Dean has nightmares about losing Sam. He loses him over and over. He has probably experienced every kind of loss one can dream of. He’s terrified it will happen in real life.
He’s terrified to lose the love of his life.
So he kisses Sam in his sleep. Holds him close and whispers his most private, most unwholesome thoughts to him, knowing Sam will keep his secrets safe.
He doesn’t know Sam’s actually listening.
He doesn’t know Sam feels the same.
Sam plans on telling him soon, but he’s loving the gentle fingers in his hair, and the hot breath on his neck. He doesn’t want Dean to stop brushing his soft lips on his ear, or the dirty words Dean says that make him shiver.
He’ll tell him soon enough.
















