Pairing: Sam/Dean
W/C: 100
Rating: NC-17
A/N: I'll be posting one drabble per day for this lovely celebration, set in each season. Here's season one. Please head over to
samdean_otp to check out all the contributions over the next eight days.
Sam swears he can still smell the gasoline from that goddamn tree in Indiana.
Walking away from Dean to find John, running right the hell back when he thought Dean was in trouble - none of it matters now.
Not with Dean’s ankles locked around his waist, body shuddering underneath him every time Sam’s breath ghosts hot and wet over his skin as Sam fucks him hard and fast.
Not when Sam has to bite his lip to keep from screaming Dean’s name when he fills Dean with cum.
Not when Dean’s so pretty wearing only those bruises on his hips.