“Good times.” “Yeah, they were.”
No but imagine a 14 year old Sam
And 18 year old Dean
And Sam is just begging his brother for it. Begging Dean to touch him.
Just look at it. Imagine it. Imagine when Dean’s resolve starts crumbling late one night when Sam corners him in his dark room while he’s lifting his t-shirt over his head and he gets frustrated because Sam just won’t fucking give up and he pushes him back against the wall and sorta gets in his face, holding him there with his presence but not touching him. And he’s looking straight at Sam in the dark and he whispers low you want me to touch you Sammy? How come you want it so bad? Huh?
And Sam’s barely breathing and he’s so hard it hurts but Dean still won’t touch him. He only teases. Gets him so wound up that he has to touch himself as soon as Dean lets him leave, but he makes sure to moan just loud enough for Dean to hear him through the wall when he comes.
What are you even talking about
Thanks babe, I just wish I could feel the same way <33
Aw man I wish I lived a little closer so I could check it out! It sounds like a wonderful day <3
Hi honey! It had it’s ups and downs, how was yours sweetie? :)
I understand u anon I feel u
the incredible capacity dean winchester has for love and tenderness despite everything he has endured takes my breath away sometimes