holdmesamthatwasbeautiful:

“Get them nice and wet little brother,” Dean demands in a damp whisper against Sam’s ear as he shoves his fingers into Sam’s mouth. “Cause this is all the prep you’re getting.”

Sam moans around his brother’s fingers and makes sure to soak them, because John might be back any minute.

What they don’t know, is that John’s already back.

However, motel room doors are thin and hearts don’t make any noise when they break.

John drinks his whiskey in the lobby. He finishes it off methodically, like meds.

When he’s got the liquid courage to return, the room smells like sex.

John falls asleep dreaming of Mary’s forgiveness.