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Hang On
By : annehunter
Category: Supernatural > Slash - Male/Male
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Chapter List
- 1-Hang On
- 2-Heartbeat
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Title: Hang On
Author: Anne Midnight Hunter
Beta: None!
Rate: NC-17/M
Pairs/Characters: Dean/Adam, Sam, Bobby, Castiel, Gabriel, Impala, OC
Type: Slash/Angst/TWT/Incest/Mild Gore
Anne: Hi! I decide to continue this verse. Paul, the muse stuck inside my brain, was demanding that I continue this. And also, I'm trying to forget the horrible final of the season…Some of you are with me, others not. Anyway, here it is! Please r&r! It makes me happy!
Chapter 2: Heartbeat
OOooOO
"Now, Brandy, you just need to put some of the cream in your arm if it itches and in a few days is gonna be like new, the doctor said. No more rash!" Said Adam, smiling at the four-year old girl. "So, don't scratch it, okay?" The girl nodded and gave him a bright smile, one of her front tooth missing.
"Thank you, Mr. Nurse!" She hopped from the chair and slipped her small, dark hand in her father's big one. Her dad, a man about Sam's age, gave him a smile and stretches his hand.
"Thanks, kid. You sure you ain't the doc 'round here? Becca says you do more than Dr. Manson." At that, Adam smiled and shook the man's hand with a firm grip.
"Nope. I'm just a nurse that knows a bit too much. Was goin' to medical school in the fall. But, that ain't happenin' anytime soon." The blond replay, escorting his patient and the dad out of the examining room to the ER. The man whistles and claps a strong hand on Adam's shoulder.
"Not to be nosy, but. Why not goin'? I betcha you be good." Adam smiled and shook his head, his eyes sad for a moment.
"Family issues. Gotta take care of my brothers and help my uncle a bit." The boy answered and gave Brandy a red lollipop from the bunch he had inside his scrub's pocket. "Make sure to brush your teeth after you eat this." He laughed when the girl gave him a mock salute and hugged him. He wave them good-bye and called the next patient. A 65-year-old lady stood up and walked towards Adam, a limp making it a bit difficult for her to walk. Adam frowned and took the lady's arm, wrapped it in his hand and supported her towards the examination room. The old woman gave him a grateful smile and Adam blushed, happy to help.
It had been a month since the hunt.
The hunt in which Dean almost die.
The hunt that made him realize that the older man wasn't as invincible as he thought.
The hunt that brought them together.
That same night, Dean confessed his not so brotherly feelings for the younger blond.
No.
As he had said before, Dean was not his brother. Brothers were the ones that spend their childhood together, making each other miserable and pranking their asses all the time. Not meeting them when he was in college and almost drooling at the sight his brothers made. So, Dean, like Sam, was a guy that had the same sperm donor as he.
Yeah, that totally made sense in his mind.
After that night, they begin a slow, hesitating relationship. Only sharing soft kisses in the cheek, holding hands under the table and cuddling in the couch. The passion, the frenetic kisses and touches shared that night that they confessed was not repeated, but not forgotten. Dean was content with the light touches and soft smiles; it was all too imperfect that Adam found it perfect.
Sam approve and teased them a bit with kissy faces and 'awws' every time they smiled at each other and the brunet was in the room. Bobby approve, he gave them a gruff grunt and a 'not in the couch' lecture.
Gabriel was enjoying himself, leaving bottles of strawberry, grape, and blueberry lube everywhere. Setting cheesy, porn music in every room the two walking in. Even going as far as to set a "romantic", sexy scene in their bedroom. Candles, champagne, strawberries, chocolate, and a professional cam recorded, so he could film them 'doin' the deed', as he so eloquent had said. Adam had been so embarrassed; that he hid himself in Sam's room and slept there. Dean had been in a foul mood the next day.
Sam had banned the Archangel from his room for that stunt, for a full week.
Gabriel just settles himself with leaving condoms and tiny bottles of lube in the Impala.
Castiel just gave them one of his rare smiles and kept silent.
Everything was going great, until a job landed on their laps. Sam and Dean headed out to a small town in Montana. An easy salt and burn. But, Adam refused to, not want to be a distraction for the older men. Dean protested, wanting the younger man with him, but Sam understood. Adam wasn't ready to go in another hunt. Not after what had happened with Dean.
So, he decide to train with Bobby more, help him with the research, and got a job at the small hospital in Sioux Falls as a nurse. He was a qualified nurse, before going to college and study medicine. With this job, he could bring more money to Bobby's house, and he could take his mind off from monsters and the 'what if's'.
After his shift ended, at 3:56 AM, he walked toward the beat up '84 Oldsmobile Cutlass Supreme that Bobby gave him so he could move around the town. Adam unlock the car and got in, he turn on the engine and smiled at the low purr the car gave. It was beat up, sure. But Bobby was an excellent mechanic. The radio came to life when he connected his iPod and 30 Seconds to Mars's 'Night of the Hunter' came out of the booming boxes.
He sang out aloud and tapped his finger tips on the steer wheel. He arrived at the Singer Salvage Yard and a smiled spread on his face. He parks the Cutlass and ran inside the house.
The Impala was there, the full moon reflected on her shiny hood.
"Dean! Sam!" He called as he slam the door open, the tall brunet was in the kitchen with a cup of coffee in his hand. His beautiful hazel eyes lit up when they saw the younger male.
"Adam, in here." Sam informs him and gave an 'uff' when his 6'0, 189 pounds of baby brother threw himself to him. Bobby took the cup from Sam and he hugged the boy to his taller frame. "It's okay, Adam. We're here." He whispered and smiled when he felt the firm body in his arms relaxed; he drew back and kissed the boy's forehead. Adam's blue eyes search him over, looking for injures and gave a sigh of relief as he didn't found any.
"Dean!" He exclaimed, letting go of Sam and looking around the kitchen for his lover, his gaze landed on the older man and he gave him a smirk. It's been two weeks since he has seen him. The gorgeous green eyes that were full with mischief, the luscious, pink lips that begged to be nip, suck, and kissed. The marred, tanned, freckled skin that covered the muscles and that Adam loved to just run his hands all over. And the big, calloused hands that were so strong and gentle with him.
Dean was sitting in one of the kitchen chairs, a cup of hot coffee in front of him on the table, he was only clad in a black shirt and his pants. The older man gave him a smirk, pushing his chair back, "So, Sammy gets a big hug and I don't? You wound me, Addy." He said and laughed when Adam rushed towards him and straddle his lap. Dean grasping the scrub-covered hips and rocked a bit against his boy.
Adam just slanted his lips against Dean's, moaning at the taste of coffee, sugar, and pure Dean. He traced the full lips, asking for entrance. Groaning when Dean parted his lips, battling with his tongue Adam's. The lighter blond broke the kiss, rocking their hips together. He pressed his forehead against Dean's. Bobby and Sam just shook their heads and left the room, so the two blonds could have some alone time.
"Two weeks, De. Two fuckin' weeks. Without knowin' if you two were okay. Without hearing your voice," He pinched a nipple through the black material of the shirt, almost purring at the dark groan the man let and his tightening grip on his hips, "without feelin' you against me." He moaned when Dean begins kissing and nipping his neck, lust burning in the pits of their stomachs.
"Fuck, baby boy. I want you so fuckin' much. Let me have you." Dean pleaded as he almost ripped the scrubs from Adam's body. The blond letting him, also taking off the shirt blocking his access to the delicious tanned chest. Dean let the boy explore him with those long fingers, shuddering every time they pressed or caress a sensitive part of his chest.
They had waited too long for this. He lifted the boy in his arms, grunting at the heavy weight of the boy; Adam was tall and getting buff with all the training Bobby was subjecting him to. With a sweep of his arm, Dean threw everything to the floor, not caring where it landed or the splash of liquid hitting the floor. He put his naked lover on the flat surface and just looked at him.
Adam was spread in front of his, his creamy thighs open to accommodate him between them. His slender, long cock was of a delicious pink and dripping pre-cum from his circumcise head, rolling down the shaft. His hands were pinching and pulling at the two pink nipples there, one hand tracing his flat stomach and playing with the dark blond curls around the base of his cock.
Dean let his eyes trail to the new marks on the blond's neck, smirking possessive at Adam, making him blush even more. The bruise-kissed lips were cheery-red and parted, letting small pants float out of them. His blue-eyes were dark with desire and his hair mussed up. Dean pressed his jean-covered erection against Adam's naked one, thrusting his hips fast and hard, loving the way the kid would arch and scream his pleasure.
"Pl-please! De! Fuckin' tease! Ah, ah, ah." The older hunter made him wrap his long legs around his hips, both his hands on either side of Adam's head, thrusting slowly and kissing him.
"Whatchu want, kid. Wanna me to lick you open, gettin' you wet and ready for me? Or you want me to just spread you open with my fingers? Gotta tell me, Addy." Dean growled in his ear with a harsh breath, as he bit down on his collar bone, making the boy cry out and buckles. He let Adam grasp his own cock, pumping it slowly.
"Fuck me open! Forget the fingers or tongue! I want your cock, now! God, De. Please!" The boy screamed at him, not caring that there was Sam or Bobby in the house with them. Dean clumsily took off his belt and unbuttons his jeans, pushing them down with his underwear around his thighs. He spit on his cock and suck on two fingers. He knew that Adam was going to feel it the next day, and he could baby him all day. Make up for the lustful first time together.
Dean parted the pale, fleshy globes and groaned at the sight of the pink hole winking at him. He massage it with the pad of his dry thumb, enjoying the mewls and breathy moans the body under him let loose. He inserted one, groaning at the heat and push it completely in.
"Oh God. So hot, gonna prep you fast. Gotta be inside, now."
"Fina-God! There! Right there! Finally! I'm ready!" Dean smirked and took his fingers out. He spit again, coated his cock and in one thrust, he was inside Adam. Adam clamp a hand on his mouth to keep from screaming and screw his eyes shut. The pain was excruciating, but it was what he wanted. He grabbed a handful of the short, dirty blond hair and pulled Dean to a hot kiss; gyrating his hips slowly. "C'mon, De. Fuck me." He whispered and moaned when the older man slammed into him with force.
Their moans and groans resonated on the kitchen; both knew they won't last long. Too much pent-up passion and lust for that. Dean took Adam's leaking cock in his hand, jerking him fast and hard, twisting his hand up every time he reached the head. Adam just meets his hips and clings to the man inside him.
A few more strokes and thrusts, Adam tensed up, crying out his release and shuddering when Dean came inside him. Warm cum coating his walls and he squeezed the softening member inside his hole, making Dean groan. Dean panted and rests his forehead on Adam's shoulder, licking the salty skin.
"Love you, De."
"Love you too, Addy."
OOooOO
Adam woke up the next afternoon to the smell of coffee, eggs, and beacon. He stretches on the bed and chuckle when a strong arm grabbed his waist, dragging him to a toned, naked chest.
"Don't get up. Stay." The gruff of Dean's sleepy, deep voice made him shiver. Adam relaxed against the chest, playing with the tick fingers resting on his stomach. He wanted to ask the older man something that he knew deep inside, that the hunter would refuse.
"De?"
"Mmm?"
"Please, stop hunting." He let the words be a whisper. He turns in the embrace and gazed at the still sleepy green eyes of the older man.
"You know I can't do that, Addy. So, don't ask again." Dean commanded softly, letting go of the warm body and sitting up. Adam sat too and frowned when Dean refuse to look at him.
"Why not? You guys already stop the Apocalypse. There's nothin' else threatin' the balance of the universe. So, why not?"
"Cuz I can't, Adam. Now drop it." Said Dean, standing up and glaring at him.
"No! C'mon, Dean. We could start fresh! The three of us! You, me, and Sammy. And Cas and Gabe can visit us! You can open a garage, Sam can work on a library or go back to school, and I could go and take a paramedic course too! So-"
"Stop! Stop, Adam. I can't stop hunting! It's my job!"
"Who says?" Shouted Adam, both blonds inches away from each other. "Who fuckin' says? John? John is dead, Dean. I long time ago. You don't own anything to him!" The younger tried to reason with him, but mentioning John was a mistake. Dean's brilliant green eyes darkened, his face twisted in an angry scowl and a growl came out of him. In an instant, he had Adam slam against the wall of the room, breathing hard and furious.
"Don't talk about Dad! You don't know shit about him! You don't know anythin'! You hear me? Anything!" He pressed more to the boy, ignoring that he was also naked. Then, Adam's eyes misted with sorrow and hurt. He pushed Dean away and took a pair of jeans from his side of the closet.
"Yeah, Dean. I don't know shit about my old man. I don't even have his fuckin' last name!" He let a humorless laugh and put the jeans on, yanking a shirt and putting it on. "He only took me to a few games, and drank a beer with me. Yeah, I missed a lot." He put on his Convers and went to the door; he threw one last look to a shook Dean. "The only thing I regret is all the bullshit he fed me. You're right, big brother. He was a ten." He left, storming down the stairs, he grab his car keys and ignored Sam's concerned 'what happened' and he took off.
The radio at max, spilling 36 Crazyfits's 'Turn to Ashes'. The heavy metal music just fueling his anger and hurt towards his brother. Yes. Dean Winchester was his fucking older brother. They had the same father; happy? Tears rolled down his cheeks and he wiped them away with his arm. He had never cried this much, not since he was with his brothers.
He arrives to the hospital, put his phone in silence mode and got out of the car. He walked inside of the ER and looked around. It was a bit crowded today. He walked to the nurse station and gave Becca a watery smile. The older woman, she was in her forties, gasped and walked toward him, noticing his red eyes and the tear-stained face.
"Adam? Sweetie is your day off! What are you doing here?" She asked him and hugged the tall boy to her small frame. Adam shook his head and let the older woman wiped his tears with her small, pale hands.
"I just need to work a bit more. I just need it. Please Becca." He gave her puppy eyes and the red-haired woman just melted with those baby blues.
"My, you know how to play me, Adam. You're just like my Justin." She gave a sigh and a small smile. "Alright, get a pair of scrubs and you can help Amber in the Pediatric Ward, okay? I just call Mark, so he can have the day off." She said, Adam hugged her and let her go.
"Thanks, Becca! I'm gonna get ready." He dash away to look for a clean scrub he could use.
The night came fast as Adam help and played with the kids in the Pediatric Ward and then made his way to the ER, wanting to see if he could help there too. He was exhausted, and he had ignored every single call and text Dean had left. The only text he read was one of Sam's telling him to come back when he had calm down a bit.
He arrives to the ER and saw it was deserted. Not patients or nurses around. He looked for Becca or Amber or any other of the staff and found no one. The doors of the ER room opened and a man came in. Adam felt his breath escape him and a cold shiver ran on his spine. This man…
The man was gorgeous, tall as Sam, with black, long hair, tanned skin, a pair of grey, piercing eyes, and a muscular body covered by black jeans and a black shirt. His combat boots echoed in the silent room. His eyes lock with Adam and a flare of panic begin eating the boy.
"Nurse Milligan?" The man asked in a growl-y voice, advancing towards the young man. Adam stomp the urge to run away and gulped.
"Yeah? Who wants to know?" He couldn't believe how steady was his voice while his heart wanted to leap out of his chest and ran far away from the gorgeous, deadly man. The man smiled and in a flash, he had Adam trap between his hard, warm body and the cold surface of the nurse desk. The man's eyes turn a golden yellow and he gave the blond a toothy grin. His fangs gleaming in the light of the hospital.
"I still remember that heartbeat." He said and backhanded Adam, making the boy crash to the floor, hitting his head hard. The last thing he saw was the stranger golden eyes.
"De…"
TBC
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Hang On	By : annehunter Category: Supernatural > Slash - Male/Male Views: 2525 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural or make money out of this.

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