Characters: Sam/Dean (Slash, Drabble)
Summary (Season 4): The boys' world has suddenly become too crowded…
Author's Notes: Happy Birthday to certainthings, and muchas smooches!
Also for spn_drabble, this is "Impala."
"Why're you pulling off?" Sam asked. "What's—"
Dean turned off the engine. "There's only room for us in here, and there's no-one else around. I'm tired of other people butting in."
Sam saw angels in triplicate and raven-dark hair. "Yeah."
Dean's mouth was hot and slick, his tongue a miracle of strength and tension. "God," Sam groaned, hips lifting off the seat. "Just… Dean!" The words broke loose, echoing unbounded in the midday heat.
Afterward, Sam coaxed Dean with knowing fingers and slow, sweet suction. The music of his own name was the only sound he needed to hear.
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