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Title: the heat
Author: captainswank
Pairing: le wincest
Rating: PG!!!
Words: ~950
Summary: For a prompt on tumblr: "Underwater Kiss." Goofy fluffy poop.
It's stupid hot out and even though his baby is pumpin' out the A/C like mad, it's not really cutting it. Dean feels like every inch of his exposed skin is melting into the sticky upholstery of the car, and when he glances at his brother he feels double shitty 'cause Sam's practically drowning in his own sweat over there. The whole thing is pretty ridiculous, and it's not even like it’s worth risking death by heatstroke or whatever when they don't even have a new case lined up. So Dean drives on but keeps his eyes peeled; pulls over when he they finally pass another one. Sam emerges warily from his little heat coma, flicking his hair and consequently a whole bunch of sweat off of his face, which hits Dean who’s right there in the splash zone.
“Wh-Stopping? Hhh?” Sam’s barely comprehensible because it’s really too hot to even talk, but Dean gets him.
“It’s gross in here and you’re gross in here so we’re gonna go for a goddamn dip in the goddamn lake,” Dean declares, and puts her in park down a bit closer to the water. This gets a big smile from Sam which in turn almost gets Dean to forgive the weather. Almost. Sam is such a goof about shit like this, always has been, and Dean smiles himself as he watches Sam sort of fall towards the water while he whips off his clothes.
There’s no one around for a bajillion miles but it wouldn’t fuckin’ matter if there was. Dean opts for a more controlled descent down to the edge of the water, stripping down to his boxers while Sam cautiously slides forward into the freezing lake that’s cold and dark and deep. Dean hears each little inhalation Sam makes as the shock of the water hits every new inch of exposed skin. What a little shit. Dean knows there’s only one way to do this thing. It’s like a band-aid.
“Fuck!” Sam sort of splutter-yells it because there’s water in his mouth and eyes, and Dean and his fucking cannonballs, and-
“My hair, you fuckin’ asshole, you know how long it takes to fuckin’ dry-” Sam pushes at the water in front of him with his giant’s fucking strength and sends a tsunami over to Dean, who now has water in his mouth ‘cause he was laughing so hard at his waterlogged little brother at whom he is now splashing back with all his might, ‘cause this is a battle, this is a fucking war, and Sammy’s going down-
Down because Dean knows Sam has the upper hand when it comes to water velocity or whatever the fuck, so he does the only thing left to do, jumps on Sammy’s back, arms around his neck. Underwater wrasslin’, now that’s where Dean’s gonna come out on top, where he’s manoeuvring around trying to get a good hold, trying to dunk his brother’s head under just like the old days. It’s a scuffle and there’re arms and legs everywhere, they’re sinking and they’re fighting and finally Sam throws Dean off and they’re face to face down under the lake.
Dean opens his eyes and sees his brother, crystal clear - the lake, the lake is crystal clear. He sees his brother with his tendrils of brown hair almost glowing in the light that’s streaming into the lake, like some king of cheesy bullshit halo, his brother’s bulky arms and shoulders, all tanned dark from this summer, this weird fucking awkward summer (man, it’s a good thing Dad made sure they could hold their breath for like two minutes), this fucked up summer where Dad let them borrow the car and go off and hunt with each other for two whole months. Where it was just Sam and Dean and this pervasive sense of strangeness as they drove and fought and laughed and, and, and swam and felt warm around each other.
He sees his brother and sees his brother looking back and their faces are really, really, weirdly close together and suddenly Sam’s like right there and their lips are touching.
And they’re both thinking something like, I can totally pass this off as like, oh, I noticed you were running out of air so I, like, but it sort of stops there ‘cause then they’re not thinking anything at all. They’re sharing air and rubbing red lips together in the blue-green lake and they feel their skin get all prickly and shivery because, well, the lake is so cold.
Dean briefly considers the benefits of dying like this but soon they’re back up on the surface. There’s a brief pause where they make some abreviated eye contact, but then they’re back to more wrestling and roughhousing ‘cause that’s probably a good idea, another option they could go with later, like oh yeah we were just doing some manly brotherly fighting and stuff and our lips touched. (Shut up!) So Dean ends up draped across Sam’s back and they’re both heaving for breath that’s too far gone to catch. Dean holds onto Sam’s neck, lays his head on Sam’s shoulder and closes his eyes as Sam carries them slowly up out of the water. When they get up closer to the impala he drops Dean unceremoniously down onto the soft grass and gets a half-assed kick in the shin for it, though Dean protests no further and closes his eyes, spreads his limbs.
Sam starts to breathe again and eases himself down on the warm grass beside him, and they let their bodies dry in silence while the golden sun sinks down into the lake.
Author: captainswank
Pairing: le wincest
Rating: PG!!!
Words: ~950
Summary: For a prompt on tumblr: "Underwater Kiss." Goofy fluffy poop.
It's stupid hot out and even though his baby is pumpin' out the A/C like mad, it's not really cutting it. Dean feels like every inch of his exposed skin is melting into the sticky upholstery of the car, and when he glances at his brother he feels double shitty 'cause Sam's practically drowning in his own sweat over there. The whole thing is pretty ridiculous, and it's not even like it’s worth risking death by heatstroke or whatever when they don't even have a new case lined up. So Dean drives on but keeps his eyes peeled; pulls over when he they finally pass another one. Sam emerges warily from his little heat coma, flicking his hair and consequently a whole bunch of sweat off of his face, which hits Dean who’s right there in the splash zone.
“Wh-Stopping? Hhh?” Sam’s barely comprehensible because it’s really too hot to even talk, but Dean gets him.
“It’s gross in here and you’re gross in here so we’re gonna go for a goddamn dip in the goddamn lake,” Dean declares, and puts her in park down a bit closer to the water. This gets a big smile from Sam which in turn almost gets Dean to forgive the weather. Almost. Sam is such a goof about shit like this, always has been, and Dean smiles himself as he watches Sam sort of fall towards the water while he whips off his clothes.
There’s no one around for a bajillion miles but it wouldn’t fuckin’ matter if there was. Dean opts for a more controlled descent down to the edge of the water, stripping down to his boxers while Sam cautiously slides forward into the freezing lake that’s cold and dark and deep. Dean hears each little inhalation Sam makes as the shock of the water hits every new inch of exposed skin. What a little shit. Dean knows there’s only one way to do this thing. It’s like a band-aid.
“Fuck!” Sam sort of splutter-yells it because there’s water in his mouth and eyes, and Dean and his fucking cannonballs, and-
“My hair, you fuckin’ asshole, you know how long it takes to fuckin’ dry-” Sam pushes at the water in front of him with his giant’s fucking strength and sends a tsunami over to Dean, who now has water in his mouth ‘cause he was laughing so hard at his waterlogged little brother at whom he is now splashing back with all his might, ‘cause this is a battle, this is a fucking war, and Sammy’s going down-
Down because Dean knows Sam has the upper hand when it comes to water velocity or whatever the fuck, so he does the only thing left to do, jumps on Sammy’s back, arms around his neck. Underwater wrasslin’, now that’s where Dean’s gonna come out on top, where he’s manoeuvring around trying to get a good hold, trying to dunk his brother’s head under just like the old days. It’s a scuffle and there’re arms and legs everywhere, they’re sinking and they’re fighting and finally Sam throws Dean off and they’re face to face down under the lake.
Dean opens his eyes and sees his brother, crystal clear - the lake, the lake is crystal clear. He sees his brother with his tendrils of brown hair almost glowing in the light that’s streaming into the lake, like some king of cheesy bullshit halo, his brother’s bulky arms and shoulders, all tanned dark from this summer, this weird fucking awkward summer (man, it’s a good thing Dad made sure they could hold their breath for like two minutes), this fucked up summer where Dad let them borrow the car and go off and hunt with each other for two whole months. Where it was just Sam and Dean and this pervasive sense of strangeness as they drove and fought and laughed and, and, and swam and felt warm around each other.
He sees his brother and sees his brother looking back and their faces are really, really, weirdly close together and suddenly Sam’s like right there and their lips are touching.
And they’re both thinking something like, I can totally pass this off as like, oh, I noticed you were running out of air so I, like, but it sort of stops there ‘cause then they’re not thinking anything at all. They’re sharing air and rubbing red lips together in the blue-green lake and they feel their skin get all prickly and shivery because, well, the lake is so cold.
Dean briefly considers the benefits of dying like this but soon they’re back up on the surface. There’s a brief pause where they make some abreviated eye contact, but then they’re back to more wrestling and roughhousing ‘cause that’s probably a good idea, another option they could go with later, like oh yeah we were just doing some manly brotherly fighting and stuff and our lips touched. (Shut up!) So Dean ends up draped across Sam’s back and they’re both heaving for breath that’s too far gone to catch. Dean holds onto Sam’s neck, lays his head on Sam’s shoulder and closes his eyes as Sam carries them slowly up out of the water. When they get up closer to the impala he drops Dean unceremoniously down onto the soft grass and gets a half-assed kick in the shin for it, though Dean protests no further and closes his eyes, spreads his limbs.
Sam starts to breathe again and eases himself down on the warm grass beside him, and they let their bodies dry in silence while the golden sun sinks down into the lake.