Day 06: Wearing Each Other's Clothes
Title: Weird Sex Thing
Summary: At a moment of weakness, Sam forgets to knock on Dean's door and gets a lot more information than he'd bargained for.
Notes: Poor Sammy...
Honestly, it was a wonder why Sam hadn't combusted by now. Ever since Dean and Cas confessed their gay little feelings for each other, their insufferable eye-sex became loud, brain-bleaching real sex that occurred often enough to cause Sam to become unable to even stomach the two in the same room. Seriously, he believed their random, spur of the moment make-out sessions were just his brother's sick, twisted way to make his life a living hell...and between you and him? It was working.
But he'd been civil about his discomfort. Sam made sure to check into his own room at every motel (that was on the complete other side of the building; he learned his lesson the first time), tune Dean out when he made a lewd, inappropriate comment about their apparently very satisfying sex life, and get the hell out of Dodge when they gave each other "The Sex Face" (yes, it had happened that often that Sam even had a name for it). Don't get him wrong though; he was happy that Dean and Cas had finally gotten together after years of "secret" pining and totally-not-brooding-Sammy-shut-the-hell-up (take a guess on who he was mainly talking about…). He just wished they were a little more discrete with their...happiness, you know?
And as expected, it was at a moment of weakness—when he'd found a lead on the werewolf they'd been hunting for the last few days and innocently decided to clue the lovebirds in—when he made a careless mistake and suffered the gruesome, mentally scarring consequences.
Sam was so pumped at finally discovering it was the charming yet apparently pedophiliac high school history teacher that had been their werewolf all along, he'd forgotten that he was now supposed to knock on Dean's door before entering and swung the door open, "Hey, Guys, I—" He cut off when he caught sight of the odd situation presented in front of him.
"Hey, Sammy." Dean greeted casually, as if he wasn't dressed in a familiar ruffled suit and trench coat.
Sam felt his eyebrows reach his hairline, "Uh..."
"Hello, Sam," Castiel said, sporting one of Dean's old plaid shirts and faded pair of jeans that hung loosely on his smaller frame, "Have you uncovered anything crucial to the case?"
"Yeah, I think I know who our mutt is." Sam said, eyes flickering between the two, "So...is this some sort of weird sex thing, or...?"
He knew his horrifying words were true when Cas blushed slightly and Dean's lips curled into a coy smirk. Dean—not even trying to keep the shit-eating grin off his smug face—gave him a half-hearted shrug, "…Yeah." His answer was punctuated by Sam slamming the door behind him on his way out.
The younger Winchester brother literally had to stop for a moment and put his full focus on terminating all mental pictures that unwillingly flitted across his mind. When he'd finally bleached his brain out as thoroughly as possible and shook off the shudder that was threatening to crawl up his spine, he decided he'd much rather fight the werewolf on his own if it meant he'd be able to get away from those freaky bastards.
Author's Note: Hey, if you like this story and don't want a swarm of eagles to swoop down and steal my laptop, you should consider reviewing. These reviews are always so fun to read, and I'd love for the opportunity to read more (and you know...I really like my laptop and don't want an army of birds to ransack my shit).