of North Carolina and he’d taken a hard strike from the thing’s claws that had left him bleeding and poisoned so he guessed he might have been talking a little too much since Sam did know that making love in the open, in a pile of leaves had been something he’d once considered but had never…
“Heaven…” he paused to try to regain his thoughts that scattered at the feel of Dean’s long fingers inside his jeans, stroking him but noticing that his brother still hadn’t looked away from his eyes.
“Heaven gives what you need or want, little brother.” Dean murmured, voice dropping into the tone that meant emotions were high but he would allow it since this was for Sam. “We both need to hunt so there are monsters to hunt. You wanted to make love in the leaves during fall so…” he paused to nod his head at the array of different colored leaves now cushioning them and also scattered on the lawn. “It gave me leaves to lay you down on and make love with you. I will always give you what you want or need, Sam.”
The last words were added with just enough drop to Dean’s husky voice that Sam felt his own throat tighten with emotions he hadn’t let himself feel since his first night in Heaven with Dean in a roadside motel.
Nodding his head because words just didn’t seem enough to Sam right then, he leaned up on one elbow so he could reach for and meet his brother’s mouth for a kiss that this time held no heat, just deep love that Sam understood might never be fully spoken but would always be shown in other ways.
“Now, if I promise you the no chick flick rule can take a hiatus will you let me get back to what I was doing before that too big brain of yours slowed me down?” Dean asked with a teasing smile, touch not changing as he finished disposing of Sam’s jeans, boots and boxer briefs while he left his own jeans on but unzipped for the moment.
“Yeah, but you’re getting rid of these leaves by yourself.” Sam shot back, meeting Dean’s smile before losing himself in the next kiss that soon began to heat and Sam could feel the first touch of a fingertip trailing down his ass, understanding what his brother was doing. “I’m… shit, I can’t think when you kiss me like that… I’m probably still loose from the last time we made love last night or this morning,” he said in between teasing kisses and warm touches.
Dean had considered that but wanted to check to be sure since there had never been a time when he’d made love with Sam that he hadn’t opened him or made sure he was loose enough to take him without pain.
This time, he could tell already that Sam’s patience was wearing thin like it did when emotions ran high and Sam’s brain was already overheated from too many kisses and teasing touches. A careful check told Dean that his younger brother was still loose or loose enough that it wouldn’t take him long to finish prepping him so long as he could keep the kid distracted.
That involved Dean’s fingers catching a handful of Sam’s hair to give a measured tug back that both allowed him access to Sam’s neck to begin kissing it in a way that this time would leave marks and also warned his brother to calm down.
“Not fair that you still have jeans on, Dean!” Sam hated when his brother waited to remove the annoying denim but this time when he felt himself tugged over more on his side into Dean’s arms and he felt the roughness slid between his legs he suddenly decided he might overlook that in favor of the rare moment of his brother allowing him to ease some of his building frustrations by rubbing his leaking cock on his knee. “Fuck!”
“You still have the best vocabulary for someone in Heaven, Sammy,” Dean laughed while trying to focus on using two fingers to finish stretching Sam’s hole to take him easily while also kissing his brother, letting their tongues meet and play while exploring Sam’s mouth at the same time as he shifted his leg away from Sam’s red and angry-looking cock, having to move quickly to catch Sam’s hands when he went to grab for him as if to bring his leg back. “No. You’re not rubbing off, Sammy. I’ll give you what you need.”
Sam briefly debated saying what he almost did about Dean moving his ass before he died a second time, but this time of blue balls. He had to bite the words back since he was well aware that if he pushed too much that his brother could slow things down more than he already seemed to be doing.
Easily rolling to his feet, Dean quickly shed the rest of his clothes and almost immediately felt Sam’s gaze watching him from under too-long bangs. “Still like what you see, baby boy?” he asked in the tone that he knew had the perfect effect on his brother as he saw Sam’s cock start to drip more steadily.
“Always, Dean,” Sam knew he’d never grow tired of watching his brother strip like that, much less ever not like seeing the leanly muscled body that he knew how lucky he was to be the one to get to feel Dean’s body… whenever his brother decided to stop teasing and actually do something.
“Bossy, Sammy,” Dean chuckled, loving that even now Sam still didn’t remember that when he was sexed out and frustrated, he talked out loud even if the expressions on his face weren’t easily read by the one man that knew Sam Winchester better than nearly anyone. “I could jerk you off and then spend the rest of the time out here getting you hard again only with my voice if you…”
“I will hide every cassette tape in that car if you even think of doing that, Dean.” Sam shot back, pushing his hair back out of his face so he could watch his brother fully as Dean knelt back down, leaning up so their lips could meet again. This time moaning at the soft touch instead of the heat he’d been expecting.
“Love you, Sammy,” Dean murmured against Sam’s lips, tracing them with the tip of his tongue before feeling Sam’s part so it could enter and explore while gently nudging his brother to his back. “Wanna watch your face this time when we make love,” he explained in between kisses and playful bites to Sam’s throat. “Okay?”
Sam nodded, starting to reach for one of his ankles only to go still at the simple feel of a hand in the center of his chest.
“I have this. I have you.” Dean assured him before lifting one of Sam’s long legs, but before he put it over his shoulder he slowly kissed his way up from ankle to thigh, being careful to do this with both legs while making certain to watch his brother’s face as he did so. He was not disappointed to see Sam’s eyes slowly becoming more and more dark until soon there was only a thin ring of hazel left. “This probably won’t take as long as I originally planned," he warned.
"We have the rest of eternity, Dean. Just make love with me now!" Sam's voice was low, shaky as he struggled for control not to come the first second he felt Dean's cock slid easily past that first ring of muscle. “Right now, just get in me!”
The bossy, slightly bitchy tone made Dean smile since it reminded him of when they’d been younger, and he’d pushed Sam past his breaking point but still his brother fought not to climax until Dean made that final deep thrust of his hips that took him fully inside of Sam and his cock hit Sam’s prostate.
Sam was fighting an internal battle not to climax this soon. He’d watched the focus on Dean’s face with every roll of his hips, he met each deep kiss fully as Dean stretched up so their lips could meet as he made that final thrust that brought them flush, and Sam felt every nerve inside his body light up when Dean’s cock hit that spot inside him.
“Dean… I… I have to… fuck!” he had started to tell his brother that he had to come soon since he was losing the battle with his well past ready, angry and leaking steady cock when he thought he saw a flash of Dean’s cocky smirk a second before his mouth was caught in a deep, hungry, demanding kiss at the same time as his brother gave another solid roll of his hips and all Sam saw after that were stars.
He felt Dean’s cock hit his prostate at the same time as his brother’s hand reached for his cock, and their kiss heated at the same time as Dean gently bit Sam’s bottom lip. With a muffled cry of Dean’s name, Sam felt his body jerk and then felt hot strips of white come hitting his stomach as he came hard.
“There’s my boy,” Dean hadn’t taken his eyes off of Sam’s face the entire time because he liked watching the way his younger brother’s face changed and softened during his climax. He liked to see so much of Sam that was still on guard, still harboring too many dark memories, ease away until his brother was relaxed, at peace and without the shadows he could still see when Sam didn’t realize he could.
Dean kept one hand on the side of Sam’s face so he could still card his fingers back through long sweat-soaked hair in between still kissing his brother as he used his free hand to cover Sam’s shaking one to help his brother milk his orgasm for another few moments, until the next sound Dean heard warned him that the touch now was more pain than pleasure. He took Sam’s hand away from his cock but kept it meshed with his as he gave another few thrusts of his hips until he felt his own climax nearing.
“Love you, Sammy,” he said in a deep voice, thick with emotion as well as strain from maintaining control until Sam had climaxed and he knew from experience that his little brother was close to passing out for the few minutes it took his brain to reconnect from the strength of his orgasm.
Sam wasn’t sure it was a good thing that Dean’s voice sounded like it was in a wind tunnel but supposed that was just from sheer exhaustion of the earlier raking of leaves and now the force of his climax with Dean. He managed to get his eyes open enough to see his brother’s rugged face, saw the mild worry there and offered his best, if weak, grin while also giving Dean’s hand that he could tell his fingers were still meshed with a squeeze as if to reassure his brother that he was okay.
“Love you too, De’n,” Sam murmured, unaware that he’d dropped a letter in his brother’s name as he met one more kiss, this one soft and loving, at the same time as he felt Dean’s body jerk and warmth fill him and knew Dean’s own climax had hit and soon they’d both be dozing in the pile of leaves on their lawn. “Stay til we wake up?” he asked sleepily.
It took Dean a few minutes to understand what his brother was saying. Then he felt his lips curve up into the soft, loving smile that he only gave to Sam and that was usually when his brother had fallen to sleep. “Yeah, we can stay out here until you wake back up, Sam,” he chuckled at the low mutter of discontent he heard from a half asleep Sam when he carefully eased out so he could stretch out beside him. “But you better wake your ass up before it gets dark.” Dean went on with a mutter, glad he’d left his jacket and shirt close so he could at least use those to cover them until Sam woke up and he could get his very clingy brother back into the cabin, to the bedroom or at least the living room sofa.
“This is why I swore off sex anywhere but places with soft surfaces,” he muttered to himself, managing to pull his jeans on and get Sam’s jeans back on him before long arms were reaching out to try to latch on, as if sensing that he was no longer as close as Sam preferred him to be.
Dean laid still, using his jacket as a pillow while allowing Sam to curl up more against him, which allowed his brother to use his chest as a pillow like the younger Winchester had always been prone to do since childhood.
Carding his fingers back through Sam’s hair, he felt more than heard the contented sigh as warm breath blew over his chest as Sam’s body fell to sleep to recharge, and Dean knew he’d allow his brother this time since any time that he could lay and watch Sam sleep in peace reminded Dean how much he’d missed his brother in the time they’d been apart.
Mentally crossing this sex location off the list, Dean decided to have a better plan for when winter rolled around since he really did plan to give Sam snow on Christmas, but he also planned to get them snowed in for a good week to test out just how sturdy some of the surfaces in their new home really were.
Closing his eyes, he knew it was safe to sleep without worrying about anyone or anything being a threat to Sam so Dean began to feel himself drift to sleep with thoughts of just what else Heaven might have in store for them.
The End