[Fic] "Holiday Payback"
Dec. 23rd, 2016 07:13 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lux_tuliThey never really bothered to get too crazy with decorating the bunker for Christmas but since their mother was around to celebrate with them, Dean decided to go all out, harkening back to the times when he was little and the house was decorated from head to toe. He even got Cas to help out, though he was perplexed at why humans celebrated the birth of his Father’s human son with pine trees and gifts.
Dean had volunteered Sam to hang the lights since he was tall enough to hang them with ease. It was a change of pace as the last few Christmases for them had consisted of getting Chinese take out and cuddling together on the bed watching television with the occasional inappropriate gift from Dean, just a little something special to spice up their sex life. The downside of having their mother around was that he couldn’t get one of those types of gifts or Dean would awkwardly have to explain to their mother why on earth he was giving Sam a silky set of panties or flavored lube, which his brother did not appreciate as much as he did.
“I can’t wait, it’s been forever since we had a homemade dinner.” Dean commented, recalling the feast that Jodi had prepared and just thinking about it started to make his mouth water, as he held onto the bottom of the ladder that Sam was on to reach some of the parts of the bunker with very high ceilings.
“Do you always think with your stomach?” Sam groaned as he stretched out his arms to hang the lights just right, he was a bit of a perfectionist and did not want to be sloppy about it. Dean had no complaints because from where he was standing, he had a perfect view of his ass.
“Not always…” Dean grinned before giving a small pat on Sam’s rear, which caused him to jerk around on the ladder.
“Dean! What if Mom walked in!?” Sam hissed out in complaint, staring down at him.
Well, Sam certainly had found a way to get his revenge at Dean for the ladder incident. Honestly, he did not understand why he was so bothered about it. Not that he wanted their mom to know about their relationship but it was fine and nothing bad had happened.
They were sitting at a table finally enjoying their Christmas dinner. Mom had took the lead in cooking but Dean had helped her out in the kitchen. Sam was seated across from Dean while their mother sat at one end of the table and Cas at the other. She had insisted on their friend joining them for dinner.
Everything was going great and Dean was excited to get to dessert to have some pie but then he felt a fucking sock covered foot caressing his thigh and there is only one possible person as the culprit. He looked up from his food to look at his brother and he caught a small smug trace of a smile on his face but otherwise is pretending to be innocent.
Dean struggled to maintain his composure as the foot slipped closer to his crotch and started rubbing him. He bit down on his lower lip to stop himself from making any noise, he must have had an intense look on his face because Castiel then speaks, “Dean, are you alright? Have you come down with something?”
Fucking hell, he was going to make Sam pay for this later, Dean thought to himself when his mother started fussing over him.
