Forty Weight 1/1; SPN, PG-14
Title: Forty Weight
Author: 9thof9
Pairing: Dean/Sam
Rating: PG-14
Warning: language, suggestion of incest (past and present)
Word count: 542
Summary: The never-ending prank war may get Sam in hot water with his brother.
Disclaimer: Really, you think?
Beta: No beta.
Dean stopped banging on the bathroom door and shouted at his brother, "Open this fucking door!"
"Hold on a minute," Sam shouted back, bathroom door still very much closed and locked.
"I'm going to count to three," Dean warned.
"That stopped working when I was 12 Dean." Sam said as he turned the handle to unlock and open the door.
Dean didn't so much let Sam open the door as he shoved the door out of his way and his brother had to step back or be hit with it. Sam could tell his brother was beyond mad. Sure he'd restarted the never ending prank war but Sam knew he'd gone too far. Forty weight motor oil was not a fair retaliation for a smudge of grease on the cheek.
"Look Dean," Sam raised his hands, palm outward, in a placating gesture, "I know I shouldn't have wasted the motor oil and I'll buy another quart."
Dean ignored his brother in favor of pealing off his clothes one layer at a time; the heavy oil having damn near glued the inner layers to Dean's skin. Down to his shorts Dean turned to face his brother.
"It's not the wasted oil Sam." Dean paused, shaking his head. "Oil is replaceable."
"Then what's the problem Dean?" Sam was truly confused if his brother wasn't angry over the spilled oil.
"You could have gotten oil in the car Sam." Dean shook his head turning to reach into the tub to start the hot water going.
"You could have gotten oil in the car Sam." Sam mimicked his brother's stern voice.
"Don't you dare," Jerking his hand back, Dean spun to face his brother.
The momentum of Dean's spin combined with the oil on the floor from his discarded clothes sent Dean crashing into Sam. Covering smoothly, he grabbed a fistful of Sam's shirt and shoved his brother against the door jab. Faces now a mere inch apart something changed.
"You know what that car means to me," Dean's voice was deceptively quiet as he looked up into his brother's eyes. "Means almost as much as you do."
"I know Dean." Sam nodded twice then leaned down to rest his forehead against his brother's.
They stood sharing breath for a moment before Dean tilted his head and pressed his lips to Sam's. A soft sigh escaped Sam as he opened his mouth allowing his brother's tongue inside. They'd not done this for a long time and Sam couldn't decide if it was the prank war, the risk to the car or the plain old irritation towards him that got to Dean the most.
Dean pulled back from his brother's mouth and shook his head. "Stop thinking."
"Okay." Sam smiled softly.
"Okay." Dean agreed stepping away from Sam enough to reach into the tub and turn the hot water on. "Looks like you got some oil on your jeans."
Sam looked down at his jeans and sure enough the inner thighs were dark with oil. "Looks like I need a shower too then."
"Get some slick before you get in." Dean nodded towards the outer room.
"Uh Dean," Sam grinned reaching out to run his hand down his brother's bare back, "can't we use the motor oil?"
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Author: 9thof9
Pairing: Dean/Sam
Rating: PG-14
Warning: language, suggestion of incest (past and present)
Word count: 542
Summary: The never-ending prank war may get Sam in hot water with his brother.
Disclaimer: Really, you think?
Beta: No beta.
Dean stopped banging on the bathroom door and shouted at his brother, "Open this fucking door!"
"Hold on a minute," Sam shouted back, bathroom door still very much closed and locked.
"I'm going to count to three," Dean warned.
"That stopped working when I was 12 Dean." Sam said as he turned the handle to unlock and open the door.
Dean didn't so much let Sam open the door as he shoved the door out of his way and his brother had to step back or be hit with it. Sam could tell his brother was beyond mad. Sure he'd restarted the never ending prank war but Sam knew he'd gone too far. Forty weight motor oil was not a fair retaliation for a smudge of grease on the cheek.
"Look Dean," Sam raised his hands, palm outward, in a placating gesture, "I know I shouldn't have wasted the motor oil and I'll buy another quart."
Dean ignored his brother in favor of pealing off his clothes one layer at a time; the heavy oil having damn near glued the inner layers to Dean's skin. Down to his shorts Dean turned to face his brother.
"It's not the wasted oil Sam." Dean paused, shaking his head. "Oil is replaceable."
"Then what's the problem Dean?" Sam was truly confused if his brother wasn't angry over the spilled oil.
"You could have gotten oil in the car Sam." Dean shook his head turning to reach into the tub to start the hot water going.
"You could have gotten oil in the car Sam." Sam mimicked his brother's stern voice.
"Don't you dare," Jerking his hand back, Dean spun to face his brother.
The momentum of Dean's spin combined with the oil on the floor from his discarded clothes sent Dean crashing into Sam. Covering smoothly, he grabbed a fistful of Sam's shirt and shoved his brother against the door jab. Faces now a mere inch apart something changed.
"You know what that car means to me," Dean's voice was deceptively quiet as he looked up into his brother's eyes. "Means almost as much as you do."
"I know Dean." Sam nodded twice then leaned down to rest his forehead against his brother's.
They stood sharing breath for a moment before Dean tilted his head and pressed his lips to Sam's. A soft sigh escaped Sam as he opened his mouth allowing his brother's tongue inside. They'd not done this for a long time and Sam couldn't decide if it was the prank war, the risk to the car or the plain old irritation towards him that got to Dean the most.
Dean pulled back from his brother's mouth and shook his head. "Stop thinking."
"Okay." Sam smiled softly.
"Okay." Dean agreed stepping away from Sam enough to reach into the tub and turn the hot water on. "Looks like you got some oil on your jeans."
Sam looked down at his jeans and sure enough the inner thighs were dark with oil. "Looks like I need a shower too then."
"Get some slick before you get in." Dean nodded towards the outer room.
"Uh Dean," Sam grinned reaching out to run his hand down his brother's bare back, "can't we use the motor oil?"
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