They hadn’t had sex since the night Sam fucked Dean. Not that they were angry or tense with each other, it just… Had been quiet.
Sam laid on the couch channel surfing when Dean came home. He usually told Sam to make dinner, but since he hadn’t put any notes out (for once), Sam had figured he had other plans. It had kinda turned into a routine after he became Dean’s ‘bitch’. Dean would leave before he woke up, leave notes everywhere, giving him tasks like cleaning and making dinner. If there weren’t any, he didn’t have any tasks.
He got up and smiled a little at Dean when their eyes met. “Hi,” he grinned. “Good day at work?”