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Or when Mary returns, and is living with them in the bunker. She watches Dean cook dinner. Sam's sat at the breakfast bar watching with what she could only describe as adoration in his eyes, a soft smile on his lips. It feels off, but she scolds herself. Tells herself it's a good thing that her boys care for each other so much. But then Dean leans over with a spoon, guiding it to Sam's mouth with that same sort of fondness, and her uneasiness grows until she leaves the room and waits to be called in for dinner.

Or when John walks into the motel room late one evening. One of the three beds in empty, and his eyes land on his boys sharing a bed. Dean's got his arms curled around Sam in an almost protective manner, and Sam is curled up against his chest. Sam's seventeen, Dean is twenty two. John figures the embarrassing position was unintentional. Convinces himself of the fact so clearly that he snaps a photo on his phone to use as blackmail, before 'accidently' kicking the bed and jolting the pair awake. Dean's arm remains around Sam while the brunette blinks blearily, and his oldest starts reaching for his gun.

"Just me, sorry guys. Knocked into the bed. Probably a good thing," he joked, gesturing to them.

Sam looked confused and tired, remaining slumped against his brother. Dean looked pissed. He hadn't moved the arm situated around Sam's waist, and John can't stop fixating on it.

"Just go to bed, dad," Dean sighed, lying down as the adrenaline left him. He brought Sam down with him, who went easily, returning his head the Dean's chest.

"...right," John muttered, heading to the bathroom.

Dean’s two fingers deep in Sam’s ass, relentlessly thumping and groping at his prostate in a way that’s making Sam’s toes curl up in his dress shoes. He’s lapping at the warmth there, at the base of his fingers, slobbery and insistent against his rim, taint and balls.

“Come on, Sammy,” Dean grunts- he’s panting for breath and grinning at up Sam’s disheveled state, spit shining across his chin. “Say a prayer for me?” He asks, all sweetly and cruel, before diving right back under.

God, it’s so wrong, it’s so wrong but it feels too good and the words seem to just fall from his lips. “Our father, who art in heaven, h-hallowed be thy name- fuck, Dean- t-thy kingdom c-come-“ Sam moans, throwing his head back against the car door as Dean shoves his tongue in alongside his fingers. “Thy will be done, on Earth a-as it is in heaven- harder- De, harder- fuck- give us this day our daily bread and f-forgive us our trespasses- as- as we forgive those who trespass against us.”

Dean’s laughing to himself, the vibrations of his voice flush and maddening against Sam’s rim.

“And lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil-“ Sam’s rushing now, frantic as his stomach tightens up. “F-for thine is thy kingdom, and the power, and the glory- fuck- fuck, Dean I’m gunna cum-“

Dean doubles down, wrist speeding up as he sucks a wet, sloppy sound into Sam’s taint.

That’s all it takes for Sam to burst, spurts of hot-white jerking from his cock to splatter his abdomen, Dean’s hair, and the bottom few buttons of scrunched-up vestment in thick fluid.

And Sam's willing to do just about anything if Dean will keep hitting his prostate like that so he says "whaddaya want?"

"Can you pretend I'm your brother?" is mumbled out, but Sam understands just fine, and it turns him on even more.

"Fuck, yeah. Fuck me so good, big brother, love your dick so much."

And Dean gasps out "Oh, fuck, Sammy. Baby brother," and bites the back of Sam's neck as he comes.

Oh, come on, Rowena. A powerful spell book shows up and all of a sudden you're here to help? Altruism isn't exactly your style. True. Also, it never hurts to have a Winchester owe you one.