The Winchesters belong to Kripke Enterprises and the CW, not me.
More Movie Nights, Chapter 10
I am warning you , right now. This one smears Smut all over a beloved children's book. If you are of the delicate little flower type, don't go any further. I wouldn't want to damage your fragile sensibilities.
Dean lay shirtless on the hood of the Impala, soaking up the mild Mid-Western sun. He had his eyes closed and the sunlight through his eyelids turned the world red. He heard the door of the bunker open and then footfalls trudged up the stairs. The Impala's hood flexed as a large body climbed on and a big hand rubbed his belly.
"Your belly is so nice and warm, my green eyed tiger cub." Sam's voice rumbled in his ear.
Dean responded with a deep in his throat "Hmmm", like the purring of a cat, as the hand continued to stroke his skin.
Sam breathed in his ear, "You're my sweet little Hunny Pot." His hand went to Deans' zipper and lowered his jeans. A long, wet tongue licked up his dick, the tingle starting up his erection.
"Damn it, Sam. Not out here! Anybody could come by and see us."
"Don't be a grumpy old Eeyore. We're the only ones out here in the Hundred Acre Wood. Don't you want to be a sweet, loving Tigger for your Christopher Robin?"
Dean opened his eyes and looked down at the back of Sam's head. "You really are a pervert. How could you even begin to think of Winnie the Pooh with your mouth on my dick?"
Sam laughed and muttered, "My sweet little Hunny pot. Tastes just like Hunny. Yum, yum."
Sam took his hand and pulled Dean off the Impala, sliding his ass over the smooth, shiny surface.
"Come with me, Tigger, my sweet furry pussy. We'll go inside and I'll let you play bouncy, bouncy."
Sam leaned in and whispered in his brother's ear.
"On my dick."