(Walking Talking Wet Dream)
(Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural and its characters but I do own Dante Finch, so hands off ladies, lol. I do like to borrow the boys sometimes, they got style, flare, and oh, yeah, are drop-dead sexy.)
Plot: The hunt is over and it's time to relax. Now is the time to ponder the mysteries we face, like why is Dante such a walking talking wet dream? Let's ask him.
Warning: Explicit Wincest, explicit language, and schmoop warning.
Please read if you like this kind of thing.
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They got back and went downstairs to clean up. This of course took an hour and Dante didn't mind at all.
Dean had pushed Sam into the shower wall kissing him hard, running the soapy cloth over his tanned skin, washing away all trace of the succubus from his mate. His lips kissing wherever the water rinsed off. Sam pulled the cloth out of his hand and returned the favor, washing and kissing him clean. Both ended up rubbing together and stroking each other until they cried out their releases into each other's mouth, their kiss eating the words, their names, their words of love.
They dressed back in jeans and button downed shirts, Sam's navy blue and Dean's was green, like his eyes. They fixed their wet hair with a little gel and headed up to find Dante just finishing dressing as well in a black t-shirt that fit his chest and accentuated his toned arms, clinging to his muscular shoulders so good it should have been a sin to look that good in a t-shirt. It was a little too tight around the stomach but still managed to be loose there too. The black jeans were fitting and showed off his lean hips and waist, gripping his thighs slightly while fitting the lower legs but not clinging to them. All in all, his normal look. The boys sighed and grinned.
"Dante, why must you look like a walking, talking wet dream even when you are being casually dressed? It's enough to give us other mere mortals a complex." Dean teased his gorgeous cousin. Sure he looked like a greek god in human form but then again so did his Sammy, Dante had nothing on his totally hot and godlike tall husband. To Dean there was no contest between them. He just felt bad for the women that fell at his feet to worship Dante, they didn't stand a chance.
"Yeah, cuz, why must you look that way?" Claire teased, knowing it was just his regular look, he couldn't help the way he looked. He'd had the same effect on girls as a kid; he had just naturally been gorgeous all his life. She had learned to ignore it and saw the boys had learned to ignore it too.
"I'm just lucky that way I guess." Dante shrugged immodestly, arrogance and confidence was never in short supply with him at all.
They all laughed and headed to the elevator. When they got off and entered the bar, Dante and Claire cooked up the food. The boys and Dante grabbed a beer each and Claire had a gin and tonic. Sam had a salad and chicken tenders, Dean had a burger and fries. Dante decided to have the same as Dean and Claire had mozzarella sticks and salad. Dean eyed the salad like it was evil when Dante offered him some until Sam took it and sat it in front of Dean, nudging him. He did request extra dressing with it since he was being forced to eat one.
After several beers and many pool games later, along with some dart games, they all headed to bed. Claire went to paint and Dante headed to his room, pulling the privacy curtain closed behind him before stripping down and crawling under his sheets, placing his gun and knife under his pillow, his hand resting on them. He fell asleep immediately and stayed that way all night.
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They earned the celebration and the time as a family. None of them has had much in the way of family so it's nice they have each other.
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