The View

Pairing: Sam x Dean 
Rating: 18+
Tags: fix it fic, post finale, Dean didn’t die, Jack wasn’t a fan of that ending, flirting, hurt/comfort, fluffy-ish, smut
Word Count: 1,035

A/N: Written for Katie’s drabble request! Thanks so much for following me over to WordPress, I really appreciate the support ❤️ and I hope you love your drabble!

Dean limped out of the kitchen, two beers in hand. His back was still a little messed up from that last vamp hunt. He’d mostly recovered, but some of the damage to his spine was a little harder to heal – even with the witchy mojo Sam had thankfully stored in the glove compartment. 

Dean rounded the corner into the war room and saw Sam was bent over the map table, scribbling down notes about the locations that were lit up. When Jack had restored the Earth to its former balance, he hadn’t been able to totally eliminate monsters but he’d at least given Sam and Dean a leg up by making the bunker fully operational without the wood nymph power boost. Now, especially since Dean’s hunting days seemed to be falling further and further behind him, they mostly ran a routing operation out of the bunker, and set other hunters onto the actual ground work. 

As Dean watched him from the doorway, Sam hunched over the table further to move some papers covering Wyoming, and his jeans pulled taut across his ass. Dean smirked to himself as he pushed off the door frame, setting a beer down next to Sam’s arm and then winding up to give him a firm smack that echoed off of the concrete walls. 

“What the hell was that for?” Sam shot up and reached back to rub his behind. 

“For looking too damn sexy,” Dean grinned wolfishly at his brother. It hadn’t even occurred to him a few moments ago when he’d left to get the beer that he could be in the mood but Sam’s ass had a way of changing his mind about those kinds of things real quickly. “The things I could do to this ass of yours,” Dean palmed Sam over his jeans, sliding a hand into one of the back pockets and squeezing. 

“Dean, you still have trouble walking up the stairs, I really don’t think fucking me is a great idea for you right now,” Sam grimaced sympathetically. Dean knew Sam was right, that amount of hip movement would definitely be tricky for him, but he wasn’t in the mood to admit to his bodily limitations right now. 

“Well why don’t you get your ass in the bedroom and you let me prove you wrong?” Dean kissed Sam hard, and his brother moulded against him softly, accepting the aggression eagerly.

They were naked and sweaty, chests sliding against each other easily. Sam was wet and open, courtesy of Dean’s insistence that Sam sit on his face the second he’d gotten the younger man’s jeans off him. Dean had worked Sam open on his tongue, pulling increasingly insistent moans from him once he’d gotten a finger in there too. 

Sam rolled off Dean and onto the mattress, and Dean climbed eagerly on top of his younger brother. He spread Sam’s legs and added a bit more lube to his own cock for good measure, but when he went to push in, his back gave a horrible twinge. Dean sucked in a breath through his teeth and Sam’s eyes flicked open, measuring Dean’s expression for any sign of pain. He didn’t say anything, and let Dean try again. He got his cock halfway inside Sam before an even sharper ripple of pain flashed up his spine and he had to stop and pull back. 

“Hey, it’s okay Dean,” Sam tried to comfort him, but Dean turned over in a huff, managing to tweak his back again in the process. 

“It’s not friggin’ fair,” Dean groaned into his pillow. 

“I know,” Sam whispered, kissing lightly across Dean’s shoulders. His fingers traced across the muscles and scars that defined Dean’s back; over the new scar that still stood out red and angry amongst the rest. He gripped Dean’s waist and pulled firmly inwards, trying to release the tension the muscles there were holding. “That feel okay?” he checked. 

“Yeah, Sammy,” Dean smiled even though Sam couldn’t see it. “Feels really good, actually.” The erection that had flagged with his back pain and subsequent frustration began to stir back to life under Sam’s hands. The strong, soothing touches were moving even further south now, over the top of Dean’s ass and the muscles that connected his hips to his back. Sam dug his thumbs into the flesh and pushed out the knots he found and left Dean groaning beneath him. “Fuck, Sammy,” Dean panted, thighs clenching underneath Sam’s hands as he rut against the covers a little to try to relieve some tension. 

“Bet I can make that feel better too,” Sam teased in Dean’s ear, giving it a playful bite. Dean let himself be rolled flat on his back as Sam dipped down and took his older brother’s cock right to the back of his throat. 

“Jesus fuck, Sam,” Dean moaned, tangling his fingers in the hair that was spilling wildly across his stomach. Sam hummed around Dean in his mouth, drawing another groan from his brother. He pulled off Dean’s cock with a pop and a wicked grin that made Dean just a little apprehensive. 

“You feel okay laying like this?” Sam checked. 

“Yeah, this is good. Why’d you stop?” Dean complained irritably. 

“Think you can stay laying like this and keep real still for me?” Sam asked, getting to his knees on the bed and dropping a kiss to Dean’s chest. 

“Um, yeah, I guess,” Dean agreed hesitantly. A moment later he was very glad he had, because Sam was straddling his thighs and sinking down onto his cock. “Oh my god, Sam,” he moaned as his little brother began moving up and down around him. 

“Figured since you liked looking at my ass so much, you might enjoy the view,” Sam grinned back at Dean over his shoulder. 

“Well you ain’t wrong,” Dean focused on the sight of his cock disappearing into Sam and lay back against his pillow, licking his lips. “Your ass is too damn sexy,” Dean repeated his earlier compliment. 

“Bet it will look even sexier when it’s dripping with your cum big brother,” Sam moaned and clenched around Dean, and Dean knew they wouldn’t have to wait long to find out.