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It was already noon - Dean's been gone for a while now. What is he even doing?
Sam was lying down peacefully on the sofa, pondering about where Dean had went, when he heard the Impala's engine roar outside. He smiled and closed his eyes, pretending to be asleep.
He heard the rustling of the keys as Dean unlocked the door, and came in. He felt the careful shuffling of Dean's feet as he walked to him, quietly, not wanting to wake Sam up.
Dean crouched down to Sam and planted a light, sweet kiss on Sam's plump lips. Just as he was about to pull away, Sam grabbed Dean's face and kissed him again, his lips smashing against Dean's lips firmly for a few seconds, and pulled away, a cheeky grin plastered on Sam's face.
Dean laughed as he stood up, licking his lips. "Morning Sammy."
He grabbed Sam's arms and pulled him up, making Sam sit on the end of the couch. Dean took a seat on the other end, a gap of space separating them.
He reached for Sam's hands and tugged them gently. Sam understood and leaned into Dean, who had his arms out wide open. Dean chuckled and embraced Sam tightly from the back, his hands sliding around Sam's fit waist, and kissed Sam's head, sniffing the familiar scent.
"Morning." Sam turned his head around and smiled at him, gazing lovingly into Dean's eyes.
"Where have you been?"
"I got you a present." Dean replied. Sam looked at him in astonishment. "You did? Why?" Dean reached over and grabbed a plastic bag from the table. "No reason. I just wanted to give you something."
Sam sat up and turned around. He glanced at Dean and shook his head, "You didn't have to Dean, really."
"Well, just call me Mr. Romantic, Sammy." Dean winked at him, causing Sam to laugh really loudly.
"Okay, now close your eyes, and don't peak, I want this to be a surprise."
Sam looked at him curiously and slowly closed his eyes.
He heard the crinkling sounds of the bag opening and waited patiently.
Dean smirked as he watched Sam. He took out the presents from the bag and held it out in front of Sam's face.
"Open your eyes Sammy."
Sam opened his eyes and looked at all the presents Dean was struggling to carry.
His eyes widened as he gaped at the presents.
He looked at Dean in disbelief, who was struggling not to laugh and Sam burst out laughing, Dean soon following his actions and burst out in laughter as well.
A dildo, vibrator, a cock ring, and handcuffs.
It took a while for the laughter to die down, and when it did, there were still huge smiles etched on their faces.
Sam grabbed the handcuffs and played around with it. He looked at Dean and chuckled.
"Dean you're such a romantic guy." said Sam, his voice filled with sarcasm.
Dean shrugged and made a puckered his lips at Sam. "I try, sweetheart."
Sam rolled his eyes and laughed. He can't believe how much of a dork and a pervert his brother is.
He leaned in and gave him a quick, chaste kiss. Before Dean could deepen the kiss, Sam pulled away, a string of saliva connecting from their mouths, and whispered seductively,
"You wanna try them?"
Dean looked at Sam - who was staring at him hungrily, and slowly, he gave a devious smirk.