This is my first story on this site hope everyone likes it, it's only a short one.
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The boys are soaked through by the time they walk to the motel. Great time for the Impala to decide it wanted to start acting up.
The heart on the door is definitely not a good indication, nor is the red velour on the walls.
"Great, one bed. Looks like you've got the couch Sammy." Dean grins.
"What couch?" Sam retorts. Failing to spot anything but a rather small bed, on closer inspection.. also heart shaped.
"Oh you have got to be kidding." Sam laughs.
"Awww come on now Sammy, we've been in worse places. We can squeeze up. Just don't you try anything." Dean jests, earning an unamused frown from his younger brother.
"Dean- come on, there must have been something else. The honeymoon suite, really? I'd rather sleep in the car."
"Sammy stop your whining. It's just.. cosy. We'll fit right in. Now get some rest. Got a lot of work to do tomorrow, that demon's not gonna exorcise itself."
Sam sits on the bed, shifting himself towards the left side, trying to avoid the dubious looking stains on the sheets.
"You know I was wondering about that, perhaps it isn't the farmer. Perhaps it never wa- Dean?!" Sam's words are cut off as his mouth gaped open. His brother stripping down to his boxers.
"I sure hope you don't intend to sleep next to me like that."
"Course I do Sammy," Dean grins, "it's a hot night. Now come on, I'll sleep under the covers, you sleep over them. You're a big boy now, don't need me to tell you how to get into bed do you?"
"Dean I- just- forget it, ok? I was trying to talk to you about this case and all you care about is getting into bed, so fine, fine we'll sleep." Sam frowned, a perfect picture of disdain painted on his face as he pulls off his jeans and shirt, discarding them on the floor before climbing under the covers. Not once turning his head back to his brother. "You can sleep on top of the covers." He adds.
"Sure sure Sammy." Dean laughs, settling himself into place and closing his eyes. He's not about to let it rest there though, and the need to make fun of his kid brother is just too much.
"You know, if we were a honeymoon couple, you'd totally be the bride."
"Shut up, Dean. Go to sleep."
After getting no rise from his brother, and the fact he can't stop yawning, he decides his genius brother is probably right.
"Well just you stay over your side of the bed." Dean commands.
"No intention to do otherwise, Dean. Now just let me go to sleep, please."
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The light filters through the heart shaped lace in the curtains, and a gentle cooing can be heard from the bed.
Dean's arms are firmly draped over his little brother's bigger frame. Spooning him from behind and occasionally nuzzling into his neck.
He's asleep, and a man, so his mouth moves to the warm, delicate skin of his brother's neck, placing gentle and tired kisses there. His hand roaming down his stomach.
"Come on baby, you know how much it means to me." He whispers.
Sam smiles, still asleep, idly moving in towards the pleasing kisses.
"That's nice." He whispers back.
Dean's face etches with a frown.
"Sammy?"
"...Dean?!"
The eyes of the brothers dart open almost simultaneously, and they're so eager to put distance between them that they fall off either side of the bed. Sam taking the sheet with him and covering himself with it in an almost protective manner.
"What the hell you doin Sammy?" Dean accuses.
"What the hell am I doing, what are you-"
Sam sighs.
"Must have been dreaming."
"Yeah, must be it. So.. this demon."
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