Title: Seven a.m.
Author: moveablehistory
Rating: R
Pairing: Sam/Dean
Summary: Morning sam/dean schmoop.

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Sunday morning. Sam rolls over, sticks a leg over Dean's hip and shoves his head against Dean's shoulder. Dean sighs audibly, moves back to settle against Sam, twists enough to lick up Sam's throat, to stick his palm against the bones on Sam's hip, thumbs at the indent there. Sam makes a noise, presses his mouth at the side of Dean's jaw, just behind his ear. Throws an arm over Dean's chest and Dean stares up at the ceiling in supplication, goes back to sleep.

Nothing to kill. The motel coffee pot is perking, they'll be out before it's done but Dean grabs some anyways, lets it spill down into the base where it'll burn. He puts it on the nightstand, pokes Sam awake. Sam opens an eye, stretches, sits up and blinks. He pulls some clothes on; Dean shoves his hand down Sam's pants and Sam swats him away, laughs. Dean grins, lines at the corners of his mouth crinkling. He tosses Sam the keys, and nods at the door.

They leave the do not disturb sign on the handle; one bed untouched and the other a mess of rucked-up sheets still warm from their bodies.

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