A/N: Hey everybody, this is a birthday present for one of my friends. Teehee. This is for you Gwen~!
Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural. Sadly. If I did, oh the slash.. yay slash!
Sam helpd Dean into the motel. The hunt was over and Dean had been celebrating a little too hard at the bar. Luckily Sam had been able to stop his brother from bringing back a hooker and making Sam get another room for the night.
Sam helped him strip down and into the shower to help sober him up. Just as he was about to leave he heard a mumble. "What'd you say Dean?"
Dean was leaning against the curtain rod, water dripping from his chest. "I said, don't go."
Sam turned around with a furrowed brow. "Why not?"
Dean motioned for his baby brother to come closer. Sam did, a little more than slightly wary.
Dean crushed his lips against Sam's. Sam's mouth tasted like mint and a little Jack Daniel's.
Dean groaned with frustration as Sam moved back. "What the hell Dean?"
Sam was confused. This had to be the alcohol, Dean was so... straight. He shouldn't get his hopes up.
Sam walked out, leaving a frustrated Dean. Dean followed his brother, stumbling over to where Sam lay on the bed. "Bitch, I'm serious. I want you, naked, right now."
Sam's eyes widened. "No, no, no, Dean you're drunk. This is the alcohol talking."
Dean punched the wall. "Dammit Sammy! This isn't the alcohol! I'm barely drunk you bitch! I only acted like that so you would join me in the bathroom and strip me! I want your fucking ass NOW!"
Sam was shocked, even as Dean lowered his wet naked body over him and kissed him furiously. He finally snapped out of his daze and returned the kiss passionately, not caring whether this was a one night thing or not.
Dean stripped Sam of his clothes quickly, resorting to rip some of the layers off. Sam grunted angrily, knowing he'd have to replace those pants later. Dean drug his brother into the bathroom and into the shower. He pushed Sam into the wall and used soap as lube and slid a finger into the bitch's tight ass. Sam groaned softly, wrapping a leg around Dean's hip to give him better access.
Dean prepared his brother and slid his cock into him. Sam gasped, his nails digging into Dean's biceps, some sense coming to him. "Wait, Dean, we can't."
Dean glared at him, "Shut up bitch. I know you want this now shut the fuck up and take it like a man!"
"How can I take it like a man with your dick up my ass?"
"Don't make me get a jock strap and gag you. Shut up and enjoy it... Bitch."
Sam glared. "Jerk."
Dean grinned wickedly, bent on making sure this would be a hunt Sam would never forget.
Sam groaned from where he was, cold and wet on the shower floor. Dean was gone and he was sore. He stood up painfully. He went into the bedroom and got dressed. He ran a hand through his wet hair with a sigh. Dean came into the room with breakfast. "Morning sleeping beauty, want some coffee."
Sam nodded with a smile. He should have known Dean wouldn't have been there the morning after. It would've been such a chick flick moment.
