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Hairballs - porny follow up.

Title: Hairballs
Author: Gedry
Pairings: Dean/Sam
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 3214
Disclaimer: These characters do not belong to me. I am making no profit from this fanfiction.
Beta: none
Spoilers: none
Warnings: werekitty!Dean – rimming, wincest, possessive semi feral Dean. NO BESTIALITY I swear.
Summary: Porny follow up to Hairballs.


Dean stretches, arms way up above his head in the glare of the afternoon sun as it beats down on him where he’s been standing, trying to fix the car all damn day.

It had seemed like not a big deal when he started, but it’s turned into one of those projects where every time you fix something you stumble onto something else that’s broken even worse than the first thing.

Frustrating on a good day, and today is decidedly not one of Dean’s good days. The moon is coming. Dean can feel it in his blood as it rushes just under his skin. His senses, already sharpened by his time living feral in the woods for so many months, are even more exaggerated. He’s uncomfortable in his skin, it feels wrong to be on two legs right now and his thoughts keep slipping away from what he wants to focus on to linger on the feel of the sun on his back, or the smells drifting by on the breeze.

Sam still jokingly refers to it as Dean having PMS and honestly, Dean’s pretty sure Sam’s not far off in the description. He’s cranky, growly, irritated all the time. The only thing that soothes him in the least is being near Sam and even that is touch and go.

Sam’s been acting funny around him for a while now. Ever since Dean woke up once his fever broke with his sides taped and his belly stitched back together after that night fighting in the woods. Sam alternates between hovering and being distant, sometimes within minutes of each other. God, it pisses Dean off so bad. He thought things would be better after their time apart, thought Sam had forgiven him, wanted him back. Sam had called him ‘mate.’

That has to mean something, right?

But as it stands, one minute he’ll be way up into Dean’s personal space, making a joke or flicking Dean’s ear. The next he’s rushing to put as much space between them as possible.

Like this morning, when Sam had run out so fast to help Bobby with something Bobby really didn’t need any help with that he had left his cell phone on the dresser by mistake.

It’s been a long, lonely day.

“I brought you pie,” Sam says from behind him and Dean narrowly misses bashing his head on the open hood of the car as he spins.

“Where the hell have you been?” Dean snaps as he crosses his arms over his bare chest. “You forgot your phone.”

“Yeah,” Sam lifts a shoulder in something less casual than a shrug. “I know. Sorry.”

Yeah, okay. Something tight in Dean’s chest eases just enough for him to breathe.

“Pie?” He asks, hoping to keep this light. He wants Sam around today, needs to be close to his mate to feel centered. Not that he plans on ever telling Sam that. He’d get teased for the rest of his life. Besides, he sort of thinks Sam’s getting the idea with the way his brother is hovering just off his shoulder as Dean digs through the plastic bags Sam dropped on the make-shift work bench Dean set up earlier.

“Yeah,” Sam mutters. “All they had was strawberry. I know it’s not your favorite, but it’s pie.”

“Hell to the yes,” Dean replies happily before tugging the box out and holding it close to his face to smell. It’s fresh, no chemical scent of preservatives. Sammy did good.

“What’s with the rugged out door look you got going today?” Sam chuckles, reaching up to rumple Dean’s already messed up hair. It’s something that would have gotten Sam shoved and yelled at a year ago. But now, unconsciously seeking the too rarely given touch from his soul’s partner, Dean shamelessly leans into the weight of Sam’s hand against his head. He rubs against his brother’s touch and would purr if he was capable of it right now.

Sam’s hand slips down so that his rough thumb brushes along Dean’s cheekbone and with Dean’s cat so close to the surface, he doesn’t even hesitate to turn his face into Sam’s hand and moan softly in appreciation of the contact.

Sam’s body stills, frozen in place as Dean nuzzles the skin on the inside of Sam’s wrist before slipping out his tongue to taste without considering he’s not a giant kitty right now. It’s just the quickest brush of tongue on skin but it changes and explains everything. Sam’s scent changes, it’s startling in intensity so much so that Dean can’t fathom how he ever missed it before.

Arousal, attraction. Sam wants him.

“Dean…” Sam whispers, it’s so tentative, so uncertain. This is why Sam’s been running. No more dates, no more excuses to go out and sleep with someone. Sam hasn’t stepped out one time since Dean’s been back with him, Dean’s noticed. But he hasn’t made a move either. But why would he? Dean’s not been the most attentive mate.

They could talk about it, have some big emotional discussion about how Sam is it for Dean and he can’t even think about anyone else. They could cry it out and hug and then maybe shift slowly into dating or something. Dean’s not so good with words. They get tangled up in his throat when they come crawling up out of his heart. Whatever he’s about to say, he already knows it would already be wrong.

All his instincts are driving him in another direction, and Dean’s instincts are usually dead on. He scents Sam again, feels the animal in him swim a little closer to the surface as the smell of arousal pouring off his brother gets stronger. He licks Sam’s wrist once more, watching this time as Sam’s eyes dilate and his breathing changes. Soft, gaspy puffs of air escaping from Sam’s dropped open mouth while his eyes glaze over like he’s been out getting high.

Dean pushes forward, faster than a human can move and slams his body against Sam’s as close as it will possibly go. Sam huffs out a breath as though he’s been punched in the gut but his arms only hover in the air for a moment before sliding down Dean’s sweaty skin along his back and digging in, holding him closer.

Dean grabs the long strands of Sam’s hair and tugs his head back, baring his brother’s neck so that he can lean in and mouth along the column of his throat. Sam’s hips stutter against Dean’s and he can feel how hard Sam is. Dean growls deep in his chest and tugs on Sam’s hair a little harder, just enough for his mate to feel his strength.

Dean’s healthy, strong and fast. He’s a fierce protector and a determined fighter. He’ll be a capable mate. Sam just needs to see it.

“Yes,” Sam hisses as he turns his face away to give Dean even more access to his neck and that’s all it takes for what little humanity was left in Dean’s consciousness to snap. He bites down on Sam’s throat with a roar of victory. His mate finally claimed.

Dean worries the flesh caught between his elongated teeth just enough to break the skin and taste blood. Sam’s keening, squirming in his grip and babbling as he tries to get more friction on his dick but Dean’s controlling this show, and he’s not entirely aware just yet.

Sam finally goes limp in his arms and the fog lifts enough for Dean to realize he’s gnawing on his much taller brother’s neck out in the middle of a parking lot at three in the afternoon. This is not the most opportune place for them right now.

He turns, half dragging a bleary eyed Sam behind him back to the hotel room and slamming the door shut behind them both. Dean slumps on the bed, still tasting Sam’s blood in his mouth and tries for deep breathes. He feels so out of control.

“You bit me,” Sam comments and Dean turns, looking as his brother rubs shaky fingers over the abused skin on his neck. Dean’s dick jerks hard in his jeans. Something inside him cheers with how perfect Sam looks carrying his mark. “I’ll change now.”

Oh…Oh God. Why hadn’t Dean thought of that?

“Sammy,” he starts, grief crushing all his other thoughts of happiness and the cat’s satisfaction. He shouldn’t want this. This is horrible. He buries his face in his hands ignoring the way his fingernails have turned claw-like until Sam kneels between his feet and tugs his hands away from his face.

The smile his brother shoots him is one of ruthful acceptance. “I gave you my throat, Dean. It’s not like I didn’t know what it means. I research everything, remember?”

Dean blinks.

“I wanted this,” Sam assures him, long fingers tangling with hands that Dean wouldn’t recognize if he couldn’t feel the touch. What is happening right now?

“Mate.” Sam says it like it’s the final word on the subject, maybe it is, Dean’s not sure. But he swallows his need to plead for forgiveness as Sam plucks at his claws and comments, “We should get back to the claiming part. You’re going to be stuck half catified until you take me.”

“What?” Dean growls and is that his voice? It sounds like he’s been eating gravel for lunch. Sam rolls his eyes, shoves Dean’s head to the side until he can look at himself in the mirror above the dresser across from them. He can’t believe what he sees reflected back.

Sam looks normal, on his knees between Dean’s legs with a total lack of the weird tension his body has been carrying for so long. He looks at peace, like he’s finally right where he belongs. But Dean can barely recognize himself in the mirror. His eyes reflect back like cats eyes, pupils big and glassy with the green surrounding them, there are changes to his face, like his bones have shifted slightly, making him look sort of puffy and swollen, his teeth are a little sharper, longer. He has a trail of fur down his back and streaks of it along his chest and down his arms. His hands look the same but his has claws where his nails normally are. “I look like a freak.”

“You look like…mine.” Sam answers before raking his nails up Dean’s arms ruffling his tawny fur the wrong way and making him shudder. Their lips meet, Sam lapping at Dean’s mouth until he opens up and lets his brother inside with a groan. Sam tastes so fucking good Dean can’t imagine ever wanting to be anywhere but right here. He tangles his hands in Sam’s hair and tugs gently, just enough to have Sam groan. Yeah, that explains why he keeps his hair so long, Dean tugs harder and Sam bites at his lower lip in retaliation before pushing Dean onto his back on the bed sliding his hands down to unbutton Dean’s jeans. Sam works them open staring at Dean the whole time. He’s got this little smirk on his face that Dean wants to kiss off but before he can go to shove himself up Sam’s tugging his pants and his boxer briefs down. There’s a tense moment where Sam curses, struggling with Dean’s boots before everything is untied and his clothes are all off.

He has a moment of nerves as Sam stares him down, his body, changed like it is right now makes him feel skittish. But Sam holds Dean’s gaze as long as he can before tugging his t-shirt off and tossing it across the room, then Sam just leans forward between Dean’s spread knees and rubs the side of his face up the inside of Dean’s left thigh. Dean groans, already reaching for his mate when Sam turns his head just below where his leg meets his body and bites into the flesh.

Dean growls, grabbing Sam’s hair but instead of trying to tug him off he presses Sam’s face against his leg a little harder, wanting to be owned, marked this way.

“That how it’s going to be this time?” Dean pants when Sam releases him and moves forward to lick broad swipes of his tongue along Dean’s aching balls.

“Yeah,” Sam grins, nuzzling the base of Dean’s dick. “This is how it’s going to go.”

Dean doesn’t have time to answer before Sam leans up just a little further and sucks the tip of his leaking cock into his mouth. Jesus, fuck if that’s not the best feeling thing Dean has ever experienced he just doesn’t know what is. So damned good and he’s already past the point of acting like he has any class, reaching up and fisting Sam’s hair while he rocks his hips in and out of his brother’s open and willing mouth. Sam’s grabs his wriggling hips and guides him into something more structured than his frantic rutting. Dean hears himself making these loud, animalistic noises as Sam works him over but he can’t stop it, not when this all feels too good.

When Sam pulls off Dean whines, high up in his throat and pitiful as he watches his brother slide out of his jeans and boxers. Sam’s dick is fucking huge, a little curved and so hard, little bit of moisture on the tip that makes Dean suck his lower lip into his mouth and stop breathing. Sam leans over him, arm holding him up on the bed as he grasps his own dick with his too huge hand and orders, “Come here, and put that rough little tongue of yours where I’ve been wanting it for months.”

Dean knocks his brother over onto his back and looses every scrap of saved up dignity he might have by crawling over Sam’s body and immediately complying with Sam’s request. It’s funny, he hadn’t noticed before now how scratchy his tongue is, but a few swipes over the head and Sam is gripping the sheets so hard they rip. Dean’s afraid to suck him with his teeth this sharp so he settles for mouthing Sam’s balls until Sam pulls his knees up a little wider and commands, “Lower.”

Yes, Dean doesn’t need to be told twice. He knows he scrapes Sam across the hips when he turns him over, doesn’t give a shit and neither does Sam by the way he’s struggling up on his knees and bowing his back to give Dean better access to his ass. Sam’s wanton and perfect and he smells so damned good. Dean buries his face between Sam’s cheeks and laps at his hole again and again, backing away just long enough to growl out, “Taste so good, Baby Boy.” Then he’s back to the task at hand while Sam quivers and shakes under him.

“Oh, fuck,” Sam pants out as Dean shoves his tongue inside when the tightness eases. “I need you.” Dean rumbles his agreement, digging in deeper with his chin and curling his tongue to spread Sam open just a tiny bit wider. He’s not really aware of anything but the scent and taste of his mate until the bottle of lube thwacks against his skull. He raises his head and sees Sam looking back over his shoulder at him, shaking and dazed, what might be tears leaking from his eyes. “Sammy?”

“Please just take me,” Sam pleads. “Too much, Dean. I can’t take much more. Going to come.”

Sam’s not the only one riding the edge. Dean’s hands shake so much he fumbles the lube twice before finally getting his cock slicked, too far gone now to do any more prep and watching the rounded tip of his dick slip up against Sam’s hole is one of the hottest things he’s ever seen in his life…until the head pops inside, and that’s even hotter. Sam moans, pushing back, wanting more but Dean holds his steady, working his dick in little by little, the tight, sweet heat of Sam’s body pressing all his hot buttons until Dean’s finally settled and bottomed out against Sam’s ass. They have one moment of stillness, Sam panting heavily through his mouth and Dean frozen behind him, head tipping back, eyes rolled up in his head.

Then Sam clenches, the levy breaks and Dean’s pounding into his mate, focused only on spilling his seed, making his claim. He can hear Sam’s heartbeat pounding in his chest, their blood racing. Sam’s shivering with need and when Dean hears him gasp like it’s about to crest he clamps a hand around the base of Sam’s dick so hard his mate roars in anger and frustration.

“Don’t come,” Dean pleads. “Want you to mark me too.”

He feels Sam’s dick spasm again in his hand, reacting to his words. But it’s Sam’s shaky nod that sends Dean over the edge into completion. He comes bending over and biting into the center of Sam’s back, spilling inside his mate so hard the world dims around him for long moments before he slumps off to the side of Sam’s still shaking body and exhales a breath he didn’t even know he was holding.

It feels like a hundred years later when Dean feels Sam’s long, slick fingers probing between his legs. He hums in pleasure, shifting his position on his belly to give Sam more room and sighing as Sam slides two fingers into him at once. It’s a stretch, but Dean’s so relaxed now it feels like just what he needed and he drifts along with the foreign but wonderful feeling of being complete while he gives himself over to his mate. Two fingers become three, Sam massaging a place inside Dean that makes his dick ache and want to get hard.

“Roll over, Baby,” Sam says softly, “Want to see you.”

It’s not until moves his hand to push himself up that he realizes he’s slid back into his normal human body. The itching, ache under his skin finally completely gone. When he’s settled on his back Sam slides into him so slowly, leaning his longer frame over so they can trade lingering kisses while Sam’s hips pump into him again and again. Their fingers tangle together, their breathing syncs, and Dean doesn’t hesitate to turn his head to the side and bare his neck to his new mate. Sam comes biting down into Dean’s shoulder, claiming him just as thoroughly as he was also claimed.

Dean cleans them up before crawling into bed beside his mate and slipping into the land of dreams.


The moon brings changes, some more distinct than others. Bobby stays close by the first time, when Sam sheds his human skin and becomes a cat like none Dean has ever seen, sleek and huge with something like a lion’s mane even though his whole body is dark brown. It’s a compliment to Dean’s shorter coat of tawny fur. Bobby says he looks like a panther with a dye job. Dean doesn’t care. As he chases after his mate into the night he has everything he ever wanted.

He has his family, he has his freedom.

It’s not in his nature to long for more than that. Not anymore.



( 20 comments — Leave a comment )
Nov. 4th, 2011 09:49 pm (UTC)



*so very dead now*
Nov. 8th, 2011 01:26 am (UTC)
No dying!
Nov. 4th, 2011 10:46 pm (UTC)
*shows the belly* I love you so much. So much. I need to learn another language or eight to express the levels of love I have for you.
Nov. 8th, 2011 01:27 am (UTC)
*rubs your tummy* I love you too!
Nov. 5th, 2011 12:33 am (UTC)
omg YES! amazing! if you ever write more of this verse i would love to read!
Nov. 8th, 2011 01:27 am (UTC)
You never know!
Nov. 5th, 2011 12:52 am (UTC)

But what really did me in -
Sam’s body stills, frozen in place as Dean nuzzles the skin on the inside of Sam’s wrist before slipping out his tongue to taste without considering he’s not a giant kitty right now.


DEAN RUBBING AND NUZZLING INTO SAM'S HAND...sdfjkhfkgasdjkljk <--you melted my capslock
Nov. 8th, 2011 01:28 am (UTC)
I'm sorry about your caps lock! I love you!
Nov. 5th, 2011 01:09 am (UTC)
Awesome. Thank you for writing more on this. (also, may I say, I am glad that Dean didn't try to prep Sam more, because, ow. claws for nails!)
Nov. 8th, 2011 01:28 am (UTC)
Nov. 5th, 2011 05:37 am (UTC)
~thud~ Woman, you have killed me YET AGAIN! What is up with that? And WHY do I not really give a damn?
Nov. 8th, 2011 01:28 am (UTC)
No dying! But I'm so glad you're happy!
Nov. 5th, 2011 07:03 am (UTC)
I read that authors dont often like someone commenting"you are good".....but hey u are ...and perfect...and just made my night::DDDDD
Nov. 8th, 2011 01:29 am (UTC)
LOL Thank you!
Nov. 5th, 2011 12:33 pm (UTC)
This was wonderful, and beautiful, even. I enjoyed it immensely. :)
Nov. 8th, 2011 01:29 am (UTC)
Thank you!
Nov. 9th, 2011 01:16 am (UTC)
I am *worryingly* aroused right now.
Nov. 10th, 2011 01:39 am (UTC)
Mar. 9th, 2012 05:43 am (UTC)
You have a real talent for mixing sexy and sweet. Probably my favourite part about reading your stuff I think.
Mar. 11th, 2012 01:43 am (UTC)
AW! Thanks! I try!
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