Saturday was busy, Sunday was Fathers' Day... but after a month of not really writing anything I'd have really liked (fanficwise, at least), Sunday was also the day the Muse smiled at me. This isn't...spattered messy and white. Mine, Dean whispers, kissing one of the dark, hard nubs of nipples, pressed as close to his brother as he can, denim between them like a firewall. Mine.