A/N: Okay…I scare myself. That is all.
Disclaimer: I don't own it.
Their lips touch briefly, just for a heartbeat and Dean can feel Sam trembling underneath him, pinned to the bed by his elder brother's weight with his wrists held tight above his head. So beautifully helpless and at Dean's mercy, wide hazel eyes fresh with innocence that no full grown man could possibly have.
"You want this," Dean whispers as their mouths brush together again, shifting his weight a little so he's more comfortable. "We both know you want it Sammy." Sam just lets out a soft whimper, salty tears filling those eyes and dripping down his pale cheeks. "It's alright, I'm gonna take care of you just like I promised." It's the same old script every time and Dean doesn't really understand why Sam insists on sticking by it after all these years. They both know that what Dean says is true. Even when Sam tells him no and whispers soft pleads to stop Dean knows it's just part of the script.
Dean knows Sam wants it.
Even if Sam doesn't.