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28 October 2007 @ 01:01 pm
Fiction: Bathtub Tales 1/3  

Title:
Bathtub Tale 1 - Sammy and the Duck
Author: wiccaqueen        
Pairing: Sam/ Dean
Rating: NC-17, R for this part
Summary: Sam and Dean spend a night at a motel that only has a bathtub. This brings back some memories...
Disclaimer: Supernatural and all its characters do not belong to me!

Bathtub Tales 1/3

Prologue:

Sam always loved to bath, to soak in the hot water and forget everything around him. Slowly he would glide into the bubbling water, inch by inch, washing away the battle scares of the day.

So whenever he'd get a chance he'd take a motel room with a bathtub. Of course Dean never wanted to spend the extra money. Why bath when you can take a shower? Showering was for men, bathing for women and wusses. But then again Sam was the girlish one, at least according to Dean's opinion.

Dean would only take a hot bath when he was sick and even then he fought against it, not wanting to appear all weak. He could never understand why Sam liked bathing so much.

Ever since he had been a little baby Sam had wanted to linger as long as possible in the hot water while Dean struggled to hold on to his brother, keeping him from drowning. Dad never had the patience to bath his sons. Dean took quite naturally to this task of bathing little Sammy; just one more of his motherly duties. And although he was only five years old, it made him proud to know that he could do it all without any help. He could take care of Sammy all by himself.

That hadn't changed much over the years, except that Sam grew more and more independent to the point where he didn't need him anymore. Now at 27, all Dean could do was keep an eye on Sammy and try to keep him safe.

But even the grown Sammy still loved to bath like a little baby. Some things never change
...thank God!

 

1. Bathtub Tale: Sammy and the duck

It just so happened that the Winchesters had gotten a motel room with a bathtub after their latest hunt. After checking in, Dean just wanted to take a shower and get cleaned up. Entering the bathroom he saw an old fashioned bathtub in the middle of the room.

“Oh you gotta be kidding me! “

Sam followed him into the bathroom wanting to take a leak.

“What's wrong? “he asked seeing Dean's facial expression.

“Looks like this place got stuck in the last century.“ He pointed at the bathtub.

“Man there's not even a shower! “

Sam tried to suppress his giggles. It was just too funny seeing Dean making such a fuss about such a small thing.

“Dean it's just a bathtub. Get a grip."

“Dude, I just spend the last five hours tracking a stinking black dog and now, after shooting the fucking bastard, got this sickening slim all over me. All I want to do is take a shower. Is that too much to ask?"

Sam grinned. This was just too hilarious. Especially since they had booked the room for 2 nights and paid already.

“Oh yeah I'm sure you love this, don't you? You always had this strange desire to play with your little yellow duck while splashing water all around."

“What the...? I never had a yellow duck! “

Sam was quite sure that this was one of his brother's stupid pranks.

“Yeah you did. You called him Mr.Ducky, not very creative, but you were only five years old after all."

Totally perplexed Sam didn't know what to reply.

“You're pulling my leg, aren't you?"

“No way. Don't forget I was the one who bathed you up until you reached the age of 12."

“WHAT?! “ Oh now Dean was really carrying things too far.

“Don't you think you might be a little exaggerating?"

Dean put on his cocky smile.

“Well all I wanted to point out is that you're the bathtub freak of the two of us."

Walking around the bathtub, Dean seemed to be looking for something. Sam just stood still thinking about what Dean had said. He really knew all his embarrassing stories, even the ones he'd forgotten.

“Dean what the hell are you doing?"

Dean stopped and looked at Sam.

“Just checking if we have running water or if we're going to have to fill the tub with buckets."

Dean's dramatic irony was too much for Sam.

“Come on Dean, it's not that bad! If you don't want to bath, fine. But I also got my share of the black dog and would like to get cleaned up. So if you'll just step aside...“

He stepped forward and signalled Dean to move away. Then he pulled his t-shirt of and threw it on the ground. Leaning forward he turned on the warm water and put in the plug.

“Hey, wait a minute. What you think you're doing?"

“Taking a bath."

He started to unbutton his jeans. Dean wanted to set his body in motion but his legs just seemed to freeze. He watched as Sam slowly dropped his pants, followed quickly by his shorts.

Sam was never one for feeling shame when he was naked, especially not in front of Dean, who had seen him like this a million of times. But still it had been a couple of years and Dean was more than astonished to see what he now beheld. A small gasp came from his throat before he could stop it.

“Dean, you're okay?"

Sam looked into his brother's eyes which suddenly seemed to grow.

“I promise I'll be quick and then you can take your turn. Even if you hate bathing."

“Yeah, no you're right. Anything's better than having to smell the disgusting remains of this black dog."

Slowly Sam lowered the whole length of his lean body into the soothing warm water. Within an instant he felt his tensed muscles relax. His whole skin just seemed to melt away. He closed his eyes for a moment before he opened them again. Dean was still standing next to the bathtub starring at him

"Dean, Dean?"

"Yeah?"

“Are you okay? You seem kinda absent-minded."

“No I'm fine. I'd better get these clothes of."

Dean abruptly turned around and quickly fled the bathroom.

“Dean, why don't you take your clothes of in here? Before you get anything else dirty, I mean!"

Sam sat up in the bathtub, trying to see what his brother was up to in the room. His behaviour was more than strange. Just what had gotten in to him? Sinking further into the warm oblivion, Sam let go of his thoughts and just enjoyed the sizzling sensation. He could ask Dean later what was wrong with him.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Back in the room, Dean quickly stripped of his clothes and threw them on a chair by the window. Putting on a pair of sweatpants and a clean t-shirt, he lounged down on one of the beds.

Sam would probably linger in the bath for a long time. He only hoped that there would be enough warm water left.

He preferred not thinking about what just had happened; what he had just felt when he had seen Sam naked. He couldn't explain it to himself. Sure he hadn't had much sex in the last few weeks, but to become aroused seeing a naked man, and not just any man, but his baby brother, was not defendable. What the hell had gotten into him?

Flipping round the TV channels, he tried to relax and cool the blood that was burning in his flesh. He felt his cock pulse hard against the material of his pants.

Damn Sam had looked so hot slowly stripping before him. He hadn't been able to take his eyes of that perfect muscled body. And the way he had let himself glide into the steamy, hot water...

There better be a good porn on somewhere, and preferable one without any naked men!

He had no luck finding anything he wanted. Slightly frustrated he turned the TV back off. Now the only sound he could hear was the splashing of water from the bathroom. Although Dean didn’t want to think about Sam, especially not imaging him bath, it was hard not to.

Sam had defiantly changed his looks over the years. Dean could remember the growing sprees he had as a teenager, when his legs and arms got so freakish long and he didn’t really know how to coordinate them yet. That had been funny to look at sometimes! Further back he remembered what Sammy used to look like when he was a kid. He’d bath him often back then, simply because he didn’t trust Sammy doing it himself and because he liked it.

This one time, so he now recalled, when Sammy was five he had actually told him how much he liked it. Dad had been gone for days on some hunt, leaving Sammy totally in the care of Dean.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

They had rented a small, shabby apartment for a couple of months which didn’t even have a real bathroom, only a toilet. A sink was in the small kitchen area, but that was about it. So John had gotten an old metal washbasin which they used as a bathtub.

Every night Dean made sure that Sammy would wash himself and brush his teeth before he would lay him down to sleep.

One evening Sammy was still watching cartoons and eating the rest of his macaroni dinner, when Dean ordered:

“Bathing time Sammy!”

Sam began fidgeting and preferred playing with the rest of his food. He didn’t want to go to bed yet.

“Come on, get your clothes of.”

Sammy slowly got up from the floor and walked over to the old basin.

“I don’t want to bath,” he protested and crossed his arms in front of his chest.

“You know you have to. I’m not letting you go to bed all dirty like that.”

“I’m not dirty!” he piped up, tiptoeing to reach up to Dean.

“Oh yeah? And who was playing barefoot outside this afternoon then? Now no more discussion. You know Dad gets angry when I don’t take care of you properly. Besides, you always love to bath.”

Dean poured buckets of warm water into the basin. There was no getting around it. Sam had to bath, whether he wanted to or not.

“Come on, get your clothes of,” Dean repeated.

Sooner or later Sam always obeyed. He liked Dean better than Dad. Dean let him stay up longer, gave him extra candy and hugged and kissed him. He would never say it out loud, but in truth he loved Dean more than anyone else.

After dumping his clothes on the floor, Sam slowly put his foot into the warm water.

“Ahhh, it’s hot!”

“It has to be to get all that dirt of.” Sam shook his head.

“What’s wrong? Why are you making such a fuss?” Sam lowered his head. He didn’t want to make Dean mad.

“I don’t like this tub,” he finally said in a shy voice.

“It’s old and smells funny. And I don’t want to bath in it!” Dean sighed. He had to figure out a way to get his little brother to bath without making a fuss.

“Will you bath if I bring you a toy to play with?”

Sammy’s eyes lit up. The only thing Dean didn’t think about was that he didn’t have a toy for him. So he looked around the room, desperately searching for something he could use, but couldn’t find anything.

“I’m sorry, Sammy. Look, I can’t find a toy right now, but if you’re good and bath now, I promise I’ll get a toy for you tomorrow, okay?”

Sammy’s little heart seemed to sink right to the ground. Obviously Dean had only made things worse. All of a sudden he gripped his little shoulders and looked him into the eyes.

“What do you want me to do?”

Sammy looked away and silently answered: “Can you bath with me?”

“What?”

“I won’t bath if you won’t bath with me! It’s no fun alone!”

Dean sighed once more.

“I don’t know if we’re even gonna fit in there together, Sammy.”

“PLEEEASE!” Sammy’s little voice pleaded making Dean give in as usual.

“Oh, alright. But after you’ll go straight to bed, understood?” Sam nodded and grinned.

“And don’t forget brushing your teeth, either!”

“I won’t.”

All of a sudden he eagerly jumped into the warm water. Dean removed his own clothes and also got into the small tub. There wasn’t much room, but since Sam settled himself between Dean’s legs, things seemed to work out quite fine.

“There now, satisfied?”

Sam turned his head and smiled. “Yep.”

Then Dean took the washcloth and soap and began rubbing Sammy’s back. His little brother went completely still under his touch. He messaged the skin, always afraid of using too much pressure. It still amazed him how soft Sammy’s skin was, just like silk. Secretly he loved washing him down, touching and holding him. It was a form of intimacy he never shared with his Dad and often missed. Sammy, however, loved to be touched and even kissed. Dean found all the love his missed in Sam.

Letting his arms glide around his small hips, he pulled him closer and placed a soft kiss on his wet hair.

“There, better now?”

“Yeeeep.”

Sammy let himself fall against Dean’s chest and just lingered there for a couple of minutes. Suddenly he began laughing. Dean couldn’t figure out why at first.

“Something funny?” he asked while Sam continued giggling.

“It tickles.”

“What?”

Sam turned around and pointed at Dean’s private parts.

“That!”

Dean looked down at his first pubic hair springing up.

“Oh that! Yeah, I don’t really know where that came from. I have to ask Dad when he comes back.”

Sam looked a few more minutes at the strange bundle of hair, but then turned around again.

“Come on; time to wash your feet!” Dean took the washcloth in his hands again and started rubbing of Sammy’s wee feet.

“That tickles too!”

He began to laugh and then gave Dean a big wet kiss on his mouth.

“I love bathing with you.”

“Yeah? Me too.”

Both Winchester boys smiled at each other and continued bathing.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The next day, Dean remembered, he went out and bought Sam a yellow duck he could play with while bathing. Somehow he thought Dad wouldn’t approve of his sons bathing together. He was 9 ½ now after all and obviously growing into a man. Sam had to learn to play with other things.

Returning with the present, Dean was pleased to see Sammy’s eyes light up.

Mr.Ducky soon became a part of the Winchester bathing ritual.


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Bea: supernaturalbea80 on October 29th, 2007 01:13 am (UTC)
Okay, vergiss' meine Frage :o) ...

Sehr süss :o) ...
wiccaqueenwiccaqueen on October 29th, 2007 11:09 am (UTC)
Danke!!!
Bea: supernaturalbea80 on October 29th, 2007 02:11 pm (UTC)
+knuffels Dich lieb+
iwo on November 17th, 2007 05:59 am (UTC)
Soooooooo süß, ich würd mich freuen mehr von dir zu lesen.
wiccaqueenwiccaqueen on November 17th, 2007 10:09 am (UTC)
Oh danke! Freut mich wenns dir gefallen hat. Ich habe noch ein paar fics auf meinem LJ, kannst ja mal schauen. Außerdem poste ich immer mal wieder was neue Fics.
blackbirdj2blackbirdj2 on November 18th, 2007 10:06 pm (UTC)
Oh, this was wonderful!! Please tell me the other two parts are going to be written soon, I really can't wait!! :)
wiccaqueenwiccaqueen on November 18th, 2007 11:06 pm (UTC)
Bathtub Tale 2 & 3
Oh thanks, glad you liked it!
I've already posted the other 2 parts, just click on the tags 'bathtub tales' to find them. And tell my what you think ;-)
LOL
wiccaqueen
blackbirdj2blackbirdj2 on November 19th, 2007 09:21 am (UTC)
Re: Bathtub Tale 2 & 3
Yeah, I kinda figured that out after I commented. The rest was great too...I can very much imagine Sam&Dean in a tub together. And then the hot tub, and Dean smiling viciously! Haha, maybe you should write a sequel!