Author: Pirate Turner
Rating: R
Summary: Dean and Sam just tackled a ten-foot creature. What are they going to do next?
Warnings: Slash; Incest
Disclaimer: Dean, Sam, and Supernatural are & TM their respective owners, not the author, and are used without permission. Everything else is & TM the author. The author makes absolutely no profit off of this work of fan fiction, and no copyright infringement is intended.
His wince was hidden by the flash of his charming grin as he shook his hand. Blood flailed from his flesh at the movement and spattered onto the fallen ten-foot creature that he and his partner had finally managed to knock out. "Damn, that's a big one!"
When no answer met his remark, he cut his gaze to his partner. Sam's full lips were pulled down in a seductive pout as he looked at his battered hand hanging limply from his wrist and swinging slowly back and forth. It looked like a dead plushie that had just had the stuffing beaten out of it. Sam rose brown eyes rounded with concern to Dean's gaze. "My wrist is limp!"
Dean never missed a beat as he stepped over the monster's huge foot to close the distance between them. "I hope it is!" He wrapped a hand around the back of Sam's neck, his fingertips entwining with his soft curls, and pulled him into a heated kiss that promised much more as soon as they could send the Demon back to Hell and return to the Impala's safety. Dean's grin grew against Sam's moist mouth. He'd show his beloved little brother all the things limp wrists were good for!
The End