Dean was in a better mood than Sam had seen him in a while. He was singing along with the radio, tapping against the steering wheel, and laughing. It was contagious and Sam found himself smiling, even singing along as well.
"Today is going to be a good day Sammy." Dean told him, almost bouncing in his seat. "I can feel it."
"You're just saying that because of the blowjob." Sam told him, smiling despite rolling his eyes.
"Not just that." Dean protested, but spread his legs a bit more. Sam wasn't sure if it was from the memory or that he wanted Sam to do it again. "I just know that today's going to be great."
"Today's going to be good because we're going to make it good." Sam told him, glancing at the sigh they passed, a few more hours before Lawrence. "It's your birthday, you deserve good things on your birthday."
Dean hummed at that, tapping his fingers against the steering wheel. "Damn straight I do." he agreed. "And good things for me means good things for you."
Sam nodded at that, glancing out the window to make sure that the road was mainly deserted. He shifted slightly in his seat but didn't move yet.
"Couple months away but you know what you want for yours?" Dean asked him.
Sam breathed out slowly. "Truthfully, I want this to be over and done." he said. "Otherwise, a hellhound."
"Sam we can't take a hellhound on the road." Dean reminded him patiently, it was something they've talked about multiple times. "We've been over this, once grown they won't even be able to fit in the backseat."
"There are small ones, the runts that are usually eaten, we can take one of those." Sam protested. "I'm sure they won't grow that big."
"Hounds that young need to remain in hell, nothing can give what they need other than the pit." Dean shot back. "And I don't know about you but I'm not going back to hell for that long."
"You just don't love me enough to do it." Sam huffed, crossing his arms over his chest.
"No, it means that I should've left you on the rack longer than I did." Dean said shaking his head. "Brat."
Sam let out a heavy sigh, slumping in his seat. "A hellhound would be extra protection, especially since no one else can see them." he argued.
"Sam I love you but you can be one of the most annoying little shits sometimes." Dean told him. "Now shut up, no hellhounds."
Sam let out another huff. "Fine." he grumbled. "Only because it's your day today."
"Damn straight it is."
They fell silent, the only sound was the radio that kept playing, Dean humming along.
"Where do you want to eat?" Sam asked, breaking the silence.
"Saw a sign for a Cheddars, they're having cheese stuffed onion rings now." Dean said. "So there."
Sam made a face at that, stomach clenching slightly, but he also couldn't protest against it. "Sure."
Dean laughed, grinning at Sam. "I'll make sure to get you a big plate of your own." he assured him. "So we won't have to share."
Sam fought the urge to gag. "I'm good." he told him. "You don't have to do that."
"No, no, no. I have to." Dean countered. "I need to make sure that you get the full effect and taste. You'll get your own plate."
Between the weeks of eating and drinking things poisoned with holy water and the whole concept of cheese filled onion rings...Sam was sure that he preferred the holy water.
"If I blow you right now can I not eat it?" Sam asked, turning to his brother. His eyes narrowed however when he saw the look on Dean's face, he had planned this.
"Not sure." Dean said, spreading his legs once more. "Wanna try and find out?"
"You're a dick." Sam grumbled, turning and moving down their seat, trying to find a comfortable angle for this. "I was going to do it no matter what."
"Well this is just me being sure." Dean said, lifting his hips enough so that Sam could paw at them, pulling it down enough. "I'm just being cautious little brother."
"How about I blow you at the table while you eat those cheese filled," he made a face, not even willing to say it out loud. "cheese filled monstrosities."
Dean hummed at that, keeping his eyes on the road but glancing down periodically at Sam as he slowly pulled him out of his pants, moving his hand over his cock. "Oh, now I have a lot of possibilities here." he said, reaching down to stroke at the back of Sam's head.
Grumbling to himself Sam leaned forward, breathing through his nose and not stopping until he was pressed against Dean's lower stomach. Swallowing around him he slowly started to move, he didn't need Dean's hand in his hair guiding him but he enjoyed the feeling when he tugged at his strands of hair.
He didn't have to worry about choking, he's been doing this for so long that his body was more than accustomed to whatever he wanted to do. Even when Dean teased him by pushing his head down more, he didn't gag, just hummed and continued to move his throat over his brother.
He supposed that this was worth having a bite, a single bite, of whatever it was that Dean wanted. After what they've been through, he was just happy to be with his brother and whole again.
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