A/N A little drabble in a different style. i wrote this during History class, hope u guys like it.
btw...it's basically PWP smut
Dean's lips painted his brother's neck purple, his fingertips setting fire to every inch of Sam's body. Sweet nothings whispered in his ear turned his cheeks pink.
Dean pulled away, staring at the work of art that was his little brother, his breath stolen by the sight.
"Dean." His name was whispered so reverently, Sam staring up at him like he hung the moon and stars. Their lips met in a brutal kiss, a dance of tongues fuelled by passion, teeth clashing and red spilling, painting both their lips. Another color added to this love scene.
Maybe they'd always been destined for Hell, sinning together in the way brothers shouldn't. They were simply taking the scenic route down, filled with forbidden touches and stolen kisses in the night.
Sam's soft moan can be heard in the dark as Dean slides home, over and over. The slap of skin on skin gets louder, both of them drunk on the intoxicating sounds. They reached their peaks together, like always.
They'd go together, always. From Hell to Heaven, and anywhere the dirt road takes them.
That's the way it is.
That's the way it's always been.
A/N so i hope you guys enjoyed this little thing i did, please Fav or Review pleeeease.
also, constructive criticism would be awesome.
