Disclaimer-I'm very shocked to find out that I don't own Supernatural, but Jared and Jensen are very lucky that I don't.
'Son of a bitch!' was the only thought running through Dean Winchesters head. The motel room in Statesville North Carolina was filled with the smell of mold and dust, causing Dean to lay awake in his bed. The scratchy cheep sheets and empty stomach didn't help either.
They had stayed in plenty of nasty rooms with stained sheets before, but this one took the cake. It was small and cramped, with no room for even a kitchen. The beds were no more than a foot away from each other. Dean could practically feel Sam's breath on his neck.
'I could reeeaaally go for some pie… I don't want to get up…' Dean sat in bed, staring at the wall, for thirty minutes until a brilliant plan popped into his head. A plan so brilliant, he could get both of the things he wanted. His Sammy and some pie.
Starting his plan, Dean crawled over into Sam's bed, lying as close as he could to his brother. "Sammmmmmehh," Dean whispered into his younger brothers ear. Sam moved in his sleep but made no recognition of hearing him. The elder Winchester tried again, but got the same response.
Frustrated, Dean resorted to plan P. Poking Sammy until he wakes his lazy ass up. Poke…. Poke… poke poke…poke poke poke. POKE!
"WHAT!" Sam yelled, turning towards his annoying older brother. Sam watched Dean's facial expression changed from shocked to sly.
"Get me some pie Sammeh."
'Sammeh' sat there staring at Dean, looking at him with pure disbelief. "… What? No. Get your own pie."
Dean blinked a couple times, looking at Sam with faux innocents. "Sammeh… please." Anybody who thought that Sam was the only one with the puppy-dog-eyes-of-doom was wrong. It was a trademark of all Winchesters. Dean chose to use it at times like this.
Sam stuck to his answer, once again telling Dean "No." Dean smirked, this was exactly what he wanted. Using his hunter reflexes to his advantage, he flipped his little-big brother onto his back and crawled on top, straddling him.
Sam's eyes widened comically, and got impossibly bigger when Dean pinned his hands to the bed. Deans sly smirk and predatory eyes set him on edge.
"Listen here baby boy, you're going to get me some pie or else." At the or else Dean waggled his eyebrows. Sam's nervous gulp was practically audible. "' Or else' What," Sammy asked, his voice cracking when he spoke.
Dean's sly smirked widened to one that would make the Cheshire cat jealous . Leaning down, Dean captured his Sammy's lips is a soft kiss. Dean's tongue traced the outline of Sam's unresponsive lips. The touch of Dean's tongue shook Sam out of his revere. He opened his full lips to allow Dean entrance.
Dean pulled back, letting a gentle smile grace his face. "Sammeh, if you go get my pie, there will be more where that came from." At that confession, the younger Winchester jumped out of bed and threw a pair of pants on.
When the door slammed shut, Dean let an evil smirk take over his face. His plan had worked. He got his Sammy and his pie. Life was perfect.
A/N: Yes we know this was a crack fic, but you can't blame us, we came up with it while falling asleep.
Lauren: Wincest is awesome, but it's too bad I can't write it worth a craaaaap.
Kassidy: I agree but this was pretty awesome you get a Dean shaped cookie!
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