something not natural

it's still a much more work in progress and i might break the view sometimes but it's here (i will do a proper post for sharing once it's done but for interested parties who want to follow along now)

and i also need to add 419 more posts lol

“No, Dean, come on, this shirt is clean-on this morning!” Sam whines, flinching away from a second onslaught of flicked soap bubbles.

“Take it off then, priss. Help me wash the car, then you can go right back to your neat-freak ways.”

Dean says it absentmindedly, scrubbing intently at a dead leaf wedged under the wipers. Only when Sam starts to untuck his shirt in his peripheral does he realise what he’d said. Dean gulps and keeps his eyes pointedly forward.

“Give it here then.” Sam asks, hand outstretched, and Dean has to turn to pass him the sponge. Jesus Christ… Jeans low on his hips, all-around tan, broad shoulders, tiny waist, hair licking at his shoulders- “Yeah, here.” He says, and their soapy fingers slide when Sam takes it from him.

Dean watches, starstruck, as Sam leans over the hood to reach the windscreen (even at his height he has to stretch), back arching into something Dean could only imagine seeing in a gas station calendar or- more fittingly- a sorority girl bikini car wash. That one’s always been up there in his list of fantasises but this is somehow so much better.

Sam seems to know what he’s doing- he’s got that little smirk on his face he gets when he’s playing a prank Dean’s about to fall for. “Thought you wanted to do this together?” Sam ribs, “or did you get me out here so I could do your dirty work?” Sam straightens, and Dean’s all static as rivets of soapy water from the hood slide down his chest.

Sam doesn’t seem too innocent either, his eyes keep flickering to the crotch of Dean’s shorts where the water has made them skintight.

Dean turns, snatches a rag out of a bucket of water to his side, and doesn’t answer- though, his red face is one enough. Sam seems to think so, laughing to himself as he gets back to work, splaying over the hood like a cat stretching.