Summary: E/O CHALLENGE, Drabble Word: Touch. Happy Birthday, Platinum Rose Lady! It was either this or extreme angst, and no one should be angsty on their birthday. Sam's nekkid. I can't help it if your mind goes into the gutter. Join me, there's room down here!
Word count: 100
Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural. This is for entertainment only, and not for profit.
Sam stretches, long and slow. He ignores the shocked looks Dean and Bobby give him as he peels off his clothes.
All of his clothes.
"Uh, S-Sam?" Dean's wide-eyed, frozen in place as Sam climbs up in his lap.
"Mrroaw." Sam nuzzles Dean's jaw. That light stubble feels so good. Sam purrs even louder at the touch.
"Aw, crap," Bobby growls. "He must have had a relapse. Damn hell cat venom. Keep him occupied while I cook that that antidote again, you idjit."
Dean's a good big brother.
And "Sammy's Kitty Pics – The Sequel" was a big hit on Facebook.