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Disclaimer: None of the characters are mine. I just borrowed them for a little fun. No copyright infringement was intended in the writing of this work of fiction.
"Damn Sammy, what are you doin' over there? You still researchin'?"
"Not exactly, no," Sam said, his hands still typing even as he glanced at his brother as he came out of the shower.
"Well I was hopin' you would join me in there but I guess whatever it is you're doin' is more important than scrubbing my back," Dean said, pulling the towel off his hips to dry his hair.
Pulling on some shorts, he made his way over to his brother and tried to slide in behind him on the couch.
"Dean, dont," Sam said, not letting him slide in behind him.
"What're you doin' on there Sammy? Better not be lookin' at porm, cause that would hurt my feelings," Dean joked. "Come on Sammy, I want to be close to you. Let me sit behind you," Dean begged and finally his brother relented and slid forward, allowing Dean to climb on the couch and Sam snuggled up between his outstretched legs. "So you gonna show me what you were doin'?"
"You're just gonna laugh at me."
"Sammy, I would never laugh at you if your doing something you want to. Come on, let me see what you were doin'."
"Okay," Sam said, opening the computer back up while Dean snuggled up, resting his chin on his brother's shoulder.
"Angel and Xander slash archive? Like Buffy The Vampire Slayer?"
"Yeah, don't make fun. I like the show."
"So what was it you were doin'?"
"Oh yeah, what was it about?"
"Xander's thrown out of his parents house and he goes to Angel for help."
"Can I read it?"
"You really wanna?"
"Yeah I do," Dean said, kissing the side of Sam's neck.
"Okay, here it is," Sam said and the leaned back, closing his eyes as his brother read what he had wrote.
A few minutes later, Dean finished reading and turned to his little brother.
"I like it," Dean said, closing the lid on the laptop.
"Yeah. It's good. Like the way Angel took Xander in and showed him love and kindness and then how they went to bed," Dean said, smiling.
"You know, they went to bed just to cuddle up and sleep, right?"
"Yeah, I know. Why do you think I like it so much? We don't have sex all the time. Sometimes we just cuddle up and fall asleep."
"Thanks. I was afraid you wouldn't like it. Or that you would laugh about it."
"I'd never laugh at you for something you created. You've a talent there, Sammy-boy, don't forget that."
"You think I have talent?"
"An amazing talent, my Sammy. Author, author, read all about it. My Sammy-boy has a talent. It's not big news, Sam. You're talented in all kinds of things and now I find out that you're an amazing writer too."
"Thanks baby," Sam said, setting the laptop on the table and wrapping his arms around his brother, around his lover.
"I love you, Sam. You've got to write more."
"I love you too. I'll write more and you'll be the first one to read it, okay?"
Laying there in each other's arms, Sam starting thinking up his next story. He was thinking of writing a personal story and he hoped Dean would like it as much as his slash story.
The End, for now
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