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Numb3rs/SPN, Don/Dean, brothers

Numb3rs/SPN, Don/Dean, brothers

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Dean's not even sure how the conversation got started - probably him bitching about Sam taking the Impala on a library run to the next county and not bringing it back on time like he said he would, but an hour in he and Don are in a booth sharing a bottle of tequila and swapping annoying little brother stories.

It's kind of a toss up: Charlie going to Princeton at 13 certainly trumps Sam going to Stanford as a teenager, but then Sam walking out on him in the middle of nowhere on a country road definitely beats little kid Charlie wandering off during a camping trip.

As they finish off the liquor Dean's afraid Don's going to launch into the 'I don't normally do this but...' speech he's heard from guys all over the country, but he doesn't. He just lets his eyes travel Dean's body in a very clear statement of intent and appreciation before raising an eyebrow and asking, "Well? What do you think?"

Twenty minutes later in Dean's motel they're halfway through tearing each other's clothes off and Dean thinks holy shit this guy's something. It's been a while since he's been up against a true athlete, someone as strong and muscular as him and Sam are and this tells him whatever Don does for a living he needs to be in top form to make it. He smells a little like a cop, but more like a professional athlete - tequila notwithstanding.

There's the normal battle for dominance, but for once Dean's willing to throw the fight - though he puts up a good show. It's not every day he meets someone older, stronger, more experienced and it's kind of nice to let someone else drive for a change.

The sex is rough but not harsh, urgent but not rushed and if he thought he was good? Don's better.

Still panting afterwards, Dean shares the one cold Mexican beer left in the motel room refrigerator with Don, passing it between them as they toast. No lime, but Don's salty taste in his mouth is more than enough to sate him.

To brothers...