Sam was trapped inside the motel room listening to the rain pitter-pattering outside, searching for a lead on Bela. Why was that bitch so damn hard to track?
The shrill scream of Sam's cell phone alarmed him and he nearly fell off the bed. He managed to catch it on the last ring, glad that he had an excuse to take a break from endless hours of research. Sam prayed that Dean had something good so he didn't have to go back to his laptop.
"Are you busy?" Dean spat out the second he picked up.
"I don't have to be."
"Good. Take off your clothes."
"Huh?"
"I said, take off your clothes." Dean practically barked at his little brother. Wait-was he really doing this? Sam thought, as he realized what his brother was doing.
"What the hell, Dean?"
"Oh please Sammy? You've obviously got no leads on the bitch and I'm bored. Entertain me" he begged.
"No way! You fucking perv."
"C'mon baby. Pretty please? For your big brother?" Sam rolled his eyes and sighed.
"Fine. Give me a second." He could hear Dean grin as he wriggled out of his pants and threw his shirt to the side.
"Ok. I'm just wearing boxers now."
"Great. You have your laptop with you?"
"Um…Yeah." Why the hell does Dean care if he has his fucking laptop?
"Good. Video call me. But don't hang up. There's no microphone on this computer." Oh. That's why.
"Ok" Sam muttered. He could hear Dean moan on the line. Which, he had to admit was pretty hot. Sam palmed at his growing erection and bit his lip to hold back his own moan. He opened the FaceTime app on his desktop and pressed the little 'Dean' icon.
"Mm…Hurry baby." Dean purred. He fucking purred. Sam nodded, forgetting that Dean couldn't see him. Well, not yet at least. The older brother answered on the first ring. Sam could have came in his boxers right then and there. Dean was in a motel room (obviously) sitting completely naked in a chair, rubbing his thumb over his leaking cock. Then there was Sam, awkwardly laying on the motel bed wearing his tented boxers.
"You like that baby? Been thinking about you all night. Thinking about what I'm gonna do to you when I get there. Or what you're gonna do to me." Sam whimpered, and reached into his boxers to-well, you know what. Dean put two fingers in his mouth and soaked them in his own spit. He removed them with a 'pop' sound. God, he looked so fucking hot. With his legs spread wide for his Sammy, jerking himself off and now fingering his tight, pink ass.
"Dean" Sam gasped, "You look so fucking pretty like this. Wish I was there with you."
"Yeah? What would you do to me baby?" Dean's breathing became heavier. He was probably getting close.
"I'd" He was cut off by a grunt, "I'd fuck your ass. Make you take all of me in."
"Mm…I'd kill to have your sweet cock in me right now. Want to feel you inside me for days." Dean moaned on the other end, and he was still fingering himself, jerking himself off all for his baby brother. Sammy used his free hand to roll his balls over his fingers. "Can't tell you how many times I've jerked off thinking about you."
"Dean, oh fuck!" Sam came in thick hot spurts all over his chest and hands. His brothers followed quickly after-he sputtered a completion of Sam's name and swears. They both just sat there for a minute, breathing heavily, until Dean broke the silence.
"Get back to your research." He quickly ended the video call and hung up the phone before his little brother could say anything.