Sam Winchester was such a goddamn tease. Dean was sure of this fact; he was also sure that he was about to pay hell. Sam was hell-bent on making sure of that. Dean growled when Sam licked his lips of the cheap diner syrup slowly and deliberately. This is the fifth breakfast in a row where Dean would be forced to 'relieve himself' in the diner restroom because of Sam's provocative teasing. That bastard is doing this to me on purpose…

Just recently, the brothers have gotten into their biggest argument since Sam freed the Devil. It started with which hunt to take, but culminated into 'who's the biggest screw-up?' It didn't help Dean when he delivered the final blow: calling Sam the one word that hurt him the most; calling Sam a freak. The youngest brother instantly clammed up and avoided any and all confrontations with Dean. And that was a week ago. It was a week since Dean got laid, and he was on the verge of losing it. Not only did he really hurt his baby brother, he hurt his prospects of ever having sex with Sam again.

Sam looked him dead in the eye while his tongue caught the maple syrup that dribbled down his lips and chin. His eyes closing in what looked sheer pleasure as he chewed slowly. Dean pressed the heel of his hand down on his zipper. He suddenly felt trapped in his jeans.

"Dammit, Sam! I said I'm sorry!" Dean was surprised with this outburst. I'm losing it. Get a grip, Winchester!

Ignoring the looks from the old people at the diner, Dean went on to explain how sorry he felt for calling him a freak. How he knew it was the only thing that got Sam feeling like he wasn't anything but a freak, and how he just throws it in his face.

"I was wrong to call you're a freak, and I didn't even mean it Sam. You know I don't think that of you. I just wanted to get in your head."

That was what Sam was waiting for: a heartfelt apology from Dean. Not because he was angry (he learned more often than not, Dean didn't think before he spoke), but because he wanted to see Dean crack. Payback was a bitch after all. Sam didn't let on that he forgave him though. He chewed even slower, while starting at Dean's anxious form.

"I'll wait for you at the car."

Dean groaned as he pounded into Sam's ass, gripping his Sammy's hips with bruising force. He moved his hands to curl around Sam's hard, leaking cock and left Sam gasping and whimpering against the hotel bed sheets. Dean leaned over and started sucking bruises all over Sam's neck and chest while Sam fisted his hair with such force that Dean almost yelped.

It was Sam that let out the whimper when Dean bit particularly hard on his collar bone. Dean then moved to claim his baby brother's mouth, shoving his tongue in as soon as Sam gasped. Still pumping his cock, Dean broke the kiss as fast as he started it and looked down at Sam's gasping and sweaty form.

"Not so much of a tease now, huh Sammy?" Dean smirked as he increased his pace. He felt close to the edge.

"God, D-dean!" Sam choked out as he came all over Dean's hand.

Seeing the pure pleasure of Sam's face, and feeling Sam tighten around him was all it took to push Dean over the edge as he came inside of Sam. Dean felt a million times better.

After cleaning up and moving to the other bed, Sam laid his head on Dean's chest and traced the tattoo over his heart. Both were on the verge of sleep after the make-up sex they had.

"Hey Sammy, seriously, I'm sorry about the freak thing. You know it's not true. And you know that I love you. That whole argument was stupid."

"Agreed." Sam muttered.

"Am I forgiven?" Dean really hated apologizing, or anything that had him convey feelings. And for Sam to not fully respond just left him feeling vulnerable.

"I was never mad," Sam looked up to meet Dean's eyes, "Just wanted to see you crack. And I love you too, Dean." Sam kissed his chest.

"Fucking tease…"