"It's wrong," 21 year old Sammy murmured under his breath, his pink lips swollen and parted. It WAS wrong, very very wrong. What would dad think? What would Bobby think?
"Fuck it," Dean grinned leaning in capturing his brother's lips, feeling the world spin around them. His heart skipped a few beats, nothing could ever change his mind. No matter how wrong this was—it was right to him. So wrong that it felt right.
"Love you, Dee."
"Mmmm love you too, Sammy."
