Cute. I like Sam's POV of his growing out of the teenage things that every other kid his age is still into. How hunting has matured him in so many ways.

Now lets explore Dean in a sweaty t-shirt nestled on the sofa with Sam... maybe some sweet sexy making out when they get bored with the tv.

Dean creeping his arm around Sam and pulling him in. Sam being all pliable and cuddling in, enjoying the soft scent of cologne mixed with Dean's sweat and getting turned on by it as he remembers the hot summer nights sleeping in the tight cramped backseat of the Impala, his face pressed into Dean's pubescent sweaty chest and the taste of salt heavy on his lips when he licks them.

Dean loves the smell of Sam's hair, that soft smell of shampoo buried under his natural musk and how soft it is as he runs his fingers through the soft waves.. The warm heavy press of Sam's body against his stomach as he holds him close.

He lays a tender kiss against Sam's temple and Sam coo's against the warm touch of soft lips. Sam's hand glides across Dean's belly, his fingers creeping around the hard flanks to slip his thumb below Dean's waistband and find purchase there.

Okay, I need to stop or I'll be writing this thing in no time. lol Leaving another ficlette in a comment... sorry.