Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural, and Sam and Dean belong to each other. 3
Dean doesn't know what to do, what to think. This isn't his Sammy. Not the Sam he knows. No crooked, little-boy teeth smile, smudge of dirt that seemed to permanently adorn his cheeks...this was a man before him. His little brother, all grown up.
The floppy hair, bright smile was still there, those hazel eyes he liked to explore, mark the change from blue to green, sometimes chocolate brown flecked with grey...
Now those very eyes were dark with lust as they looked at him, half-reproaching as he broke away unsteadily from that heated kiss.
"Sammy," he murmered softly.
Oh, God.
