A/N: Hi people! This story is intended to be a collection of one-shots about Sam and Dean. There's going to be a lot of smut involved here, and maybe a little angst while we're at it—and plenty of Wincest. So, if you don't like it, then please don't read—and don't flame me either. Thanks!

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Part One: Boots

...Sam's hands fisted in the thin cotton bed sheets of their motel room as Dean's hips slammed into him...

The moment they'd arrived and stowed their weapons, Dean had been in the mood for a ride, and a long one at that.

He'd forced Sam to his knees and pressed his face to his crotch, and had to bite back a groan when Sam eagerly nuzzled his erection through the fabric of his jeans.

"Wan' me to? "Sam mumbled, his teeth already nudging at the zipper.

"Please." Dean had rasped, his hands tangling himself in his younger brother's shaggy locks. That was all the encouragement Sam needed. In a matter of seconds, his warm, moist mouth had wrapped itself around his throbbing hard-on.

"…Sammy…"

His breath hitched in his throat as Sam's experienced tongue worked wonders over him.

Dean allowed Sam to have his way for a minute more before he decided to take back control. He forced himself to take a deep breath before he gently, but firmly pushed Sam away from.

"Bed." He growled. "Now." He added, when Sam proceeded to pout instead of following his command.

"Clothes off." Dean demanded as Sam slunk his way over to their queen sized motel bed. "You've got ten seconds, that's it, or I swear to God I'll take you dry."

Sam swallowed what appeared to be a witty retort and finally did as he was told. He hefted himself onto the bed. His long, lean-muscled body shifted gracefully until he was comfortable.

His thick, swollen cock bobbed invitingly between his legs. It was practically begging to be touched.

While he may not have been able to see Dean from his position facing away from him on all fours, he could certainly still hear him. And from what he could tell, Dean hadn't moved a muscle since Sam made his way to the bed.

"Did I wear you out already?"

Still no response. Sam allowed himself another stretch, and this time he felt Dean's calloused hand as he caressed the sensitive skin of Sam's shaft.

"On your back."

"Whaa—?" Sam murmured through his lust filled haze.

Dean's momentary grip on Sam's balls turned painful.

"I said on your back Sam."

This time he complied with no hesitation.

"Spread your legs."

Again Sam complied, completely exposing himself to Dean's hungry gaze

"Oh yeah…" Dean purred, his voice little more than a dark rumble in his chest. "God you're beautiful, Sammy. Touch yourself for me."

"…Mmmm…but I want you to touch me, Dean."

"I will baby boy, don't you worry." He assured as he finally set about removing his own clothing. "But right now I want to watch you."

He sighed.

"Alright," Sam conceded as one of his large hands slipped in between his thighs to stroke his engorged cock.

Dean bent to remove his boots, but ceased his movements when he was met with a protest from Sam.

"What, damn it?" He growled, one hand still toying with the laces.

Sam smirked and propped himself up on his elbow.

"Leave them on."

END

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~Galaxystar