I have decided to make Man Enough a series of one shots, staring our two favorite brothers. Some chapters will be shorter than others, and will be updated sporadically. Please review, I would love to hear what you think. A bunch of thanks to my dear Co-author/Beta-reader, she's the best. And thanks to anyone who favorited, followed, or reviewed. Y'all make my day!

Lots' o' Love,

Miss Vannix.


Sam laid underneath a sleeping Dean, watching him intently. The way his chest rose and fell with each soft, even breath. The way his eyes fluttered under his closed eyelids. Sam loved it. He looked so peaceful. Sam ran his fingertip along the side of Dean's nose, watching with a small smile as his nose twitched and he turned his head.

Sam then traced his hand lightly down Dean's spine, leaving small goosebumps in his wake. Dean shivered. Sam's smile grew and let his hand drift lower. He began to draw patterns into the bare skin of Dean's ass. He stilled as Dean shifted on his chest, pressing his nose into Sam's collarbone.

Sam sighed. Dean was really out of it. It was understandable why Dean was so tired. They'd just finished a hunt a few hours ago, and the wendigo had them running all over the forest. It throwing Dean into a tree certainly didn't help either. After they'd taken care of it, they had come back to the motel, stripped out of their sodden clothes, and promptly flopped down on the bed, already asleep.

With more confidence, he turned his head slightly and traced his brother's jaw with the tip of his tongue. Sam spanned his other hand across Dean's back and took Dean's earlobe between his teeth and tugged. He slowly drug the skin between his teeth, letting it fall out of his mouth when he felt Dean sign against his chest.

Normal people are trying to sleep.

Sam laughed and pulled back to look at his brother's sleepy eyes. He signed against Dean's back, Good thing we aren't normal then, hmm?

Sam cupped Dean's cheek and sealed his lips over his brother' kiss was slow and sweet, Sam gently letting his tongue dip into the chambers of Dean's mouth, and Dean sleepily responding, becoming more awake as the kiss continued. Dean's hands tangled in Sam's hair, tugging on the soft locks of hair until Sam moaned at the twinges of pain that quickly turned to pleasure.

Sam could feel his cock stirring against Dean's bare hip and clutched him closer, digging his fingers into the flesh, leaving fresh bruises. He let out another moan when Dean ripped his lips from his, sinking his teeth into the soft flesh of Sam's throat. Sam's arms tightened around his brother, bringing him close and drawing the pad of his tongue down his throat, leaving a searing trail behind.

Sam quickly flipped them over, pressing Dean's back into the scratchy motel sheets. He held Dean's gem green eyes for a moment before he pressed a kiss onto Dean's lips. Sam slid his lips, teeth, and tongue down Dean's sculpted chest, paying special attention to each nipple and his prominent hip bones. He smiled as Dean shuddered beneath him, his fingers digging into Sam's shoulders. Sam stopped when he reached Dean's member and began his trek back up Dean's chest, his brother's frustrated groan rumbling against his lips.

When Sam was face to face with Dean again, he pressed his lips softly against his older brother's, and murmured against them, "You ready for me, Dean? Cause I'm ready for you." To punctuate his words, he rubbed his erect member against Dean's, drawing moans from both of them.

Dean wrapped his legs tightly around Sam's hips and nodded. Sam dropped his head to the crook of Dean's neck as he slowly entered him. The soundless moans that came from underneath him surged him on, and Sam gasped as he was sheathed tightly inside his brother.

He gave Dean a moment to adjust before he began to rock in out of Dean, hitting that spot that made him spasm and arch his back. Sam laid his forehead against Dean's, closing his eyes as his slow pace began to bring them both close to the edge. Sam's hand snaked down between their chests, grabbing Dean's weeping member, and with a twist of his wrist and a squeeze of his hand, Dean was spasming and climaxing between their chests.

Sam orgasmed after one last thrust, shouting his pleasure. He collapsed on Dean, his forearms no longer able to hold him up. Sam finally found the strength to slowly extract himself out of Dean, rolling over so he didn't crush his brother. Sam then pulled Dean closer, wrapping his arms tightly around him.

I love you, Dean. More than you can comprehend. Sam signed against Dean's upper arm.

Love you too, Sammy. You're my bitch. Now, can I get some sleep without you pawing at me? Dean signed back.

Sam rolled his eyes and pulled Dean closer.

Sleep before I find something else for us to do.