Disclaimer: Can't really say I'm a middle aged man with a kick ass television empire. Huh, and here I've been confused about who I am.
Warning: Wincest is creeping about in this piece. You've been warned.
A/N: MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ALL! Here's a little funny piece I came up with real quick because I'm in a damn good holiday mood. I hope you guys enjoy reading this short little stint as much as I enjoyed writing it. This also marks the achievement of my first Wincest piece! :D I couldn't be more pleased with myself.
"You thought I would think that was sexy?"
"Of course, I thought you would think this is sexy. Isn't this kind of right up your alley?" Sam stared down at Dean, who was lying on the bed across the room.
"Santa fetish isn't right up my alley nor is it sexy Sammy." Sam huffed at his older brother, shifting his weight to one foot, bare abs shifting with him.
"The look on your face says different Dean." A small smirk crept across the pouty Winchester's face as he caught Dean glancing up and down over and over again.
"You're half naked; of course I think thatpart is sexy. The Santa pants aren't sexy though." A small snort of laughter left the first born's lips as he watched his sibling's face scrunch up and a pout begin to form again. Sam had gone out for Christmas this year. Okay, he hadn't quite gone out like the time before during Dean's last year on Earth, but he'd definitely gone out and done something new. New and daring, which for Sam, was like a nun going on a riot.
Sam stood by the door, naked, save the red velvet pants, black boots and a Santa hat hanging off his head along with the floppy brown hair. He had his hands on his hips, trying to convince Dean that this was definitely sexy for the last half hour. Needless to say, Dean wasn't budging very far.
He'd come to admit that yes, Sam had a sexy quality about him no matter what he wore and the act that Sam had gone out of his way to get this for Dean itself had not been lost on the older brother. But it wasn't just Sam in a Santa outfit that he didn't like. He had never liked the holiday lingerie that sprouted up in the winter months surrounding Christmas. Women weren't sexy when they wore it and even when his Sammy, who he discovered had a knack for pulling off almost anything, couldn't pull it off. The Santa lingerie creeped Dean out.
"Fine, Dean. You win." Sam kicked off the boots off one by one with his toes and dropped the itchy velvet pants he had put up with just to surprise his brother. He was left in a pair of plain white crew socks and green and red boxers on, announcing his holiday spirit.
"Now that is what I'm talking about." Dean smiled at Sam, also standing so he could start stripping himself. As he stood back up from fumbling to get his jeans off Sam stared at his brother's crotch for a moment, focusing on the pattern imprinted on his boxers. Bursting in to a loud laughter, Sam tried not to crumple over at the sight of his brother's choice in underwear. Frankly it didn't surprise him. He'd grown up with the guy, but he couldn't help but mention to the man,
"Dean, he's called Saint Nick, not Saint Dick."
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