crossoverfic | [FIC]Pas de Bas Ch 3b, M, spn/hp, Sam/Hermione/Dean (Reply)

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Oblivious to the machinations going on around him, Dean used the Impala and the garden to avoid too much contact with Hermione. He was having a hard time behaving himself. Sam had been dropping broad hints lately and it was beginning to appeal to him. Having a family, no matter that he would be sharing the ‘wife’ part with his brother.

She had been drinking a glass of iced tea at the kitchen table when he walked in and she saw him before he could escape.

“Would you like a drink Dean? It’s awfully warm outside.”

“Um, yeah sure. Thanks.” Thinking it was a good idea to get back outside quickly; he drained the glass in a few swallows, and missed her wince.

His heart shot into his throat when he made the mistake of looking at her. She had that determined look in her eyes. Yeah, that one. All she had to do now was say please and he’d be a goner. Shit, Sam wasn’t here and damned it, he was actually afraid to be alone with a woman. There was an uncomfortable feeling in his stomach, much like the one he got after drinking too much too fast.

“Dean, do you hate me?”

“What?” He struggled to not answer her question… Oh hell. “Why would you ask me that? Of course I don’t hate you. Sammy loves you and you make him happy.” Damn! Well, he refused to look at her, even if he couldn’t keep his mouth shut. Stupid chick flick moments. Please don’t ask me how I feel, pleasepleaseplease. His stomach rolled and he dashed for the bathroom.

When he emerged, Hermione was not in the kitchen, thank you God. Dean raced back outside and made sure he was busy for several more hours. About three o’clock, he finally had to give in to the growling of his stomach and thought to sneak back into the kitchen.

As he walked down the hall, Dean heard a piano playing and a voice singing softly along to what sounded like that emo crap Sam listened to. He didn’t know how she managed it, but Hermione had somehow been able to connect Sam’s iPod to the ancient Victrola from the attic. Heavy bass lines usually sounded pretty crappy so they never played his music in the house. This wasn’t too bad though. It stopped for a moment and then started up again from the beginning.

He drowns in his dreams

An exquisite extreme, I know

He's as damned as he seems

And more heaven than a heart could hold

And if I try to save him

My whole world could cave in

It just ain't right

Lord it just ain't right

Oh, and I don't know

I don't know what he's after

But he's so beautiful

Such a beautiful disaster

And if I could hold on

Through the tears and the laughter

Lord would it be beautiful

Or just a beautiful disaster?

He's magic and myth

As strong as what I believe

A tragedy with

More damage than a soul should see

But do I try to change him?

It’s so hard not to blame him

Hold me tight

Baby hold me tight

I'm longing for love and the logical

But he's only happy hysterical

I'm searching for some kind of miracle

Waited so long

He's soft to the touch

But frayed at the ends, he breaks

He's never enough

And still he's more than I can take

Dean stood rooted in the hall listening to her play that song over and over until the words were etched on his heart and he couldn’t handle it any longer. When he whirled around to leave, Dean spotted Severus at the end of the hall, watching him with a sympathetic expression. It wasn’t a good look for the man. He was holding a bottle of Jim Beam and offered it to Dean as he passed.

“I hate it when she listens to that shite.”

Dean didn’t bother to reply; he just tilted the bottle up and pulled on it long and hard. When he handed it back to the man, Dean said thanks and Severus laughed.

“You should fucking thank me. I’m using up my allotment of selfless acts for the next decade on you.”

Before Dean could ask him what the hell he meant by that, things went sideways and then dark.

Sam caught his brother before Dean could hit the floor and asked, “How long will the knockout part of this potion work?”

“A few hours. He had an empty stomach so it hit almost instantly. The aphrodisiac is timed to go into effect when the knock out potion wears off.”

Sam tilted his head toward the kitchen. “Did she really listen to that song over and over?”

“When she’s particularly upset about something, she listens to the most depressing shite she has… over and over. I can’t tell you how many music discs of hers I’ve blasted into oblivion because of it.”

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She stood in the shadows, watching the moonlight slowly reveal his bare form on the bed. The sheet barely covered the lower half of his body and Hermione was torn between want and guilt. She knew Sam approved and had in fact encouraged it. Hell, Sam had even arranged it for Severus to administer the potion to reduce his brother’s resistance to what they all wanted, but how could she take that step? To make matters worse, they couldn’t explain things to him yet and so she had the added remorse of causing Dean to feel like he was betraying his brother. She hoped he wouldn’t freak out about Sam being in the room. What a mess. Hands stroked down her silk covered arms and she realized her eyes had closed.

A small vial was placed in the palm of her hand and Sam murmured in her ear, “It’s from Severus, for tonight, I’ve had mine.” Without opening her eyes, she drank it down, releasing the vial into Sam’s grasp when she was done. Her eyes were still closed and Sam breathed into her ear again. “Open your eyes Hermione. Look at him.” Hermione opened them and gasped at the sight of what the moonlight had revealed now that it was at its nexus. He had shifted and the sheet had pulled away from his body, his erection standing proud in the soft light. Dean’s eyes had opened and they were watching her with sleepy confusion.

“Hermione, what are you doing here?” His hazy eyes widened as he watched familiar hands slide under the lapels of her robe and slip it off of her shoulders and down to the floor, revealing her bare form. “Did I fall asleep in your room? I’ll just go…”

Sam walked Hermione forward and for each step the advanced, Dean retreated on the bed. He adjusted the sheet over his lap as Sam sat on the bed and pulled Hermione down with him. He leaned against the headboard and pulled her into the ‘v’ of his legs, displaying her for Dean’s hungry gaze. Hazel eyes switched from Hermione to the open door and she raised her wand and pointed to his escape route and it slammed shut, the sound of the lock turning loud in his ears. Sam had been stroking her skin from the moment they sat on the bed and now Dean could hear his voice murmuring in her ear. It was too low for his hearing to make out, but what ever his brother was saying to her, it was having a visible effect. She nodded and Sam gently pushed her forward onto her knees and she moved toward him. Dean hadn’t noticed how graceful she was before. Probably because he avoided looking at her. He dropped his eyes to the bed even though his body was screaming at him.

“Dean.” Sam’s voice was soft but commanding. It was a tone Dean had never heard his brother use on him before and he looked up automatically.

“Look at her man. How can you not want her?”

“Not want her? Is that what you think?” Dean’s voice was strained as he struggled against the heat in his veins demanding that he bury himself in her soft body.

“I think you’re being a stubborn bitch. Hermione wants this as much as I do. She can be ours Dean. We can be a family, together.” Sam moved and was suddenly flush against her back and in his face and pulling them together.

Sam held his head still and Dean had no choice but inhale her breath has she exhaled. It was sweet with some indefinable scent and he couldn’t help but lean in and brush her mouth with his. The tip of her tongue touched his lip and he shuddered. Wide hazel eyes stared into hers and her voice caressed his ears. “You accept this, us as we are, together. There’s no going back from this.” Her tongue flicked out and ran along his upper lip, retreating when his came out. “What is your answer Dean? Do we take hold of the time we have together?” A shadow passed through his eyes and for a moment she felt sorry for their small deceit and then Sam let go of his brother’s head and squeezed her shoulder. His hand loosened and traveled down her chest to cup her breast, gently pinching her nipple as Dean’s greedy eyes devoured the sight.

She felt Dean’s hands ghost up her arms. His fingers were whisper soft as they trailed over her shoulders, up her neck to cup her face and he said, “Yes, God yes.” Still he hesitated and reached up to stroke her fingers through his hair. Hermione’s face took on an inner glow at his acceptance and her fingers moved over his face, her thumb tracing an outline of his lips. There was a flash of white and both Hermione and Sam gasped at the sight of Dean catching her thumb between his teeth, caressing its tip with his tongue. A wicked gleam shined brightly, turning his hazel eyes green with emotion.

She knew he had to answer her two more times to initiate the bonding ritual they would finish tomorrow and her voice was choked with desire as she asked again, “You must forsake all others for this union. Do you understand and accept this Dean?”

He looked puzzled for a second and Sam’s low voice answered him. “No other women but Hermione, Dean.”

There was a buzzing in his ears and he nuzzled her cheek. “Yes.”

The twin erections pressing into her were insistent and her breathing stuttered as Dean rubbed his against her stomach. Her voice was barely a whisper. “You will be mine alone, all of you Dean. Do you give yourself to this union?”

His grip on her head tightened as his pupils dilated impossibly wide. She didn’t think his penis could get any harder, but it did and she wondered if he was in pain.

His jaw was tight when he answered her. “God, yes. I want this. Yes, I want us all together. Yes, I forsake all others for you. Yes, all that I am is yours forever.” His eyes closed as he inhaled her arousal hanging heavy in the air. “Anymore questions? Because I have to say that I’m done talking.”

He closed the space between them and slanted his mouth over hers, his hands fisting in her wild hair. It was something he had fantasized about too many times. Pulling her head back, using her untamable hair as an anchor to expose her to his every whim. Her lips opened with a gasp and he possessed her mouth, exploring every part of it. It was a deep, soul demanding kiss, but Dean didn’t realize that it was Hermione doing the claiming. His ignorance was a necessity for the next fifteen days.

Sam’s hands were everywhere, winding her up to a fevered pitch as Dean devoured every gasp and moan. Long knowing fingers slid from her hip and down her backside to slide between the cleft of her cheeks and she pushed back against him, causing Dean’s erection to slide against her stomach. His growl sent shivers down her spine and she moved again, gasping as his thigh shifted and rubbed against her clit. Sam’s long fingers slipped in from behind and she keened into Dean’s mouth.

He let go of her hair and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her down to the bed, oblivious to anything but her and his need to make her his right then. In the back of his barely conscious mind, Dean knew Sam was still with them, but he also understood that this night was all about him. He fully intended to take advantage of that fact and fulfill several fantasies that had been torturing him for the last several months.

Those fantasies (of which there were many; Dean had a prolific imagination) would have to wait for the moment, because he simply could not delay things any longer. They landed and he slipped right into the ‘v’ of her legs, like he was always meant to be there. He rocked against her, swallowing her whimpers and shuddering as she ground herself against his length. He eased back to tease her breast and she tilted her hips, accepting him into her body like the answer to a prayer. He managed to seat himself deep within her without embarrassing the both of them and had to hold her still to regain some measure of control.

He felt the bed dip and turned his head to see Sam stretched out next to them. His eyes were hooded and a fine sheen of sweat glowed across his skin. Hermione grabbed Dean’s face and turned his attention back to her, dragging his mouth down to hers. She ate at his mouth with sharp nips and soothing strokes and he wanted to thank whoever taught her how to kiss. She seemed to know just what he liked, the sharp and soft contrasting was meant to drive him insane.

Hermione nipped his jaw as he pulled back and Dean plunged back into her with one hard stroke, his balls slapping her ass with the force of it. Her head whipped back and he would have enjoyed the view if he’d been able to keep his eyes open. From the sounds Sam was making, it was probably a beautiful sight. Dean was so very grateful that his brother was remaining quiet right now. That day he had watched Sam screw Hermione into the library floor had been an eye opener and he knew that any kind of sex talk would send her over the edge right now. If she went, Dean would go and he was holding on for dear life. He couldn’t put it off for long; the minute tremors caressing his shaft were a testament to that, but he was a hedonist and damned if she wasn’t a little bit of heaven after so much time in this living hell.

His hips were thrusting erratically and he latched onto her breast, nibbling and tasting before pulling hard on the distended nipple. The suction brought out a little fluid and it was sweet on his tongue and so he pulled again. Her womb clenched and he continued to nurse, her hand on the back of his head holding him to her breast. He moved to the other nipple and with each pull, her grip on his shaft increased. It was too much and Hermione raked his back in response, the welts rising immediately and Dean reared up, “Fuck! Oh god!” he felt a tremor build deep inside and grabbed her hips, pounding into her as she fell apart, her hands clawing at his arms “you’rekillingmegonnacome helpmeGOD!” as he followed her over the edge. Things went a bit gray around the edges for him and he barely managed to avoid crushing Hermione before collapsing.

He regained consciousness by degrees and his eyes popped open at the sound of a hiss and his brother’s voice calling to several deities. Dean’s gaze fell on the sight of Hermione bent over Sam’s cock. It was an arresting sight. His breath faltered when Sam gathered her hair, revealing her tongue tracing the vein on the underside of it before swallowing it down as far as she could without gagging. Dean was realistic; it was difficult for most women to take in the average cock, despite what pornographers would like you to believe. His brother was far from average and Hermione was doing to Sam exactly what Dean liked for himself and damned if he didn’t have another hard-on already.

Dean sat up carefully, not wanting to startle Hermione and crawled across the bed to kneel behind her. His hands glided across her back and she shuddered, her knees shifting open in a blatant invitation. Dean leaned over her back, his erection cradled in the cleft of her ass as he palmed her breasts, sure fingers careful as he tweaked and rolled her hard nipples. Her low moan caused a domino effect as the vibration wrenched a groan from Sam and her ass pressed back against Dean’s cock. Dean rained open mouthed kisses across her back, pausing at intervals to nip and taste. He could feel her moist heat against his balls and he tested her with his fingers, groaning as to of his finger slipped in easily. Sam hissed again, “Oh shit!” as she pulled off his length with a loud ‘pop’.

Hermione turned to look at Dean over her shoulder. “Stop messing about and fuck me already!”

Dean grinned at her. “Bossy! I think like it.” Yet another fantasy rose in his mind and he smirked. His eyes rolled up as she pushed back against him again. The fire built in his blood again and Dean had a faint thought that they might have dosed him with something. He opened his eyes again and she went back to work on Sam. Dean could see that his brother was so far gone, the kid was completely incoherent. With a wicked smile, Dean pushed inside her without further ‘messing about’ and choked as her inner muscles clamped down on his cock. He set a relentless pace and was proud to note that she had to stop her ministrations frequently to gasp and moan. It was just as before, if not more intense and once again he lost all sense of anything but Hermione. As his seed shot deep into her womb, he felt another soul deep tremor and wondered if he could fuck himself to death before his year ran out.

It was a pleasant thought and he drifted off to sleep spooning Hermione as she snuggled with Sam.

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