Wow I haven't written anything in like…forever.
I wrote this on Live Journal as a "write-a-fic-in-comments-section" thingy.
This really could have come out as porn but I don't write Da' Nasty so just use your imagination if that's your angle.
BTW, I do have two awesome stories in my head that I will be putting together in the near future so wait for that!
As some of you say 'I'm just borrowing them.'
Pssh… you guys know I don't own shit
"Dean, come on
man. You're not thinking straight!"
Sam reasoned as he
placed one of the two motel-issued chairs in front of himself, and
walked backwards, running into the table.
"I mean, your reaallyy going to feel like an idiot later man, not to mention you're probably going to kick my ass under the circumstances..."
He mumbled the last bit to himself as he shuffled quickly to the left and jumped over his bed, his back to the night stand as Dean approached from the front.
"Come on Sammy..." Dean practically cooed, sending uneasy shivers down Sam's spine and racing through his limbs.
"Shit. Man. I'm just gonna-" Sam jumped right, over Dean's bed and sped towards the door.
Grasping the chromes knob Sam was suddenly sent sprawling as pounds of Big Brother tackled him from behind and the floor rushed up to hit him harshly in the face. The cheap shagged rug immediately leaving a tingled burn on his cheek and arms.
"Damn it Dean!! Get off!" Sam shouted and began buckling under Dean's weight.
A noise somewhat a keen to a soft rumble emitted from Dean, and he relaxed enough so Sam hopped a little against the ground and he sent his arms to intertwine his younger brother.
"UGH!" Sam groaned in frustration as he finally relaxed and began to slightly hit his head against the rug in anger against this whole damn situation.
Sam could feel Dean's smile against his back.
Prick.
"Dean...Dean! Let me at least get up while you fucking smother me you ass!" Sam pleaded slightly, becoming instantly uncomfortable in many ways, from being underneath his brother.
Suddenly Sam was sent upwards and clockwise as Dean rolled over and now Sam laid side by side against his brother, while said brother latched his arms around Sam's torso and squeezed tightly.
"...if I wasn't so uncomfortable with you
hugging me Dean, I swear... there would be pictures of you hugging
every single fucking thing around you. I would shove you into the
bathroom until you fucking spooned the GOD DAMN TOILET!"
Sam
screeched as he tried to shuffle away from his octopus of a
brother.
"..."
Suddenly the locking around his lungs disappeared and Sam was shoved harshly half-way under the bed as Dean suddenly bolted from the floor.
"Dean?" Sam's voice called out, muffled by the fallen comforter over his head.
"...Sam..." Dean said in a shaky tone.
"I
swear to God Dean, you have got to stop flirting with every thing
that BREATHES. I'm sick of you getting cursed every other month!
Hell! You as a car I could deal with... turning into a girl? FINE!
But the ones where they involve you and your "unresolved
feelings of 'really' needing a hug for stability?" Sure... NOT
FOR 24 HOURS!!!"
Sam yelled as he darted across the room,
passed a stunned Winchester and slammed the motel room behind
him.
"..."
Dean rubbed his arms and sat on the disheveled bed.
"Yeah, but it's usually worth it to see you get frazzled Sammy-boy." he laughed to the empty room.
The End
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