#glitterlisp

Dean noses at the back of Sam’s neck, one hand rubbing soothingly up and down his belly. “I’m - I’m sorry, you know. I was a real fucking prick to you today. You didn’t deserve that.”

Sam relaxes, letting out a soft sigh. “It’s kind of my fault, too. I kept pushing you to talk about Dad, and you clearly didn’t want to. Everyone grieves in their own way…I guess I was just upset that I couldn’t - can’t - help you.”

“You do,” Dean replies quietly. “You are. Just by being here. I know I’m not one to talk about my feelings, but your - your presence helps. The physical aspect of it. That really helps me, Sam.” He slides his hand down a little more, tucks it up under Sam’s shirt now so that he’s touching bare skin.

Sam draws in a slow breath, eyes closing. “S’nice,” he whispers. “I like that.” He pauses, and then speaks again. “I just - I feel guilty. I - I don’t know. Like I should have tried harder to get along, and –”

“I know, Sammy.” Dean’s thumb brushes over his navel. “And that’s okay. I think that’s perfectly normal. You both had strong personalities, you know? I don’t think that means you loved each other any less.”

Sam sniffles a little, turning his face more into the pillow. “De, I’m actually - I’m really messed up about this, and I don’t know –” His eyes start to water and they don’t stop.

Dean gently turns him so they’re face-to-face. “Hey,” he says, drawing Sam into his arms, pressing him close. “Hey, shh. We’ll figure this out together.” He can feel Sam’s tears soaking his t-shirt.

“I know,” Sam whispers. “It’s just hard right now.”

HOW BOUT ALL THREE

How many times do you think Sam had to start over because Dean convinced him that blow jobs and making out were totally chaste?

Jared stares at him, almost unbelieving, as he licks his lips, fingers twisting together nervously. “Seriously?” he says, not knowing how else to respond.

Jensen smiles at him, coming a little bit closer so he can brush his fingers through his hair. “’Course. You’re the light of my freakin’ life, man.” 

Jared relaxes into the touch - he’d been under a lot of stress lately, but Jensen has been right there for him - as always. Still throws him when he compliments him, though. “Same,” he replies quietly, he shuffles forward a little bit, nuzzling his nose into Jensen’s neck.

Jensen moves his hand up and down Jared’s back, stroking it softly. “Just wanna relax today? Could give you a massage and we can marathon Real Housewives or somethin’. Heh.”