K this was written like forever ago so um I hope you enjoy it? :)
Sam and Dean were seated on a park bench in some nameless town. Sam's head was resting on Dean's shoulder, asleep with light snores on occasion. Dean was staring down at him with one arm wrapped around him and a small smile lighting his face.
He couldn't be anymore content than he was at that moment. Earlier that day their father had walked in on them necking like the teenagers they were. They had both been scared of what his reaction would be. John played it off like it was an ordinary thing and admitted to knowing for a while. He was okay with them being together so long as it wouldn't effect their hunting.
A spark lit up the sky and Dean heard the low hum of everyone counting down to the new year. He shook Sam lightly and laughed when he just groaned and turned his head into Dean's jacket.
"C'mon Sammy. You were the one who wanted to stay up just to see this." Dean smiled and carded his hand through Sam's messy hair.
"You know, we could be inside watching the fireworks. Where there's heat and a soft bed." Deans lips tickled Sam's ear and he shivered.
"Are you trying to seduce me?" Sam asked, opening his eyes and looking up at Dean. He had a dirty look in his eyes. He leaned down and captured Sam's lips in a searing kiss.
Sam pulled back when the need for air became impossible to ignore. His cheeks were flushed and his lips bruised.
Dean's watch beeped and fireworks began exploding above them.
"Happy New Year Sammy." Dean whispered and kissed him again softly.
"Happy New Year Dean."