This is the last chapter, and it's quite long (sorry). I will be changing some chapters around and adding some together to make everything a bit more even when I have the time. I think there'll be seven chapters when I'm done.

Anyway, thanks to everyone who took the time to read this! It was just kind of a practice to get me into this fanfic thing, I am writing some stories with more of a plot. Hope it wasn't too terrible!

Sam unloaded the impala with overnight stuff for both him and Dean while said brother ordered a room with two queens. After Sam watched Dean as he fumbled in his pockets for the key, they strolled in and he dropped their bags down on one of the beds. His eyes automatically scanned the room which had ghastly floral wallpaper pathetically plastered up. It contained nothing but a rickety wooden table with un matching, close to breaking chairs, a gruesome looking fridge which he certainly wasn't going to eat out of and a lamp in between the two beds, which compared to the rest of the room didn't look too bad, at least they looked like the sheets had been cleaned. There was also a door which, hopefully, leads to a bathroom, but from the state of the main room, Sam didn't have any desire to look at what abominations lay behind that door. This place was more of a disappointment than normal.

'Ugh, Dean, this place is a dump.' Sam sighed.

The only answer Sam heard for a while was a grunt. He was about to make another attempt at conversation; he desperately needed some normalness before Dean couldn't stand him anymore, but Dean got there first.

'I'm going out, don't wait up for me'

Crap.

'No, Dean, you can't!'

'Ha, you're not my damn wife Sam' The sneer in Dean's voice hurt Sam in a way he couldn't explain, but he loosened up a little when h carried on 'why exactly can't I go out and have a little fun?'

Shit. He had no idea what to say. He hadn't planned on opening up to Dean yet, in fact, he couldn't. Not yet. He wasn't ready. He needed time for them to just be brothers before he was nothing to Dean but a punch bag. Sam didn't really think he could ever be absolutely 100% nothing to Dean, not really, but it was easier to think that than to think he had the slightest chance of being anything because he had to leave. That's when he noticed the blood staining Dean's T-shirt.

'Because I have to get you stitched up first. That's a pretty bad gash' He gestured to Dean's arm where blood was trickling downwards.

'I'm fine'

'Stop being such a cry baby, it won't hurt' Sam forced out a weak smile, or course he could never really be happy right now 'besides, it will only take a few minutes'

Dean grabbed a chair and swooped it round, then swung his leg over it so he could rest his arms on the back of it.

'Come on then... and don't fuck it up'

A grin played across Dean's face, and Sam was split down the middle; he was ecstatic that Dean was smiling, but it was that same smile that he would never see again and that thought practically tore his heart out. Ignoring the emotional battle within him, he collected the things needed to stitch up Dean and got to work. He didn't let himself get distracted by the fact he had to touch Dean's arm quite a lot to get this done effectively, instead he focused on how precious this small amount time was. Every so often Dean would let out a hiss through gritted teeth, to which Sam would mumble an apology but smile at because he found it adorable how Dean was trying to not let on when it hurt and act all manly. When he was done, he poured what little alcohol they had over it and started on his mission to convince Dean not to go out. He needed him here so they could talk, and if he was honest, he really hated the thought of Dean going away and flirting with all the pretty girls at the bar.

'Dean, you've been working your ass of lately, maybe you should give yourself a rest?'

'Alright'

'What?'

'I said alright, I guess I'll stay in tonight, I'm pretty damn exhausted'

'Oh'

Sam nodded his head in what must have looked like agreement, but really he wasn't paying attention to what he was doing, he was just befuddled, he'd expected to have to and had prepared to beg Dean to stay. But whatever, this was much easier. Apart from the fact he had to have the dreaded conversation now. Maybe it can wait until tomorrow, Dean is pretty tired, don't wanna add to the stress. Sam pondered over this, but eventually concluded that the longer he waits, the harder it will get. Just get it over with. Sam half walked, half shuffled over to the bed Dean was now sitting on, back against the headboard, feet stretched in front. He noticed how Dean was carefully eyeing him as he sat down on the bed in the same position. Something must have dyed inside of him because he felt ready to cry when Dean moved away from him when their arms touched. He held himself together though; this wasn't exactly anything new, Dean had been avoiding him for days. But, this was their last day together and Sam longed to get closer again, but he knew Dean would only move away.

'You have your own bed you know sasquatch'

Sam thought heard awkwardness in Dean's words, and he knew he definitely saw it in the small forced smile Dean threw his way. He despised himself for making Dean feel so uncomfortable around him now.

'Dean, we need to talk'

'Oh come on! I'm tired, can't we act out the chick flick tomorrow?' Dean hesitated for a moment then spoke again, with clear nervousness. 'What's there to talk about anyway?'

'I'm leaving'

'What? What do you mean you're leaving? Leaving where to? Sam, are you in trouble? What's wrong?'

Suddenly Dean was close again, holding Sam's shoulder. Sam knew he probably shouldn't have lead with that, it just got Dean all worried and worked up, but he wasn't ready to say those forbidden, twisted words yet. Besides, it felt good to have Dean being all close and protective over him this one last time.

'No, I'm not in any trouble, I swear, it's just..it's...I have to get away'

Damnit! Spit it out!. Sam had never hated himself more than when he saw the look on Dean's face turn from worry to despair. Dean more or less leaped off the bed in an effort to get away. This was hurting Dean, making him believe that Sam was leaving because he didn't want to be with him anymore, when in fact, it was the total opposite. Nevertheless, soon Dean would know the truth and the despair would quickly change to hatred. Sam was sure of that. Sam slid from the bed and crossed the room to Dean.

'Dean, I'm sorry, it's just..'

'Just what Sam?!' Dean spat the word like they were poison. 'I know things have been a bit messed up recently, but you're all I've got you can't just run away like when you left us for college! I need you man'

'You won't be saying that when you know why I'm leaving'

'Well go on then, enlighten me'

'This thing between us, you know, when we get drunk, well it's'

Dean cut him off.

'That's why you're leaving?' Dean's voice sounded unusually wobbly. 'Come on Sam, we were drunk'

'For god's sake! We kissed, brothers don't do that. And we didn't only kiss either.'

'Shut up! We don't need to talk about this. It won't happen again.'

'ugh, you always do this. Shutting away your feelings so you can be the macho soldier dad wanted. You pretend this doesn't affect you but I can see all of this makes you uncomfortable the way you flinch when we touch, avoid eye contact, and speak as little as possible.'

'Yeah, you're right Sam. And I'm sorry for everything that's gone on, but if I can get past it, so can you!' Dean's words were laced with anger and Sam felt slightly afraid because, if this is how Dean reacted now, he couldn't begin to imagine what Dean would do once Sam told him the whole truth.

'It's not your fault Dean' Sam sighed heavily, pinched the bridge of his nose and then ran his hands over his face before looking at his brother. He didn't really want to see the hate on Dean's face but he knew eye contact was essential here. 'It's more than that.'

'What more is there? We got drunk and kissed and I'm sorry. End of it. I'm not having this conversation anymore.'

'No, Dean.' This was it. Here goes. 'I... I liked it.' Sam felt ashamed of himself, mainly because well, he wants his brother but also because he only managed to get those few words out when he needed to tell Dean exactly what all of this was about.

'What?' The disbelieve and shock in Dean's voice would have been evident to even a slab of metal.

'What we did, I enjoyed it. I could have easily stopped it most times, but I didn't even though I knew you were too out of it to know what was going on. But I knew what was going on and I fucking wanted it. I still do. Not even just when we're drunk Dean. I want you and that's just sick and disgusting and disturbing because we're family, but I have for a long time. For years. I tried to hide it, never wanted you to find out what a freak I am, but when we kissed I just lost all my control. I swear, I tried to ignore it but I just can't anymore! You are all I can think about, and I need to get away before I lose my mind or we get drunk again and I take it too far. I couldn't do that to you. There'd be no going back. I'm so sorry, I don't know what else to do but leave, not that you care anymore. Hell, you probably can't wait until I'm gone now. I love you in a way that is far from brotherly.'

Sam stopped himself, knew he was just rambling but he'd wanted to let all of that out for so long, he felt a little relived at first before the wave of utter sadness and a feeling of emptiness hit him so hard he thought he might just throw up. The love he felt for Dean, his hero, his protector, the only person that had ever been there for him was so strong. And sick. Sam gave up fighting the tears trying to push their way out. What was the point in stopping it? The one person he could truly depend on is turning against him. His emotions were going crazy and the tears rolled down his cheeks and soaked them. Dean said nothing during all of this. Sam's mind was going into overdrive, he didn't understand why Dean wasn't saying anything, why he was just standing there with an unreadable expression, staring.

'Well go on then! Let me have it. Tell me how messed up I am. I can't stand you not saying anything. I understand that you hate me now, I do. After all, I'm a freak and not just because of this yellow eyes psychic thing. Hit me, go on! Please do something, anything! Take a swing! It will make you feel better.'

Without warning, Dean abruptly strode over to Sam, invading his personal space. Sam desperately wanted to back away, to flee from the room. He'd never seen Dean look so belligerent, the look on his face alone seemed enough to kill. Having to live without Dean seemed like an impossibly daunting task alone, but the thought that Dean would surely beat him to near death, almost made him wish Dean wouldn't stop at near. It was too much to handle. It's not like he hasn't taken more that his fair share of punches in his time. He'd even been hit by Dean before, so he knew how much it hurt. Not physically, but every time Dean hit him, his heart broke because he trusted Dean so damn much. Still, Sam stood his ground and mentally prepared for the beating that couldn't come soon enough, the only made his dear grow. I deserve this. Just hurry up. Please. I deserve it. I'm repulsing. Evil. I deserve it.

'I could never hate you Sammy.'

Dean's voice was barely even a whisper, and the mixed emotions seeping into it seemed so raw. What? That's what he was angry about?! Sam couldn't get his mind around it, shocked beyond belief. He was baffled as to why his brother wasn't lashing out with physical violence. The only answer he could think of was that Dean didn't believe him, thought he was saying it as an excuse to get away. Dean would take those words that meant so much back. Sam was about to reinforce his confession when he felt warm, wet lips of his own.

Sam was so far past flabbergasted that he just stopped working. His mind went blank and his body went rigid whilst Dean pressed their lips together and one hand to the back of Sam's neck and the other to Sam's neck, dragging him closer. Sam stood wide eyed for what felt like years before he finally found himself and pushed Dean away.

'Dean? wha...'

Sam's sluggish words were cut off by another peck to his lips that made his stomach flutter.

'I feel the same.'

Now, Sam was pretty sure they'd have to come up with a new word for the emotions he was feeling. Love, bewilderment, shock, lust, ecstasy, all jumbled into one that was about one thousand times multiplied than anything he'd ever felt. He stood in a slump. Is this a joke? Sam's mind was filled to the brim of doubt and denial because there was no way this could ever happen. He wouldn't have expected this in a million years. Sam looked at Dean, who was cautiously studying him, and he decided no, this wasn't a joke, Dean wouldn't do that. The love and concern he found on display Dean's eyes confirmed that. But that brought a whole new, equally distressing question. What do I do now? He couldn't function properly, thoughts raced through his mind like some kind of stampede. He wanted to do a lot of things. Kiss Dean, jump out a window, run away, shout, laugh, cry, dance, faint. He thought about Dean's word again and became dramatically close to laughing because, it was so like Dean to express his feelings in the least amount of words possible. Sam had practically ripped open his chest and put his heart on full view, expecting it to get kicked to the wall, and Dean had simply uttered four words and Sam had become dumbfounded and he did let a slight chuckle slip that must have made him look a bit like a maniac if the look Dean was giving him was anything to go by. In the end though, he decided to kiss Dean again.

He latched onto Dean's leather jacket and yanked him closer, placing his lips over Dean's with full force. He felt Dean's hands tighten their grip. It felt like there was nothing else but them. Their bodies were so firmly pressed against one another, he could hardly breathe, but god, it felt so good. The pleasure, love, happiness, lust, acceptance and need was overpowering as he gently slid his tongue over Dean's bottom lip, pleading for entrance. Dean's parted his lips slightly, giving Sam what he wanted, and he slid his tongue in. At first the kiss was deep, but gentle. Sensually slipping their tongues over each over, giving in to their filthy, long held back desires. Gradually the kiss became more desperate and before long all he could feel was a mess of lips and tongue and teeth as he licked into Dean's mouth, tasting him, thinking no one he's ever kissed has ever came any were near as amazing as this, nothing was ever this passionate. His bottom lip was sucked into Dean's mouth, who nibbled and drew a moan from Sam. He shoved Dean up against the motel wall and crushed himself onto Dean's body, trying to get closer even though it was impossible to. The kiss they shared went on as Sam wrenched Dean's jacket off, then moved his hands to Dean's waist under his T-shirt. He rolled his thumbs over Dean's skin and thrust his hips, rubbing their obvious arousals together and making Dean gasp and try to pull Sam closer, one hand still on his neck, the other now over the curve of his ass, before Dean unexpectedly pushed Sam away.

'What are we doing?'

'What? Dean?... We're kissing.'

'Your my brother, we shouldn't.'

No. Please just no. You can't do this. Not now. Not now that I know we both want this. Please don't. Sam needed Dean, he tried extremely hard not to shout or cry or just generally break down at Dean's words.

'Why the hell shouldn't we? All our lives are spent in misery so we can protect the people around us, and they die anyway! Why can't we have this? We deserve to be happy for once.'

Hoping that he got through to Dean and convinced him; he leant in for another kiss, wanting so badly for Dean to stop talking. Much to his dismay, Dean turned his head away, avoiding eye contact.

'I, I just can't Sam, I'm sorry.' Dean's words dripped with pain.

'Please don't say that, not now'

'I'm sorry, I can't, It's wrong, we're brothers, so wrong'

Sam recognised the tremor in Dean's ramble and instantly knew he was just afraid. He would do everything he could to take that fear away because he can't let go of this now, knowing how marvellous it felt to have Dean love him.

'Dean, everything we do it wrong. You do know using fake ID's and posing as the FBI is illegal right?' Sam tried to joke to lighten the mood.

'You're my little brother Sam; I can't do this to you. I've already ruined you. You could have been happy and had an apple pie life like you wanted but no, I came to you because of my own selfish need to be with you. I should have let you be. I'm supposed to protect you for god's sake! If I can't even do that what's my purpose?'

'I'm a big boy now, I can look after myself. Besides, this doesn't mean you can't carry on protecting me. This is what we both want.' Sam paused to grip Dean's jaw and force his brother to look at him. 'Listen to me Dean. This isn't hurting me in anyway, you leaving now would though. And, I don't want that life anymore. I want you. Always been you. I missed you so much all those years I was with Jess. I've never been happier or felt safer or more at home than when I'm with you. This is what I want now.'

In one swift movement, he softly kissed Dean's swollen lips again, and Dean let him.

'Just stop thinking so much. Relax.'

Sam let go of Dean's face and placed his hands back over Dean's waist. He gave Dean a moment to recollect his thoughts, and could see the internal war going on in his beautiful, glassy eyes. He peppered Dean's face in light kissing, showing his love in a crucial quest to take away Dean's angst. He fisted the bottom of Dean's T-shirt and lifted it over his head, then kissed and sucked and bit Dean's neck, marking him. Dean let out a shaky moan and followed suit; pulling Sam's top off, but with trembling hands. Sam understood, he really did. The two things Dean was notorious for was his lively sex life and protecting Sam and he knew Dean was having a hard time choosing between the two. He was adamant to make Dean realise he could do both, and it seemed to be working because Dean didn't back down again.

Sam fell to his knees in front of Dean, undid Dean's belt, button and zipper and pushed the jeans and boxers down to Dean's calves. He'd never seen this before. Yeah, there was that time in the car near Bobby's, but that was more feeling that seeing. His cock twitched at the memory of that. And, there had been times when they were younger when one of them would walk out of the bathroom, full frontal, thinking they were alone. But that wasn't the same. For starters neither had been hard in those times and the sight of Dean now made him hornier than ever, he ached to wrap his lips around his brother's dick. He looked up at Dean, who was staring right back with lust. Sam took that as consent and took Dean's member into his hand, pumping it gently before giving the tip and open mouthed kiss. He licked a stripe from the base of to the tip, drawing a loud moan from Dean. He took in only the head, making his tongue flick against the slit and sucked whist massaging Dean's balls in one hand and pumping the base with the other.

'Stop being such a tease Sam! Suck me!'

He smiled around Dean's cock and looked up at Dean through his eyelashes. Dean was panting heavily, looking a bit tense. Sam noticed how Dean's hand was gripped tightly to the table next to them, making his knuckles white and one pushed flat against the wall, like he was restraining himself from touching Sam. He'd change that soon enough. Whilst still fondling Dean's balls, he took in Dean's length as far as he could, keeping one hand at the base to give Dean a deep throating like experience. Then he hollowed out his cheeks and came back up to the head, all the while swiping his tongue around Dean, concentrating mainly on the slit which was oozing pre cum.

'Holy shit, Sam!'

Sam felt Dean's hands come to the back of his head and grip his hair as he bobbed up and down, always keeping eye contact to watch Dean's reactions. For some reason, this was extremely arousing and he let out a groan around Dean's dick which must have made some vibrations because Dean was moaning louder than ever. Dean gritted his teeth, obviously trying to restrain himself from fucking Sam's mouth. He was glad of that seen as he'd never given a blow job before, and he admired Dean for successfully restraining because he knew if the roles were switched, he probably wouldn't have the will power to do so. But that was Dean, always looking out for him. Sam got into a steady pace but felt Dean push his head down, urging him to go faster, so he guessed Dean was probably close to his climax. He pulled off with an obscene 'pop' and the whine Dean let out at the loss made him grin like a fool.

'I don't want you to come yet.' He was surprised at how husky his voice sounded. 'I want you to fuck me Dean'

Dean threw his head back, groaned and hauled Sam up to a standing position with his hair.

'You're gonna be the death of me, hearing things like that come out of your pretty mouth gets me all tingly Sammy'

With that, Sam was pulled into another erotic kiss. Dean ran his hands through Sam's hair repeatedly, gripping and stroking while sucking and biting at his lips. Sam smirked into the kiss, Dean wasn't complaining about his 'in desperate need of a cut Sasquatch hair' now.

'You don't seem to mind my hair as much as you say' Sam chuckled against Dean's mouth.

'I wanted you to cut it, so I wouldn't be distracted, thinking about this' Dean licked the line of Sam's jaw and nibbled his earlobe before growling a whisper 'Never getting it cut'

All at once, Sam felt himself being walked backwards towards one of the queen beds while Dean fiddled with this belt and pants, determined, it seemed, to get rid of the offending garments. The backs on his knees hit the edge of the bed and he let himself fall onto it, propping himself up on his elbows as he watched Dean rapidly remove his pants and boxers. Sam felt heat rise to his cheeks as he saw Dean's eyes scan over his body, stopping at his erection. He'd never felt more on display and he wished that Dean would get on the bed already instead of just inspecting him with that hungry expression and licking his lips, an action that made Sam's cock jump a little.

'Love seeing you getting all flustered, so cute. No need to be embarrassed though. I'm shocked' Dean threw a wink at Sam 'You're so big'

That only resulted in Sam blushing even more and he turned his head to avoid Dean's gaze whilst he shuffled up the bed a bit, hopefully indicating he wanted Dean to join him. Apparently, Dean got the memo because, in a flash, Dean was on top of him, taking his lips into his own once again. Their overheated skin rubbed together with the most delicious friction imaginable. All thoughts of anything but Dean flew out of the window as Dean reached over to the bed side table and pulled out a small bottle of lube, and poured some onto his fingers whilst giving Sam the sexiest smile he'd ever seen. Sam opened his legs as Dean rubbed his hands together. Dean crawled up in between his legs and gave him another hot kiss before moving lower to flick a tongue over his nipple. After licking around it for a while, Dean sucked on his nipple, he arched his back into the overwhelming touch and his hands flew to Dean's head to keep it there. Holy shit feels so good. He felt Dean take his cock into one of his hands and pump, twisting his wrist on the up stroke and swiping his thumb over the slit, the lube making it easier and enhancing the pleasure. If Sam had ever been jerked off in a better way, he couldn't remember it. He couldn't believe they could have been doing this the whole time, he thought about how much time they' wasted and he was about to ask Dean why he never said anything when he realised that it was probably the same reason he never said anything. What a stupid question that would have been.

Dean took that moment to teasingly brush a finger over his hole, sending a shiver up his spine and ripping a moan from his throat. He assumed Dean was testing the waters, making sure this was okay, so he reassured him.

'Do it Dean, please, need you'

'Mmm hearing you beg does terrible things to me'

Dean slid one finger in and out again, finding a rhythm. It felt odd, but in a good way. When Dean slipped a second finger in two, there was a slight burning sensation but it soon went away when Dean crooked up his fingers to brush over that sensitive sweet spot. Sam nearly leapt of the bed in pleasure, a string of curse words in between moans falling from his lips.

'Love the way you moan'

Dean got three fingers in and stretched Sam.

'Can't wait to get my cock inside you, Sammy'

He always imaged Dean would be a dirty talker with all the porn he watched, and he was so glad he was right. He could probably come from listening to Dean alone. Especially when Dean called him Sammy.

'Gonna fuck you so hard little brother'

Sam moaned, hearing the words 'little brother' in this situation really should not be this arousing. I'm so messed up. But at least, he thought, he wasn't the only one.

'Gonna fuck you into the mattress, you're gonna feel this for days'

'Please Dean, now, need it'

'Need what baby boy, want you to tell me'

Apparently he really liked pet names, because when Dean called him things like 'baby boy' or 'Sammy' his cock twitched. But maybe he only liked them because it was Dean saying them. Dean's fingers were still inside him and he hooked his legs around Dean's waist.

'Need you to fuck me. Please Dean. Want you inside me, please'

'You moan and beg like a slut'

Dean removed his fingers and spread some more lube on them to slick up his cock before lining it up with Sam's hole. Sam saw the question in Dean's eyes when Dean looked at him. As much as Dean seemed to want this, he would always make sure Sam did too.

'You okay?'

'Yeah Dean, 'm ready'

'You sure? It um, it might hurt'

He found Dean's eyes again and saw doubt. He put one hand on Dean's waist and used the other to pull Dean's head down and press their lips together in the softest way.

'I trust you' another kiss, a bit deeper this time 'Want you'

With that, Dean slowly pushed the head in, and then went deeper until he was all the way in. Sam felt an intense burning sensation. Dean didn't move, he revelled in the feeling of being in Sam, and he wanted to give Sam the opportunity to get used to it. Sam tried to push past the pain as Dean placed his hands on either side of Sam's head. Sam noticed Dean watching him carefully, and it must have been obvious that this was hurting a bit because Dean started to stroke his hair in a soothing fashion. Once most of the burning had subsided, Sam started to move his hips up and down, trying to get Dean to move. Dean got the message and stated to thrust, gently at first, but soon picked up the pace when Sam started moaning and begging for it to be faster, harder. Everything felt so amazing now, just pure pleasure.

'You feel so good Sammy, so tight'

Dean slammed into Sam over and over, thrusting his rapidly. The worn out bed below them creaked loudly, springs straining to keep their weight and the headboard mildly knocked the wall behind it. They were both panting and moaning each other's names along with a string of other barely coherent things louder than ever as Dean kept fucking Sam into oblivion, hitting his prostate every few thrusts and nearly making Sam scream. For a brief moment, he felt sorry for their neighbours in this motel, but when Dean scraped over that perfect spot again he couldn't really care less about anyone else. He felt a familiar heat in his stomach and his balls tightened when Dean started to caress his length again.

'Dean... I'm gonna... so close'

'Oh god, me too Sammy, shit. Come for me baby'

And he did, arching off the bed and scratching Dean's back, he shot ropes of hot white come all over his and Dean's stomachs and chests, screaming Dean's name as he did so.

'Holy fuck, so pretty, oh god'

Dean pressed his face into the hollow between Sam's neck and shoulder as he came inside Sam, moaning his brother's name like the whore he accused said brother of being just before. Sam held Dean as he slid out and collapsed on top of him, both of them breathing hard and light headed from their orgasms. After they came out of that blissful stage after the incredible high, Sam watched Dean get a towel from the bathroom and he let Dean clean him up. When Dean first got up, Sam's heart nearly pounded out of his chest in panic, thinking that Dean had realised what they'd done and was leaving him. Luckily this wasn't the reality. Dean picked up the sheets and got between them with Sam, pulling the covers up after he was comfortable. Sam was gobsmacked, he never thought Dean would consider doing something as girly as cuddling yet here he was, with Dean's arms wrapped around him and his wrapped around Dean and his face lay on Dean's chest. He could feel Dean's soft breath against the top of his head and he couldn't help but smile, he'd never felt so complete, but he still fretted over what Dean was thinking.

'Dean, you're not having second thoughts are you?'

'If I was do you think I'd be lay here with you?' Dean scoffed, mocking Sam.

'Jerk'

'Bitch'

Dean's hand fiddled with Sam's hair for about ten minutes and Sam was teetering on the edge of sleep.

'Love you Sam.'

Sam's heart skipped a beat, or it might have stopped all together, he wasn't sure, but he seriously couldn't believe Dean had said that. They never even said that in a brotherly way.

'Love you too Dean' It was barely even a whisper through his shock, but Dean must have heard it because Sam felt Dean's lips curl into a smile on his head before giving him a peck and they both drifted into a heavenly sleep.