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Dream Skin	By : annehunter Category: Supernatural > Slash - Male/Male Views: 2056 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Dream Skin
- 2-Dream Lover
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Title: Dream Skin (1-5)
Author: Anne Midnight Hunter
Fandom: Supernatural
Rated: M/R (for now)
Beta: Yarinid!!
Pair/Characters: Dean/Sam, Adam, Mary, John, Bobby, Castiel, Chuck, Ava, Jessica, Andy, Tessa, Brady, Ansem, Ellen, Jo.
Type: Slash/AU/Angst/Humor/Supernatural
Anne: Hi! I really don’t know where this came from…Just that I wanted to make a Dean/Sam fic for ages. In this fanfiction the hot brothers are not brothers. Sorry Wincest fans! But it didn’t came out like that. Hope you like it!
Part One: Dream Skin

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 green eyes, freckles in tanned skin, and a warm smile. A deep, low voice called for him.
“Sammy. C’mere.”
He could feel muscle arms wrapping around him. Feel the warm skin, damp with sweat, press across his back. Soft moans escaping his mouth and the other person’s as well.
“Please, more. Give me more.” He could hear how husky and lustful his tone was.
Not minding a bit.
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.”
Then…The body was gone. Sam looked over his shoulder and called at the retreating back of his lover.
He turns his head and gave Sam a sad, terrified smile.
“Find me, Sammy. Save me.”
Hazel eyes flew open; Sam sat down on his bed. Drenched in sweat and hard. Adrenaline and arousal swimming inside his being, making his brain fuzzy. He gave a growling groan, letting his head slam back against his pillows.
He dreamt again with Green Eyes.
A tired sigh left his lips and closed his eyes. Sam was used to dream about the man with green eyes, he had been dreaming about Green Eyes almost all his life; he gave him that name, not knowing his real one. Never been able to ask it. Sam gave a glance to his alarm clock, and groaned again. It was only 4:56 in the morning. He still had some hours ‘till he had to go to the university. He left his eyes rest, images of the man still lingering across his closed eyelids.
He gave another groan when his cock took interest in the vivid reminders of his dreams. Sam opened his night stand table and took out a brown, leather-bond notebook, and after he put today’s date, the young man wrote the dream. He put away the notebook and lay back on the bed, killing sometime before he had to get up.
Something about the dream nagged at him, it was the last words Green Eyes spoke in the dream.
“Find me, Sammy. Save me.”
A shiver ran all over his body, Green Eyes never ask for anything, except when they were doing the naked dance. It was always; ‘Please, Sammy. Let me in.’ or ‘Fuck me, harder. Oh God!’ It never ended without sex, if that was the nature of the dream.
Sometimes he dreamt about them in a bar, sharing a beer.
In the beach at night.
In the cinema.
Almost all the settings where at night; Sam loved those dreams the most. Loved to see those beautiful, green eyes smile at him and the deep laugh the man have. Sam took a deep breath and closed his eyes. His alarm clock begins blaring ‘Tokio Hotel’s Love & Death’, signaling that it was time to get ready for school.
‘Love and death
Love and Death
Don’t you mess
Don’t you mess
With my heart
Love and death
Love and death
Don’t you mess
Don’t you mess
With my heart
Love and death
With my Heart’
Sam gave a humorless laugh at the song’s lyrics and decides to take a shower, maybe have a good session with his hand; he needed to get this edge out of his system. After dressing in a pair of faded-out, baggy jeans, a dark, green shirt, his Converse, and his black hoddie, Sam descended the stairs, following his nose to the delicious smell of pancakes, beacon, and cherry syrup towards the kitchen.
Sam smiled as he watches his mom sing softly to herself her favorite Beatles’ song and cooking beacon, while his younger brother, Adam set up the table. Adam’s light blue eyes found Sam’s hazel ones and the younger boy smiled. Sam, returning the smile, enters the kitchen; he gave his little brother a kiss in the cheek and messed up his hair.
“Good morning, kid.” Sam smirked at the growl the blond let out.
“”Ain’t a kid, you Godzilla-size idiot.” Replay Adam, a mischievous glint in his eyes told the brunet he was joking. Adam Winchester was a contradiction to every social law that the ‘High School World’ have. The boy was the quarterback of the football team, popular, and the captain of the Math club of said school.
His group of friends consisted in jocks, nerds, Goths, and geeks. That was the weirdest group of people that Sam had ever seen and had the pleasure to meet.
Their mom smiled at the playful interaction of her boys, blue eyes taking in their teasing banter.
“Okay, boys. The beacon’s ready!” She said cheerful, making them both sit, dropping a kiss on Sam’s messy, brown locks, murmuring a ‘Good morning baby’ and kissing Adam’s cheek.
She served her starving boys. Mary Winchester was a writer, a science fiction/romance writer, also a stay-home mom and did charity work, when she wasn’t busy writing or being Super-mom, at the local detox center and kitchen soup. Mary called her husband down and sat to eat with her boys.
A tall, dark haired man arrived to the kitchen and ruffles the boys hair, earning groans of disapproval and protest. He laughed, sitting down and kissed his wife. That gained a ‘Eww! We’re eating here!’ from Adam and a smile from Sam.
John Winchester was a mechanic with his own auto shop and crew, but also, he was a hunter. Not just any type of hunter, a supernatural one. He went after the occult, the terrifying monsters that plague the darkness, it was a horrific job. But, someone got to do it.
From the outside, the Winchester was a traditional, all-American, apple pie-life family. Good-looking, steady jobs, the few economic problems, and healthy, handsome, intelligent, athletic kids. They also knew what the real world was hiding. That vampires, werewolves, monsters, demons, and ghost were real. Mary used to hunt with him, when they got together and after married too, when she got pregnant with Sam, she decide to start writing, and settle down in a house.
John kept hunting, but he was semi-retired, not leaving completely the life as a hunter, he just focused more in his family and his ‘day-work’. Mary and John trained their kids to be hunters, and to also how to live in ‘day society’. Sam sometimes went with his father to do a job or two when he had time away from school. Adam was too young to go to actual jobs, so he only trained and did the research with Sam. Mary glanced at her husband.
“Bobby called. He said that you were going to Montana with him. You guys are going to hunt a pack of were cats?” She asked, sipping her coffee with a bit of cream. John nodded, swallowing a mouthful of pancakes and syrup.
“Yeah. He asked me to assist him and another hunter. Some kid that he had known for years. Something Smith or the other, didn’t got the name right, says he knows what he’s doing.” John informed, taking a long gulp from his black coffee. Adam glanced at Sam, but he found his usual chatty, older brother deep in thought. The brunet usually asked if he could help with the research, now that school had started, nevertheless, he was quiet, licking cherry syrup from a slender finger, wrapping his glossy lips around the digit. The blond let his parents talk strategy and nudged Sam with his elbow.
“Dude. What’s wrong?” He whispered, Sam snapped out of his reverie and with a ‘pop’ released his finger from his mouth, Adam watching with rapt attention.
“Um, I dreamt again.” He supply in a soft voice. Knowing that was all he needed to saying for Adam to know about the situation. After eating, John announced that he was going, that his job maybe will take around two to three weeks, as long the job took.
Sam hated the good-byes hugs, he hated when his father was gone for so long. John hugged Sam first, inhaling his older son’s musky scent and giving him a kiss on the neck, he gave him the speech of ‘you’re the man of the house’, and Sam just hugged the older man back more firmly.
John hugged Adam, telling him to help Sam take care of their mom. After their good-byes, the boys walked out of their house into the garage, were Sam’s 78 red Mustang was parked. He loved the car, Adam and John had bought it and repair it almost from scratch for Sam’s twenty’s birthday. They put their school’s bags in the trunk and enter the car; Sam started it, smiling when it gave a vibrating growl, as if it was happy to be on the road again. The brunet plug his ipod to the radio, scrolling down, looking for what he wanted to hear, when he found it, Sam gave a small victory sound.
‘Say your prayers little one
Don't forget my son
To include everyone’
Adam raised an eyebrow at the music.
“Metallica? You HATE Metallica. When did you put that in your ipod?” He asked nodding at the beat of the guitar. Sam huffed, backing out of the garage, taking the streets.
‘I tuck you in, warm within
Keep you free from sin
'Til the sandman he comes’
“Shut it, I just need to hear it, and for the record. I still HATE them, nothing had changed that.” He mumbles, Adam just gave him a knowing smirk.
‘Sleep with one eye open
Gripping your pillow tight
Exit light
Enter night
Take my hand
We're off to never-never land’
“So, tell me. What happened with Green Eyes?” His younger brother asked him. Adam knew about the dream and visions, they always revolve around someone that Sam holds dear and they are in danger. He was the only one in the family that knew of Sam’s…talents. He had seen how painful they could get; sometimes the brunet loses conscious thanks to the powerful headaches he gets. And, of course, Green Eyes was something that came out. Sam sighed at his brother’s words, stopping at a red light.
“He…he asked me to save him, Adam. He never, ever asked me anything like that. I even could feel the terror rolling out of him.” The brunet sighed and continues driving when the light changed. The blond was texting, a small smile gracing his lips.
“We can have a Meeting tonight. Dad’s on a hunting trip with Bobby and Mom’s gonna be at her usual chick-flick girls night in at Monica’s. WE have the house to ourselves” Adam suggested, Sam smiled and nodded.
“Yeah, we should do that.” They arrive to Adam’s high school, the Mustang vibrating and attracting attention to its sleek, cherry-red form. At the front of the school, the brothers spotted Adam’s weird pack of friends; waiting for him. A blond, handsome senior saw the car and waved at them, a happy smile graced his face. That gained the look of the rest of the kids in the group, and they waved and called for the blond Winchester. Adam waved back.
“We talk later. You wanna me to pick you up from school?” The brunet asked, twisting in his seat to see his brother. The blond shook his head and smiled.
“Nah, Michael’s gonna give me a ride home.” He wiggles his eyebrows in a lecherous way, making Sam laugh and swat the back of his head.
“Yeah? Just make sure that he takes you home before 6:30, or I’m gonna hunt down his pretty, blond ass. And you know I’ll do it.” Adam laughed, kissed his brother on the cheek and hugged him, squeezing the bigger man, until Sam chuckle and pushed the blond off of him with a big palm covering his face.
“Get out of my car, kid! And do some actual study!” Sam yelled at his brother, while the younger man got out.
“You know I love Anatomy!”
“You don’t have Anatomy!” Sam laughed, Adam blow him a kiss and walked toward his friends. Sam put the car to drive and shoot away from there to his collage. Thoughts of Green Eyes dancing in his head as Metallica played in the background.
T.B.C.
Anne: OMG!! I love AU! You can do so much with ’em!! Please! Review, Tell me how ya feel ’bout this! Tell me if you guys hate it!! See ya in the next chap!
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