as usual, they had their dinners in a shitty cafe with yellow wallpapers and gums under the seats and tables. the latest hunt wasn't that bad; actually, it was successful. simple case, without any troubles and contradictions. because of it, dean was a little more excited than usual. he joked on sam a little to bratty, trying to get his attention, ate his burger with loud moans "god- sammy, it's so tasty i could cum".
though sam tried to act nonchalant, wide smile appeared on his face, which he quickly tried to hide.
"jerk" sam said, chewing another cucumber slice from his salad.
"bitch" dean answered with ketchup on his lips.
sam's obviously freak, 'cause what do you mean he loves this man? after seeing him covered in blood and shit, staying with him during his worst crashouts, sam still adored his big brother. absolutely nothing could make him lose love or respect for dean.
meanwhile, dean was humming one of the black sabbath songs.
few minutes passed and a waiter came to them with the bill. it was a young boy, who rather work after his classes, but he did look good with his fresh haircut and buff body. grinning, dean hand some cash to the waiter and didn't even forgot about the tips.
"handsome boy, ain't he?" sam asked when the waiter left, trying to catch dean's reaction. he ruffled his hair.
it is not that sam was super jealous. obviously, the winchester brothers belonged to each other. it has always been like this and it will always be, 'till the end of the time. but it doesn't mean that sam couldn't tease his brother.
"uhm... yeah? d'you like him, sammy?" said dean, smiling. shaking off his hands, he noticed a little note. "woah- i get this a lot from girls, but from a guy? this twink left me his fucking number!"
"dude, you're like a... magnet for gays" not that sam has a right to joke about it. all that incestuous codependent relationships he had with dean is far more questionable for society.
"even my brother didn't have a chance, yeah?" dean winked.
"alright, we gotta go-"
"wait... garcon!" dean shouted to get the attention from this apple-of-disorder-boy.
as soon as the waiter glanced at them, dean grabbed sam's neck and kissed him patiently, almost performatively. he moaned, when sam kissed him back and held him tight. dean bit sam's lip and moved over. playing along, sam grabbed dean's ass with his huge hand.
the boy made a face of pure shock, and the winchesters left chuckling.
"only yours, bitch. just don't get cocky"
