Title: Dean in Vegetarian Hell  (A Food Fic)
Author: softbluebuddy
Pairing: Dean/Sam
Rating: R
Word Count: 3204
Beta: carinas_carinae

Summary: This is what happens when Dean and Sam are invited by a client to a garden party at an organic restaurant and Dean becomes disappointed when he realizes there is no meat being served at the party and Sam tries to convince Dean that eating vegetarian is an option. Sam of course has an uphill battle convincing Dean to try any of the food, and Dean tells Sam he is in Vegetarian Hell. But Sam has a very clever idea to get Dean to change his mind and give it a try.
 

Dean in Vegetarian Hell

You would never in a million years think that Dean and Sam would be at a garden party at an organic restaurant and gardens.

Well, that is what happens when you successfully thwart a paganistic earth mother demon thing and save an elderly lady named Mrs. Olsen. The boys showed up at the garden party and the first thing Dean noticed were the waiters circulating with trays of food. Since Dean was always about the food, this was a good thing.

Stopping a waiter Dean looked at the food on the tray and wrinkled his nose and waved the guy off turning to his brother, “Sam, what is this crap?”

“What’s the matter, Dean?” says Sam chomping on a few raw veggies that he’d grabbed off the tray before Dean had waved the waiter away. “These carrots and stuff are great. I heard this place serves organic stuff they pick earlier in the day.”

“Come on, Sam. Where’s the meat? Bunch of vegetarian freaks.” Dean muttered.

Sam looked at his brother with a sly grin. Going to school at Stanford in Palo Alto helped him develop a varied palate. He liked all kinds of foods, including organic fruits and vegetables.

“Dean. Seriously, dude, this stuff is great. You really should give it a try.”

“But Sammy, there needs to be meat. I’m starving, dude.”

“You know you are a bigot. What do you have against vegetarians?”

“Don’t pull that crap with me Sam, there is just something unnatural about people who don’t eat meat. Bunch of pagan goddesses and Earth Mothers, anyway.”

Just then Mrs. Olsen, their client, an older lady in a flowing colorful skirt with long grey hair stopped near Dean and Sam, putting her hand on the older brother’s arm. “Did you say something dear?”

Sam smiled at Dean’s obvious discomfort, but decided to help his big brother out, “Oh, no, ma’am, he was just saying how much he was enjoying the selection.”

A waiter stopped with a tray of something that Dean was tempted to turn up his nose at but couldn’t because the old lady was still standing there and he didn’t want to upset her.

The waiter put the tray right in front of Dean and said, “Herbed goat cheese on endive leaves sir?”

Dean, not seeing any graceful way out of it, gingerly reached forward and grabbed one of the offered items. He looked at it and then popped it into his mouth expecting it to be awful and started chewing.

‘Wow,’ thought Dean. The explosion of flavors in his mouth was tremendous. The creaminess of the goat cheese and the blend of the herbs combined with the crunchiness of the endive leaf were amazing.

Dean’s eyes actually closed for a moment as he experienced this food and his mouth was very happy, as was Sam, watching the transformation on Dean’s face.

Dean opened his eyes and they were actually a little blissed out and noticed the waiter was just about to move away from their small group.

“Hey, you. Hang on a sec. Let me have a couple more of those things. They’re delicious,” Dean said to the waiter who was just getting ready to move off with the tray.

Dean grabbed two more of the appetizers and the waiter moved off.

Sam barely suppressed a laugh but smiled indulgently at Dean. As much as Dean loved food and eating in general he figured it was just about getting Dean to try new things. He hadn’t had the same opportunities that Sam had being at Stanford.

As they grew up they ate tons of processed food and Dean still ate many of his meals micro-waved from convenience stores on back roads throughout America.

Dean just hadn’t been exposed to the bounty of fresh, non-processed food that Sam had.

The old lady, Mrs. Olsen, moved off to visit with some other guests leaving Dean and Sam alone.

Dean was licking his thumb because a little of the goat cheese had gotten on it.

Sam watched his brother’s tongue cleaning his thumb.

“Dean, you are so sexy when you eat. Dude, I could watch you eat all day.”

Dean smiled at his little brother, “Sammy, glad I can entertain you.”

“Oh, you are entertaining me all right. You know what I want you to do, Dean? I want you to try one of everything and I want to just watch you learn about foods that are other than meat or processed crap. I think you’ll enjoy it.”

“Come on, Sam, just ‘cause I ate that damn goat cheese thing don’t think I’m gonna eat all this crazy stuff.”

“Dean, if you just keep trying the stuff until you come across one you don’t like then you can stop. Deal?”

“I don’t know…” Dean replied to Sam, trailing off at the end.

“What are you afraid of? The worse thing that’ll happen is you try one thing that you don’t like and you stop.”

“But there isn’t any meat in this stuff.” Dean almost whined.

“Geez, Dean, get over it. Just try it and don’t be such a pussy.”

“Okay, Sam. Okay. But I don’t want to eat any tofu.” Dean finally agreed but with a provision.

“No tofu, then. And I’ll even help you pick the best ones,” Sam told Dean with a smile. “Let’s not just wait for the waiters to come around. They have a huge buffet set up. Let’s go get some plates and then sit on one of the benches I saw in the garden.”

Dean looked at his brother, “Okay, but I was thinking we could just go get burgers when we leave here.”

“Dean, you are so predictable. I promise that if you are still hungry when we leave we’ll pick up burgers or pizza on the way back to the motel.”

Sam led Dean toward the big buffet smiling at the ladies on the way. Reaching the huge table Sam grabbed some plates and handed one to Dean.

“Look, let’s get a little of everything,” Sam said as he started loading his plate.

Dean didn’t move. He just eyed the table suspiciously.

“Now what?” Sam said as he paused in putting something on his plate.

“Dude. Are you sure this is food? Sam, there’s flowers on here.”

Laughing, “Yeah, it’s food. There are edible flowers. They don’t really taste like anything. It’s just for looks. Grab something to eat. I never thought I’d have to encourage you to fill up a plate.”

Dean sucked it up and put a little of everything on his plate, grabbed a fork and a napkin and followed Sam to a bench in a shady and secluded part of the garden.

Sam set down his plates, “Give me your plate, Dean.”

“What? I’ll eat it.”

“I know you will. I’m gonna feed it to you. No, I don’t need your fork. This is mostly finger food.”

As Dean listened to Sammy tell him he’d be feeding him with his fingers, his dick immediately became interested. Even if he didn’t care about the food, having Sam’s fingers in and near his mouth sounded like a winner. But he had to put up a token resistance, “Sam, I can feed myself, dude.”

“Give me your plate, Dean. Now.” Sam told his brother firmly, brooking no further argument.

Dean acquiesced and handed Sam his plate. They straddled the bench facing each other and Sam selected an item, and as he brought it toward Dean’s mouth said, “Open up, baby.”

Hearing Sam call him baby made Dean’s stomach flip flop but he didn’t want to give it up too easily and he clamped his lips together.

Sam stared his brother down with his hand near Dean’s mouth, “Now, Dean.”

Looking at Sam staring at him with that look that showed he had better not argue with him, Dean broke first and opened his mouth.
Sam smiled. “Good boy,” and slid the morsel into his mouth trailing his fingers over Dean’s plump lower lip.

Dean first enjoyed the feel of Sam’s finger on his lip, then the flavor of what Sam had put in his mouth hit him as he slowly chewed. He wanted to keep looking at Sam but his eyes closed reflexively giving complete attention to the flavor.

Finishing the bite, Dean opened his eyes and met Sam’s smiling eyes. Sam asked Dean, “Did you like that or should we go get burgers?”

“Yeah, I liked it. I’ll try something else though, but what was that?”

“Stuffed mushroom.”

“Was good. More please.” Dean said in anticipation of Sam picking something else for him to try.

Sam smiled at Dean then looked at the plate and made his next selection, “Open up. I think you’ll like this one, too.”

This time Dean didn’t argue and just opened his mouth. Sam put the little piece of toast with a thin slice of mozzarella cheese, shredded basil and sliced tomato to Dean’s mouth and told him to bite it because it was too big to eat all at once.

Dean did exactly as he was told opening his mouth and then sinking his straight white teeth in and biting the morsel in half. Sam took his hand away from Dean’s mouth and made to eat the other half, when Dean caught Sam by the wrist, looked him in the eye and shook his head. Swallowing, Dean brought Sam’s hand to his mouth, opened and took in the other half of the bread, cheese and tomato and closed his lips over his brother’s fingers, sucking on them as Sam pulled them slowly from between lips shiny with tomato juices and olive oil.

Dean maintained eye contact with Sam as he chewed and swallowed, “Mmm, that was good. What was that one?”

“Toasted bread with mozzarella, basil, tomato, and olive oil. You liked that? It looked good, I was gonna eat the other half until you stopped me. It’s okay though, you seemed to enjoy it and I can get more later,” Sam told Dean.

Sam couldn’t help it, as he finished telling Dean he could get more, Dean’s lips were still shiny and he had a better idea about getting a little taste. He looked around, but as they had picked a secluded spot, there was no one else in sight.

Sam raised his hand to the back of Dean’s head and pulled Dean toward him as he leaned in and licked Dean’s shiny lips and sucked on the plump lower lip and moaned as he tasted the combination of the food and Dean.

Dean couldn’t help it. He leaned into Sammy’s kiss and let him set the pace. Sam was an awesome kisser and he seemed determined to lick and tease and suck on his lips, and only then slid his tongue just inside Dean’s mouth.

Dean reciprocated by teasing Sammy’s tongue with his own, opening wider and angling his head in such a way to give his baby brother the best possible access to his mouth.

The plate of food sat forgotten on the bench between their straddled legs and their bodies that were leaning toward each other, now all but devouring each other’s mouths. They were both breathing through their noses and kissing each other fervently, Sam’s hand still on the back of Dean’s head and Dean cradling Sam’s face with one hand on either side of it. They were almost beyond caring that anyone would see them, but realization must have hit them both at the same time that they were sitting in a public garden at this restaurant that had many people there attending Mrs. Olsen’s garden party.

They simultaneously broke the kiss and leaned their foreheads together still breathing hard.

Sam interrupted the silence. “That was good. Tasted like what it was and you. I think I got the better end of the deal there. Still wanna keep going, Dean? Try some more stuff, or you wanna go get a burger, or even better yet, since you are so carnivorous, forget this food and go get a big steak.”

Dean’s initial impression was, ‘Yeah, let’s go get meat;’ then he thought about what he had eaten so far and how good it was, but even better was his Sammy feeding it to him with his fingers, then kissing him stupid in the shady corner of the garden. He was really turned on by the whole situation, and Sam had been right: even though there was no meat in this food it was very, very good. The food somehow tasted lighter and cleaner than eating a burger.

Dean didn’t know what he meant by that thought about it being cleaner, but it just seemed so fresh and full of flavor that, despite his carnivorous tendencies, he was actually enjoying the food as much as having Sammy feed it to him. And, there wasn’t much chance that Sam could feed Dean with his fingers in a steakhouse.

“No, Sam. I like to finish what I start and we still have a half of a plate left that I don’t want to waste. Let’s try something else. We can still stop later if we are hungry.”

“Good. I was hoping you’d say that. We have several more things to try.”

The boys sat in the garden for quite some time, sharing the food of the earth and enjoying the sharing of it with each other, the fingers and suckling and kissing and tasting each and every little bit.

After eating a few more items that were more of the miniature type entrees, Sam asked Dean if he was ready for dessert.
Dean responded by asking if they had pie.

Sam had to laugh at that, “Nope. No pie, but you get enough pie when we eat regular food. I got some fruit and some little tarts with fresh raspberries with white and dark chocolate shavings on them. Let’s eat the fruit first and save the raspberry tarts for last.”

“Sounds good to me,” Dean said as he watched Sam reach behind him and bring up a plate with colorful fruit and desserts on it. Dean had never thought of food as pretty before, but the explosion of color actually was just that: pretty. Not that he would actually say so out loud, but it was a fact he couldn’t ignore. It made his mouth water in anticipation.

Sam looked at the plate and back at Dean and then selected a plump, ripe strawberry that already had the stem removed. He brought it to Dean’s mouth and ran the berry over his lips and then said, “Open, okay? But just a bite, not the whole thing ,” Sam’s idea was to see the strawberry juices on Dean’s lips and he wasn’t disappointed.

Dean had closed his eyes to savor the flavor of the berry and before he could open them again Sam’s mouth and tongue were on his, enjoying second hand the juices from Dean’s lips.

They both moaned at the sensation but broke the kiss so that Sam could give him the rest of the berry. This time Sam didn’t wait for Dean to finish chewing. He closed his mouth over his brother’s and sneaked his tongue inside to taste and steal some of the strawberry from Dean.

My god, the sensation of eating and mashing a strawberry together between them was positively sinful. They were both throbbing in their pants, their cocks were rock hard and straining at the denim, but they kept their contact to their mouths and their hands above the shoulders.

They both knew better than to push it because there was no way that they would be able to take any action of a more sexual nature here, and they knew that would just have to wait. But they were seriously enjoying this sensual eating and licking and kissing experience, and the fresh flavor of the food only enhanced their arousal.

“Mmm. Sammy, so good.”

Sam smiled indulgently at Dean. “I knew you would like it, Dean. I had no idea how hot this would be. I know that I told you I could watch you eat all day, but damn, I really didn’t know how hard I’d get just watching you and kissing a strawberry out of your mouth.”

“Me, too, Sammy. Me, too.”

“You ready for more?”

“Oh, yeah. What other fruits do you have?” Dean asked Sam.

“There are raspberries and blueberries and blackberries and more strawberries. Close your eyes and I’ll give you one at a time and see if you can tell me what you’re eating.”

Dean closed his eyes and opened his mouth, laying his tongue just barely on the threshold of his lower lip, almost as though he were an altar boy waiting for communion.

Sam selected a ripe blackberry, and placing it on his own tongue he leaned in and transferred it to Dean’s mouth, repeating the mashing process they did with the strawberry, both of them enjoying the fruit and kissing.

Finishing the berry, Sam leaned back and asked Dean, “Well, any idea what kind of berry that was?”

Dean laughed, “You’ve got to be kidding me. There was a berry there?”

Sam laughed back, “Yeah, there was a berry there. Was awesome, huh?”

“Totally awesome. Dude, having you feed me like this is making me so fucking hard and all I wanna do is take you back to the motel and open you up with my tongue and tease your hole open and sink my fat cock into your ass. Sam, you with me?”

Sam looked at Dean, cock throbbing in his pants and nodded his head in agreement.

“Well, you wanna eat some more, or you ready to head back? We can go tell the old lady good bye and maybe even get a box to put the rest of this fruit and stuff in and we can eat it later after I fuck you into next week. Whaddaya say, Sammy?”

Sam swallowed and smiled. He’d had no idea how erotic it would be feeding Dean but he was definitely on board with Dean’s plan. “Sounds good to me, Dean. Let’s get the hell out of here.”
 
“Hey. Sam…”

“What?”

“Just because this wasn’t the vegetarian hell I expected it to be, don’t think I’ve given up on burgers and crappy food, okay?”

Sam smiled at his brother as he put his arm across his shoulder as they headed to make their goodbyes and said, “I never thought that you had.”