Faking It

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When Dean wakes up as a girl, he's surprised at how calm he feels about the whole thing.

Sam's freaking out, panicking and pacing and trying not to stare at Dean's breasts. Dean's gotta admit, he does have a nice rack (in fact he spent half an hour in the bathroom after his shower playing with them) but that's no excuse. Perhaps Sam was traumatized from waking up clutching a curvaceous girl when the night before he'd gone to sleep wrapped around Dean's hard angles. Dean supposes that waking up with handfuls of breast would be a little disconcerting if you hadn't been expecting it. Not to mention his cunt. Sam's hand had been wandering down there without conscious thought when Dean woke up, and it was only when he heard the shriek of horror when Sam encountered a complete lack of cock that he realized something was terribly, horribly wrong.

"Dude, chill," Dean drawls in his new, high voice. He's sprawled on his back on the bed, wearing one of Sam's shirts - his own are too narrow to go over his rather expansive chest - and with a towel wrapped around his waist. Turns out girls have hips and asses which make it kinda hard to wear men's pants.

"You're a girl! A girl, Dean! With breasts and, and, and..." Sam makes an odd gesture, and Dean grins.

"A pussy? Yeah. It's weird, man. I had to sit down to take a leak. And you know what? Turns out girls have a point when they complain about the toilet seat being left up. That bitch is cold." He rubs his ass distractedly.

Sam stands up and slams the laptop closed. "I, uh, I've got to go out. See if you can think of any witches you mighta pissed off, Dean." He grabs his coat and leaves, and Dean grins widely. He'd been waiting for some time alone. He lifts his hips, tugs the towel out from under him, and spreads his legs.

~

"Jesus fucking Christ," Sam yelps when he comes back to the motel.

"Finally," Dean grunts. He's sprawled on his back, stark naked, one hand pinching and tugging at his nipples as the other explores between his legs. He's already come once, and is just gearing up for a second time. This is awesome. He'd always thought that the excessive moaning and writhing girls did when they came was just put on, but God, he'd come so hard and for so long he'd almost blacked out. He'd tried sticking fingers into himself, but it was so damned hard to co-ordinate.

"Dean," Sam mumbles from the doorway. Dean glances over through the haze of lust and sees his brother toss the bag of food on the table and slam the door shut. He yanks his shirt off, and Dean licks his lips and arches his hips slightly, one finger rubbing softly at his clit as Sam undresses.

"How long's it been since you fucked a girl, Sam?" Dean whispers, his voice husky.

"Not since Jess," Sam mumbles, pawing at his belt and zipper to get his jeans off. Dean grins when Sam finally yanks his pants down and kicks them off.

"Remember how?"

"Fucker," Sam whispers as he curls up behind Dean, pushing him onto his side and reaching around, nudging Dean's hand out the way and taking over. He uses slow, gentle strokes, teasing the hot flesh, caressing Dean's pussy until Dean's begging for more. Dean can feel Sam's hard cock pressed against his ass; he thrusts his hips, letting Sam fuck the crack of his ass as his long fingers drive him mad.

"Tease," Dean gasps, bucking his hips and writhing, wishing Sam would just put something in him already. Sam groans and bites Dean's shoulder, wrapping his entire body around Dean and curling up slightly so Dean's completely surrounded by Sam. He can feel Sam's cock leaking against him; can feel the urgency of Sam's movements, and cranes his neck around for a kiss.

Sam's mouth descends on his with surprising force; he's groaning and panting as he pushes his tongue into Dean's mouth and two long fingers into Dean's pussy. They slide in so easily, and Dean moans softly into Sam's mouth as he moves his hips, fucking himself on Sam's fingers. His eyes roll back in his head and he cries out when Sam slides his thumb up to rub Dean's clit while his fingers thrust in and out of him.

Dean can tell the precise moment when Sam's about to lose it. He's grunting and panting into Dean's ear, and suddenly a large hand on Dean's hip is rolling him onto his back. His legs are pushed apart, and Sam's suddenly on top of him, groping his breasts and leaning his head down to take an erect nipple in his mouth. He sucks gently, tickling the taut flesh with his tongue, and Dean gasps and clutches Sam's head to his body as Sam presses a finger back into him.

"Open up," Sam growls, giving Dean's nipple one last lick before pressing his cock firmly against Dean's cunt. Dean can feel Sam's firm heat sliding against him, stimulating him further, and he unashamedly thrusts his hips, the head of Sam's cock sliding over his clit and down further, into the folds of his pussy, gently pressing him open and sliding inside. Dean grunts softly as Sam pushes all the way inside, and Sam pauses.

"Okay?" he asks.

"Yeah," Dean replies. He experimentally jerks his hips a little, moaning when Sam slips out and then pushes back in.

"How's it feel?" Sam's breathing quickens, hot damp air puffing over Dean's face as he leans on his hands and fucks. Dean hums throatily, wrapping his legs around Sam's waist and clutching at his ass, pressing him further inside his body.

"Uh. Uhhh. Tight. Wet. Easier than being fucked up the ass, I guess."

Sam chuckles, the laugh turning into a moan. "Gonna come," he mumbles, leaning down to kiss Dean.

"Already?" Dean says around Sam's tongue. He thrusts his hips harder, faster, forcing Sam into a quick rhythm, and Sam throws his head back and groans. Dean can feel it, heat spurting inside him, and he holds Sam's sweaty body tight as he comes down from his orgasm.

"I... wow," Sam breathes, his eyes wide and happy.

"Yeah," Dean grunts. Sam's fucking heavy, all muscle and bone and he's squashing Dean, who didn't even get to come, dammit. Sam's eyes clear when he realizes.

"You didn't..."

"Get off me," Dean says. He pushes Sam away, wincing as his wet cock slips out of him, leaving a wet patch on the bed between Dean's thighs. Dean reaches down with one hand and starts stroking himself, feeling Sam's eyes on him as he presses hard and spreads himself open.

"Here, let me," Sam breathes, leaning close and twining his fingers with Dean's, stroking his cunt and sliding back inside him again. Dean gasps and moans, feeling the climax build in his groin as Sam kisses him, fucks him, strokes him, and his back arches and his head is thrown back as he comes and comes and comes, for what seems like hours. When he opens his eyes again, Sam's staring at him in awe.

"Dude," he says quietly. "You weren't faking, were you?"

Dean laughs, the sound disconcertingly high-pitched. "Hey, I think I mighta thought of who to blame for this. Remember that chick who gave us info about the coven? She mentioned her girlfriend was kinda into witchcraft. I didn't think it was much, but..." he shrugs, and looks over at Sam.

"Dude, please tell me you didn't fuck some lesbian witch's girlfriend," Sam groans, covering his face with a hand.

"Not exactly," Dean hedges. "I, uh, she had a strap-on, and I was facedown on the bed when the girlfriend came back. I left while they were still screaming."

Sam rolls his eyes. "We'll go talk to them tomorrow. Maybe you can placate them somehow."

Dean just smirks.

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