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Yet another post-skin!fic...
“You know, I thought my family was bad... but yours. Yours is just monumentally fucked up isn’t it, Sammy?”
Dean grinned.
"Oh yeah. *Very* fucked. Heh. Appropriate term, eh?"
Sam glared at the floor and pulled at the ropes "Shut up."
"Oh yeah... you were just kids, right? I mean, that's pretty 'normal' isn't it? Well... *you* were. I mean, he was 16. He knew it was wrong. Feels real bad about it. Especially when he remembers how good it was. Goes and gets drunk and screws some woman whenever he can't stop thinking about it. Wonders if that's why you left him. Really tries to forget."
Dean leaned in close to Sam's ear, "But y'know? When he's wacking off? He's thinking about *you* Sammy. Always you. His little bro."
"It's funny, he'd do *anything* to protect you."
Dean pulled his shirt open, and stroked down his chest, and put a hand on his groin (cock?) through his jeans
"And he's just been trying so hard to protect you from himself."
Dean grinned and grabbed Sam's cock harder "He wants this you know... so bad."
Sam looked away, disgust on his features, even as his hard-on got stronger.
"You want it too."
"Shut up! You are not Dean."
"Oh, but I am... trying to convince yourself?" Dean laughs.
"You *know* it's Dean who wants to touch you like this, because I?"
*Sam is reflected on the big knife Dean is holding*
"I just want to cut you *up*."
"So," Dean cocks his head, "What's it gonna be?"
“You know, I thought my family was bad... but yours. Yours is just monumentally fucked up isn’t it, Sammy?”
Dean grinned.
"Oh yeah. *Very* fucked. Heh. Appropriate term, eh?"
Sam glared at the floor and pulled at the ropes "Shut up."
"Oh yeah... you were just kids, right? I mean, that's pretty 'normal' isn't it? Well... *you* were. I mean, he was 16. He knew it was wrong. Feels real bad about it. Especially when he remembers how good it was. Goes and gets drunk and screws some woman whenever he can't stop thinking about it. Wonders if that's why you left him. Really tries to forget."
Dean leaned in close to Sam's ear, "But y'know? When he's wacking off? He's thinking about *you* Sammy. Always you. His little bro."
"It's funny, he'd do *anything* to protect you."
Dean pulled his shirt open, and stroked down his chest, and put a hand on his groin (cock?) through his jeans
"And he's just been trying so hard to protect you from himself."
Dean grinned and grabbed Sam's cock harder "He wants this you know... so bad."
Sam looked away, disgust on his features, even as his hard-on got stronger.
"You want it too."
"Shut up! You are not Dean."
"Oh, but I am... trying to convince yourself?" Dean laughs.
"You *know* it's Dean who wants to touch you like this, because I?"
*Sam is reflected on the big knife Dean is holding*
"I just want to cut you *up*."
"So," Dean cocks his head, "What's it gonna be?"