Title: What's Real
Author: BlazeorFade
Rating: Hard R
Summary: Drabble. Dean reminds himself what's real, what's right. After 'What Is And What Should Never Be'. Sorta vague and all but I like the way this came out.
Disclaimer: Nope, nu-uh, never owned 'em, never will.
Its hours before Dean is climbing into Sam's bed in the middle of the night, ready, finally, to remind himself the one thing about his world that he wouldn't trade for all the beautiful lies he can think of.
Turning Sam over and taking his time memorizing those lips again, the bottom to the top, teeth and tongue again and again. His naked skin presses flush against his brother and all he can think is 'This, here, Us.' It barely makes sense even to him, but he finds himself mumbling the words against Sam's mouth and Sam nodding, groaning, trying to get closer to Dean.
Dean's fingers slide deftly over Sam, a silent memory for every scar, a story only they can know. His hands come to grip Sam's hips, gripping close as he rolls his hips down, locking them into a familiar and foreign dance. His fingers leave a bruising litany of 'Sam' onto skin that's always, in some way, belonged to Dean.
If Sam could see in the pitch black of the motel room, he'd see the spark of recognition in Dean's eyes; of knowing that he's come home. Their mouth twine desperately, as though each trying to devour the other and the dance becomes faster, harder.
How could Dean think he could give this up, even for a moment? How could he live without the sweat-slick slide of skin against skin and the feeling of Sam stretched out underneath him? The intimate, secret sound of his brother reaching for him in the darkest shadows of night.
Sam's hand is gripping Dean's lower back, no space between them anymore. Dean feels him break and rides Sam's pleasure to his own. All Dean feels is Sam, the only sound he hears is their ragged, needy breathing and he knows this is what's real, what's right.
-FIN