Character/Pairing: teen!Dean Winchester, teen!Sam Winchester, Wincest
Date Written: 06/06/2010
“How about these ones?”
“You look like a gay police officer.”
Dean’s face fell a bit but he’d always been good at fast recoveries. “Yeah, well, don’t try and act like that idea doesn’t … strike a nerve.”
Sam rolled his eyes. He had to. How else was he supposed to react?
The elder replaced the aviator sunglasses back on the rack with a wink. “Ahh haha.” Dean grinned, pulling off a pair that looked more suited for an eighty year old grandmother. “Check it ” The frame was bright red with tiny little rhinestones pressed along the sides.
“And now you look like you just stepped out of-“
“Yeah, yeah.” Dean interrupted before Sam could finish his clever retort.
The sunglasses were returned to the shelf.
“Hey, these might actually look good on you, Sammy.” He pulled off a pair that were black in color and looked more suited for a biker then a teenage boy.
“Dean, put them back. Dad’s probably done paying for gas already.”
“Good point.” But instead of doing as told, Dean reached forward and slipped the sunglasses onto Sam’s face. The younger didn’t really bother to protest, figuring he’s probably have been wrestled into it anyway.
He blinked his eyes open when he felt them neatly in place and huffed a sigh. “Are you done?”
Dean’s expression was a little unreadable. He was now looking behind him, up and down the aisle and then up to the ceiling. It all seemed pretty suspicious and it was only when Dean went to reach forward that Sam realized what he was doing.
He wasn’t fast enough. Dean had managed to bend down and claim Sam’s lips in a quick but mind wavering kiss. A rapid shot of adrenaline shot through his system. Despite himself, he’d closed his eyes for a split moment before logic took hold. He pulled back, his hand fisted into Dean’s shirt. “Are you insane?” He whispered harshly. “Are you trying to get us caught?”
Dean looked breathless. “Couldn’t wait any longer.”
It was such a stupid reason but Sam felt the beginning traces of a blush creep up his neck anyway. He opened his mouth to make a reply when-
“Boys? Let’s go.” John’s voice carried itself through the little gas station and Dean yanked his hands away from him like Sammy had suddenly caught fire.
But there was a wink that followed. “A bit of a rush though, right?”
Sam held Dean’s eyes for a moment longer before he reached up to pull off the sunglasses. Dean was already halfway out of the aisle.
He couldn’t believe he’d actually done that. Right in public. What kind of explanation would either of them have come up with if John had turned the corner? Or if Dean hadn’t bent down low enough to not be seen by those corner mirrors hanging from the ceiling?
His hand was brushing over his lips in annoyance as he pushed open the door.
A slight scowl was cast toward the boy who was smirking in the passenger seat.
‘A bit of a rush though, right?‘
He hated when Dean was right.
FIN ★ ☆ ★ Constructive critique always welcome!