Dean's Dilemma
Dean's hand was busted and bruised. He couldn't grip Sam's hair as usual. Sammy seemed to realize this and lightly touched Dean's hand, bringing a slight gasp from Dean.
"Sammy" Dean whispers.
"Shh, I know." Sam whispers back, bringing his lips down to Dean's ear.
"Thanks for taking out that Wendigo before it got to me" Sammy follows up the statement with a flick of tongue against Dean's throat.
Dean groans. He can feel Sammy's hand creeping down his arm to his waist. Sam undoes the belt buckle and pulls the belt, hard.
"You know I'd never let anything hurt you" Dean barely gets out.
"I think it's time to stop talking now....." Dean trails off as Sam unbuttons and unzips his jeans. Sam reaches into his pants.
"I love it when you don't wear underwear."
"Always be prepared, that's a hunter's motto." Dean states.
"I think that's the boyscouts." Sammy
"What.....umph........ever" Deans states as he is flung down on the bed.
Sam just looks at Dean as he is sprawled out on the bed. He loves his brother so much. It was a pretty close call with the Wendigo earlier. He had only a split second to register any surprise when Dean came around and kicked the Wendigo's ass.
A smile comes across Sam's face. Dean looks up at him quizzically and then returns the smile.
"Come here" Dean says.
Sam rips off his shirt, and slowly, almost painfully slow, unzips his pants and drops them to the floor.
"The boxers too"
Sam drops the boxers to the floor anticipating his next move.
He slowly bends down to the bed resting his knees between Dean's legs. Sliding his hands up the sides he reaches Dean's waist.
Dean grabs Sam's forearms and slides his hands up to his elbows, keeping Sam's hands in place. Dean looks at Sammy, like really looks at him.
How can I love someone so much, Dean thinks.
Sam's hands follow his contours down to his dick. His brother's big hands graze over it, teasing him.
"Sammy" Dean whispers.
"Shh, I know." Sam whispers back, bringing his lips down to Dean's ear.
"Thanks for taking out that Wendigo before it got to me" Sammy follows up the statement with a flick of tongue against Dean's throat.
Dean groans. He can feel Sammy's hand creeping down his arm to his waist. Sam undoes the belt buckle and pulls the belt, hard.
"You know I'd never let anything hurt you" Dean barely gets out.
"I think it's time to stop talking now....." Dean trails off as Sam unbuttons and unzips his jeans. Sam reaches into his pants.
"I love it when you don't wear underwear."
"Always be prepared, that's a hunter's motto." Dean states.
"I think that's the boyscouts." Sammy
"What.....umph........ever" Deans states as he is flung down on the bed.
Sam just looks at Dean as he is sprawled out on the bed. He loves his brother so much. It was a pretty close call with the Wendigo earlier. He had only a split second to register any surprise when Dean came around and kicked the Wendigo's ass.
A smile comes across Sam's face. Dean looks up at him quizzically and then returns the smile.
"Come here" Dean says.
Sam rips off his shirt, and slowly, almost painfully slow, unzips his pants and drops them to the floor.
"The boxers too"
Sam drops the boxers to the floor anticipating his next move.
He slowly bends down to the bed resting his knees between Dean's legs. Sliding his hands up the sides he reaches Dean's waist.
Dean grabs Sam's forearms and slides his hands up to his elbows, keeping Sam's hands in place. Dean looks at Sammy, like really looks at him.
How can I love someone so much, Dean thinks.
Sam's hands follow his contours down to his dick. His brother's big hands graze over it, teasing him.