holdmesamthatwasbeautiful:

Sam moves like a cat in the backseat, like a kitten craving attention; rubbing his nose against the spot beneath Dean’s ear.

“Gonna kiss you now,” Sam murmurs softly.

Dean only gasps softly as Sam kisses him: noisily and open-mouthed, his fingernails dragging pink lines down Dean’s neck. Dean knows he shouldn’t, knows it’s so wrong and fucked up but he doesn’t call the shots anymore because his little brother has ways of getting beneath his skin with his words and his tongue and Dean can’t help but to moan helplessly into his pretty baby brother’s mouth.

Sam’s eyes glitter in the darkness when they part and he hums softly with approval. That’s when he notices the way Dean looks to the front seat, and Sam turns his head to glare.

John’s eyes meet Sam’s cold ones in the rear view mirror, his throat thick with bile and fear because he doesn’t know what to do anymore, doesn’t know what Sam is or how it got to Dean, too – he just knows that his youngest boy licked his brother’s mouth open in the backseat, and that’s the first time they hadn’t even tried to hide it.

“Please,” John pleads brokenly, eyes wide with desperation. “Don’t.”

Sam only smiles a cold, horrible smile that looks hideously wrong on that innocent fourteen year old face.

“Keep your eyes on the road, old man,” Sam tells John darkly as he turns back to his big brother. He pets Dean’s hair, and adds gently: “You’ve got precious cargo.”