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dean rips open the condom packet with his teeth like he’s been doing like once a week for the past twenty five years but his hands are shaking so bad that he drops the condom onto the bed.

he and sam are still kissing—can’t tear away, they’re practically breathing in and out of each other’s lungs. dean fumbles around on the bed for it. finds it. tries rolling it on sam and it’s the wrong way. flips it around and somehow it’s still the wrong way. flips it over again and it works.

it snaps, flicking lube into their mouths. sam keeps kissing him like he doesn’t even notice. dean fumbles around in the nightstand for another one while sam mauls his neck like a bear. finally gets one, tears his mouth away to rip it open, finally gets it rolled on sam, they lean back, sam reaches for the lube bottle, and it shoots right out of his hand. neither of them had used this much lube before since they’ve never been with a dude, so it was messy trying to prep, lube covered hands and wet spots on the sheets. it hits the floor and skitters underneath the dresser.

dean—since he’s not wearing a condom for some reason, although now that he’s here, he wonders why that made sense at the time—has to get on his knees, bare, lubed ass swinging in the air, cock flagging rapidly, trying to stick his arm under the dresser to get it.

sam’s shaking so bad when he finally lines up to dean that he misses and thrusts against dean’s balls. dean’s so tense that sam can barely get a finger in. the second sam gets inside, dean sobs—full on sobs—through the whole thing and then gets mad that he’s crying. he has to convince sam that no, he loves it, really—god shuddup about it already i said i’m FINE—it’s just a LOT emotionally but in that emotionally-stunted way that dean’s got because sam finds it really hard to…well…stay HARD when dean’s sobbing in his face.

when they really get going, dean slides both hands into sam’s hair and yanks, toes curling against sam’s calves, growling fuck, baby, sammy yeah, and sam comes immediately. like… immediately. they kind of stare at each other in shock for a minute.

they start laughing, and giggle into each other’s mouths as sam pulls out, and finishes dean off, a hand around his dick and a couple of fingers against his newly-discovered prostate (hi, little buddy!). their mouths can barely stay together they’re giggling so hard, just a clash of teeth and breathless laughter and—

dean rips open the condom packet with his teeth like he’s been doing like once a week for the past twenty five years but his hands are shaking so bad that he drops the condom onto the bed.

he and sam are still kissing—can’t tear away, they’re practically breathing in and out of each other’s lungs. dean fumbles around on the bed for it. finds it. tries rolling it on sam and it’s the wrong way. flips it around and somehow it’s still the wrong way. flips it over again and it works.

it snaps, flicking lube into their mouths. sam keeps kissing him like he doesn’t even notice. dean fumbles around in the nightstand for another one while sam mauls his neck like a bear. finally gets one, tears his mouth away to rip it open, finally gets it rolled on sam, they lean back, sam reaches for the lube bottle, and it shoots right out of his hand. neither of them had used this much lube before since they’ve never been with a dude, so it was messy trying to prep, lube covered hands and wet spots on the sheets. it hits the floor and skitters underneath the dresser.

dean—since he’s not wearing a condom for some reason, although now that he’s here, he wonders why that made sense at the time—has to get on his knees, bare, lubed ass swinging in the air, cock flagging rapidly, trying to stick his arm under the dresser to get it.

sam’s shaking so bad when he finally lines up to dean that he misses and thrusts against dean’s balls. dean’s so tense that sam can barely get a finger in. the second sam gets inside, dean sobs—full on sobs—through the whole thing and then gets mad that he’s crying. he has to convince sam that no, he loves it, really—god shuddup about it already i said i’m FINE—it’s just a LOT emotionally but in that emotionally-stunted way that dean’s got because sam finds it really hard to…well…stay HARD when dean’s sobbing in his face.

when they really get going, dean slides both hands into sam’s hair and yanks, toes curling against sam’s calves, growling fuck, baby, sammy yeah, and sam comes immediately. like… immediately. they kind of stare at each other in shock for a minute.

they start laughing, and giggle into each other’s mouths as sam pulls out, and finishes dean off, a hand around his dick and a couple of fingers against his newly-discovered prostate (hi, little buddy!). their mouths can barely stay together they’re giggling so hard, just a clash of teeth and breathless laughter and—

Dark eyes meet under the sky The stars are out, we're alive in the night

Don’t mess up the hunt

What’s happened to me? i wanted to draw angst and blood but finally did this. Maybe next time.

And sometimes I feel I should just give up and draw only chibis, because this thing when you try to make them have their actual faces and still keep the drawing stylized and stuff is not worth the time, lol.

Pilot | 1.01 Sam: Even if we do find the thing that killed her, Mom’s gone, and she isn’t coming back. Dean: Don’t talk about her like that.