starkchester/starkchestercest - {because i have winchester feels and they need fucking cuddles.}
They'd been through a lot, the Winchesters. Their lives weren't exactly the greatest. They'd gone through lows - { demon blood addictions, trips to hell } - they'd had their highs - { stopping the fucking Apocalypse, surviving in general }. They had Baby, they had Bobby, they had Cas.
They've got Tony Stark.
Dean leaves the room for just five fuckign seconds and when he comes back Sam is sprawled out on Tony's lap, Tony's got a hand brushing through Sam's hair, which causes the younger Winchester to make little content noises. They both look up when Dean comes in and the first thing Sam does is gesture for him to come over, smiling.
Dean's still not fully used to it yet, not used to the relaxation, to the gentle kisses from both industrialist and brother, or responding in the same manner. He has gotten used to this, though, being sandwiched between the two other men who seem so at peace, smiling and talking softly as if they have to, they have to be quiet. Though really it's just the three of them in the big tower, so really, it isn't necessary. - he knows that, but he doesn't stop them. instead, he lets himself relax, joining in on the conversation.
They'd been through a lot. But sometimes, just sometimes, they didn't have to go through anything. They could just lay back and watch TV and steal kisses and just be - happy.