The Winchester Way //VulcanSpock//
 

Sam Winchester enjoyed having Axl as a son, mostly because he always kept them on their toes. Unfortunately, that usually meant that they had to spank the daylights out of the kid, which neither of them, him and Dean that is, really enjoyed. Regardless of punishing the kid, they really did love him.

Sam Winchester also enjoyed having Dean Winchester as a brother, mostly because he was smoking hot.

It was a bit weird, their relationship. Started when they were younger, blossomed into what it is now... The weirdest aspect being that Sam totally topped his big bro in bed. Which is weird because Sam is four years younger then Dean, and because no one assumes that Dean Winchester would ever bottom for anybody. Especially not his annoying little brother.

"Deeean." Sam called from the kitchen, making breakfast before they packed up and headed out down the road, Axl for once still being asleep. "Breakfast is almost ready." He yelled again, before not getting a response.

Dumb man must still be in the shower.

Sam turned off the stove and padded to the bathroom, just walking right in as he saw Dean's figure through the shower curtain and he snorted. "Dean. You've been in here for twenty minutes. Get your ass out, we gotta go soon. And Axl isn't even awake yet."

Dean couldn't pin point exactly when it was that he and Sam became a thing, but he wasn't complaining, he loved Sam with all his heart even though he could be a nag at times. He listened as he heard Sam call up to him and tell him Breakfast was ready, but he wasn't done showering yet so he just ignored that for now and enjoyed a bit of 'Dean' time. He didn't hear Sam approaching because of the running water and he jumped when he heard Sam snap at him.

"Damn it Sammy, I'm busy here!" he snapped back and shut the water off, striding out of the shower, butt naked. "WHY isn't Axl up?" he demanded to know, noticing the time and shaking his head.

Sam couldn't help but smirk as he saw his big brother jump, feeling proud of himself. Then Dean groused that he was busy in there and Sam laughed. "You aren't touching yourself, are ya, Dean?" He questioned, since Sammy was protective of his big brother and he was the one who gave the elder permission to touch himself, and Dean didn't have permission to do it unless Sammy was there to watch.

Then Dean came out of the shower and Sammy shamelessly looked him up and down. "Because it's my job to make breakfast. Your job is waking Axl up." He stated matter-of-factly.

Dean rose a brow when his brother asked if he was touching himself, "Maybe I was." he smirked and then nodded with a small groan when Sam reminded him that it was his Job to make breakfast and Dean's to wake Axl up. "Oh what fun." he answered and wrapped a towel around his waist before heading into his kid's room, "Get yer ass up right now Axl! Its already noon!" he snapped, folding his arms over his chest.

"I warned you about sleepin' in!"

Sam retaliated to Dean's smirk with a smirk of his own. "Then no sex for a week." He said in a sing song type of voice, since he established that punishment when he first found Dean pleasing himself without him. Then he went on to say he made breakfast, and Dean woke up Axl. He snorted as the man groaned and swatted his ass on the way out, going to the kitchen to serve up breakfast.

Axl was literally a mix of Sam and Dean. He had longish, dirty blonde hair and hazel eyes. He was humorous like Daddy Dean and a genius like Mama Moose. Right now he was like his father, snoring away after he was supposed to wake up. He cracked open a tired eye and groaned.

"Shhh. I'm sleepin'." He yawned, rolling onto his back to close his eyes again.

Dean stuck his tongue out at Sam when he told him no sex for a week, "Like you could resist alla this." he smirked and stalked off to his son's bedroom, he hated getting the brat up, he was as stubborn as Sam! He looked down at the kid when he said shh and that he was sleeping. Dean's eye twitched and he flipped the mattress, "Not any more you aint, get yer ass in something decent and get down for breakfast before Mama nags us BOTH to death." he answered and then left the room to go to his own, changing in some dark jeans and a dark green shirt before heading downstairs.

"Got him up, well...sorta."

Axl actually made a noise between a scream and a groan as his dad flipped the mattress, the boy and his blankets tumbling to the carpeted floor. Axl dropped his head onto the ground and glowered something fierce up to his dad, clambering to his feet and he grumbled to himself, changing into jeans and a button up, before stomping out of his room, not very happy with how he was woken up, the fifteen year old in a mood.

Sam rose an eyebrow as Dean came in. "Dean, if you dropped him on the floor again..." He started to say before Axl came into the kitchen, dropping himself on a chair and crossing his arms, generally looking sour. Sam sighed. "Then you have to deal with his temper tantrum."

Dean sighed, "Oh c'mon Sam, Dad used to get us up that way with a whack to the butt to boot, it's not a big deal." he answered as he sat down and then he glanced over to his teen son when he flopped down in a huff. "Ah...look pal, I'm sorry, but you gotta be up at a reasonable time, sleepin' in until noon aint good for ya." he told him and reached out to ruffle his hair, "Buck up, I knew you'd have a soft landin' with all them clothes scattered over your carpet." he smirked.

"Hey Mama! Can we get a couple pancakes over here, or what?!" he called over, grinning like the goof he was.

Sam rolled his eyes at what Dean said. "Still. You can't just drop kids on the floor. That's like... illegal." He said seriously, watching as a grumpy Axl came into the kitchen.

The teen looked up at his father as he came over and apologized. Axl sighed deeply. "You coulda been nice. Mama always wakes me up nice. You roll me onto the floor." He huffed, and rolled his eyed when his dad said that he had a soft landing with all the clothes on the floor.

Sammy looked over as he was called and snorted. "Please?" He prompted, before dropping pancakes on each of their plates and sat down, wasting no time in digging in, and neither did Axl.

"Illegal my ass." Dean answered with a shake of his head and looked over to Axl. "Fine, Mama can wake you up from now on, but that means I'll be cookin' breakfast and yep you guessed it, porridge, every day." he smirked and then tucked into the pancakes, giving Sam a look when he prompted the please, "Oh sorry, please miss, may I have pancakes?" he snorted and tucked in, going through them like an animal but Dean had always been passionate about food.

"Is there more?" he asked, eyes shining hopeful.