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Fucking while leaning against the side of the Impala was now on Dean's sex not-to-do list. It was a very short list, but it was there nonetheless. It got there by Sam, being the horny fucker he is, just not being able to wait five more seconds. Sam had Dean up against the passenger side of the car on the side of some boring ass highway with his cock balls deep in Dean's ass, pounding hard, with Dean's legs around his waist. Of course, Dean hadn't given two shits at the time cause I mean, come on, who really would have? He didn't notice the pain across his shoulders until they both had calmed down a bit. They were back on the road, Sam asleep on the other side of the car, when Dean felt the dull ache. He'd taken plenty of hits that weekend, and was sitting there trying to figure out just exactly when that particular wound happened when he realized. Fucking Sam. He chuckled a bit at his own joke.
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Dean could hardly fucking walk. Who fucking knew his "little" fucking brother would be hung like a god damned horse!? He somehow got himself off the bed, scooting sideways and falling off in a very manly way, before Sam woke up. "'S matter?" He slurred, voice still thick with sleep.
"I think your cock fucking broke me asshole," Dean shot back.
"I broke your asshole, or you're calling me one?" Sam's voice was muffled, and turning back Dean saw that his head was tucked under his arm. Waddling to the bathroom, Dean huffed. He threw the last word over his shoulder right before he closed the bathroom door: "Both!"
(But hey, he kinda liked it.)
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"Sam?" Dean's voice cracked as his wrecked throat tried to push the word past his throat.
"Mmm?" Came the half-asleep reply from somewhere beind him. He felt it rumble against his back more than he heard it.
"I'm never letting you fuck my throat again."
"Mmm."
(The threat didn't last long, he did it again a few hours later.)
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Dean looked in the mirror and mulled over the fact that, though being able to be manhandled by one of the strongest most gorgeous people in the whole damn universe was pretty damn sexy, he didn't know if his body (ego) could take it. His ass was fucking sore (totally worth it), he was pretty sure he threw his back out (also totally, totally worth it), and might have broken his finger (totally unrelated but he felt like he should throw that in anyways), and he had the biggest god damned hickey on the side of his neck. He tried pulling his collar up, but it didn't even cover a little bit of it.
"God, I'm so gonna kill him," Dean muttered to himself, pushing lightly on the bruise. Turning sharply and pushing through the door, Dean prepared himself to go off on Sam for the stupid mark. He was so totally gonna do it. Totally. Right after he gave Sam one right back. Totally fair.
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Sam was complaining, saying that so what if it was a teensy tiny little chip of paint off the front left bumper of the car, it wasn't such a god damned big deal! He should have learned by now that any injury to Baby was an injury to Dean, and Dean took it personally. So what if he got it while he was coming down his brother's throat, it wasn't the point! He would have seen the douchebag backing up too close to his Baby if it wasn't for the fact that Sam had been doing some very, very interesting things with his tongue down there at the time. And he totally, totally would have seen the fucker's license plate if his stupid brother hadn't decided to take that time to suck on his balls. He also would have definitely had the time to at least go after the guy if his brother hadn't started stroking him hard then. Dean likes to think he would have caught up to the guy if Sam hadn't chosen that moment to make Dean come all over his face...