Title: Communication
Ratings: R
Characters/Pairings: Sam/Dean
Warnings: Wincest, fluff, Slash,
Spoilers: none
Author's notes: Be warned because this is just seriously Fluff. As always Reviews are loved!!
Summery: "You're the only guy I've ever wanted," Sam had thought it would make his brother happy to hear those words from him.
He was trying to be cute. It was meant as a light, playful joke.
Yeah, frigging right.
Now Dean was at him. Over something that was meant to make the mood lighter.
Sam dropped his head into his hands and sighed. "Shit," he muttered hearing the Impala screeched out of the parking lot. Most likely headed to the closest bar.
Sam flopped down on the king sized bed and tried to remember how what had started as a romantic evening had ended up like this.
Oh yeah, it started with them kissing.
Then it went down hill and they stopped kiss.
"No one else."
"Sure Sammy,"
"I'm serious Dean. I can't do this if you're going to play around."
"Fine, Sam. No one else."
"Ever."
"Ever. Can we please now?"
"You're the crudest, most vulgar person on this entire planet."
"And to think you just made sure I'll always be loyal to you. Aren't you lucky!"
"Oh shut up."
"Hey Sam-"
"Hmm?"
"It's only been me right?"
"Um no."
"No I mean…the only guy. Right?"
"You're the only guy I've ever wanted."
And Dean being Dean had taken that to mean completely reverse of what Sam had actually meant. So he yelled, threw a pillow at Sam's head then took off.
"Dean," Twenty minutes later Sam slid into the bar stool next to him and looked sideways at him.
"Go away Sam. I'm drinking." Dean threw back, lifting a bottle to his lips.
"Dean."
"You know you're a bitch right? I mean, really. 'The only guy you've ever wanted?' Christ Sam I thought you went to Sissy State to study not embrace your quear side!"
"Dean-"
"No really Sam. How many? Hell do I even really want to know? You're just a little jerk, I've never touched another guy-I mean, sure I've thought about it. But I always wanted you to be my-" Dean yelled out, his voice cracking every few words.
"Dean. Shut up." Sam growled.
"What?"
"You're the only guy I've ever wanted," He repeated, stressing the world the world 'only'.
"Ohhh!"
"Yeah,"
"Oohhh.. Well then why didn't you just say that?" Dean grinned, swallowed the last of his beer, hopped off the stool and walked easily toward the door.
Sam rolled his eyes as he slid off the stool and followed his brother to the door. "You know sometimes I really hate you."
Dean turned in the doorway; he winked causally, "No you don't. Don't forget, I'm the only guy you've ever wanted."