Title: "Shut it, Sammy"
Summary: Sammy had messy brown locks, and a shit eating grin.
Characters/Pairings: Wincest.
Warnings: It's almost four am. I'm not responsible for how horrible this smut is.
Disclaimer: I own none of this franchise. None. At all.

The car is cramped, and smells like cigarettes, just the way Dean liked it. He had his head tilted back, it felt cool, against the seat like that. Those jeans ge has on, that had been previously loose, were suddenly snug-tighter than a virgin actually. That was fucking snug.

He drooped his lids some, shifted his legs and watched. The way Sammy's taking his gosh darn time makes him think Sammy's doing it just to piss him off.

"You wanna cuddle or—?"

Sam frowned, making those adorable crinkles at the sides of his face show more. It's cute but if he said that he risked a punch on the arm. So, Dean kept his mouth shut-well, for the mean time.

Lips brushed his, Dean felt that smile against his lips though. It kind of tickled, was that weird?

"Eighteen."

"Huh?" Oh, right, Sammy turned eighteen.

"Means I'm legal." There was a tad bit of smugness in that tone of Sam's. Dean smiled, that slight one that didn't quite reach his eyes.

"Yup." He dared to brush his thumb over Sam's chin. Sam just kissed him instead.

"Means you're not jail bait anymore?" Dean felt those hands shove him back awfully fast, his eyes widened some as he stared up at Sammy. There was something wicked in that grin his brother held.

"Shut up, Dean." Sam rolled his eyes. The taller, when did that happen, Winchester began to take his shirt off.

"Oh, didn't know I get a free show too." Dean couldn't hold the comment in.

A hand suddenly grasped him. Firm, and to prove a point.

"Free?" Sam tilted his head, "Who said anything about free, Dean?" A hot whisper right in Dean's ear. Sent fucking shivers down Dean's spine if he was being honest.

He tried to get a better look at Sam. The Sammy he knew had once been way shorter than him, and not as adventurous, or a smart ass.

Sam had messy brown locks and a shit eating grin. Dean just kept his faint smile, still in awe really of his Sammy. The moonlight shined in real nice, giving Dean a better view of the show.

"Then saddle up already, Sammy."

Sammy made a face.

"That's really cheesy, Dean."