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The things we do to each other in the neon glow ain’t nobody’s business but ours.
Sam and Dean only allowing themselves to touch in darkened motel rooms where no one else can see 
You wanted our first time to be in Baby, said it felt right. It did. For the next hundred miles afterwards, driving west out of Texas, I couldn’t stopping thinking of how good it felt to have you inside me. I told you as much. “Soon, Dean,” you promised. “Soon.”
I stole lipstick from a gas station, left a message on the passenger side window when you weren’t looking. You told me you’d kill me if I ever did that again, but I saw the smile on your face as you wiped the message off, a pink blush on your cheeks. I love you, brother.
