"Dean coughs out smoke and has to look away into the trees, has to, because when did his baby brother turn into—this? Dean's not blind. He's noticed Sam gradually morphing out of that awkward, scrawny teenager phase, but this—feral woodland creature, wild hair and barefoot, tiniest scrap of fabric covering him like a loincloth, and draped in this otherworldly easy confidence—this is a physical shock"
Boys of Summer by redmyeyes
Art by TheGreenestGreenToEverGreen
Sam/Dean
Pre Stanford Era
Cabin Fic - First Time
Explicit
14k
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