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"Sammy..."
The sound of springs squealed underneath the weight of the elder Winchester's knee. He put his hand flat against the younger's chest, fingers curling around blue plaid. Bow lips were inches from the other's face, his breath hot.
"This is wrong..."
Sam shifted under his brother's weight.
"Just roll with it Sammy. It's the only way to get out of this."
The younger Winchester kept his body rigid, but opened up his knees to allow the older more space. More room. More access to his body. Sam swallowed thickly, hocking back some vomit.
"Sam...oh Sam..."
The younger shoved Dean off of him.
"I can't do this!"
Dean ran his hands down the front of his jeans.
"You have to. There's no other way out!"
The older emphasized his point by rattling the door handle. He threw his hand up. Sam covered his face with his hands.
"This is so wrong."
"Yet people write about it all the time."
Sam gave his brother one of his signature bitch faces.
"Why us?"
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An hour or so previous
"Why not you?!"
Gabriel threw his hands into the air. A smug look passed over the archangel's face.
"I may be an angel, but I still am the trickster. And this is a great gag."
He approached the brothers.
"After everything you two have been through together, you can't tell me that there's nothing deep down. No unbridled, burning passion to just...fuck like animals?"
Gabriel looked sourly upon the pair.
"I'll make you two a deal. You play along with my little fantasy...my dirty little guilty pleasure...and I won't kill you. But I'll be watching...and if I don't like what I see...then it's lights out boys."
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Now
"I don't wanna die."
Sam covered his face with this hands.
"I don't want to either. Not like this anyway. So let's just get this over with."
The younger pushed the older back.
"Hang on just a minute. You don't have a problem with this? Any of this? I'm me. And you're you."
"And I also don't want to die."
Sam crossed his arms.
"Still not justified for doing your own brother!"
Dean sat back on his heels. He leaned his back against the window.
"You've never...imagined it before? I mean...Gabriel's right...we're always together...always...you've never...thought..."
Sam gaped.
"Who even are you? Of course I've thought about it. And it wasn't a thought I wanted to have!"
He ran his fingers though his long hair, sighing.
"Let's just do this then. I don't want to die in the back of your car. Much less underneath you."
Dean slowly lowered his body down, a hand on his brother's side. He put his lips on Sam's neck, then pulled back, retching.
"I'm gonna throw up."
"Thanks for the vote of confidence Dean."
The older growled slightly, tightening his grip on the younger's shirt. His lips returned to his brother's neck, sucking at a mole. Sam laid there. Until a booming voice made him jump.
"Well put your hands on him Sam! Let's make this interesting!"
Sam all but whined, placing his splayed hand on his brother's back. Slowly it worked its way down to the small of his back, running over the ridges of his spine.
"Sam..."
Dean's voice was deep as he ran his hand along Sam's waist, pushing the younger's flannel out of the way. Sam's hand hovered above the waist of the older's jeans. His movements were rigid and awkward.
"You're awfully quite Sammy!"
Sam shut his eyes, feeling Dean's hand on his stomach, his knee brushing the inside of his thigh.
"Dean..."
His voice was deadpan, dry.
"A good romance needs emotion Samuel!"
"Oh Dean!"
Sam arched his neck back, really milking it, pulling roughly at the older's shirt, letting his fingers explore hot flesh. Dean's lips worked their way up Sam's neck.
"Sammy..."
"It's good boys. Brava. Just...not what I'm looking for."
Dean looked Sam straight in the face.
"I am not doing you."
Sam scrunched his nose.
"I am not letting you do me."
"Time's a tickin' boys."
"What now? I'm usually siding into home by now."
"Three...two...one..."
Sam grabbed Dean by the back of the neck, catching the older off guard.
"What are you doing?"
"Improvising!"
Sam pressed his lips tightly against the older's, trying his best to suppress the nausea bubbling up his throat. He tried to relax, tried to give Gabriel what he wanted. He tilted his neck, opening his lips, softening the kiss. Dean's hand came up onto the side of his face. Sam's hand was pressed against Dean's belt, Dean's hand pulling up he hem of the younger's shirt.
"Woohoo boys!! Now that's what I'm talking about!! *sigh* well...I guess that'll hold me over for now."
There was a snap. The door locks clicked.
"Thank god."
Dean hauled himself off Sam, climbing over into the front seat. Sam thudded down next to him, straightening his shirt. They looked at each other. A tense moment passed.
"You tell anyone about this and you're dead."
"I wouldn't have it any other way."