“It’s just really weird, man...and a little gross.”
“I’m sure the feeling is mutual, Dean.”
Dean shook his head. “I mean, yeah, we’re brothers, but...we’re young and sexy and virile, and they’re just all old and...old.”
“We’ll be old too someday, Dean.”
“No we won’t, Sammy. We’ll die still perfectly sexy, guns blazing, the way God intended. My mouth will be no where near your old man dick.”
Sam sighed. “Just keep your ignorant mouth shut while we’re in their house, ok? They were nice enough to not only help with the case, but to put us up too.”
“Please, I’m a perfectly behaved house guest.”
Sam snorted and didn’t respond.
“I’m just going to piss and then we can go,” Dean shouted over his shoulder, hearing Sam’s ‘wait!’ just a second too late and barging into the bathroom.
Dean jumped when he realized the bathroom was already occupied, the bathroom humid and still slightly steamy from the shower.
His cheeks heated when he saw Rufus, the older man looking bemusedly at him while Dean stood stock still in embarrassment.
Inevitably, because Dean was Dean, the younger man’s gaze was drawn towards the older man’s pelvis. Dean would later comment that he only looked because he was sure the thing had its own gravitational pull. Rufus’ dick had to be the longest, thickest one he’d ever seen, and he had a lot of porn dicks to compare it to.
Dean sputtered and rushed out of the bathroom, slamming the door behind him. He looked up with wide eyes at Sam and Bobby standing by the front door. Sam was trying not to laugh and Bobby was looking quite smug.
“How do you feel about old man dick now, Dean?” Bobby asked.
Sam began howling with laughter, so loud that it covered up Dean’s affronted “Sam!”
Dean stomped out the front door to go piss outside, his brother and uncle’s guffaws following him.