TITLE: I'll Just Watch
SUMMARY: Sometimes it's just hot to watch.
WARNING: Dean/Sam wincest/slash, Dean/Sam/Dawn established relationship
NOTES: Set during Season Three but before "No Rest for the Wicked".
DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of the characters in Buffy the Vampire Slayer and/or Angel the Series, they belong to Fox, the WB/UPN, Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, etc. The characters of Supernatural belong to Eric Kripke, the CW, etc. The ideas and concepts in this story are mine entirely. Please do not copy or take this story without my permission. Based on kaylashay's prompt number three:
Sam/Dawn/Dean; Dawn likes to watch...
This is a belated *hangs head* birthday ficlet for the wonderful, fantastic, superb, I could go on but I won't, Kayla!!
I hope you enjoy!! I will warn you it is only a ficlet, more of a tease, but I promise to expand on it when my porny muse returns. Promise!
It wasn’t the first time she’d seem them together and she prayed it wouldn’t be the last. The sight of Sam pressing Dean up against the wall with a look alone was beyond hot. She knew the weight of that gaze. Knew what it did to her when he looked at her like that. She knew it made Dean just as crazy, just as hot.
“You gonna join us?” Sam asked and Dean’s eyes flicked over Sam’s shoulder. He was startled, had forgotten about anyone else but Sam in front of him. She should feel jealous, angry perhaps, but she understood the two of them and their relationship. She had her own place in it.
“Not at the moment,” she answered and fully made her way out of the bathroom. “I think I’ll just have a seat for now,” she added with a wink and bit of a leer for Dean. A faint blush colored his cheeks but then Sam reclaimed his attention as he moved in closer.
She watched them kiss, Sam angling their bodies so Dawn could watch. The wet slip slide of their tongues against each other through their open mouths. A soft moan escaped Dean as Sam pressed himself against him, pinning him completely against the wall.
“Taste so good Dean. Wanna taste you forever,” Sam whispered as he pulled away. His tongue flicked out, sliding along Dean’s red swollen lips. He didn’t give Dean a chance to talk, just licked his way back into Dean’s mouth, his hands coming to rest on Dean’s hips.
Dawn shifted in the chair, her heart rate picking up as she watched them. The chair creaked a little as her weight shifted and Dean’s eyes drifted over to her.
“Dawnie,” he gasped out as Sam moved down to nip along his neck.
“Yeah Dean?” she asked.
Dean’s eyes slipped shut as Sam ground his hips forward. Dawn’s insides quivered, knowing what it felt like to have Sam’s erection pressed against her, knowing it would feel so much better inside her.
“Come on Dawnie. Knowing you want to join in.”
“I do. You know I do. But I’m gonna watch Sam make love to you. Watch him lick you open, watch him slide inside you, watch you come without a hand on your dick. Right Sam?”
“That is a damn fine plan, Dawn,” Sam agreed as he continued to thrust against Dean.