Gemini (Supernatural Rewrite Sam x Reader x Dean)

Asylum

A/N: this is pure mind-rotted filth. Enjoy.

"Shhhh, baby blue." Dean whispers in your ear, so low it barely registers in your half asleep mind.

You turn in his hold and rub your nose along the length of his in silent greeting as you wake up, and you immediately open your eyes to see his smoldering gaze on you.

It takes no time for you to realize what... this moment, could be.

You don't protest when his mouth finds yours and his hand pulls your waist against him, hiking one of your legs up over his hip as he deepens the kiss.

"What about—" You say in between ravenous kisses from the eldest Winchester.

"If he wakes up, he can watch... join... I really don't give a fuck. I just need you, baby blue. Please?" His eyebrows draw together as he looks at your face in earnest.

"God, yes. Please." You answer, as if you haven't been dreaming about this moment for months.

Dean wastes no time at that, shifting so he's on top of you as his powerful arms frame your face. You drag the palms of your hands over his naked back... feeling the corded muscles move beneath your touch as you pull his hips down, against your core.

"Fuck." He whispers against your neck, his hands working to tug off the boxers he had lent you to sleep in.

Your feet move, kicking the blankets down and your boxers off, your hands immediately shifting to pull at your shirt, wanting to reveal yourself to him.... finally.

"You. Beautiful. Thing." He mumbles as he trails kisses across your collarbone, a firm hand coming to cup your breast as he presses his hardening length against your inner thigh.

"Dean, please—" You need him. You've always needed him, and you know he's always needed you.

He takes one look at your naked body writhing beneath him and swears under his breath. His cock is so hard it's straining against his boxers and you long to reach a hand down and free it, but all you do instead is trail a fingertip over the clothed tip— wanting to hear him suck in a gasp at your gentle touch.

The two of you paw at each other for a few more sacred moments before you finally allow yourself to grip his length in your soft hand. He stills as soon as you do, both of your heads turning to look at Sam before you continue.

With the other brother asleep, you are free to allow Dean to ravage you. The two of you tired of fighting this urge for so fucking long. His skin feels so warm against yours and his hands are skilled and attentive. It's too much.

You pout at him, and he playfully shushes you as he shrugs off the only barrier left between you. Supporting himself on strong arms, he hovers above you.

"You're sure?" He asks, ever the gentleman.

"Positive." You move your hips up to meet his when you speak, feeling a drop of precum sliding down your thigh at the connection.

He reaches a hand between you, his eyes never leaving yours as he explores your sensitive folds with his fingertips. When he finds you dripping for him, he audibly growls.

"Fuck, baby." He nips at your neck and lines his length up with your core... looking at you one more time for permission.

You nod breathlessly, wrapping your legs around his waist as your hands reach for his face and trace his jaw. "Please, Dean." You beg one last time and before you can finish your plea he pushes through you harshly. He engulfs his entire cock within your warmth in a single thrust, filling you completely and so satisfyingly that you groan.