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Sam never thought about it beforehand, and he realizes that’s strange. When you’re so enamored with a person and the feelings of want are so strong, you usually imagine what it would be like to love every inch of his skin, kiss every crevice, see every shadow. But then, he and Dean have always been a category all of their own, neither here nor there, but, at the same time, everywhere. The only thing that mattered was that Dean would give himself to him and that’d be it. That was the extent of Sam’s fantasies. And the thing is, even if he had given it any thought, he would never have imagined it like this.

Every nerve is on fire, his skin is shining with the combined heat of the both of them, and here’s the weird thing: the stuff that would have disgusted him, repulsed him and turned him off, with anybody else - it doesn’t matter. He barely registers it. It’s only him and Dean, and it’s everything. Like the socks. Dean’s always had smelly feet, smellier than Sam’s, and there was really no reason, he’s always been clean about his feet. But as Sam strips his clothes off and throws his socks to the floor, it passes him by. He curls his fingers carefully over Dean’s soft toes before coming to hover above him.

The other thing is that Dean’s staring at him. In all his experience with Dean’s sexcapades, he’d never pegged him for the guy that meets your eyes through the whole thing, studying you like you’re some form of magic that he’s never seen before, and will never see again. His gaze is splitting its time between Sam’s hands, Sam’s mouth, and Sam’s eyes, hungrier for each one as time goes on.

Sam dips the last kiss into the crease of Dean’s thigh, leaving a trail of moisture in its wake, and runs his tongue up Dean’s body, eyes stuck to his brother’s. Dean’s chest is heaving, his breath hitting Sam’s mouth in short puffs as he tries to control it, and then Sam’s glued their lips together, pulling on the amulet to guide Dean’s movements. Dean’s eyes are still wide and trying their hardest to focus on him when Sam’s own crack open, and a jolt of energy runs through Sam’s every limb and muscle.

Even his wildest fantasies, it turns out, were tragically lacking.

(Source: hesmybrother, via whenbrothersbreak)