Summary: Dean and Sam snggle in the impala.
Disclaimer: I own nothing Supernatural.
Warnings: slash, incest
Prompt: 49 - stars
"This is so peaceful." Sam said as he relaxed against Dean in the front seat of the Impala. It was cold outside and the stars twinkled in the black sky. The chill had started to seep into the car. Sam tugged Dean's arms around him, thankful for the extra warmth. The leather of Dean's jacket creaked as Sam laid his face on Dean's shoulder. He inhaled all the scents that equaled home to him -- gun oil, sweat, and that little smell that was just dean.
"It is pretty," Dean agreed as he held his brother closer. He'd held his brother in his arms his whole life. As Sam had grown, Dean had to adjust his arms but always made sure they were available if Sam needed them around him. He'd protect Sam from anything supernatural or real.
Sam's breath on Dean's neck caused Dean's eyelashes to flutter as Sam's actions caused a warming inside his gut.
"Each one of those stars we see had probably already burned themselves out in the time it took the light to reach the earth."
"Geek," Dean said fondly. "Did you take astrology in college?"
"Nope. Just picked it up from somewhere. Kind of like how we learn our hunting skills."
Dean scoffed. "Seems like we're always flying by the seat of our pants."
"I'm fine with that as long as you're flying with me."
Kissing Sam's temple, Dean whispered, "Always."