rolling around on the ground. intensely compelled by my own hallucination of sam and meg fucking nasty on her couch. sam's supposed to go back to the motel but he's a little annoyed at dean, a little tipsy. she's riding him cowgirl style and she's so fucking good at it he's losing his mind. his cell phone rings in his jeans tossed over the side of the couch and sam (balls deep, pussy drunk) is just like "fuck, can you hit decline?" and she's like "mmm yeah okay" except she presses accept instead and dean gets to hear all the desperate sighs and whines coming out of sam as meg rides him, the moan he makes then she hooks her thumb in his mouth, the way he says fuck, you feel so good, and meg (exhibitionist and shit-stirrer of all time) has the volume turned all the way down but angled so she can see the exact second dean hangs up.
but he doesn't. not until sam comes, anyway.
