“you almost done in there, Francis?” Dean glares at the closed bathroom door from his spot on the bed. Now, Dean gets that Sam has to take a little extra time in his grooming routine to give his long, flowing locks a hundred brushstrokes or whatever, but it’s been over fifteen minutes already and Dean’s hungry so what’s the friggen’ hold up? “Such a girl sometimes Sam” He grouses, absentmindedly running a finger over the textured pattern of the motel bedspread -it’s velour, brown and brick-orange, and probably hasn’t been replaced since the late 70s- and shoots out, “your makeup looks fine. Can we please get a move on it? I’d like to make it to the dinner be-”
Dean’s thought process cuts off when the bathroom door swings open with loud creaking hinges. There’s suddenly not enough air in the room because Sam’s standing in the doorway -all miles of soft, sun-kissed skin, and firm muscle- wearing nothing but a small pair of panties. They’re red and lacy, the sheer material clinging obscenely to the head of Sam’s half-hard cock.
I actually kind of love this scene, and I think for the most part it speaks for itself… so just don’t understand how Destiel shippers are upset about it! I read it as entirely supportive of a Dean and Cas relationship. And here’s why:
Cas is wearing a somewhat cheeky look when he brings up April because he knows it will perturb Dean. And the first thing that Dean remembers about her is that Cas had sex with her. So, Cas knows he’s struck a chord just like he had been predicting and (I’d say somewhat mockingly, yet acting quite innocently) says “Yeah, and you stabbed.” (Like that’s another thing you might remember about her Dean, if you cared less about who I was sleeping with.) And Dean picks up on the fact that Cas is taking a jab at him, hence the open-mouthed reaction and the glance at Sam (to see if he’s picking up on what Cas is really getting at). “She was hot,” Dean says, trying to lead the conversation back to safe territory. And I mean, I guess you can see it differently but Cas isn’t exactly hiding his eye roll when he responds, "So hot." Because all Cas knows about “love” and relationships is what he’s learned from Dean, and although looks may be among the most important things to Dean, Cas mostly liked her because she was "very nice." And the next clip is Dean realizing just how far Cas exists outside and above the norms of our society. Cas liked April first and foremost for the person she was (//well who she was pretending to be//) rather than reasons that are normally highly valued: looks, conformity, etc. Cas doesn’t care about societal norms, I mean come on, he’s utterly indifferent to sexual orientation. And Dean is very caught up in this realization, jerking back into the moment and casting a wary glance at Sam before a dazed expression crosses his face once again.
And Sam! There is no better expression for watching your brother realize that it’s perfectly fine to be head-over-heels in love with the guy sitting next to him. As if the whole exchange wasn’t incriminating enough, it’s Sam’s reactions to the whole situation that solidify my opinion of this scene. I mean, he’s playing the awkward third-wheel perfectly! What other way can it be described?
As for that last gif… “Not every hook up’s perfect." Need I elaborate? You can read it as a reminder or a promise (**that smile, though**), but one thing’s for sure… Dean and Cas are desperately, hopelessly, dewy-eyed, rosy-cheeked, perfectly in love.
Sam is thirteen the first time Dean kisses him. It’s not planned, not a thing that he thinks out first, just a reaction to the way the multitude of colors flashing across Sam’s face remind Dean of his ever changing eyes writ large across the sky.
His little brother had been fighting with Dad so much recently Dean was honestly afraid they were going to cross a line he couldn’t bring them back from. Sam chafed at Dad’s commands, and Dad reacted just as badly when Sam didn’t immediately fall in line.
So Dean stole a crate of fireworks, dropped them into the trunk, and drove Sam out to the middle of nowhere in an attempt to simply relieve some of the pressure that always seemed to be building. Standing in the field, Sam’s eyes so big and happy, Dean thinks that this was the perfect plan. That this moment couldn’t get any better. Then Sam says, casually and with no trace of his recent bitterness, that Dad would never let them do anything like this.
Then Dean’s kissing him, lips pressed gently against lips, and maybe it’s simply a thanks for Sam being so happy with it, or a reaction to beauty like Dean’s never seen before, but it’s not exactly like the kisses he used to give Sam when his brother was five and couldn’t sleep without one.
It changes rapidly from there. Sam opens his mouth almost instantly, and Dean follows his lips with his tongue on instinct and dips in to taste the sugar from Sam’s ice cream and the lingering chocolate sauce. Sam’s fingers slide hesitantly along his hips, unsure of what placement is appropriate in this situation, and Dean’s amused and turned on that his little brother is so concerned about proper making out etiquette considering the players in this situation.
They end up on the ground, fireworks exploding above them as Sam lies on top of Dean moaning into his older brother’s mouth and holding on helplessly as his hips jerk against Dean’s thigh. They’re both hard, and Dean is wondering if there’s a way to get out of this before he explodes. If the orgasm is the point of no return.
Then Sam shifts, and he feels the length of Sam’s erection brush once against his through thick layers of denim before Sam gives a wounded little cry into his mouth and there’s a spurt of wet heat. Dean comes seconds afterwards, gripping Sam’s overly long hair and thrusting up blindly against his brother’s wet crotch.
Afterwards Sam looks everywhere but at Dean, cheeks flushed and face stuck in a permanent smile. He demands a kiss that night, and Dean thinks despite the officious tone it’s the most adorable thing his brother has ever done.
From that moment on Dean can’t see fireworks without thinking of that moment. It’s Pavlovian. Even in movies the second the sparks appear he gets blindingly hard. Sam takes advantage on a regular basis. He picks movies with fireworks scenes, randomly shows up with sparklers, and every time Dean ends up gasping into Sam’s mouth, teaching Sam some new trick or move, and coming on some part of his brother.
July 4th, 1997 is spent under a blanket at a community fireworks show as they give each other hurried and covert handjobs. Sam nicks three Roman Candles and a Fountain and the next night Dean teaches him how to give a proper blowjob. 1998 is the first time Dean touches the cleft of Sam’s ass, and his brother gasps and shoots off in his mouth without warning.
Then Sam licks all of his own come out of Dean’s mouth while he jacks Dean off frantic and needy.
If there’s guilt about Sam’s age or their shared blood it’s consumed by the mixture of heady lust and all-consuming love. This is Sam after all, and Dean’s whole life has revolved around his brother for so long that the whole thing seems like a natural progression.
Sam is seventeen the first time Dean enters him. They’re in the woods on the other side of another town celebration, and over the oohs and ahhs of the crowd Dean enters Sam slowly and imagines that the wonder the families over there are feeling is nothing compared to the revelation of Sam’s face lit by a myriad of colors as his eyes open wide and his mouth goes slack with pleasure and pain.
On Sam’s eighteenth July 4th Dean rides his brother for the first time, watches Sam’s mouth form the words, “I love you” and “Oh god Dean” as blue and green, red and orange burst across his face and Sam’s cock splits him open.
Dean loves fireworks.