Sometimes after an easy hunt the boys like to chill; get high, and lie down. Tonight their pressed shoulder to shoulder flat on their backs on Dean’s bed. Lazily passing the third blunt of the night between one another. Sam rolls on his side watching Dean take a hit, he takes the offered blunt and takes a slow pull for his self.
"Dean…"
He snickers around Dean’s name like it’s the silliest word on the planet.
"Yeah Sammy?"
Dean’s slurring just a little, his drawl a tad lazy from the weed. It makes him sound smoother than silk, which makes Sam shiver involuntarily- cock fattening just a little in his jeans.
"Tell me somethin’… anythin’- a secret? or maybe somethin’ you’ve just never told me before."
Minutes pass like the blunt between them until Dean rolls over and mirrors Sam’s position. He tucks a stray hair behind Sam’s ear and smiles fondly at the younger Winchester.
"You’re beautiful, and it’s not the weed talking… eh- maybe a little, but it’s true you really are."
Sam snorts so hard he chokes a little on his exhale.
"I’m beautiful huh? anything else deanna?"
"I’ve probably been in love with you from the moment mom put you in my arms. You were so tiny. I looked down at you and you just stared up at me with those hazel eyes and back then I just knew…"
"Knew what?"
Sam presses closer, tucking his finger under Dean’s chin; lifting his face a little to make eye contact. But he meets Dean’s glossy stare he knows those beautiful green eyes are wet for an entirely different reason.
"I knew that you were my whole world, and I’d do anything I could to keep you. I just wanted to protect you, and as we got older… I-I just knew I needed you, more than any brother should. Shit I knew I was goin’ to hell, that’d I’d burn for how I felt; but fuck Sammy it’d be the sweetest burn. Cause you’re it for me."
The weight of Dean’s words settle between them, making the air crackle and pop- it almost feels like too much. Their mutual high diminishes just a bit and things feel sober, startlingly so. Sam smiles slow and lazy, anything to ease the pressure.
"Do you remember the first time we got high together?"
"Ye-yeah I do, why?"
Sam slides closer, breath ghosting over the splatter of freckles across Dean’s cheek.
"We did that thing… ugh what’s it called again? when you take a hit and blow it into my mouth? shot something?"
"Shot gunning"
Dean supplies, smirk already in place at the memory.
"Yeah that! can we do that? It’s kinda my favorite way to smoke thanks to you."
"Mine too, Sammy"
A deep drag is taken, Dean’s leaning in- closing the small gap between them. Sam seals his lips over his and sucks in as Dean exhales. They pull apart just a bit- Sam tugging on Dean’s bottom lip. He chases after Sam’s lips, but Sam teases him; feathering small nips to Dean’s lips. Pulling back to just rest his forehead against Dean’s.
"Damn baby boy, you have no idea what you do to me"
"The feelings mutual big brother…"
