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Dream Skin	By : annehunter Category: Supernatural > Slash - Male/Male Views: 2057 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 2-Dream Lover
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Title: Dream Skin (2-5)
Author: Anne Midnight Hunter
Fandom: Supernatural
Rated: M/R (for now)
Beta: No….*sob sob*
Pair/Characters: Dean/Sam, Adam, Mary, John, Bobby, Castiel, Chuck, Ava, Jessica, Andy, Tessa, Brady, Ansem, Ellen, Jo, Ash.
Type: Slash/AU/Angst/Humor/Supernatural
Anne: Well, this is the second part of Dream Skin! YAY! It had been a horrid year. Now, I have to fight for my scholarship at the university or I don't get to study next semester ugh! Anyway, I have a request to make. My grammar is a horror show, it's always had been! I have horrible grammar, English or Spanish. And English ain't my first language. So, I need a beta reader that can keep up with my laziness, my horrible grammar, and doesn't mind reading any pairing I come up with. So, if any of you is interested, then PM me! I appreciated it! Now, on with the fic!
Part 2: Dream Lover
OOooOO
His skin felt tight, hot, and tingly. The feeling of something warm, alive against him was overwhelming. He needed something, but it was lost to him. His mind flashed images of hazel eyes, smooth, tanned skin, and a warm, dimple smile.
"Sammy. C'mere."
He could feel the strong body in his arms wriggle a bit as it relaxed in his embrace. Feel the warm skin, damp with sweat; pressed against his sweaty chest. Soft moans escaping the hot mouth, enjoying the sounds coming from the younger man.
"Please, more. Give me more." He could hear how husky and lustful Sammy's tone was.
He loved the control he had on Hazel Eyes.
Lips.
Hot lips trailing fire, and warmth, and desire all over the tight skin of his back.
Muscles tensing and relaxing.
"You're so perfect, Sammy. My Sammy. You're mine. Mmmm." The man murmured possessively as the body in his arms arched his back, panting at the passion the admission had been declared.
Then…The body was gone. He was standing in the middle of the room, while Sammy was still in bed. A fierce look marred the young man's face.
"I'll save you, Green Eyes. I'll find you"
Green eyes flew open and the owner sat up in the bed. A shaky hand scrubbed his face; trying to fully wake up. His hunter instincts on alert after the erotic dream he had. Or semi-erotic dream. The man gazed at his alarm clock; only 4:56 AM. He had a few minutes until he had to get up for work.
He threw himself on the mattress again; making the headboard hit with a loud 'bang' the wall. Willing his heart to slow down and he glared at his throbbing cock. Not really in the mood to jack one off when in a few minutes his little sister would barge into his room without an ounce of shame. And being caught with his hand wrap around his dick, hand slick with pre-cum, moaning 'Sammy', and sucking on his fingers so he could fuck himself with them was NOT the way he wants to start his morning.
Sammy. He dreamt with his Sammy again.
His full lips curl into a smile, closing his eyes. He was used to dream about the younger brunet. He had been dreaming with him since he was four years old. He chuckle at the name the boy gave him, Green Eyes. He had never given his real name, afraid that this was a trick of the monsters that had killed his parents, he told Sam to give him a name when the kid was old enough to ask questions. The boy had smiled at him, his fringe almost covering his brilliant hazel eyes, and exclaimed in a cheerful, five-year-old voice; 'M'a name you Green Eyes!'
The name just stuck.
The man frown, something about this dream nagged at him. Why Sammy would say that he was going to save him? From what? From the demon? Sammy didn't know he was a hunter. He never talks about his second 'job' with him when they spend time in 'Dreamscape'; as Cas and Chuck called it.
He sighed, and almost bolt from the bed when his alarm clock, being his cellphone, begin screaming 'It's Gotta Be You' from Backstreet Boys.
'It's gotta be you, uh, huh, uh, huh
All the way
It's gotta be you, uh, huh, uh, huh
Everyday
I promise you I will be true, yeah
It's only you'
He cursed and shut off the phone, hearing laughter from the door. He turns around to see his little sister holding her sides and laughing her ass off in her grey sweats pants and a black tank top. Her long, blonde hair held back in a messy braid.
"That's what you get for turning all my panties pink!" She said in a breather. The older man scroll down his tunes and glared at the phone when he found that all his classic rock ringtones had been erased and replaced with Backstreet Boys, Brittney Spear, NSYNC, O-Town, Ricky Martin, and, what the hell is a Pitbull?
"Jo! You bitch!" He scrambles after her, the blonde gave a squeal and dash down the stairs, laughing and screaming when he tackle her to the sofa and begin tickling the hell out of her.
"Say Uncle!"
"*gasp* Never! Ghuahahahaha!"
"Say it!"
"You deserve it! Hahahahaha!"
"Children stop. Or mama bear's gonna get pissed." Said a male, sleepy voice. They looked up and saw a young, brunet man with a mullet and light eyes. He had only a pair of white Daffy Duck boxers and a beer in hand. He preferred that more than coffee.
"Ash! Get this idiot off of me!" Demanded Jo in a giggle, and finished laughing when the tickle started again.
"Sorry, toots. But I ain't gonna try and lift a 6'1, 200 plus pound of hunter just to free you. I love my back too much." He said and sat on a stool. "But, seriously Dean. Is too early for this."
Dean let Jo go with a glared that said ' it ain't over yet, kid' and sat with Ash at the table of the kitchen. Jo, with pink cheeks and slightly out of breath, sat beside her brother.
"Oh, you are all awake. Good." Said Ellen Harvelle entering the kitchen, she ruffle both Dean's and Jo's hair, smiling at the complains, and squeezed Ash's shoulder. "Jo, help me make breakfast. We're gonna be busy today." Said the blonde woman, taking everything she needed for making pancakes. Jo stood up and started taking out pans. Dean smiled at them, Ellen and Bill Harvelle adopted him when he was four years old.
Bobby Singer, along with Bill, found him in a house that had been infested by zombies, covered in blood, a knife in hand and the house litter with discomposing corpses around him. He had gazed at the men with vacant, green eyes and whispered, 'Now mommy and daddy are in better place", and the boy just drop to the floor.
That night, Bill and Bobby went to Bill's place, taking the blood-covered Dean with them. Ellen had just looked at the boy, took him in and gave him a bath. She fell in love with Dean Smith in an instant and also did baby Jo. She always was gurgling happily when Dean played with her. So, after a few weeks under the care of the Harvelles, Bobby had made a few very not legal documents (birth certificate, social security number, all the works) and Dean Smith became Dean Harvelle.
He came back to the present when Jo put a plate with steaming hot, Strawberry Pancakes and a can of whip cream. She locks concern dark brown eyes with his.
"Okay there, Dean?" She whispered at him, he glanced at her and smiled.
"Yeah, kid. I'm fine." He winked at her and Jo relaxed, returning the wink and fighting with Ash over the last strawberries.
"So, what do we got?" He asked, looking at Ellen. The blonde woman sat in front of him, sipping her coffee.
"Bobby asked you to assist him on some hunt, right?" Dean nodded and gulps down his food.
"Yeah. After work I'm gonna go with him to Montana. Him, Caleb, and John somethin'." He finished, stood up and begins to climb the stairs. "Gonna grab a shower and then I'm goin' to Uncle Bobby's!" He yelled from the stairs.
"Okay! Jo would make something for you to eat!"
"Why me?"
OOooOO
"So, let me get this straight. You had a 'Sammy-Dream' and you didn't…enjoy it?" Asked the pretty black-haired girl that was sitting in the trunk of a blue '98 Corolla, while sipping from her Coke. Dean glared at her and wiped his hands with an oil-stained handkerchief.
"Is not that he did not enjoy it, Tessa. He said it was weird." Replay the gorgeous dark brunet besides her, and swallow a mouthful of his water. Dean sighed, grabbed a bottle of water and took a swing. He leaned against the Cherokee Jeep he was working on and glared at his friends.
"Maybe they had a fight? Or maybe it didn't end the way Dean wanted it." Said the timid voice of the lighter brunet sitting in a chair and throwing back Whisky pints as if he was a thirsty man in a dessert. Dean just sighed and continues glaring at his friends.
"No, Tessa. It wasn't like that. I enjoy the dream. Hell, I almost fuck Sammy and that's always an awesome dream. And yes, Cas. I found it weird. And no, Chuck. We didn't fight." He answers his friends at the same time, tired of the speculations they make before he could tell them about the dreams. "And stop talkin' as if I ain't here."
They were in McLeod's Garage. It was in a small town near the Roadhouse in Nebraska. Mark McLeod was a civilian with knowledge of what really went on in the darkness and he was a good friend of the Harvelle's Family. He gave Dean Summer jobs while he went through middle and high school. So, when Dean graduated, he gave him a full-time job; and was flexible with the hunts. Dean was his best mechanic.
Dean finished his water and walked towards Tessa. "Why're you three here? Did Chuck have a vision?" Dean have weird friends, all connected with the supernatural stuff. Chuck Shurley was a 29 year-old writer and he was a Seer. He could see into the future and not only small premonitions, but really big events. He saw Obama be elected; however, he only shared that info with Dean. He was a bit of an alcoholic and a bit on the paranoid side.
"So, what's wrong then?" Tessa asked. While Chuck was the paranoid, alcoholic, Seer; Tessa Barnes was the hippy Medium. Tessa Barnes was a 24 year-old Tai Chi instructor and Dean's oldest friend. She married to Pamela Barnes a few years back and took Pam's last name too.
"That it wasn't the same type of dream," Answer Dean, leaned against her and Cas's jean-clad legs. "Something was off." He finished and took a sip from Cas's water when the older man gave it to him.
"You mean it did not have sexual intercourse? But, Dean. Not all your dreams are like that." Said Cas. Castiel Novak was a 27 year-old English teacher and one socially awkward person. He was a 'Healer' so to speak. Castiel could heal any person of any illness and type of wounds. He and Dean went to the same high school and met when a cult of witches were trying to summon a demon and make it eat all the cheerleaders. Castiel was a year older than Dean; he had been a senior when that had happened, while Tessa had been a freshman.
"Well, tell us the dream then." Said Chuck as he leaned back on his chair. Dean let his head rest against Tessa's shoulder as she played with his hair. He fingered the hole in Cas's jean; caressing the warm, pale skin under the well-worn material.
"It started like any other dream, y' know? This time, Sammy wanted to walk between the stars, so we did," Dean smiled at the look of Sammy's face while they walked through what Dean thought the space look like. On how the younger man touched the stars as the dissolve in his big hands. Tessa smiled at the look of peace her friend had on his face. "Then, we kinda made out in the Milky Way and appeared in a dorm room. In there, we begin gettin' our nasty on. (Chuck: Yuck! Cas: So crude…Tessa: Details! Dean: Hahahaha) and that's when it went weird." Dean frowned and sighed. Cas bumps his shoulder with his arm to make the younger man continue.
"I know I said somethin', I just can't remember what. I stood from the bed and when I looked back at him, he said that he was gonna save me." Finished Dean, remembering the fierce determination in Sam's hazel eyes. They fell into a death silence, all of them in their own worlds. Dean was not psychic like them, not by a long shot. But the dreams were real. They were too constant for them not to be. He always dreamt of the same young man. Castiel was sure that this Sammy was a psychic and Dean and him were destine to meet; not matter that Dean said that destiny and faith were just bullshit.
"Maybe you should not go to this hunt, Dean. Maybe it is a warning." Said Cas in a slow tone. Trying to make his hothead friend the warning that his dream lover left in the dream of last night. "Maybe you should stay with one of us." At that, Dean glared at the blue eyed man and stood in front of him.
"Whatya mean, Cas? I can't stay, Bobby asked me to go in this hunt with him! I can't just turn him down!" Dean said, anger coming from him in waves. "Not that man! I owe him too much!" He said and went back to work on the Corolla.
"You don't owe him anything, Dean." Tessa told him, she put her small hand on his shoulder; squeezing reassuring at the older boy. "Bobby loves you like if you were his own kid. And I know Ellen do to. So, I know he would understand with you not going to the hunt." She hugged the strong back, not really caring that Dean was covered in grease and her light green dress was getting dirty.
Dean was quiet; he let his friend hug him. Tessa wasn't too big with the touchy feelings and when she hugged; it always meant something. He turn towards her, glanced at his friends and shook his head.
"Sorry, guys. But, I gotta do this." He said and returns to work, his gut telling him he got to go to this hunt.
It was already closing time when Dean finished with the last car in his agenda for the day. Tessa and chuck had left, but Castiel was still there. He smiled at the brunet and washed his hands.
"Whatchu doin' here, Cas? Don't you have papers to grade or somethin'?"
"I am going with you on this hunt. And nothing you or anyone says it's going to stop me." Said the older man, an air of finality settle around him and Dean just gave a tiny smirk.
"Okay, Cas. You can come. Now, let's go to the Roadhouse, gotta pick up Bobby so we can get this Winchester dude."
OOooOO
The night air was hot and heavy; pressing against his chest and not letting him breathe. His legs were burning, aching to stop but the instinct of survival was fierce and the adrenaline running through his veins overrule his tired muscles. Sweat dripped from his forehead has the man ran away from the creature following him, it was calling his name in a sweet, female voice. It reminded him of his bittersweet times.
"Dean. Dean. Come to me, Dean." The monster sang in a melodic tone. Dean stopped and reset his back against a tree; eyes wide and alerted. His gun loaded with silver bullets that were meant to another type of creature.
The car besides him gave a crunching sound as the creature jump it and it broke down under its weight. A whining sound came from it as it sniffed the night air. The hunter pressed himself against the tree's bark, closed his eyes and licked his lips.
Okay. Moment of truth. He was going to fight this ugly motherfucker. And try to live to actually tell the tale.
He jumped from his hiding place and shoot twice. The creature avoided one of the bullets but the other caught his arm. It howled and Dean ran, trying to stay far away from the houses, not wanting to get any innocents between him and the pissed spirit.
What the hell was a Wendigo doing in the streets of Kansas?
The Wendigo chased after him, its outraged roars waking the civilians, but none wanted to see what was making such a commotion at that hour. The creature screamed and pounce on Dean, he crash to the pavement and screamed when pain exploded on his knee as its knee cap broke. Dean turn and let two shells penetrated the spirit. Wendigo howled in agony and slashed his claws across the man's chest. Blood and pieces of flesh flew and painted the man's face as he coughed up more of the red liquid.
Two more shoots could be heard and the Wendigo fell to besides his dying prey.
"Dean! Dean, kid. Wake the fuck up. Dean!" A familiar voice called him. But his eyes just closed as he let his last breathe escaped from his full lips.
"Sammy. Love you."
"Sam? Sam! Are you okay? Andy! Help me here!" A female voice cried in fear. Everything was spinning, dancing out of his reach. The images flashed back and forth. The blood, flesh, the night air. Everything had been so realistic, so vivid. He still could feel the fear and adrenaline that had course through Green Eyes's body.
Wait.
Green Eyes…
He felt when he was propped against the wall of the hallway. He was in his university, he knew that much. He opened his eyes and tried to focus on the worry faces of his friends. A small, pale hand caressed his face, taking his fringe out of his eyes.
"Sam? You okay?" Asked a dark haired girl with light green eyes. She was the one that was petting his face. He locks eyes with her.
"His name is Dean, Ava." He said to her, ignoring the confused expressions on the blonde girl and the brunet guy besides her. But Andy and Ava just knew. "And he's goin' to die." He finished in a cold, frightened whisper.
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