mommy dean for @bellereluv 👀👀👀
sam can't sleep, it's cold in his bed and the thoughts just won't go away. He feels like a child when he gets up to slip under the sheets with his big brother.
dean is warm and firm, stable... like he always has been. he smells and feels like home and it's all sam can do not to immediately melt into the sheets and let it all drift away. he wants to watch dean sleep a little longer.
dean has always been gorgeous to sam. handsome and strong to others, beautiful and nurturing to sam. sam's eyes travel down dean's figure to his full, muscular chest and abdomen... his skin feels hot when the thought passes through sam's head that it kind of looks like dean has tits when he lays like this. it'd be so easy to latch on and just-
no. he shouldn't think that way about his big brother... there's something so wrong with him... but dean has always been a deep sleeper... Sam tentatively leans down, his lips suctioning around the pert nipple and immediately sam sighs, lapping at the bud like a baby. he's so into it he doesn't even hear dean call his name the first time until his head is being pulled away, a very perplexed dean looking back at him, "sammy??"
sam flushes a deep red, trying to scramble away but dean's hold on his head doesn't quite let him, "m' sorry– so sorry–" dean shushes him gently, "what do you need, baby?" sam whimpers with embarrassment and need, "m... I-" there's tears prickling at his lash line, he's looking up at his big brother for reassurance but he feels like a little boy blinking up at his mom, "need you m-mommy..." he whines and dean's eyebrows raise but he doesn't move away. his face softens into a sweet smile, he pets sam's hair back maternally.
"okay baby, let mommy take care of you..."
