Author: The Wayward Angel
Story: Your Butt is Mine
Word Count: 495
Chapter: 1/1
Pairings: Wincest
Spoilers: None
Trigger Warnings: m/m relationship, incest, slash
Summary: Dean gets in trouble for flirting in front of Sam. But Sam should know that Dean would never leave him, not even for the cutest of butts. *Wincest*
Disclaimer: Based on a quote I found. Nothing is mine.
Unbeta'd. All mistakes are mine. Please feel free to point out any grammatical or spelling errors.
Your Butt is Mine
Dean knows he's in trouble, but he's really not sure why. He and Sam had been at a bar after they'd finished a case with a 'Shifter in Iowa. Dean hadn't done anything out of the usual. He'd played pool, drank a few beers, had a couple shots of whiskey, flirted with the waitress and oh…oh.
"Dammit," Dean mumbles, kicking a rock down the sidewalk as he walks back to his and Sam's shared motel room. He had flirted; Sam got pissed and took the Impala, leaving Dean to walk back to the motel by himself. But it wasn't really Dean's fault. Dean's a flirt, it's just who he is, he can't help it. It'd be like asking Sam not to be a nerd. It's just not gonna happen.
Dean opens the door to the motel, exposing his pissed off little brother, sulking on their bed. Dean shuts and locks the door, taking a deep breath, "What do you want me to say, Sam?" He asks, turning back around to stare at his little brother.
Sam shrugs, bitch face in full force on his features.
"I am sorry, you know." Dean sighs, rubbing a hand down his face.
Sam frowns, quirking an eyebrow at Dean.
"But, like, this is who I am." Dean says, "I flirt, Sam, but…you're the one I come back to. I always come back to you. I'm home with you." And, ugh, it's such a chick flick line but it's fucking true so Dean can swallow his pride for a moment just to try to get his brother to understand.
"I don't like it." Sam replies, uncrossing his arms and looking at Dean with hurt in his eyes.
Dean sits on the bed next to Sam, placing a hand on his little brother's thigh, "It's like this. I like your butt. However, I can notice other butts. They can be nice too. But your butt is my favorite butt. It's the nicest butt, because it's mine, and I can touch it."
Sam snorts and looks at Dean, a tiny smile on his lips. "Yeah, well your butt's mine too, so don't forget that."
"Of course." Dean says with a smirk, "We good?"
"No," Sam replies, "You're gonna have to do a lot of sucking up before we're good."
Dean frowns.
Sam smiles and kisses Dean chastely, "You can start with breakfast in the morning."
"You better be glad your butt is worth it."
"I love you too."
End