Dean woke up the next morning, feeling beyond rested. It was one of the best nights of sleep he had gotten in awhile. He had dreamed of Sam, the two of them sitting on the hood of the Impala, sipping beer and watching the stars, cradled in each others arms. It had been pleasant, and Dean was pretty sure he had woken up smiling. He turned his head, looking for Sam.
He was right there by his side, lying on his stomach, snoring lightly. The covers were halfway off of him, just covering his legs. His shirt had rucked up slightly, showing off the smooth muscles of his lower back. Dean turned to lay on his side and traced a finger down Sam's sleeping form. He started at his shoulder, slowly moving down Sam's spine, all the way down to where it curved at his bottom. He traced back up, then back down, continuing until Sam stirred and opened his eyes.
"Morning Sasquatch." Sam smiled at him and pulled him down for a kiss, a good morning I hope you slept well kiss. It was slow and gentle, and when Dean probed his tongue against Sam's lips, he let him in. Dean moved to straddle Sam, never breaking the kiss as he did so. He positioned himself to sit on Sam's stomach, but he could feel his younger brother's morning wood pressing lightly against his rear and as he did so. He purposefully rocked back onto it, earning himself a moan that bespoke just how horny Sam was. They had followed the doctor's instructions of no sexual activity, but it was becoming clearer that neither of them could hold out much longer.
"Dean..." Sam was as taut as a piano wire under him, and Dean wanted to bring him some relief. But not just yet. He wanted to draw out the pleasant torture that was teasing Sam longer, that way he could really get Sam going later that day. He ground against Sam one more time and rolled off of him. "I'm hungry Sammy. Want some breakfast?"
Sam moved fast and pinned Dean down on the bed. "Does Dean Winchester's Sausage count as a hearty meal to start your day?" He started to bite gently along Dean's jaw and neck, a moan escaping from his lips as Sam continued his ministrations. "Not yet Sammy. I want this to last for awhile." Dean pushed him off, no easy task but Sam yielded to him. Dean rose from the bed and adjusted his own erection that was tenting the front of his sweatpants.
Sam licked his lips, staring Dean up and down. "Like what you see Sammy?" Dean made a show of bending over suggestively as he rummaged around in his duffle looking for clothes. He heard Sam rise from the bed and pad over to him. He ran his fingers down Dean's sides, drawing him up to press against his body. "I don't like what I see Dean. I love it." Dean mewled as Sam's tongue teased his ear, worrying the soft parts of it between his teeth and lips. He let his hands roam all over Dean's shirtless body, trailing over the edges of his muscles, leaving little paths over electricity over Dean's skin.
"Fuck Sammy..." He moved away as Sam started to push his hands down the front of his pants. "Not yet Sam. Not yet." Sam whimpered as Dean's warm body pulled away. "But if you're really nice you can come shower with me." He made his way to the bathroom, stepping out of his sweatpants as he did so. Sam noticed that Dean was going commando, and he practically ran to him, shutting the door behind him.
Dean turned on the water, making sure it was at the point of just too hot. He put his hands on the waistband of Sam's sweatpants and pushed them down, taking Sam's boxers with them. Sam pulled his shirt over his head, revealing the body that Dean loved to touch. Dean stepped into the shower, holding out his hand to pull Sam in.
Dean pulled him against the wall, arms circling around him, and kissed him slow and sweet. As he did so, he squirted some body wash into his hands and lathered them up, and began to wash Sam.
He didn't so much wash as worship Sam's body. He made his way all over Sam, slow and sensual, relaxing every muscle in his body. Sam became pliant in his arms, relaxing against his bodies. All of the pain and tension of the last week was rubbed away as Dean washed and took care of Sammy, his Sammy.
Sam returned the favor to Dean, washing him, soaping his body up and appreciating the feel of his older brother in his arms. He put all of his thanks into washing Dean, thanks for being there for him, thanks for loving him, thanks to Heaven for Dean, his Dean.
They ended their shower with a long kiss, Dean's knees bent slightly as Sam leaned him back, just like in old movies when the guy kissed the girl at the end and they lived happily ever after. Not that Sam thought of Dean as anything less than the man he was, he just found it to be romantic.
They dried each other off, rubbing noses against each other as Dean toweled Sam's long hair. The intimacy of the gesture made Sam's heart melt. They emerged from the bathroom finally, feeling much cleaner and warmer.
Dean dutifully kept his hands off Sam as he got dressed, holding to his promise from earlier. Sam was going to need some food in him for what he had in mind.
They drove to a diner that seemed like it would have a good breakfast menu, and they weren't disappointed in the least. Dean drooled at the selections, and even Sam's eyes went wide with the large variety of choices on the menu. Dean finally decided on a mix of sausage and biscuits covered in gravy, and decided to wash it all down with coffee. Sam opted for blueberry pancakes, a side of eggs, and orange juice.
They ate in silence, so ravenous were they. However, it didn't stop Sam from throwing Dean suggestive glances, eyes flashing with lust. Dean had never thought that someone could make eating pancakes sexy, but Sam was doing a damn fine job of it. Dean was horny enough already, but Sam's little noises of pleasure as he ate his breakfast were too much. The waitress came back over one more time, and Sam turned those big pretty eyes on her as she asked if she could get them anything else. Sam gestured for her to lean down so he could whisper in her ear. Dean couldn't hear what he was saying, but the way Sam kept looking at him he knew that whatever it was, he was going to be that much more frustrated. Normally Sam wasn't the one to cock tease. Dean did that to Sam, touching, caressing, nipping at Sam until they both couldn't stand it anymore gave themselves to each other.
It's not that Sam didn't tease Dean – he did it plenty, whether he knew it or not, it was just that he always told Dean he was so good at it that he felt he did a bad job of it. Dean didn't think so – Sam could tease him just as good. Sam was clearly in tune with his inner... demon? Dean pushed that thought from his mind – his brother in the clutches of one of those awful beings was the last thing he wanted. Maybe the bump on his head had awakened Sam's inner nymph or whatever. Maybe it was just Sam trying out something new. Their conversation the night before had made both of them think about their relationship, and clearly both had come out of it with some different ideas.
Dean let all of this run through his mind as he ate the last of his biscuit, sopping up the last few drops of gravy with it. The waitress came back with what Sam had ordered, and Dean flicked his eyes over to where she sat a bowl down in front of Sam. Sam flashed a dazzling smile of thanks at her and then settled his gaze on Dean. Without removing his eyes from his big brother's face, Sam raised a spoonful of cool vanilla yogurt to his lips. Sam's tongue snaked out of his mouth, scooping the cold substance into his mouth. Dean nearly dropped his biscuit as Sam made the exact same face as he did when he swallowed Dean's cock and had warm cum shooting down his throat. Sam did this again and again, watching Dean get more and more uncomfortable. On the last bite of it, his mouth full of yogurt, Sam opened his mouth and forced it out, just enough to spill over his lips then lick his tongue over them.
Dean made a noise that was as close to a whimper as Sam had ever heard him make.
The waitress came back and asked if they were done, and once more Sam turned that radiant smile on her, flirting back with her. He could practically feel the heat radiating off of Dean, a mix of jealousy and lust (okay mostly lust) that hit Sam like a palpable force.
Sam looked back at him, asking innocently "Ready to go Dean?"
Dean spoke, but his voice was choked with arousal. "Not... not yet Sammy." Sam saw him adjust in his seat, trying to hide his erection. Sam allowed himself a small smile as he saw that his little stunt with the yogurt had worked.
Sam decided to carry it one step further and say "Should have let me eat sausage, Dean." Dean was wondering when exactly it wound up being Sam teasing him, and tried to figure out a way to give Sam some payback for his efforts.
Not that he was disappointed. Sam had done a terrific job of playing him without so much as laying a finger on him. And Dean was one who admired creativity.
Finally Dean felt like his erection had shrunk enough to where he could walk without embarrassment. Sam led the way out of the restaurant, holding the door for Dean. Sam positioned himself so that he could subtly let his hand brush against Dean's hip as he moved past him. That briefest of contacts had Dean at full hardness again like clockwork and he walked uncomfortably to the Impala as Sam stuck a few quarters into a newspaper machine, extracting a copy of the local rag. Dean settled himself into the car and heard Sam whistling, nothing in particular, just an "I'm pleased with myself" tune that he had made up off the top of his head.
Sam opened the passenger door and looked at him, a smug smile on his face as he closed the door.
"Sammy what the hell?" Dean was more surprised than angry.
"Um... I like yogurt man. It's good for you." Sam opened the paper as Dean started up the car and left the parking lot
"You know what I meant, bitch."
Sam didn't even offer his trademark retort. "Should have let me blow you Dean. I was ready and willing but you said nope. So consider that payback. Besides..." he leaned over and whispered right into Dean's ear, "You know I'll do it later. Gonna suck you so good that you won't be able to walk straight for a week. And that's a promise." Dean nearly lost control of the car as Sam blew hot air across his ear and then settled back into his side of the seat.
Sam cleared his throat and spoke, his tone completely normal. "In the meantime, how does an unusual murder sound? Got a guy hear who's organs..."
Whatever Sam said next was lost on Dean, because he was far too busy thinking about Sam's gorgeous mouth wrapped around his dick, delivering the promise he had made not two minutes ago.
. . .
In what could only be considered record time, Sam and Dean had tracked down the victim's family, gotten the information they needed, and had then killed their latest monster, a positively brutish werewolf. Sam had killed the thing, really neatly, a perfect shot that not even Dean could have managed. Dean felt like he had just been there for backup, the way Sam moved. Sam positively glowed in the praise that Dean had bestowed upon him for such a good shot. He had turned into an exceptional hunter, and Dean beamed at the fact. He had had a lot to do with that. The best part was when Sam had kissed him right there in the lair that the beast now lay dead in, adrenaline pumping in his veins, drinking in Dean because they were alive and Sam had done such a good job. Happiness was practically rolling off of Sam in that horrid space, and it continued to do so as they made their way back to their hotel room.
Sam collapsed on the bed, sighing with happiness. Sighing with happiness because for once everything had gone smoothly, and no more people were hurt. Sighing with happiness because Dean had practically praised him for his work. He knew that Dean was always proud of him, the way he looked at him, but to actually hear it warmed Sam's heart immeasurably.
Dean stuffed the gun he had been carrying into the bag on the bed next to Sam and then moved over to Sam to straddle him. They were both tired, dirty, and sweaty but Dean could have cared less – Sam was a vision of beauty, his face glowing with pride. Dean looked at him, soaking up the radiance that was Sam Winchester when he was happy. Sam reached up and put his arms on Dean's biceps, rubbing them and holding him steady.
"Sammy I don't know know if I should kiss you or take you out for a beer. That was some damned fine hunting." Sam beamed and said to him "You know, it's perfectly alright to do both Dean. I won't tell anyone that you kissed your little brother just because he's a good shot." Sam pulled him down, and pressed his lips to Dean's, arms circling around his back. One hand moved up to curl into Dean's hair, the other rubbing up and down his spine.
Sam pressed his tongue against Dean's lips, seeking invitation, and Dean let him in, tasting Sam. He inhaled Sam's scent – gunpowder, sweat, and the musk that was just the younger Winchester. It was a heady combination that no man-made product could ever equal. It drove Dean wild, and in spite of hunting all day, he was still very much aroused from earlier, and clearly Sam was too. Gone were their earlier plans to tease at each other, now replaced by a burning need for physical contact.
Dean pulled off of Sam and removed his jacket, tossing it to the floor behind him, along with his shirts. Sam sat up and pulled his t-shirt over his head, then immediately resumed kissing Dean, holding him in his lap. Dean wouldn't say it out loud, but this was one of his favorite positions – straddling Sam while he kissed him, his strong arms wrapped around him. It made him feel both safe and loved.
They stayed like that for a long time, just drinking each other in, fingers trailing over muscles, skin lighting up under rough hands, each gesture full of love. Dean craned his head back as Sam's tongue and teeth trailed over the sensitive flesh of his neck and jaw. Each brush of contact sent little jolts of electricity down Dean's spine, right down to the base of his cock. He moaned, low and filthy, as Sam circled his left nipple with his tongue, lapping at it, teasing it to full hardness. Then he bit down on it, finding that perfect balance of pleasure and pain. Dean dug his fingernails into Sam's shoulder, leaving marks that would take time to fade. Sam used his other hand to reach down and rub Dean's achingly hard cock through his jeans. Dean groaned at the contact, and bit down onto Sam's shoulder, drawing blood to the surface. No one but Sam could make his whole body feel like this, every nerve sensitive to touch, every surface an erogenous zone.
Sam was loving having Dean in his lap. So often his big brother held him, carried him, took care of him, but now it was Sam's turn to do that for Dean. Dean, even though he never said it out loud, loved giving himself over to Sam. Dean was putty in his arms to be molded, an instrument to be played. Of course, he and Dean took turns, topping or bottoming as they pleased. Some nights Sam wanted Dean inside him bad and others Dean liked nothing better for Sam to pound him into the mattress. But tonight felt different somehow. It felt a lot more loving, tender.
Sam released Dean's now bright red nipple from his mouth and leaned up to whisper into his ear. "Remember my promise from earlier? How I was going to suck you good and dry?" Dean could only groan in response as Sam continued to palm his cock through the rough fabric of his jeans. "I'm going to lay you on your back..." Sam stood and lifted Dean, then gently set him down on the mattress. "I'm going to kiss all the way down your body." Sam planted his lips, slowly and exquisitely, down a straight line from Dean's mouth all the way down to his waistline, tongue trailing along as he licked up the taste of Dean's skin, hot and tinged with salt. "I'm going to take these pants off of your hot legs." With the utmost of care, Sam unfastened Dean's pants, careful to not touch the straining erection there, and pulled them down, one leg at a time. He came back up and blew warm air across the outline of Dean's cock, still covered by a pair of green boxer-briefs. Sam wasn't even touching him and he felt like he was going to cum.
"You like that big brother? You like your little Sammy teasing you? Like thinking about what he's going to do next?" Sam stuck out his tongue and licked right above the waistline of Dean's underwear, his hands kneading Dean's strong thighs.
"Sammy please..." The torture was exquisite, but Dean was quickly losing control of his thoughts, wanting nothing but Sam to put his wet, deliciously warm mouth on him. "Please suck me. Please let me fuck that hot mouth of yours." Dean moved to grab Sam's hair and force him down, but Sam batted it away, clicking his tongue. "Naughty, naughty boy Dean. You just earned yourself another minute of torture." Sam stood up from where he was kneeling in between Dean's legs, and stripped off his jeans, moving so slowly that it seemed as though time stood still. Sam never broke eye contact with Dean as he did so. "You see all of this Dean?" Sam ran his hands all over his body, occasionally passing into this underwear to palm his cock. "Only you get to see this. Only you get to touch this." Sam peeled off his underwear, that gloriously big cock springing out. He gripped it, stroking it slowly from the base all the way up, moaning loudly as his callused hand pass over the thick head, a big, shining drop of precum welling out and hanging from the end. "No one but you gets to touch this Dean." Sam swiped a finger over the end, taking the precum in his fingers. He moved back over to the bed and looked into Dean's lust blown eyes as he brought two fingers up and put them to Dean's lips. His older brother's tongue snaked out and lapped up the precum was there. "Only you get to taste this Dean." He leaned down and whispered into Dean's ear. "And Dean, if you die before me, and I hope to the highest of heavens that doesn't happen, only you will ever have me. No one else." Dean's heart nearly broke at that statement, and Sam took his face in his hands. "Do you know why Dean? Because I could never, ever love another person as much as I love you."
Dean never cried during sex, unless they were tears of pleasure, which on occasion, Sam very much made him shed. But the naked, honest, love and warmth that Sam was showing him right now was too much. Fat, salty tears rolled down Dean's face as Sam kissed him, kissed him like he was the only thing in the world that mattered.
And to Dean, Sam was all that mattered.
They held each other like that for a long time, naked on the bed, reveling in each other, because it's what they needed, that close contact that only two souls made for each other could manage.
Eventually, Sam backed off of Dean and pushed him to lay back on the bed, and he hovered over Dean's body, looking into his eyes as he moved to pause over Dean's still hard cock. He then canted his head down, his mouth open, and slowly, so wonderfully slowly, took Dean in his mouth.
The gasp that came out of Dean was music to Sam's ears. He had gauged his efforts perfectly, and now Dean was completely open to Sam's efforts. He bobbed his head up and down slowly on Dean's cock, listening to Dean moan and groan and chant his name. "Sam...Sam...Sam" like a mantra, afraid to stop lest Sam should disappear. Sam sped up, his tongue catching every little sweet spot on Dean's cock, Sam's hands rubbing his thighs, coaxing more and more sensation out of him. Sam any other day was a first-class cocksucker, but it seemed as thought today it was ten times better. Dean's back arched as Sam's tongue plunged into his slit, seeking out more taste, more of what Dean had to give. His whole body was taut but relaxed, hot but cold as he responded to Sam's stimulations.
The fire of orgasm began to stir in Dean's lower body, and he knew that he wasn't going to last much longer. Sam must have felt the muscles he was currently touching tense, and he sped up, jacking Dean's cock as his mouth bobbed over the head, tongue swirling over it.
"Sammy I'm gonna cum." Dean's voice was a broken whisper, so completely filled with pleasure was he. Sam said around Dean's cock "Cum for me Dean."
And he did.
Dean felt like he had never cum more in his life, feeling like his very essence was traveling out out of him and into Sam's waiting mouth. Sam positioned himself so that it splattered on his face, his hair, and his tongue He wanted Dean to see just how much there was, and it turned Sam on immensely to have Dean's seed all over his face. Dean finally collapsed backwards, gasping for air. Sam moved up next to him, telling him to open his eyes.
Sam looked down at him and said "Dean that was beautiful. You came so pretty for me, just for me." Dean opened his eyes and almost inaudibly uttered "Holy shit" at all of the cum on Sam's face. "Sammy I..."
"Shhhhh." He licked the cum from around his lips and made an incredibly sexual moan as he swallowed it. "Tastes so good Dean – like heaven." He scooped some of it up with his fingers, passing it back and forth between Dean and himself. Soon they were sharing it mouth to mouth, letting the taste wash over both of them. Dean could feel himself getting hard again.
With one last gentle bite on Dean's lips, Sam backed off of him. "Your turn babe – whatever you want to do." Sam laid his head on Dean's chest, listening to his heartbeat.
Dean kissed the top of Sam's head and said to him "I want you inside me Sammy. I want you to make love to me." Sam responded by kissing Dean on the lips, and then moving down between Dean's legs.
Dean's eyes went wide. He thought Sam was going to go in dry. "Sammy please don't..."
Sam looked at him, a smile on his face. "Easy there Dean. Just going to get you nice and ready."
Dean found his hips suspended in the air, his legs thrown Sam's shoulders, and Sam's tongue plunging into the space between his buttocks. His cock grew hard again, responding to the wonderful sensation of having Sam's tongue in his ass. Sam was very, very good at eating Dean out as well. If Dean could squirm beneath him, he would have but his being held aloft made that difficult. He couldn't make any sound aside from loud, low moans as Sam teased him open, strong thumbs holding his cheeks just far enough apart to get to the sensitive spots in around the tight ring of muscle. It was getting to be too much to bear. He needed Sam inside him, and soon.
It was almost like Sam was reading his mind. He set Dean back down and grabbed the lube that he had set on the bedside table. He coated himself and Dean generously, watching Dean's face the whole time. A mix of pleasure and anticipation passed over him, knowing what was coming next.
As Sam applied the lube, he looked at Dean and asked as sweetly as he could "Do you want me to use a condom? If you do, I can. No problem at all."
Dean pondered this for a moment, looking at Sam as he did so. "I trust you Sammy. Besides – I've been wanting to ride you bareback for awhile now." Sam smiled at him, nodding his head. "Anything for you big brother."
Sam lined himself up with Dean's wet, tight entrance. He bent down, locking his lips with Dean's. The moment his tongue plunged into his mouth, his cock slid into Dean, earning himself a loud growl of pain and pleasure as Sam went in, inch by glorious inch. Sam went slow, really slow, giving as much time as possible for Dean to adjust.
Dean let out his breath, relaxing as much as he could. As many times as Sam had topped him, it still never got any easier. Of course, Dean wouldn't have it any other way. His lips still pressed to Sam's, he ground his hips down, indicating that he was ready.
And Sam, his sweet, wonderful, careful Sam, slowly began to move. As he started his wonderfully slow thrusts, he whispered into Dean's ear how much he loved him, how wonderful he was, just praising Dean, reassuring him that he wanted nothing more than what he had now in this moment. Normally Dean was all dirty talk when he topped Sam, but Sam was all... Sam. Sam tried, really tried to be nasty, but he just didn't have it in him. Sam always put Dean's pleasure first, and that in itself was enough to make Dean's heart swell.
Sam began to move a little faster, sitting upright to jack Dean's cock with one hand, the other stroking his torso, just feeling Dean under his fingers. Dean closed his eyes, focusing on the feeling that was Sam inside him. He felt delightfully full: nothing else compared to having Sam inside him. It was as close as they ever got to being joined together completely. He could feel Sam's cock brushing against his prostate, making it more and more sensitive, another orgasm looming.
Sam sped up just a little bit more, rolling his hips slightly as he continued to thrust. Dean's moans increased in volume that much more, urging Sam on. Dean insisted that it didn't hurt, but Sam knew better. Still, he obliged Dean by speeding up, falling into a steady rhythm as he continued to stimulate Dean's now weeping cock.
Every time it seemed a coherent thought formed in Dean's brain, it was interrupted by Sam's massive dick. Dean was a total whore for Sam topping him, and eventually he was just going to tell him that. Sam knew every spot that could make Dean cum, and right now he was doing a very good job of hitting the one that he loved the most. He let his eyes roll back into his head, the muscles in his lower body tightening as his orgasm drew ever closer, brief teases of it tickling at his nerves.
"Sammy... soon... gonna..." Sam sped up, reading Dean's words like a book. The tightness of Dean's ass, that wonderfully perfect ass, was pushing him ever closer to the edge as well. Dean was falling apart under him, completely given over to his pleasure. Sam fed off of it, thrusting faster and faster.
Dean let himself go completely, and before his brain registered what was happening, he came, yelling Sam's name. His cum spattered across his body, hitting his face, chest, stomach-everywhere. Watching Dean's cum fly was enough for Sam to tip into the beautiful chasm of climax, and he released deep inside Dean's body, going cross eyed as he let out a moan that started as Dean's name but ended up being a wordless noise of pleasure, a sound ripped from his body.
It took both of them a few minutes to begin thinking straight again, but when Sam opened his eyes again, Dean was lying beneath him wearing the biggest, stupidest, I just got my brains fucked out smile that Sam had ever seen. Sam's own face crinkled into a grin, and they laughed, because truly, they had no other reaction to what had just passed between them.
Sam slowly extracted his softening cock from Dean's ass, and laid down next to his older brother, perfectly aware of the fact that he was lying in Dean's cum but not caring in the least.
"Dean what... how did you cum that much?" Sam was beyond surprised.
"Sammy I..." his body shook with laughter "I don't know. Heaven I suppose. Cas, you watching this? You see how much Sam made me cum? That's gotta be like... a record." He continued laughing, rolling to smush his face against Sam's shoulder, tears of mirth streaming from his eyes. Sam laughed too, laughed because it felt so damn good.
Eventually, their moment of giddiness passed, and Dean was smiling as he gave Sam a long, tender post-coital kiss, the kind that warms the blood just right. Sam drank that kiss in like water, like Dean was the balm for all of his ills.
Which Dean was, most of the time.
Dean backed off of him, only because it was getting hard to breathe, and looked at Sam his eyes full of love.
"You know Sammy, it's times like this that makes me wish that we could just stop, have that apple pie life I'm always giving you such a rough time about."
Sam nuzzled against Dean's neck, saying "Dean I know that sex makes you loopy, but I don't think you could handle the apple pie life. Besides..." Sam moved to lay on his side and look down at Dean. "I like to watch that hot little ass of yours chase evil shit. Makes me feel all funny inside."
Dean sat up, imitating Sam, running his fingers through his hair. "And I don't think I'll ever get over you throwing a knife. I ever tell you that watching those big muscly arms of yours gets me going?"
Sam kissed him again, smiling. "You've mentioned it once or twice, I believe. Maybe I'll make a tape of me doing bicep curls for a Christmas present."
"Don't get me excited Sammy, seriously." Dean let that thought run wild for a moment.
"You're adorable, you know that?" Sam pinched Dean's cheek and rose from the bed, stretching to his full height, arms extending over his head.
"You know Sammy I was going to say something about me being badass but watching you stretch kinda made me forget my words there for a second." Dean stood as well, pressing his cum-covered body to Sam and looking up into his eyes.
"Sammy I love you."
"I love you too Dean." They kissed, gently, lingering on each other for a moment.
Dean drew in a breath and spoke. "I don't know about you Sam, but hunting werewolves and sex makes me kind of hungry. You in?"
Sam's stomach rumbled, causing Dean to chuckle loudly. "I think that's the answer you're looking for. And for once Dean, I really want a burger. The biggest, juiciest hamburger in Atlanta."
Dean clapped Sam on the shoulder and started to walk towards the bathroom. "Now that Sammy boy, that is music to my ears."
Sam shook his head and followed Dean, saying "Speak for yourself – you sing real pretty with my dick up your ass."
"Hey, I like it Sammy. What do you want me to do, scrunch my face up and say get it out?"
"Nope. I want you to turn on that shower so we can go eat."
It was awhile before they got around to doing that.