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On the subject of Sam and Dean being weird about each other. Just sitting here thinking about taking their innate weirdness, lack of boundaries, closeness, and just cranking it up to eleven without making them attracted to each other at all, just the sort of gross inappropriate shit that siblings might do to each other under those circumstances...

Sam is fifteen, Dean is nineteen and they had to share a bed last night because it turned out that they didn’t have enough cash to get two rooms, a situation that John is going to remedy today even if it kills him. Sam wakes slowly with the iron claws of sleep still trying to drag him back down into unconsciousness. But there’s something wrong. He’s too warm and there is a heavy weight pressing him down all along one side. “Dean, get off me. It’s too hot.” But his brother doesn’t stir. Sam shifts his shoulders into Dean, trying to jostle him awake. “Get off me.” Dean growls sleepily and burrows deeper down, pressing his morning boner right into the side of Sam’s hip. Sam’s face scrunches up around his still closed eyes and he bucks his hips to the side, right into Dean’s dick. “Ow! What’re you doing?” Dean grumped. “Ugh, do something about that already, and get off!”  Dean, smirking, grinds forward into Sam and laughs, “What? Like this?” “No! Ugh. I’m trying to sleep. Go take care of it somewhere else.” Dean sits up, still laughing, “Eh, you’re no fun, Sammy. Fine. I got dibs on the shower then.” “Don’t use all the hot water.”  “No such luck, little brother, I’m gonna take the longest, hottest, nastiest shower ever. Not gonna stop ‘til the pump runs dry and I’m pruny all over.”  “Ugh, you’re such an asshole.” Sam mumbles as he gets comfortable again and tries to drift back off to sleep.  “Yeah, you know you love my asshole.” Dean says as he shuts the bathroom door. Meanwhile, John is laying in the other bed, silently staring at the ceiling contemplating murder-suicide.