E/O Drabble challenge.

Word count: 108

Warnings: Wincest!

Disclaimer: I OWN NOTHING!!!

Oh wow, I told myself that I wasn't going to make it dirty *blushes*. But c'mon! I mean ya give me a word like lap and this is what happens...............


Dean slipped his hand over Sam's lap, making him grin. "Dean...."

"what?" A low, throaty voice. "I-I just.... nevermind.."

"There's nothing wrong with this Sammy, okay?"

"Yeah, but--"

"Don't you dare say 'but were brothers' or 'it is wrong' because it's not!" Dean was yelling now. His face had contorted into complete anger

as he looked at his brother, knowing that that was exactly what he would say. "Okay, Dean, have your way with me." Sam smirked, and

let out a chucke, making Dean less angry as he obliged. His lips parted as they met his younger brother's. Even if it was wrong, it felt so right..