Date: 2010-04-30 10:54 am (UTC)
ext_423816: (dean/sam; when it rains it pours)
You write them so... ugh. IDEK.

"Sammy," Dean groans, yanking Sam's hair between his fingers. "Come on, man. Calm down."

"I can't," Sam growls and jerks his hips, grinding down against Dean. "I just. I can't, Dean."

"Yeah," Dean says to him softly, fingers on the back of Sam's neck, rubbing circles over his pressure point. "Yeah, I know. It's okay."


Perfect, perfect, perfect.
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