Disclaimer: I don't own Dean or Sam, but I own my fingers… which wrote this.
Title: Strands
Rating: T
Summary: Dean is fascinated by Sammy's hair. semi Dean/Sam
Warnings: hair kink?, implied incest
Author's notes: my titles are based on my best friend who has decided to send me a prompt every once in a while. I finally decided to do them. If you have something you want written just leave it in my reviews. I'll get around to it.
If there is one thing Dean is good at besides killing, it's keeping his desires leashed, taming them into a lazy haze in the back of his own conscious. But Sammy always pushes at his walls, a giant, whiny, moping puppy pawing at his door.
"The eyes," Jo says, "that's what you can't resist."
But she's wrong, only sees the face and not what delicately, enchantingly surrounds it. Soft strands of hazelnut brown. The curls and the longing to take Sammy's strong jaw and cradle it like he would break if Dean held any tighter. The desire to smooth the pain creased forehead to smoothness with his lips, because that wicked hair frames its haggard, perfect face and makes it too beautiful.
That's what finally kills Dean.