*грустно* И нет, я все еще не в ванной...

“You know… If you do the spirit fingers, I’ll let you blow me,” Sam said casually and like that Dean's eyes whipped back to his face.

“Sam… What?”

Sam grinned. “You’re the one whining about me not getting enough sex. I thought you’d jump on the chance to be the remedy.”

“But… but…”

“We’re brothers?” Sam asked, still grinning. “I hardly think we would be the first brothers in the world to do the nasty. Besides according to certain sites on the internet half the gay boys in the world were introduced to jerking off by their big brothers.”

Dean's mouth fell open.

“You never showed me,” Sam pointed out. “I had to figure it out all by myself.”

Sam's long fingers went to his fly, undoing it deftly with a grace that belied his drunkenness. “Lying in bed one night… You sleeping just a few feet away… I was thirteen I think…” Sam had his fly open and wriggled a little to push his jeans down his thighs, pulling his boxers with them.

Dean's chin hit the floor.


*точно ушла мыть голову*