GO AHEAD, MAKE MY DAY
Rating: Explicit Relationship: Sam Winchester/Dean Winchester Word Count: 3,632 Additional tags: Fluff, Angst, Crack Treated Seriously, Oral Sex, Frottage, Dean's cowboy kink
Okay—he'd been half-joking about the fetish thing. Half. The last time Dean had the flu, Sam suffered through a full marathon of Eastwood: two days of gun smoke and spur jangles while Dean sweated out a fever beside him. A Fistful of Dollars. The Outlaw Josey Wales. Unforgiven. Sam made it through Pale Rider by counting ceiling cracks, but Dean—sniffling, wheezing, pale—watched it with pure, glassy-eyed devotion.
Every time Sam's eyelids dropped, a bony elbow would jab his ribs—"Look, Sammy, this is the best part." Chin dropped to chest, Dean's voice would grind into a low growl: "Dyin' ain't much of a livin', Boy."
Then he'd grin, thoroughly pleased with himself, and shoot Sam the smarmiest of winks.
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