Title: Day 5
Author: tarotgal
Fandom: Supernatural
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Not my characters. I wish they were mine. I definitely don’t get paid for this.
Summary: On a boring stretch of road, Sam finds a special way to stay entertained thanks to Dean's sneeze fetish.
Notes: Written during my 12 Ficlets in 12 Days in 2022-23 project project for Anonymous

“Okay, so get this,” Sam said, studying the map he had unfolded entirely so that it nearly spanned the length of the front seat. “Up ahead is some sort of scenic overlook.”

Scenic overlooks weren’t uncommon on roads originally built to cater to tourist traffic. The Winchesters had been known to stop at them whenever they could, eager for a chance to stretch their legs and take in a sight they maybe had never seen before while others sped on by, oblivious to the wonders around them. But they were most often found on roads that wound up or down mountains, affording a stunning look at a valley or historical wonder below.

The land around them here in this part of the midwest was flat. It was flatter than flat. It was so flat they could see for miles in each direction without even getting out of the car. The sights on this roadside might be scenic, yes, but in no way might they be called an overlook. 

“What?” Dean seemed just as confused as Sam was about this. 

“Just what I said. There’s supposed to be a scenic overlook coming up on the right in about seven miles.” 

“That can’t be right.”

“It’s what the map has.”

“Then you read the map wrong.”

Sam lowered the map with a dramatically loud crumple of paper. “Dean, I’ve been navigating since I was three years old. I know how to read a map.” 

“Obviously you don’t,” Dean laughed. “Is that even for the right region? Sure you’re not looking at New England or…” He trailed off. Up ahead on the right side of the road was a big brown sign with bright white letters that read: SCENIC OVERLOOK: 5 MILES.

“Told you so.” It was nice to be proven right once in a while. Dean was older. Dean had been hunting longer. Dean always thought he knew everything. And, granted, Sam still didn’t know how there could possibly be a scenic overlook out here, let alone one so stunning it warranted both a road sign announcing it and a mention on a map. But the fact that one existed was now no longer up for debate. 

Which was a pity, really. They could have used more arguing to fill the time. This was one of the longest drives they’d had in years, crossing almost the whole country to get from one hunt to the other. And it was also one of the most boring. Sam had done his fair share of napping, but you could only sleep so much, especially when you were sleeping next to an equally bored brother and inclined to wake up with pens or spoons or straws sticking out of your mouth.     

After a few more minutes, a SCENIC OVERLOOK sign came into view, and Dean and Sam exchanged looks. They didn’t even need to discuss it, however. Dean put his blinker on to take the turnoff and Sam folded up the map properly. As soon as the Impala was in park, they both got out to take a look.

“Well, that’s something you don’t see every day.” Dean sounded genuinely impressed.

Sam couldn’t blame him. In all their years on the road, he’d never seen anything quite like this before. 

The scenic overlook was at ground level, which was strange enough. But, even stranger, was that, about fifteen or twenty feet beyond the parking area there was a steep drop off into a chasm. It was only about ten feet deep, and it was likely man made, but it was enough so that you were looking down from above at an entire town.

It wasn’t a regular-sized town, of course. It was a town sized appropriately for butterflies. There were butterfly-shaped benches lining a town square with a butterfly topiary in the center. There was a butterfly-sized town hall with a butterfly-shaped wooden front door. There was a bookstore with books in the shop window all about butterflies and a movie theater with movie posters and a marquee showing movies all about butterflies. There was a butterfly car wash, a butterfly tailor, a butterfly general store, and a butterfly bakery. Their favorite, though, had to be the butterfly bar with a neon sign in the window advertising nectar shots. 

Just as impressive as the tiny town, however, were the rows upon rows of brightly colored orange, yellow, pink, and purple flowers set up to attract potential town guests. Those were encircled by a thick ring of flowering butterfly bushes. Best of all, from their spot on the edge of the so-called scenic overlook, Sam and Dean could see dozens–maybe even hundreds–of butterflies passing the time there. 

“These guys migrate, right?” Dean asked. 

Sam nodded. “They’re probably taking a short break here as they’re passing through.” 

“Kinda like us,” Dean said with a smile. 

“Just like us,” Sam agreed, rubbing his nose. All these flowers were gorgeous to look at, but they were starting to make his allergies act up a little. “Should we get going?” 

“Yeah. We need to make good time today if we want to get to California tomorrow.”  

They lingered another minute or so, as if to commit the scene before them to memory, then hit the road again.

According to the map, it was a straight shot on this virtually empty road for another couple hours. Dean put on one of his cassettes, singing along while Sam considered taking another nap. Except every time he closed his eyes and tried to drift off, his nose bothered him. He rubbed at it, which usually helped when his nose got all itchy. But this time it just kept tickling this light, fluttery tickle he couldn’t seem to shake. 

Pretty soon, it was starting to annoy him that he couldn’t get rid of it. Sam was officially out of ideas except just to make himself sneeze. It wouldn’t have been such a big deal if Dean hadn’t been in the car. Sam would probably get out that bottle of cheap gas station cologne, take a few whiffs to induce, and sneeze out whatever irritation was bothering him. Then he’d take an allergy pill and be good to go for the rest of the day. But there was no subtle way to ask his brother to stop the car so he could pop the trunk and make himself sneeze. There wasn’t even an easy way to say that word in front of Dean. One hint that Sam needed to sneeze, and Dean’s pupils were blown and cock was hard. 

Except there had already been a couple hints, hadn’t there? Sam had sniffed a few times to see if that might draw the sneeze out. And Sam had certainly been pawing at his nose a lot, rubbing it with a finger, with the side of his hand, pinching it at the bridge, massaging his nostrils… and Dean hadn’t noticed. 

They were going to be on this long, dull road for hours yet today, so Sam decided seeing how far he could push Dean would be an excellent way to pass the time.

He relaxed and tried to urge the tickle on. Sam’s sheer willpower was good for a lot of things, but it didn’t really make much of a difference to his allergies. Still, left alone, the tickle started to intensify. He felt his eyes starting to prickle. He felt his breath starting to catch. He closed his eyes for a slow count of ten then opened them towards where the sun shone in through the passenger window. The urge to sneeze was sharp and sudden, surprising even Sam somehow. “Eh heh hehtchoo!” 

He felt the car jerk slightly to the side and heard a mumbled “fuck!” from the driver’s side as the car jerked back again. Sam opened his eyes, staring straight forward as if absolutely nothing out of the ordinary had just happened. Because it had just been a sneeze. A perfectly normal sneeze. Sam had allergies and sometimes those made him sneeze. No big deal. 

In fact, it was such a not big deal, he’d prove it right now by sneezing again. This time, he didn’t even have to look at the sun for help. After one sneeze, the tickle was right there in the part of his nose where it made him feel constantly sneezy. “ehh eh…” His breaths were quick but shakey. “Ehh eh hehh hehhhhh…” And just when he thought maybe he wasn’t going to sneeze after all, he did. “Hehkchoo!” 

Dean breathed out hard. And even though Sam stared straight out the windshield when he opened his eyes, he could feel Dean’s eyes cut over to him. He was trying to figure it out, trying to guess if these were just a few ordinary, isolated sneezes or if there might be more of them to come. He was anticipating without getting his hopes up. Or maybe he was hoping while knowing he had to keep to his timetable on the road. Or maybe he just wanted to make sure his brother was all right. “You okay, Sammy?” 

Sam could tell him he wasn’t. Sam could tell him it was an allergy attack. Sam could tell him that all those flowers had made him feel so damn sneezy he almost couldn’t stand it. Sam could tell him he was probably going to sneeze and sneeze and sneeze some more if he didn’t get his allergy meds out of his bag in the trunk. But Sam said none of these things. Instead he gave a casual shrug. “Sure. I’m fine.” Though the truth was he was much more than fine. He was amused. He was entertained. And he was curious. How long until Dean got frustrated enough to pull over on the side of the road? There was only one way to find out. 

It took a few moments for the constant tickle to build back up again into something strong and urgent, making him gasp helplessly, taking over his body. “hahh… hah-ehh…”

“Sammy?”

Sam knew there was no way he could reply now, but he tried anyway. “Y-ehhh yeah ehh hehh hehhhhh ahh De… De-ehhhh! Ehh! Ahh! Ahhhktchooo!” He gave a little sniff, and the sneezy feeling struck almost immediately. “HEHShoo!” He sniffed again and settled back calmly against the seat. “Yeah, Dean?” 

Dean worried his bottom lip between his teeth before replying with a soft, “Nothing.”  

From the way Dean shifted in his seat and tapped his fingers against the steering wheel, Sam knew it wasn’t nothing. With every sniffle, Dean grew more agitated, more restless. He cut quick glances over toward Sam every time Sam’s breath hitched, anticipating what might follow. And he was rarely wrong. 

“Hehh-Hehshoo!” 

Dean leaned a little to the right. 

“Ehhh hehh-EHShhoo!”

Dean reached down and plucked at the bulge in his jeans. 

“Hehh sniff hehh ehhhhhKtchoo!”

Dean ran a hand over his short hair.

“Hehhh EHShhh! HEHShhhoo! HIHShooo!”

Dean let his left leg bounce up and down. 

“Hehhh ehhhhh eh-eh-ehhhhh-Ehschoo! Hehshoo! Hehshuhh! HEHShooo!”

Dean let out a deep breath he’d been holding and then, keeping his eyes fixed on the road, he whispered hesitantly to Sam. “Was it the flowers back there?” 

Sam rubbed a couple fingers alongside his tickling nose and nodded. “Yeah. They’re making my allergies go berserk.” 

The words were barely out when Dean uttered a quiet, guttural, “Fuuuuuuuuck!” 

Having to work hard not to smile, Sam continued. “I just can’t sniff help it. Can’t stop sn… sneh-eh-ehhhhh-ehhh-HEHShoo! Heeishoo! Sniff! Can’t stop sneezing.” 

Dean plucked at his crotch again then swiped the back of his hand across his damp brow. 

“Ehhh ehhh-IHShooo! Hihshooo! Hehh-hehshoo!”

Dean glanced into the rearview mirror, as if he suspected the flowers were following them. They might as well have been for how ticklish Sam’s nose still felt. “Should we, ah, stop and get your allergy medicine out?” 

Sam noticed he didn’t ask if Sam wanted to take the medicine, just if they should get it. Sam wondered if he’d even realized it, his need to take care of Sam dueling internally with his need to get off. If he kept sneezing, Sam knew exactly which would win that battle, and he couldn’t do that if he took those pills. “You said we have to make good time. We can’t ahhh-afford to stoh-stop-hahh hahhhhhh hah-SHOO! Hehshoo! Hehkshhhhhhhh! Right?”

Dean shifted in his seat again. His hand gripped the steering wheel so tight it shook almost imperceptibly. “R-right.” 

If they’d been able to continue along in silence, Dean surely would have been able to get it together, to calm himself down, to keep his mind on the road. 

But Sam hadn’t been exaggerating when he’d said he couldn’t stop sneezing. “Hehhh ehhh-Shuhhh! Sniff! Hehhh hehshoo! Sniff! HIHShoo! Sniff! Hehh hehhhhhhh hehhhhhhhh heh eh eh ehhhh-HIKchoo!”

Dean cupped one hand to his crotch and squeezed tight. “That’s it. I’m pulling over.”

Sam shook his head, sniffling. “Oh, but Dean, we have to get to California by tomorrow.” 

There were no other cars around, so Dean didn’t even bother signaling as he steered the car onto the strip of dirt that passed for a shoulder of a road out here in the middle of nowhere. “We can still make it. This’ll just take a minute.”

“A minute?” Sam raised his eyebrows at this.

Dean shifted in his seat. “Given how damn turned on I am right now, a minute’s being generous.” 

Despite the elation Sam felt in doing this to him, Sam put on a pout and his best, most irresistible puppy dog eyes. “Yeah, but it would take me longer. You’re not planning to give me any satisfaction?”

Dean wasn’t a fool. He saw right through what Sam was doing, what Sam had been doing this whole time. “The only satisfaction you’re getting is knowing you drove me crazy enough to stop and jerk off.”

Sam smiled. “Jerk.”

Dean tumbled and scrambled over the front seat into the back of the Impala. “Call me whatever names you want. Just get your sneezy self back here before I lose my mind.” He unbuttoned and unzipped, shoving his jeans all the way down to his ankles only seconds before Sam climbed into the back via the door and settled himself on the floor. 

He knelt between Dean’s legs and rested a cheek on one of Dean’s hot thighs. “All hahh all right,” he exhaled, his voice breathy and rising in pitch. “Get hahh get ready! I’m goh-guhhhh aahhh hahhh-gonna–”

Dean didn’t even last long enough for Sam to sneeze again. It definitely wasn’t even a minute.