"Don't say that!"

Sam snaps at his brother, who was making fun of your new set of nails you'd come home with.

"You're just pissed off that you don't get to feel them."

Sam glowers, his head buried in your shoulder as you comb through his hair, parting it to braid the honey blond strands.

"Like hell, I'm jealous."

Dean rolls his eyes.

"Who wants to be scratched like a freakin' cat?"

"Me."

Sam grumbles, starting to relax again once Dean stalks out of the room and your fingers slide under his shirt to the warm skin of his back.

"Mmph…killin' me honey."

He almost purrs, his lips pressing lazy kisses to your collarbone.

"Gonna give you everything you want later for this. Gonna spoil you so bad"