gibson girl

it just wasn’t right. Even if it was his brother’s body riding him, it was weird. out of place, because this soulless Sam was pretending to be his Sammy even like that. during sex. he had been the one asking for it, and Dean was too weak to refuse, he missed it. but Sam acted so differently, impaling himself on Dean’s cock, scratching his chest like a goddamn cat, taking his own pleasure all along without caring about Dean’s. And too fucking loud. Sam had always been shy about being vocal and now ? it sounded pornographic, whorish. this wasn’t Sam, but Dean would be lying if those noises along with that body riding the shit out of him didn’t threatened a premature ejaculation. he was angry too, because whatever it was, acted like a slut when his sweet innocent Sammy was gone. he slapped a hand over his mouth.