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DEW Challenge: Kevin +1 & bath/hot tub. A misunderstanding lands Sam in hot water. Sam/Kevin. 400 word drabble.
Written for the 'Drabbles Every Weekend' challenge at SPN BigPretzel on LiveJournal. You should come visit; it even has drabbles that stick to the word limit!
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In Hot Water
The low moans attracted Dean's attention and, despite a vague ("irrational") fear of discovering his brother in flagrante delicto ("see, I did sometimes pay attention at school"), he followed the sounds out to a decking area at the back of the bunker.
"Why didn't you tell me we have a hot tub?" he blurted at the sight that greeted him.
Clutching at his shoulder with an audible wince of pain, Sam spun around in surprise at the question and belatedly sank down into the water on remembering his state of undress.
"Because I know you... and I know exactly what you'll get up to in it," Sam replied, his voice tinged with a note of disgust, but a distinct lack of guilt at holding out on his brother.
Dean grinned. "Oh yeah," he agreed enthusiastically. He shook his head to clear it of a particularly lurid fantasy so he could focus on the task at hand. "So what's up with your arm?"
Sam averted his gaze. "I had a run-in with Kevin."
Dean blinked. "Nope, you're gonna have to explain that to me again," he chuckled. He shrank back at the remarkably intense bitch face the comment earned him and he decided to change the subject. "Perhaps you should get out of there; you look like you're overheating."
"Oh, don't you start," muttered Sam.
"Huh?" Dean asked, knowing that he could rely on his brother's martyr complex to disclose any and all embarrassing secrets.
"I may have misunderstood Kevin's intentions when he said I looked hot," muttered Sam, cheeks burning. His gaze was still focused anywhere but at Dean, but it was obvious he was still trying to judge his brother's reaction from out of the corner of his eye.
Blink and you would have missed the micro expression of surprise on Dean's face that was quickly shut down. "I'm sure you and AP Math will be very happy together," he said, with just the hint of a smirk.
"That's not how he felt about it," Sam complained, although he appeared less agitated than he had moments earlier.
Dean snorted. "So, maybe woo him with textbooks about Fermat's Last Theorem, or whatever young mathletes are into these days?"
He took a closer look at Sam's arm. "In the meantime, since he kicked your ass - and it looks like he stole your clothes - I'm taking him next time I go hunting."
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