Raz 🍰

one year while sam was at stanford, dean sent sam a birthday cake.

when sam opened the lid and saw the sweet, spongey treat with a note that said "happy birthday, to my big-little brother." he almost cried. his heart hurt with how much he missed his big brother, so, so, so much...

this cake feels like a an extension of dean, when he digs his fork into the cake he feels an overwhelming urge to apologize to it. for some reason, he wants to love this cake. worship it. like he so wishes he could worship dean again. it feels animalistic, the way he leans down and bites a chunk out of the cake, frosting sticky on his nose and cheeks. he closes his eyes and moans as he chews the spongey confection. his hands dig into the frosting, he imagines it's dean's hips as he shoves his nose deeper into the cake.

he's getting frosting everywhere, it's on his belt as he shakily undoes it, nose still pressed to the treat's insides. the frosting glides easily along his cock as he strokes it to the memory of his big brother, he grabs a handful of cake and fucks into it like it's the last thing he would ever do, he needed this. he needed his big brother.

dean's name tumbles from his lips when he cums over his fist, it's more of a sob than anything.

WOAH I AM SO HONORED? im so glad i was capable of this omg

sam can't sleep, it's cold in his bed and the thoughts just won't go away. He feels like a child when he gets up to slip under the sheets with his big brother.

dean is warm and firm, stable... like he always has been. he smells and feels like home and it's all sam can do not to immediately melt into the sheets and let it all drift away. he wants to watch dean sleep a little longer.

dean has always been gorgeous to sam. handsome and strong to others, beautiful and nurturing to sam. sam's eyes travel down dean's figure to his full, muscular chest and abdomen... his skin feels hot when the thought passes through sam's head that it kind of looks like dean has tits when he lays like this. it'd be so easy to latch on and just-

no. he shouldn't think that way about his big brother... there's something so wrong with him... but dean has always been a deep sleeper... Sam tentatively leans down, his lips suctioning around the pert nipple and immediately sam sighs, lapping at the bud like a baby. he's so into it he doesn't even hear dean call his name the first time until his head is being pulled away, a very perplexed dean looking back at him, "sammy??"

sam flushes a deep red, trying to scramble away but dean's hold on his head doesn't quite let him, "m' sorry– so sorry–" dean shushes him gently, "what do you need, baby?" sam whimpers with embarrassment and need, "m... I-" there's tears prickling at his lash line, he's looking up at his big brother for reassurance but he feels like a little boy blinking up at his mom, "need you m-mommy..." he whines and dean's eyebrows raise but he doesn't move away. his face softens into a sweet smile, he pets sam's hair back maternally.

(especially sam calling dean mommy oops)