The Paternal Trifecta | Sam Winchester [x.] [Dean Version]

The Paternal Trifecta | Sam Winchester [x.] [Dean version]

On Camera

 a fic for @writethelifeyouwant about Sam. On camera.

I think it ended up a bit over 500 words. Sorry not sorry.

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Sam looks around nervously, a final check that everything’s in place. Bed made, door locked, roommate out for the next few hours, lights adjusted the way the studio told him to. Lube and a “realistic” dildo in easy reach, and he’s wearing loose gray sweatpants and a Stanford-red hoodie.

Tripod with camera aimed at the pool of light on the bed, and he wishes he could keep his face out but the studio pays more if they can see his face, his reactions, and he’s more than a little desperate since discovering that his scholarship doesn’t cover books or meal plan and he needs cash fast. Luckily there’s a market for pretty boys in financial need, he doesn’t even need to let someone else touch him and the studio loved his jack-off video. 

This’ll pay more.

Deep breath. He hits “record” and moves around to sit on the bed.

“Hey, so uh… I’m Sam, and you all liked my first vid so much, I’m making another. And it’d really help me out if you could leave a comment about what else you’d like to see from me.” He scrubs his hands on his sweatpants, laughs a little. “I’m still a bit nervous, so any encouragement you all could give would be… yeah.”

The studio told him not to worry about music or anything, they’d add some when they edited the video he’s sending them, but he can’t help wishing he could have something playing. Anything to get his mind off the camera in front of him and the blinking red light. He knows his cheeks are flushed red from embarrassment, but the studio loved that. “Ya look all innocent and shy… that gets lots of subscribers. Keep it up!”

He rubs the back of his neck, glances up at the camera, and feels himself blush harder. The problem is he’s just not in the mood, but if he doesn’t drop this tape in the mail today, he’s gonna start really falling behind on his classes. And maybe he shouldn’t, because that’s what got him into this new line of work in the first place, but he can’t break a habit of a lifetime, so he closes his eyes and thinks what would dean do.

Tries not to feel shame as he pictures Dean in his position and his dick starts to take interest immediately. He strokes it lightly, teasing through soft cotton, enough so it plumps up to tent the fabric before sliding his hands up his chest, rubbing at his nipples until they stiffen.

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Dean: What'd you mean we look the type?

Owner of the Pierpont Inn in "Playthings:" *sweating, shrugging, not sure how to say "looks like you be fuckin ur bro, idk, sorry"*

Dean:

HIS FACE I JUST--

Of course, I loved this scene simply for giving us yet another "they're mistaken for a gay couple" moment (I think it's been five of those now?), but this one was extra delicious.

1) Sam getting stuttery and awkward while he and Dean refuse to make eye contact 2) the above moment where Dean asks the innkeeper why she thought that and then Dean seems to like... be sifting through his memories, questioning the way he behaves in public with Sam, wondering if it's extremely obvious to everyone they meet. It's the emphasis on we, you know? He's not asking "why did you think I was gay," he's far more concerned with "why did you think we're gay together," and he's having a full-on crisis about it. The weft of Dean’s denial is woven so tight it’s making his face pinched lmao.

AND THEN HE CAN'T LET IT GO.

Dean has to go and ask Sam "Of course, the most troubling question is why do these people assume we're gay?" like he's testing the waters, seeing if Sam thinks about the two of them like that, how it makes Sam feel. It was A Lot woof.

As always, sorry to be making the observations everyone who saw it back in the day already knows, but I am LIVING for this rn, very much enjoying my first watch.

dean bit him.

so.