It was Christmas day. Snow had dusted the streets and the tacky lights of the motel signed floated in through the window. The heat was out but that didn't matter. The brothers were rutting up against each other. Sam was pinned to the bed while his brother rode him to ecstasy. One of Dean's hands wrapped tightly around Sam's wrists, the other around his own cock. Each stroke of his hand was in time with Sam's thrusts. Sam pulled his arms free and replaced Dean's hand with his own. He sat up slightly and leaned his head against his brothers. "Come" He groaned, biting Dean's earlobe gently. "Come with me". Dean moaned against Sam's neck as he came, coating Sam's stomach in sticky white ropes.

"Merry Christmas" Dean breathed as he composed himself.

Sam sat in a dingy hotel room, a glass of whiskey in hand. Tears fell to the table making soft splashing sounds as they landed. This memory was the last memory he had of his brother before Dean descended to Hell.