Sam glanced a bit to Dean and leaned a bit against him as he ate. He was still nervous, but he trust his brother to keep him alright. He tilted his head a bit and kissed his jawline, leaving greasy stains on his skin.
Dean smiled a bit and turned his head to meet Sam’s lips in a kiss, humming slowly. He pulled away and licked Sam’s lips and cheek clean from grease the burger had made and smiled.
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Sam leaned against him a bit, nudging him with his nose. “I’m yours”, he said softly, pressing his hand on man’s cheek as he leaned to kiss him. He ignored his food as long as it lasted and parted his lips further, kissing him deep and slow until focused on his food. He wasn’t really hungry anymore, but he ate anyways.
“That’s my boy,” Dean whispered and ruffled Sam’s hair as he ate, before he turned his own attention back to his own food. They ate in silence, for the first time in a while it wasn’t strained or tense.
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Sam frowned and clenched his jaws, grasping on his brother’s coat as he pressed his face against his neck, sniffing softly. “I love you”, he muttered, voice a bit broken from fright. “I wanna be with you, always, Dean”, he muttered, kissing his neck.
“I love you too,” Dean murmured and kissed Sam’s forehead softly. “I won’t leave you and I won’t let anyone take you away from me. You’re mine.”
He rubbed Sam’s arm and smiled at him. “We’ll be okay. Now, I’ll let you eat before the food goes cold.”
He handed him the bag and kissed him slowly before he grabbed his own.
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Sam glared at Dean. “UNTIL we get caught?” he said, hissing a bit, pushing Dean’s hand away, actually freaking out now. “I’m scared.” He bit on the inside of his cheek and stared at his brother. For the first time, he felt vulnerable, afraid that they’d get caught, that they’d be ripped apart.
Dean sighed. “N-.. I didn’t mean it like that, and you know it,” Dean murmured. He pulled Sam close and made him lay his head in the crook of his neck. “We won’t get caught. But yeah, we gotta be more careful,” he murmured, sighing.
“Don’t be scared, baby brother. I’ll take care of us, of the problem.”
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Sam glanced at Dean, still a bit pissed off. “Can we just eat?” he said, sounding grumpy and reached to take his bag of the food and opened it up to inspect its contents closer, making sure he had gotten anything he had asked for.
Dean rolled his eyes and grabbed the bag from him. “No, not yet,” he murmured before he put it on the dashboard. He turned in his seat and huffed. “Listen, I know we’re even more screwed now than we’ve ever been… And.. Yeah, it won’t change until we get caught so we’re pretty much in deep shit.”
He swallowed and sat closer, sliding his hand on Sam’s lap, not even flinching when Sam did. “But it was a mistake. It’s not my fault, and not yours. It’s OURS. So let’s get our heads out of our asses and move on… Please?”
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Sam glanced at Dean briefly, tapping on his thigh with his fingertips as he was again sitting on shotgun seat. As Dean spoke, he glanced over at him. “Then let’s pick up some food”, he said before turning to look at the scenery again, ignoring Dean’s last words. He blamed it on Dean that the woman had escaped so easily and he was still pouting.
“Annnnd horny,” Dean repeated, but Sam didn’t say anything else. Dean rolled his eyes so hard it nearly hurt and kept on driving until they found a drive-in. He ordered some tofu burger for his brother while he himself took a bacon cheeseburger. Then two cokes and some ice cream Dean was gonna eat after.
He drove off and parked by the end of a road that lead into a forest. He glanced over at Sam and clenched his jaw. “Y’know, you’re acting like a child.”
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A week after their victim had ran off, Dean and Sam were several states away. It was tense between them, and they had barely stopped by any places to get some sleep or food. They stopped for gas, for food when they really had to, and they slept in the Impala.
Well, it was getting better. They were at least friends again now, even though they were both still annoyed at each other. They blamed each other, even though it was both men’s fault.
“We should stop to get some food soon. I’m starving. And horny.”
