Prompt 354 - Mummy - Mummies and Sex - Slashluv18 - Supernatural

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Title: Mummies and Sex
Fandom: Supernatural
Prompts: #354 – mummy
Warnings: incest, slash
Pairings: Dean/Sam (Established)
Rating: R
Word Count: 683
Summary: Dean and Sam all on a case that includes a living mummy. At the same time, Dean wants something from Sam.
Disclaimer: Don't own 'em - not making any money off 'em. Dern it.

"Is it really a mummy that's coming alive and mummifying these people?" Sam asked, aghast at the very idea.

Dean shrugged. "I've never seen anything like it myself, but there are wraps at the crime scenes and the type of wrap is from ancient Egypt, used specifically for the act of mummifying."

"But still... mummies? Is there anything in dad's journal about mummies coming alive?"

Dean was thumbing through the old book. "No, doesn't seem to be, but that doesn't mean anything except dad just didn't come across one."

"I guess, but after researching, I haven't been able to find any similar cases that happened in the past."

Dean shrugged. "It all has to start somewhere."

Dean and Sam continued to search for a way to kill a mummy that's alive and kicking, all the while stealing glances at each other.

A sound coming from Dean made Sam look in question towards his brother/lover.

"I'm getting nowhere." Dean grumped before brightening. "Let's have sex instead." He waggled his eyebrows invitingly.

Sam licked his lips, tempted, but thinking about the mummified bodies stomped down the need. "Case first, sex second."

Dean walked over to where Sam was at the table. "You sure?" he whispered. Dean licked Sam's lips before meshing their mouths together.

Sam groaned as he undid Dean's pants, pulling out the thick arousal.

As their tongues dueled, Sam's hands rubbed, causing his brother to moan into the kiss, hips snapping in time to Sam's hands. Sam used the precum to make it easier going, twisting his wrist just right. It wasn't long before Dean released in Sam's hands.

Dean panted into Sam's parted lips before Sam lightly pushed Dean away. "Research break is over. Now get back to work." Sam said authoritatively.

"What about you?" Dean asked, smirking at the obvious bulge.

"Unlike some people, I have self-control. Go back to work." Sam said with a superior smile.

When Dean's back was to him, Sam quickly adjusted his pants so it wasn't quite so uncomfortable.

Minutes passed; the only sound was Sam tapping his pen. When the continuous tap, tap, tap stopped, Dean looked up, waiting as Sam reread something.

"I think we might have been looking at this the wrong way. Listen to this.

'J. Arald claims to have seen an oak tree burying people alive in soil before she ran away in terror. She now resides in a psyche ward.'

An inanimate object came alive; doing something to people that was done to their kind. I bet if we go further back, we would find similar cases."

"But a mummy was once a person. That's why I thought maybe a ghost of the person originally mummified."

"With mummies being centuries old, they could be considered objects, not deceased people." Sam pointed out in his all knowing voice.

Dean nodded, rolling his eyes. "Let's go with this theory then. What made different objects come to life then kill. Something has to be controlling them."

"Could be a curse or a spell."

Dean nodded. "Maybe a witch?"

"Let's go look around the last crime scene. Now that the police have cleared out, we might be able to find something helpful."

Sam and Dean would figure out within the next week that a witch masqueraded as a curator who worked at the museum where the mummy was kept.

The brothers had the culprit. She had some good mojo, but the brothers had faced worst and she was soon no more.

They had gone to a bar near their motel for celebratory drinks and got nice and drunk.

When they began to paw each other, they left. Dean struggled with the key in the door of their motel as Sam nibbled the back of his neck.

They laughed as Dean finally got the door opened. Sam pushed Dean down onto the bed, face down. As Sam shucked off his shirt, Dean flipped in order to look at his brother.

Dean's eyes were heated with lust as he looked at Sam toned stomach.

Sam smirked. "You wanted sex? Now you're getting it." And he pounced.