(A/N): Wincest short drabble for one of my followers on tumblr. One-shot. Extended version is available on my ao3.
"Hey Dean, have I ever told you how much I love you," Sam slurred as he leaned closer to Dean, breathing out the stench of tequila and whiskey. The older Winchester had his brothers arm wrapped around his shoulder and was practically carrying him to his car.
"Sure Sam. You've told me twenty times in the last five minutes alone." Dean said sarcastically. They reached the Impala in one piece with Sam only tripping and almost falling twice, but Dean caught him before he hit the ground. Partially because he didn't want Sam to get hurt and also because he didn't know whether he'd be able to pick Sam up off the ground.
"Watch your head," he said gruffly, but kept a hand on the top of Sam's head to help him not smash his head open on the frame.
"'M not a baby Dean, I can get in a car by myself," the tall one said indignantly as he shooed Dean off of him, promptly before cracking his skull right on the edge.
His older brother sighed and rolled his eyes. Shutting the door on Sam's pouty face, he walked over to his side of the car, muttering several "I-Told-You-So's" on his way.
He slammed his door shut behind him and turned the key in the ignition, hearing the engine roar to life beneath him.
Several miles down the road, a warm weight settled itself in Deans lap. Dean jumped, startled at the sudden weight before noticing that it was just Sam.
"Sammy, you gotta get off me," he stammered, a faint blush spreading across his freckled cheeks.
"No, it's comfy here," the younger brother said as he nuzzled his brothers' crotch.
"He's drunk, he's drunk, think about puppies… wait I don't like dogs… Uhm fuck. It's a cat! That happens to love my cock. Shit." Dean tried to distract himself from his Sam's actions, but going by the fact that he was already hardening, it was clear that that wasn't going to cut it. Sam on the other hand was having a fantastic time if the amount of giggling and humming noises he was making were anything to go by.
"Looove you," Sam mumbled against the denim material he was pressed against.
Dean looked down to find his brothers hazel eyes peering up at him. While they were normally soft and intelligent, now they were dull and it seemed like his mind was somewhere else, maybe a couch in a two-story house where they had a dog and Sam finished law school, where life wasn't blood and darkness and a constant pile of crap being added to their troubles, but a good place where happy endings were real and those that you loved weren't dead and hope was still present. Dean hoped that was it.
"Love you to," he said gruffly, feeling a stinging in the back of his eyes.
Satisfied with Dean's response, Sam went back to nuzzling the older Winchester's crotch.
Dean floored it for the motel.