This is kinda short, but really cute.
It was late morning, but Sam wasn't awake yet. Dean quietly pushed their bedroom door open. His eyes fell on a still sleeping Sam. Dean sighed and decided to wake Sam up. Silently, he crept into the room and stopped in front of the bed. Suddenly, he jumped onto Sam and began tickling him. Sam was immediately woken from his slumber and released a shocked scream.
"Oh my god, Dean, stop it! Please!" Sam implored.
Dean didn't stop, he kept tickling Sam, who was now struggling to breath through his laughter.
A few minutes later, Sam managed to push Dean off of him.
"You're such a jerk" Sam said in mock anger.
"Bitch" Dean replied, earning himself a master eye-roll from Sam.
Dean then leaned down to kiss Sam, who gladly accepted and returned the action. Sam felt Dean's tongue slip into his mouth. His hands found Dean's waist to pull him closer, Dean entangled his fingers in Sam's hair.
Dean pulled away... only to begin kissing Sam's jawline, down his neck, to his collarbone. Then he stopped. He laid his head onto Sam's shoulder and nuzzled his neck. Sam cocked his head so his cheek was against Dean's forehead. His arm wrapped around Dean's waist. Dean slowly reached for Sam's free hand and intertwined their fingers.
Pretty soon, Dean began to drift off to sleep. Sam could hear light snores escaping his slightly parted lips and could feel his warm breath hit his neck. Sam scoffed, thinking he should get revenge on Dean for waking him up, but instead he too drifted back into a light slumber.
