They meet in the middle, where the motel bed's mattress already dips low, the bed itself rolling them one against the other. They start and they finish together, aligned with Dean's head tucked up under Sam's chin and Sam's ankle hooked around Dean's.
God, it's been a long time.
For a moment, there's just this, hovering in time, hands settled light and uncertain on a hip, on the edge of a shoulder blade, at the small of a back.
They meet in the middle, no telling who started and who came second, but it doesn't matter. Dean's lips touch Sam's, and Sam's his, and their arms know what to do now. Grabbing on and holding tight, sealed breath to breath, never letting go.
God, it's been a long time.
For a moment, there's just this, hovering in time, hands settled light and uncertain on a hip, on the edge of a shoulder blade, at the small of a back.
They meet in the middle, no telling who started and who came second, but it doesn't matter. Dean's lips touch Sam's, and Sam's his, and their arms know what to do now. Grabbing on and holding tight, sealed breath to breath, never letting go.
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