In His Defence
Watch
In his defense, John told him to watch over his little brother. Although he probably didn’t mean watch him, like he was the most fascinating thing in the world.
His long limbs, shaggy hair, stupidly large hands and brown eyes filled with pain and hope, all added up to something which Dean couldn’t take his eyes off.
“Dude...you’re staring again.” Sam’s voice broke into his musings. His smile was easy, knowing. Dean resisted the urge to throw something at him. Instead he stood, cupping Sam’s face in his hands, and brushed a thumb over his lower lip.
“Can’t help it.”
Wrong
In his defense, he hadn’t meant for this to happen, but seeing Sammy nearly die had been too much. He clutched at his brother, not willing to let him go, fingers twisting in his shirt, lips crashing against lips, tasting a faint hint of blood.
He kissed through the stiffness of surprise from Sam, and as Sam sagged against him and kissed him back, fingers trying to grasp short hair at the back of his neck, hips trying to get impossibly closer. He knows its wrong, in every sense of the word, but in his defense, he doesn’t really care.
Collide
In his defense, Dean had been goading him all day, almost as if he knew that Sam wanted to kiss him, but wanted Sam to make the first move. He whined at Dean, hauling the rucksacks out of the car.
“Life’s tough Sammy, get a helmet.” Dean missed the calculating look Sam threw at his back.
When Sam used his brothers’ weight to slam the door of the seedy motel room, plastered him self against him, a look of victory and satisfaction crossed Dean’s face before his eyes darkened, desire took over, two pairs of lips collided.
“About time you did that, Sammy.”
Comfort
In his defense, his older brother had been upset about something. Remembering what it was is irrelevant now because memories of lips against lips, skin on skin, heavy breathing and wicked gasps take over. Surprise had gripped him as he pulled his brother in for a comforting hug and missed. Whether by accident or not, their lips met. Tentative at first, just the briefest of touches. When the feeling of oh God, this is so right took over, fingers twisted in shirts lifting material over heads, hands reached for any area of skin uncovered, two heartbeats pounded in double time.
Nothing
In his defense, it had been far too long since he had seen Sam. Sneaking into his apartment had been the only way to initiate contact. Well it had been the only way to initiate “legal” contact. Because what he actually wanted to do was illegal in all States. He needed to tell Sam about Dad, not kiss him till he realized that he belonged to Dean. It had been the thought of seeing those brown eyes again which had spurred him on to drive all night, he told himself as he climbed in through the window, nothing to do with wanting to kiss him senseless…nothing at all.