Weecest - Smut

"Here's your double bacon cheeseburger and fries, Dean," the waitress said flirtily; bending over much more than was necessary to put the plate in front of him. Dean licked his lips, and he wasn't looking at the burger.

"Mmm, thanks Katie," he said, winking at her. She flushed then placed the other plate in front of Sam.

"And here you go, Sam, one chicken salad, with extra chicken and a side of onion rings I fried extra crispy, just how you like it."

Sam wished she was something they could hunt.

He nodded his thanks and stuffed his mouth with the onion rings, which were annoyingly good, and watched as the stupid waitress threw herself all over Dean. He chomped on the onion rings as hard as he could, watching while Dean flirted back.

He wanted to stuff onion rings down her mouth till she choked.

She had to leave hurriedly when her boss came out of his office, but not before letting Dean know that her shift was finishing early that day. Dean had nodded and bit his lip at her, letting her know he'd be there.

Sam gritted his teeth and stuffed his salad into his mouth, chewing as angrily as chewing can be done, but Dean didn't even notice, too absorbed in his burger. Sam glared at Katie as she served another customer. If only she could slip on the floor in the kitchen and fall backwards into the deep fryer.

The car ride back, Dean glanced over at Sam who was staring out the window, still fuming. "Hey, what's up?" he asked. He was speeding to drop Sam off so he could go and pick up Katie so he figured he better deal with whatever was upsetting Sam now.

"Nothing," Sam mumbled, shifting in his seat.

"C'mon Sammy, what's got your panties in a twist?"

Sam couldn't contain himself. "You're fucking Katie, aren't you?"

The Impala swerved wildly before Dean got it under control again. "What?" he asked, coughing.

"You're fucking her." It was a statement.

Sam watched as Dean glared out the windshield, his eyes hard and drove steadily for a while. Just when Sam thought he wouldn't answer, Dean wrenched the steering wheel to the side and they turned down a deserted side street. He jammed on the brakes and Sam was too busy watching the ceiling of the car as his head snapped back when Dean grabbed him.

"No, I'm not fucking her," Dean growled, feeling angry that his brother would even think of him doing that to someone that wasn't Sam.

"Then what are you doing?" Dean tilted his head at Sam and smirked.

"Aw, is my little Sammy jealous?"

Sam flushed and he looked away from his brother's teasing eyes. "ShudupDean," he mumbled.

Dean's fingers relaxed his grip on Sam's shirt and he instead moved one hand to Sam's back to hold him upright and the other to trace the skin above the neckline of his shirt.

"My little boy is jealous, isn't he," he murmured, moving his lips to kiss Sam's cheek. Sam whimpered, feeling his brother's hot breath on his skin.

"You know what we do?" Dean pushed Sam down on the seat and leaned over him, placing soft kisses on his neck.

"Katie is a little cockslut, just like you. And she sucks my cock until I cum, and you know what I think about?" he asked against his brother's neck, licking it slowly.

"Wh-what?" Sam gasped, trying to catch his breath.

"I think of you sucking me, Sammy, your lips around me, your hair in my hands, and your hot little tongue licking me, cumming down your throat," he whispered huskily. Sam felt himself get even harder beneath his jeans and he groaned, hips bucking.

Dean moved his hand lower down to cup Sam's growing bulge and Sam nearly went crazy feeling his brother's hands on him.

"Look at you, getting so jealous. She can't even take me the way you can. Not the way you can swallow all of my cum, she can't even go all the way down." Dean palmed him slowly and Sam moaned loudly, trying to get Dean to do more.

"She's not as skilled as you are Sammy, you little slut." Dean moved to kiss his brother's prominent collarbone, nipping the skin. Sam groaned, reaching around his hand to run through Dean's hair. Dean sat up suddenly, yanking Sam with him and shoved open the car door.

Dean pushed it shut then slammed Sam up against it. "You've always wanted me to do this, haven't you, baby boy?" Dean grinded his hips into Sam, who moaned like anything.

"Always wanted your big brother to fuck you on his car. I've heard you whimpering in your sleep, you dirty slut." Dean sucked Sam's neck, leaving love bites.

"You love your brother's cock, don't you Sammy? You ache for it in your dreams, don't you?" Sam's legs, which were wrapped around Dean's waist, tightened and he desperately rubbed against him, needing friction.

"What do you say you show my cock how much you love it, huh?" Dean asked huskily in his ear. Sam loosened his legs around Dean and his brother turned them so Dean lay against the car.

"Go on, baby boy, show me how much you love it." Sam dropped to his knees, being the obedient boy he is, and his fingers fumbled as he struggled to unbutton Dean's pants. He unzipped them and reached into his brother's boxers, pulling out his hardening cock.

"That's right, Sammy, so experienced, knowing just how much to pull down your older brother's pants, you little cockslut," he murmured, running his hands through Sam's hair.

Sam took Dean's cock into his hand and kissed the tip before moving his mouth over it and looking up at Dean, doing the innocent, lost puppy look he knew always drove Dean crazy. Dean groaned loudly and began to push himself into Sam's eager mouth.

"Look at you, not even gagging, so used to your brother's size, had it so many times," he groaned, beginning to thrust into Sam's hot mouth. Sam moaned around his cock, beginning to palm himself with the other hand; he absolutely loved Dean's cock.

"Getting yourself off on my cock, no matter how many times you do it, you little slut," Dean murmured, watching down at Sam.

All too soon for Sam, Dean pulled out and bent down to lift Sam. Dean walked to the hood of the Impala in once stride and lay Sam down on it, getting his little brother's cock out of his jeans. Dean took it into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the head and Sam bucked his hips, face twisting as he groaned.

Dean made Sam release into his mouth and he swallowed every single drop of Sam's cum. He reached up and kissed his little brother, letting him taste himself on Dean's tongue.

"Sammy, Sammy, Sammy…" Dean yanked off Sam's jeans and boxers and pulled him to the edge of the hood, pulling out a mini bottle of lube he always carried around in his pocket.

"Look at you, a trembling mess on the hood, you sexy boy." Dean lubed his fingers and inserted them into Sam's tight hole, his brother hardening all over again.

"So tight Sammy…" Dean inserted another two fingers slowly, stretching Sam, before lubing his cock and slipping it into Sam's hole.

Sam felt himself trash and Dean held him down, slowly thrusting into him, watching as Sam bit his lip and pant for more.

"You dirty little boy, you love it when big brother Dean fucks you, don't you?" he cooed, beginning to thrust faster.

"Look at you, losing yourself over my cock, you love it, don't you baby boy, you love having Dean inside you, fucking your hole," Dean began pounding into Sam, gripping his hips as he rammed into him.

Sam cried out with pleasure, screaming into the night and Dean released one of his hips to wrap around Sam's cock, jerking it. "That's it, baby boy, cum for me, cum for your big brother…"

Sam gasped as he released a second time, he didn't even know he could do that, and Dean felt himself giving in watching Sam's beautiful features contorted in pleasure and he released into him, filling him with his cum.

Sam's head hit the back of the hood panting, and Dean reached up, giving him a long kiss.

"D-Dean, what about K-Katie," he gasped when Dean had pulled away; knowing Dean was supposed to pick her up. Dean lifted his little brother into a sitting position so he could kiss him some more.

"She just has to understand that my baby boy comes first."