Disclaimer: I own nothing. Thanks to Kripke and Crimson1 for letting me play in their sandboxes.

A/N: This will be a series of moments dealing with the "stolen kisses" alluded to in Crimson1's Incubus, Chapter 19. They were plot bunnies I just couldn't ignore or get out of my head. Yes, I do have her blessing. Do you need to read Incubus first? Probably not for these, but it is an absolutely amazing story, so you should read it because you really owe it to yourself!

There be slash ahead, so if that isn't your thing – turn back now….

Dean was falling.

He was sure he'd been asleep and then something had slammed into his back and he was falling. He didn't fall for long, but it did hurt. At least a little.

He was momentarily disoriented until a familiar voice both grounded him in reality and unsettled him.

"Dean?" It was Sasha's voice, a breathy whisper, and it was coming from somewhere above him.

Dean realized he was lying on the floor between the two beds. Sasha was on one, and he and Sam had been forced to share the other when they had arrived late to check in and the motel hadn't had a cot for them to use.

Sam. That explained how Dean had ended up on the floor. Dean sighed. That explained the blow to the back: Sam's feet. Dean was going to have to re-think his brother's nickname, maybe Thrasher or Thumper instead of Sasquatch.

The room was dark. It was obviously still the middle of the night even if Dean couldn't see the clock from his current position, but there was light from the parking lot spilling in around the curtains, so Dean could see Sasha peering over the edge of his bed.

Dean looked up into the incredibly blue pools of his friend's eyes. Sasha was smiling down at him, his chin resting on his folded arms.

"Pretty funny, huh? Next time you sleep with him," Dean snarked.

"Now, Dean. You know he's not the Winchester I want to sleep with," the grin turned wicked and heat burned in the blue eyes.

Dean shivered involuntarily. Shoving his hands underneath himself, he shoved up into a sitting position which placed him at eye-level with the incubus, making him feel a little less vulnerable. It also meant that he could feel Sasha's breath ghosting on his face and neck.

Sasha raised his head off of his arms and one hand reached out to brush through Dean's short hair and cup the back of his neck, drawing the two together.

Dean allowed himself to be drawn towards the full and enticing lips in front of him, his brother momentarily forgotten.

Sasha's soft lips caressed his gently. Sasha's tongue ghosted across Dean's top lip and then did the same to his bottom lip, causing him to shiver again. He was suddenly aware of gooseflesh being raised on his arms. His neck was warm, really warm, under the gentle caress of Sasha's hand there. The warmth was mirrored by a warmth that was growing in his gut.

Dean pressed into the kiss, deepening it and tasting every crevice in Sasha's mouth. Dean's hand came up and swept into his beautiful crimson hair, pressing their lips tightly together.

Sasha's tongue darted in and tangled with Dean, slowing his somewhat frantic probing. The kiss slowed and became more gentle. The pounding of his heartbeat in his ears gradually lessened letting Dean take in his surroundings again. He was suddenly aware of his brother's breathing coming from the bed behind him.

Dean broke the kiss with a bit of a gasp as he heard Sam's breathing become lighter as if he was waking. Dean's head moved within Sasha's light touch to look behind at his brother on the bed. Sam was lying on his side facing his brother, the easier to have kicked him out. Sam's eyes were still closed. Dean breathed a sigh of relief; Sam was clearly still asleep.

He turned back to Sasha with a smile playing at the corners of his mouth.

'Slow, remember," he breathed. Sasha's face was still merely inches from his own.

"I remember," Sasha's voice was low, the growl almost showing through, but he released Dean's neck, his fingers ghosting along the line of his jaw as he drew his hand back.

Dean rolled to his knees and gripped the edge of Sasha's bed, leveraging himself up, finding himself bending over Sasha as Sasha rolled to his back.

It wasn't a conscious thing. He just couldn't help himself and before he could over think it and stop himself, he bent over and kissed Sasha – just a quick good night-type kiss. Almost, but not quite chaste, cuz let's faceit, Dean was starting to be honest with himself, there is no such thing as an entirely chaste kiss between guys.

Sasha's eyes widened in surprise and when Dean stood up and looked down, Sasha was smiling up at him.

"Sweet dreams," Sasha breathed and it was Dean's turn to smile as he turned and climbed back into the bed with his brother.

Dean punched his brother and was answered by a grunt.

"Roll over, damn it, Sam. And stay over there," Dean growled.

Dean settled down into the bed with a satisfied glow still spreading throughout his body. He heard Sam's breathing deepen again and heard a gentle snore begin.

"Dean?" Sasha's voice caressed the air between them.

"Hmmm?"

"Just for the record? I would never kick you out of bed."

A/N: I have another moment written (a shower will be important…) and two more planned, but if you have your heart set on a specific locale for a stolen moment – let me know – I'm planning on 7 kisses – one for each day between Dean and Sasha's coming to an understanding and Sasha's going to visit his aunt… And I do have the back seat of the Impala covered….ahem… so to speak….