It was a calm day, one that they rarely have. It’s been two days since they’ve gotten a distress call from anyone with any ghost, demon, or boogieman bullshit. Sam was making breakfast, or well dinner for Sam, it was breakfast for Dean. Humming while stirring around the eggs in the pan, he was wearing the stupid apron that had “NOT ONLY SEXY BUT CAN COOK TOO” embroidered on it. It’s the one apron that Dean got for him, despite Sam’s insistence against it.
Secretly, Sam really did like wearing it when he cooked, especially when he was cooking for Dean. He did hate what it said, but it reminded him of Dean. So, it wasn’t so bad.
“I knew something smelled good!” Dean’s voice called from behind him. Speak of the Devil and he shall appear. “What’s cookin’ good lookin’?”
Sam repressed the urge to sigh. From experience, he’s learned it’s just better to ignore Dean’s tacky flirtations. “Eggs and bacon. With some other stuff thrown in.”
“Oh what, some gross rabbit food?”
“Yes, Dean. Some rabbit food. Because I’m making this for myself too.”
“Thank you, Daaaddy,” Dean teased, his voice high and whiney. He moved beside Sam where he was cooking, mindlessly wrapping an arm around Sam’s waist. “Damn that actually looks pretty good.”
“Uh-huh.” Sam took note of the ‘actually’. He tried shrugging off Dean’s hold. “Get out of the way, man. It’s not safe.”
“Don’t worry so much, Sammy-baby. A little burn on me will heal right up.”
“I meant it’s not safe for me.”
“Jesus, okay fine. I’ll get out of your way.”
Finally. “Thank you.”
Sam naively, dumbly, foolishly thought that was the end of the ordeal, and that he could go back to cooking a nice meal for his brother in peace. That was not the case.
Dean let go of him. Sam felt the drag of Dean’s arm across his back as he withdrew his hold. He felt the pressure of Dean’s body, against his side, leave him. He didn’t care to glance up to see if he really went, too focused on making sure the omelette came out right and he didn't burn himself. He’s just about to reward himself with a sigh of exasperation when he still sensed Dean, closely, behind him.
“Dean-” Sam turned around, glaring at Dean. “Dean, what the fuck? Did you just smell me?”
Dean was stunned, his red eyes wide, pretty eyelashes framing them. “What, a man can’t enjoy some ass once in a while?”
“I could distinctly hear you smelling me.”
“And that’s such a crime?” Dean laughed weakly, “Hard to resist, I guess.”
“You’re such a goddamn freak.”
“Kettle meet teapot.” Dean flicked at Sam’s ass before sauntering away. He could feel the gentle dull sting through the fabric.
Sam grumbled, “And somehow… we share genetic material.”
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Sam finished cooking, and they were eating together at the table. Since Dean’s transformation, he didn’t exactly need the food, but he sure as hell still liked it.
“Human food still tastes good to you?” Sam asked. “Thought that blood would be the only thing you’d eat now.”
“Hell yeah it still tastes good. You’d think that I’d turn down cheesy bacon scrambled eggs just because I can’t go in the sun and shit?”
Sam shrugged. “Just wondering.”
“‘M never turning down good food,” Dean said, a mouthful of his breakfast stuffed in his face. Besides, he thought, we’ve barely seen each other these past few days. If I can eat with you, then I’m eating with you.
i had a dream last night that there were four additional wincest brothers. but like they werent related to dean and sam, they were just other two pairs of monster hunter brothers that happened to have the last name and also be incestuous
anyway they all had a big gay wincest orgy, and that was the dream
