Title: Wake Up Call

Author: Shane

Pairing: Sam/Dean

Rating: NC-17

Summary: Dean gives Sammy an un-rude awakening.

Notes: This is for 2 really good friends, who both needed a very good distraction at the time of writing.

Sam Winchester had a long night last night. He and his brother Dean had been up late, wrapping up their latest case. The monster under a kid's bed turned out to want more than cause nightmares. 50 words of Latin and a few clips of silver bullets later, the monster was defeated.

It was 7:30, when he was awoken. He had only gotten 3 hours of sleep, but he didn't mind when he realized that it was a tongue slithering around in his mouth that had done the job of waking him up. And not just any tongue. Dean's tongue. As soon as his eyes popped open, he saw Dean sit back up.

"Sam Winchester, this is your wake up call," Dean said softly as Sam rose up.

"Well, at least it wasn't a spoon this time," Sam halfway grumbled as he kissed his brother back.

As Sam tried to sit up, Dean pushed him back down again. "I'm not finished waking you up yet, little brother."

Dean got Sam slithered out of his boxer briefs, revealing Sam's long, perfect, half hard cock. "Amazing," Dean whispered, before blowing on his brother's length. The blowing is all that was needed to make him as hard as a rock.

"Oh, good lord, Dean," Sam moaned through a yawn. "Keep that up, and I may ask you to fuck me."

"You know you don't need to ask, baby brother," Dean replied, lifting his brother's legs up to reveal Sam's wanting and waiting hole. "Already open for me, Sammy?"

"Can't help it. Every night, I think about you. Sometimes, you're already asleep. Have to take care of things somehow."

At this point, Dean had already fished the brand new tube of lube out of Sam's pants, which were wadded up next to the bed. After some stretching, Sam was ready to take all that his older brother had to give him.

Dean started out slow, rocking back and forth against Sam's body, but once he hit Sam's sweet spot, things got faster and rougher. They picked up a rhythm that would put most rap music to shame.

As Dean thrust, harder and harder, Sam could feel his eyes go back into his head. Holding back was no longer acceptable. Calling out Dean's name, Sam came, and Dean followed, both climaxing in blinding passion.

Dean crashed to the bed, right beside his brother. "I'm gonna do that every morning," he said, before kissing his brother on the forehead.

"Sex with you every morning?" Sam asked. "I can live with that."

END.