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look me in the eye and tell me Dean would say no to Sam if Sam asked for a kiss
look me in the eye
Dean Winchester is generous, gives rather than takes whenever the mood strikes him. Don’t quote him on that though, he’ll deny it without so much as blinking. And he’s good at it too, the lying. Hell, how did you think he managed to get this far with the life he lives? Perfected his poker face before he could even walk. Okay, maybe that’s a slight exaggeration but you get his drift, right? Good.
That’s not what he was talking about though, was it?
Oh right, giving.
Don’t get him wrong he’s not a pushover or anything like that, can hold his own ground when he fucking has to and can drink any old timer under the table. But that’s besides the point.
Not a pushover -
He’s not. The word no flies off his damn tongue more often than not, unless it’s some snot nosed pain in the ass sasquatch he is fortunate (or unfortunate) enough to call a brother- baby brother.
When it comes to Sam, that two letter word isn’t in his damn vocabulary. Can barely even remember how to press his lips together, or curl his tongue in such a way to get the word out.
Nope, just completely fucking wiped from his memory like he never even learned it at all.
So is it any surprise when Sam (the asshole) cornered him after a hunt, backed him up nice and snug against the rotting wood of whatever run down warehouse they were in this time, got all up in his face and told him just how badly he needed, that he couldn’t find it in himself to say no, what the fuck Sam?.
Well it was a fucking surprise to him.
But looking at the determination in his brother’s face, the underlying fear of rejection, he knows without a shadow of the doubt that he’s not strong enough to say it- doesn’t even know if he’d even want to.
So instead of saying all the things he probably should have, he fisted his hands into the fabric of Sam’s jacket, reversed their positions and slammed Sam up against the wood. Reveled in the way Sam’s stupid eyes widened.
He smirked, pushed his leg in between Sam’s, spreading them.
"Yes," he said and wound his hands up into Sam’s hair, pulled him down and closer. "Yes."
Because when it comes to Sam it’s the only goddamn word he knows.