A/N: Owns nothing
"Two days of constant sickness and you wanted a caramel slice?"
Dean ignores Sam before attacking the bag in his hands, desperately tearing the packaging to shreds.
One bite and Dean can already feel himself expanding, stomach accommodating for the first food he's had in days, fighting against the reflexive nausea already surfacing in protest.
"Shuddup!" Dean responds defensively, his mouth too stuffed for Sam to even begin to take him seriously.
Disgust turns to wonder as Sam watches Dean gorge himself on the sweet delight. Even shoving the food down his throat Dean manages to look sexy, delicately savouring the caramel that oozes out the sides.
Dean's tongue is smoothing down the chocolate walls, licking and sucking as Sam begins to lose focus. He blames the humidity in the room, the strange weather, but he's feeling decidedly hot under the collar. Blames everything but Dean, and the strange way in which he feels for him.
Sam is snapped out of his entrancement by Dean's lips, emitting a low, tortured groan.
"Mmm...God Sammy, this is...so good"
Mortifyingly frozen, Sam feels the blood rushing to his head as Dean sucks his fingers, slowly savouring the sweetness.
By the time Dean stops to look at his quizzically, he's beyond reach, no longer able to fight the losing struggle, eyeing him hungrily.
"Oh yeah...you alright there, Sammy boy?."
"I gotta get me some of that!"
Sam pounces before Dean can swallow the final bite.