[AN]: WINCEST DON'T LIKE DON'T READ NO FLAMES
"Dean… you know we can't," Sam whimpered, shuddering under his older brother's soft yet calloused touch, sending sparks of pleasure throughout his body. "What would—Ah! W-What would dad say?"
"Oh, Sammy," Dean cooed, leaning in closer to grab his brother by the neck and lick a stripe up it. "He's not here anymore. You know I can't wait any longer… Please. For me."
"B-But—" Sam whimpered under Dean's soothing touch again as he began to nibble behind his ear, his control once again breaking. They couldn't do this – it was forbidden. They were outcasts to society, and this would never be normal; Sam just couldn't get that fact out of his head. What they were doing was terribly wrong. Why didn't Dean care about that?
"This is what brothers do," Dean murmured into Sam's ear in a soothing lull that sent another shiver down Sam's back as his brother's hot breath hit his neck. Dean pressed a warm, calloused hand down on Sam's chest and pushed him down onto the soft bed below them. Sam tried to resist, but could only oblige and let himself be maneuvered onto the bed with Dean in tow.
"But what about-" Sam could barely get it out. How was he supposed to stand up for himself in a situation like this? How had they even gotten here in the first place? And most of all; how would he be sure standing up to Dean was the right thing to do?
Sam took a deep breath – which Dean must have taken as an opportunity, because he leaned into Sam's body and aimed for his lips. Dean's hot mouth landed on Sam's cheek, however, as he turned his head to the side last minute.
Dean pulled back. "What's wrong?" His voice was soft and dripped with honey, showing his affection for his little brother. "Do you still want this?"
Sam took another breath and finally took the leap – he would finally tell Dean about his insecurities, about his uncertainty about the relationship they had both initiated with no intention of ever making official, because of their status as siblings. "Dean…" He began, pushing his brother off of him and sitting up in the now too warm bed. It was more unnerving than settling. "Fuck off."
"Sa- What?"
"Just fuck right off, Dean."
"Sam?"
"Just fuck right off!" Sam landed a punch square on Dean's jaw, sending him tumbling to the floor. "FUCK YA MUM AND FUCK YA DAD. FUCK YA ANGEL CUNT CALLED CASTIEL AND FUCK YA HUNTER GUY THAT THE AUTHOR DOESN'T KNOW THE NAME OF. FUCK LUCIFER AND FUCK THESE FANFICS."
"That's rude."
Sam got off the bed and marched towards where Dean was splayed on the cold hardwood floor, cradling his jaw. The younger brother leaned down and with a disgusted grimace on his face, he spat the words he had been meaning to say the entire time. As soon as they were said, it felt like an entire load had been lifted off of his chest.
They could finally go back to being normal brothers, now that the words Sam had always needed to say were out. There were no strings attached anymore.
"Your mom's rude."