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I was born at night, but it wasn't last night

Two days.

Two days Sam and Dean had been crashing in the guest bedroom upstairs and it hadn't taken him an hour to realize there was a weird tension in the air. He wasn't sure what was going on, but he figured it was only a matter of time until it came to the surface. Stubborn idjits... every time he tried to ask about it, they'd try to brush it off like it was nothing.

Must've thought he was blind or something.

Not that he had time to be wasting on their feelings right now. There were people being picked off in a town up north from where they were and they needed to figure out what the hell was doing it. Bobby's money was on a water wraith, but you could never be too careful.

He sat at his desk, reading over a few texts he had spread out across it and only giving passing glances to where Sam sat, pouring over his own book. Dean had been sent off for a dinner and booze run... and as far as Bobby was concerned, he was taking too damn long.

"You find anything?"

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He grins playfully when Sam pushes his jeans down. He takes that moment to step out of them, kicking them away. Hadn't put on boxers underneath this morning after his shower so all it took as slipping out of his shirt before he was entirely exposed in front of his brother.

And damn, but it felt like forever since they'd done this. "Don't worry, Sammy. I'll be good. Just tell me what you want."

Sam never ceased to be in awe of his brother's body. Sure, Sam is a little more built, but Dean is all lithe muscle and golden skin and everything Sam had ever wanted. He still plans to make good on his promise to memorize ever single freckle on his brother's body with his tongue. But that'll have to wait.

He's quick to strip out if his own clothes, no finesse in the action. He knows they don't have time for teasing.

"I'll take anything you wanna give me, big brother," he hums, kissing over his brother's chest.

Dean knew he wasn't a bad sight at all -- one area he definitely didn't lack confidence in. But Sam? Damn, Sam still took his breath away. he might not say it often, but Sam was amazing looking in his own right. Built, with all that stupid, long hair that Dean loves to tangle his fingers through... and that grin that'd light up his whole face.

Damn, when did he become a sap?

Couldn't lie and say that he hated hearing 'big brother' off those lips when they were like this. He steps forward and slips a knee on to the mattress, nudging at Sam to lay back for him. "Could think of a million things, dude."

Sam goes without a fight, laying himself out on the bed. It's half for comfort for his long limbs and half as a blatant invitation to his brother.

"I guess the real question is what we have time for," he says, propping himself up on his elbows.

"Not as much as I want," he answers as he leans over Sam, nuzzling against his neck and down his chest.

"But enough to maybe take the edge off for you, baby brother." He nudges at Sam's legs to get him to part them, pressing heated kisses down his brother's chest and stomach. Just wanted to touch right now, explore.

Sam shivers at that, legs parting obediently as he relaxes back against the bed. It was probably sick that he and Dean got off that much harder when they played on the fact that they were brothers, but Sam couldn't bring himself to care. It was always fucking hot when Dean called him baby brother.

"Not gonna leave you hanging," he argues. "Both of us have an edge to take off."

"Dude," he huffs out a laugh and looks up from his place on Sam's stomach. "Don't argue with your elders and wait your turn. Never said you had to leave me hanging, you know?"

Sam snorts at that. "You're four years older than me, Dean. That hardly makes you my elder." But Sam makes no move to shift positions or defy his brother. He doesn't really want to, honestly. Not with Dean's breath running across his abs, hot and moist.

"I'm your elder brother, Sammy... gotta be nice to me," he answers, smirking. He nips playfully at Sam's stomach before trailing kisses down his stomach.

"And gotta listen to me when I say stay still for me."

At that, Sam relaxes even further into the bed, body going still. He's still a work in progress when it comes to not reacting to his brother, but he knows Dean gets off on seeing him try. So he does. He thinks he's getting better, honestly, but it's easier with actual restraints.

He does get off on it... though now, it's practical too. They don't need Bobby coming up here because the bed springs are noisy and protesting. He takes his time to tease at the skin just under Sam's navel before he finally reaches his cock.

He licks from base to tip slowly, eyes darting up to watch Sam.

Where Sam would normally groan, there's a quiet rush of air. He knows they can't risk calling attention to themselves, so his normally loud, responsive self is replaced by a quiet, motionless one. His fingers twitch a bit, but it's a marked improvement on what would usually be his hips bucking upward and a hand in Dean's hair.

One hand slides up to grab at one of Sam's hands, squeezing it gently as he tangles their fingers. Sappy, but he can't resist. He slowly wraps his lips around Sam's cock and slowly takes him in deeper. He sucks around the head, tongue teasing at the slit there.

Sam uses the hand on his as an anchor. He puts every would-be moan, every almost-writhe into a gentle squeeze of his brother's hand. It's incredibly effective. Sam hardly makes a sound, and the only movement is his hand briefly tightening in Dean's.

He takes Sam down deeper, sucking harder around him and working his tongue along the underside of his cock. They don't have the time to play around, as much as Dean would like to see how long he could drag this out, tease Sam.

There's a minute, barely-there buck of his hips, so small and brief that the bed barely manages a creak of protest.

"God, Dean," he whispers. It's fast and dirty and perfect, and the buildup isn't going to let him last long. But he figured that's a good thing.

His eyes darted up to watch Sam at that buck, eyes crinkling up in a smile his mouth is too occupied to give right now. It's perfect, all of this is perfect. They shouldn't do this, not under Bobby's roof, but he can't say no when Sam is beneath him like this.

It'd be a disaster if Bobby came in their room right now, if it really happened, but just the thrill of getting caught? Had Dean so damn hard, it was hard to think.

Sam's muscles start to quiver as he gets closer and closer, hand squeezing his brother's in warning. This close, Sam doesn't trust himself to speak. With their luck, he'd end up screaming that he's close, and there'd be no explaining that away to Bobby.

Dean squeezes Sam's hand in return at the warning, sucking him down deep. He worked his tongue around him, swallowed rhythmically around the length. This had to be one of his favorite things, Sam coming apart underneath him, and the taste of him on his tongue... The heat and the weight of his cock... it was perfect.

It doesn't take long. It feels like it's been forever since Dean touched him. He comes apart easily beneath his brother, impressed with how quiet the groan that leaves him is.

His breathing is a pant as he comes down, tugging gently on Dean's hand in an attempt to get him to come up to his level.

Dean swallowed around Sam as he came, letting out a low groan at his taste. He shouldn't have, but damn was it hard not to. Sam was coming apart underneath him, trying so hard to keep quiet...

When he's tugged on, he moves slowly up Sam's body. he stretches out along the length of him and smiles down. "Fun, Sammy?"

Sam pulls Dean into a kiss, not at all bothered by the taste of himself on his brother's tongue.

"'s my turn," he murmurs, biting gently at his lower lip.

"Yeah, yeah." He wiggled in against Sam a little, unable to resist getting a little friction.

"Want me to lay back, Sammy?"

Sam doesn't answer, gripping his brother's arms and flipping them, pinning Dean to the bed. Younger or not, Sam has height and weight on his side.

"I don't know," he muses, grinning.

Dean lets out a noise when he's turned and pinned, squirming under Sam. Not to really get away, just to feel the thrill of having all that weight and muscle pressing down on him.

Damn, that was pretty hot.

"You got me, Sammy... whatcha' gonna do?"

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