Sixteen year old Sam stood there in the motel room bathed in candlelight. A hodge podge Dean picked up at a thrift store. There was a Christmas candle and two with a Halloween theme.
He stood there in the middle of the room nervously tugging his jacket sleeves that were too short but they couldn't afford new dress clothes.
Twenty year old Dean came out of the bathroom dressed in silk, he was slim, youthful and lovely with his lips painted red and his eyes outlined with kohl. Sam thought he was prettier than any girl he wanted to ask to the dance.
His voice came softly, almost shy, "Well?"
"You look so pretty Dean…thank you for this."
"Hey my little brother's first dance is special. I love you Sammy, I'd do anything for you."
Dean put on some music and the pair held each other swaying to love song. Dean looked up at his tall, skinny, awkward brother and saw the handsomest guy in the world. He wanted so bad to kiss him but always let Sam make the first move and so far he hadn't.
He could feel his brother's desire brushing against the silk he was wearing and longed to touch his Sammy there but again held back.
When the song ended Sam bent down, held his brothers face in his long, spidery fingers and kissed him. Dean had kissed a lot of people in his young life and this was sloppy but he didn't care. Sam had finally kissed him and all was right with the world.
After that he showed him how, locking their lips just right and soon Sam was pushing Dean back toward the bed until he hit the edge and fell backward.
Sam stood there panting, his eyes dark and a little wild. Dean pulled up the silk exposing himself and closed his eyes waiting for anything his brother wanted to do to him.
"You're all mine Dean."
"I'm all yours Sammy…forever."