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24 December 2006 @ 12:21 am
In a Flap, Sam/Dean, WING!FIC
Title: In a Flap
Author/Artist: darkhavens
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing: Sam/Dean
Rating: R for incest
Wordcount: 1277
Warnings: incest, wing!fic
Summary: Sometimes a curse can turn out to have unexpected benefits.
Disclaimer: Not mine, never will be. No harm, no foul, no money made.
A/N: Written for slashfest IV: timbean requested 'Dean/Sam vampire wingfic with a 69 twist. Go wild! Bat wings if you want! Mallard wings! Tiny parakeet wings! Snark between these two is probably my favorite thing on this *planet*, so some bitchy!Sam vs sarcastic!Dean would totally make me full of glee. I didn't manage to include the vampire, but I hope you like it anyway.

In a Flap

The first time it happened, it took them three days to notice. Well, it took Sam three days to notice, mainly because he was being a whiny little bitch, refusing to shower with Dean, let alone have sex, until Dean apologised for something he'd apparently said or done or… Hell, he didn't have a clue what he'd done, but Sam, the pissy little princess, was making him suffer for it.

At the end of those three days, when the muscles across the back of his neck and around his shoulders still pulled and ached and throbbed like a sonofabitch, Dean gave in. He gave a grudging, fifteen word apology - Don't know what the fuck I did to set you off but I'm sorry, okay? - and then demanded a backrub.

That's when Sam discovered the weird bumps on his shoulder blades, red and swollen and hot to the touch - not that Dean let him touch them for more than the time it took to scream and buck and fall onto the floor on hands and knees.

Yeah, not his finest hour, but damn, those suckers hurt!

"What the fuck was that?"

Sam leaned over the edge of the bed and frowned down at Dean from behind his tangled fringe, eyes flicking back and forth between Dean's whatthefuck expression and the knobbly protrusions on his back.

"Dean, there's something growing out of your back."

Now, logic dictates that a person can't check out his own rear view and is never going to see his shoulder blades without that certain bone-grinding Exorcist twist, but it didn't stop Dean trying.

The pull and the throb and the needle-sharp pain did that.

So he stood up instead and made a dignified dash to the bathroom where, if he twisted just so and craned his neck and squinted hard out of the corner of his eye, he could see the angry red lump at the tip of his right scapula.

Sam leaned in the doorway, hips canted, arms folded, and watched his brother contort himself and try not to show pain.

When Dean gave up on getting any kind of detailed look and unwound himself from his self-imposed Gordian knot, Sam held out a beer and led the way back to the bed.

"So, not a pulled muscle then."

Dean kicked him, popped the cap and took a long, slow drink.



On day five, after forty-eight hours of 'What part of 'I'm not talking about it,' did you not understand, Sammy?' Dean flatly refused to consider seeing a doctor, not even after Sam located two free clinics in towns they'd never been before.


On day seven, the skin that was stretched paper thin and bone white across the - 'If you call them that one more time I'll knock your teeth so far down your throat you'll have to shit 'em out, Sam!' - 'unexplained growths' split with a stomach-churning sound, and two bloody, crumpled wings slid out almost in slow motion before toppling limply to one side.

"Oh, yeah, that hurt!"

Sam had to wait until Dean passed out from whisky, beer and pain pills, topped off with pure exhaustion, before he managed to get within touching distance of Dean's new wings.

Dean woke to Sam sitting straddling his waist, knees clamped tight to pin his arms in place beside his ribs. The heady smell of Betadine hung heavy in the air.

Dean bucked and yelled, "Get the hell off me, you jackass!" but Sam had apparently spent time with a mechanical bull. He hung on tight for the ride, and might have whispered 'Yeehah!', and he definitely slapped Dean's ass.

That stopped Dean cold.

"Dude, I'm warning you. Get the fuck off me right now or you're in trouble. I'll kick your skinny ass back to Stanford. I'm not kidding!"

But of course, instead of grovelling apologies and obedience, Sam settled that skinny ass back down on Dean's lower spine.

The brush of warm dry lips across the nape of his neck stopped Dean from kicking up a fuss, for now at least. He reserved the right to start the fight back up once Sam was finished trailing kisses down his spine. Hell, if he got a fuck out of it, he might even be magnanimous and forgive the lanky shit for sneaking up on him while he was asleep.

Fingers trailed across the skin between his shoulder blades and out to touch on brand new flesh and bone and, yes, dammit, feathers. Freshly activated nerves sent new sensations racing, neurons fired in puzzling new patterns as they realigned, redrew the known quarters of his body.

Shudders wracked Dean's frame as Sam continued stroking, every feather brushed drew out a whimper.

"Cool! I guess they're really sensitive, huh?"

Among the wildfire sparks stimulated by every careful touch, Dean made a mental note to somehow pay his little brother back for sounding so damn gleeful.

For now, he demands satisfaction in the form of Sammy riding the erection he has caused by taking liberties. The way Sam strips and climbs aboard in under seven seconds leaves Dean wondering just how many other kinks his brother has.


On day twenty, Dean tosses a pair of bolt cutters to the floor at Sam's feet and pulls his shirt off.

"Nothing else has worked, Sam, not the spells or the shamans or the Voodoo priest. We've gone back over old ground till they're sick of seeing our faces, and we still don't have a single fucking clue who might have cursed me."

Sam screams and rages, tries quiet pleas and finally pulls out sexual favors of the 'Dean's dirtiest fantasies' kind, but Dean stands firm.

They make him itch, they make him twitch; he's embarrassed and uncomfortable. They make his leather jacket pull under the arms and they've stretched out several of his favorite ancient tee shirts. They have to go.


On day twenty-eight, Sam gives in.

The dumpster behind the Gas 'n' Go down the street from their motel ends up half full of feathers, bloody rags and sheets, and a shiny pair of brand new bolt cutters, barely used.


On day thirty-five, they finish growing back.


On day four hundred and seventeen, Dean wakes up, wears out his morning wood in Sam's obliging ass, and then takes a five minute shower. When he comes out, damp towel around his shoulders, droplets still glistening on his pecs, he stretches out his tiny wings with hardly a thought and let them flap themselves dry.

Sam catches the roll of medical tape tossed casually at his head, and waits for Dean to sit down between his spread legs.

The wings are still a pain if left unbound and free to express themselves. He's gotten better at control over time but he swears they like a pretty, tight ass as much as he does, and they try to wave hello way too often.

So, after combing out their slept-in look and patting off the last clinging drops of shower spray, Sam tapes them down every morning. He steals a kiss and maybe rubs a prickly cheek across the feathers, just to make Dean curse and give a full body shiver. That never gets old.

The tee shirts still get stretched but leather stretches too, and with a little bit of needlework from a seamstress friend of Bobby's, the jacket's soon back to hanging true.

They're only little wings, when all's said and done, and any minor inconvenience they cause is more than compensated for by the very regular hot and steamy sex.

Sammy really likes Dean's wings.

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darkhavens: sn almost [literati]darkhavens on February 17th, 2007 09:24 pm (UTC)
Thank you!

The scary follows those boys everywhere, even into crack fic. *g*

I bet it was the boltcutters that got to you - I know they got to me! :D
I am Derek's vocal eyebrows: sn; tr [me]literati on December 24th, 2006 12:51 am (UTC)
It was hot enough when I read it in snippet form yesterday, but when it's all pieced together like that?


darkhavens: sn orally fixated [literati]darkhavens on February 17th, 2007 09:25 pm (UTC)
Thankee! *smooches* ♥
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darkhavens: sn grrr {literati]darkhavens on February 17th, 2007 09:27 pm (UTC)

When I started writng, I didn't know if he'd get to keep them or not, but the more he tried to get rid of them, the more I wanted him to keep them. And I'm pretty sure that every organ Dean has is a sex organ. ;)
Dani: Sammy hand pornumbralillium on December 24th, 2006 01:20 am (UTC)
Whoever wrote the original wing!kink fic deserves a medal. We're all wing sluts. geezus. And dude, this: On day twenty, Dean tosses a pair of bolt cutters to the floor at Sam's feet and pulls his shirt off. had me practically screaming alongside Sam. NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
darkhavens: sn sammy die for you [literati]darkhavens on February 17th, 2007 09:31 pm (UTC)
Hee! That was evil, wasn't it? but at the same time, it's so Dean. He's tried everything else and he wants the damn things gone already and it's not like he isn't used to hurting when he has to, so...

I felt awful for making Sam lop them off because he really would hate hurting Dean but Dean is telling him to do it and he can't think of anything else for them to try and so he gives in, muttering all the while and then (s)mothering Dean with aftercare until Dean is ready to scream. *g*

And then yay, they grew back! :D
hanyo_alchemist on December 24th, 2006 02:35 am (UTC)

*loves you and your kick-ass fanfic*
darkhavens: sn eyefuck [literati]darkhavens on February 17th, 2007 09:32 pm (UTC)
Thank you!

There can never be enough wingfic. :D
supernatrlfreaksupernatrlfreak on December 24th, 2006 02:42 am (UTC)
Perfect...I adore Dean's attempts at ridding himself of the wings and despite his and Sam's best efforts they are there for the long haul...
darkhavens: sn facepalm [literati]darkhavens on February 17th, 2007 09:34 pm (UTC)

Dean just doesn't give up, does he? The boltcutters made me wince, even as I was writing about them, but it's the kind of solution Dean would come up with once they'd exhausted all other options. I couldn't resist growing them abck because Dean+Wings=happiness. :D
katbcollkatbcoll on December 24th, 2006 02:55 am (UTC)
*bounces* Wings!
if he twisted just so and craned his neck and squinted hard out of the corner of his eye,
At first I had an image of him turning 'round and 'round to try and see his back.

*giggles* I love Sammy's Wing!kink.
*shudders* okay the bolt cutter thing??? eeeeee
Sammy really likes Dean's wings.
*cracks up* Don't we all??
darkhavens: sn kaz grill [literati]darkhavens on February 17th, 2007 09:36 pm (UTC)
At first I had an image of him turning 'round and 'round to try and see his back.

Like a dog chasing his own tail? Hee!

The boltcutters were such a perfect Dean solution I had to write it. And how could Sammy not love his wings? They're so small and cute and sensitive - a new sex toy for the both of them. :D

who said what now? - katbcoll on February 17th, 2007 09:51 pm (UTC) (Expand)
who said what now? - darkhavens on February 17th, 2007 09:56 pm (UTC) (Expand)
sherribonannella on December 24th, 2006 03:17 am (UTC)
Yay wing!fic! *cheers*

This was very cool. I like the slightly tongue-in-cheek way you wrote it in, and how by the end Dean's just dealing with them like they've always been there. :D
darkhavens: sn guh [literati]darkhavens on February 17th, 2007 09:38 pm (UTC)

I started this several times but couldn't get it to move along properly until I slipped into that tongue-in-cheek, slightly snarky mode. After that, it was a breeze.

Dean is nothing if not adaptable. He tried everything he and Sam could think of to get rid, but they came back so - he dealt. And hey, they've improved his sex life, so what's to complain about? *g*
halo on; reversed.dev_earl on December 24th, 2006 03:35 am (UTC)
Yay! He gets to keep the wings. :)

Love this. ♥
darkhavens: sn kink x 2 [literati]darkhavens on February 17th, 2007 09:40 pm (UTC)

When I started writing, I didn;t know if he was going to keep them or not, but when the boltcutters came out I knew - they had to grow back. *is evil*

Dean+wings=happiness :D
9thof99thof9 on December 24th, 2006 04:29 am (UTC)
What is it about wings that's so sexy?

Is that why sex talks used to be referred to as "the birds and the bees"? So many wings meant lots of sex?
darkhavens: sn bring it [literati]darkhavens on February 17th, 2007 09:44 pm (UTC)
LOL! Intriguing theory. :D
tabaqui: s&dgaspbyurdsamatabaqui on December 24th, 2006 05:22 am (UTC)
I luff wing!fic.
Bolt cutters, though!
darkhavens: sn comfort [literati]darkhavens on February 17th, 2007 09:45 pm (UTC)

I had to go there with the boltcutters because Dean would have gone there. He's quite willing to suffer pain to get the job done and they'd tried everything else they could think of.

But he got to keep them anyways, la la!

demons I get, people are crazy: wingswinchestergirl on December 24th, 2006 07:08 am (UTC)
That was lovely LOL....though I agree with everyone else about the bolt cutters ....OWWWW ....and Wing Kink !!! YEAH !!!!
darkhavens: sn damaged [literati]darkhavens on February 17th, 2007 09:46 pm (UTC)
The boltcutters were Dean's idea, I swear - he made me write them in. *g*

Thanks! :D

(Love the wingkink icon!)
Lori: Jensen and Jaredlorilann on December 24th, 2006 09:28 am (UTC)
I flove this! *claps* Dean gets to keep his wings. ♥
darkhavens: sn hunting [literati]darkhavens on February 17th, 2007 09:48 pm (UTC)
Thank you!

As soon as they cut them off I knew I had to make them grow back - Dean+wings=perfect. :D
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darkhavensdarkhavens on February 17th, 2007 09:49 pm (UTC)
You recced me and I realised I hadn't replied to my fb. *headdesk*

Thank you, and thank you! *hugs* ♥
Amberle reborn: Hehthe_ellcrys on December 24th, 2006 04:12 pm (UTC)
Dean bucked and yelled, "Get the hell off me, you jackass!" but Sam had apparently spent time with a mechanical bull. He hung on tight for the ride, and might have whispered 'Yeehah!', and he definitely slapped Dean's ass.

Hee! That's good humor.

This was a fun fic, nice job.
darkhavens: sn kink [literati]darkhavens on February 17th, 2007 09:51 pm (UTC)

These boys never let the serious stuff get in the way of a practical joke or some inappropriate humour. Gotta love 'em. :D