AN: Holy crap, guys...This is so so late! But hey...it's finally done! Sorry it took so long. Hope you enjoy it!

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They were both laid out on the bed on their sides, facing each other. Just looking. Their breath lost from the homecoming sex had long caught up with them, but the joy...the relief at the returning of Sam's memory was still strong enough to take it away again.

Dean wasn't sure what his brother was thinking about in that moment. It didn't matter, really. As long as the thoughts were coming alongside the memories of the past two months together, he didn't care. Well, he did care, of course. It did matter. But he was certain by the look of happiness in Sam's eyes, that everything was okay.

"We're married," Sam said, a smile blossoming on his face as he continued his gaze into his brother's eyes.

"Yeah," Dean replied with a breathy laugh. "Well, not like...officially or anything, but yeah."

"We're brothers," the corners of Sam's mouth twitched for a moment, and Dean suddenly felt an ache in his chest. But before he could start to properly panic, Sam continued, "You're okay with this? I mean...I know that we're the only ones that know both things, for the most part. But...this is really what you want?" he looked hopeful at him, and Dean's heart lifted.

"Of course it is," he smiled, hand seeking out Sam's without looking away from his face. "You know this was never just about the sex. I wanna be with you; not anybody else. That's not gonna change, so why not?"

Sam drew in a breath, threading their fingers together as he smiled. "I love you so much, Dean," he told him, almost whispering.

"I love you, too," Dean replied. "Hell, you've turned me into a girl and I'm not even all that mad about it. Not right now, anyway," he shrugged. "Ten seconds left before the chick-flick train leaves the station, Sammy. So if you've got anything else you need to get out, get it out now."

Sam smirked before pulling his hand free of Dean's and placing it on the side of Dean's face before moving forward to press a soft, passionate kiss on his lips. He kissed back as gently for a while, their lips moving like a perfectly choreographed dance. Dean let it go on for well past the ten seconds, he was sure, and then moved forward a bit, himself, deepening the kiss, making it rougher as he pushed over until he was on top of Sam.

Sam moaned beneath him, legs falling apart to make room for Dean between them. Dean felt as Sam's arms snaked around his back, large hands splaying over his shoulder blades, and one then trailing down his spine to settle on the small of his back.

"Mmm," he groaned into the kiss as he pressed his hips up into Dean's. "Can't get enough of you," he told him, his cock hardening between them.

Dean hummed a laugh, face dropping into the crook of Sam's neck.

"What?" Sam half-smiled, eyes closing as he felt Dean breathing in the scent of him.

"Nothin'," Dean replied, quietly. "Just...I was thinkin' that same thing, when you said it." He ran his lips over the skin under Sam's ear, brushing it as he spoke, "No matter how much I touch you, or how much you touch me, I just keep wanting more and more."

"Thought the chick-flick moment was over," Sam moaned as Dean's teeth grazed that same patch of skin.

"Nothin' chick-flick about the x-rated things I have planned for you," Dean growled, biting down on Sam's shoulder before making his way down his brother's body.

Sam let out a breathy moan, eyes closing as his head pressed back into the pillow, reveling in the feel of his brother's mouth leaving hot, wet trails down his chest. His hips rolled up almost involuntarily, pressing his ever-rebounding erection against Dean's stomach, as Dean's mouth closed over Sam's nipple. He felt Dean press back down against Sam's cock as if assuring him that he knew about it, and that he'd get there eventually.

Sex with Dean was the most fulfilling sex Sam had ever experienced. From that first time, and every time after, it had always meant more to him than any other sexual encounter; it had always been so much better. And it just seemed to get continuously better; no matter how fast or slow, or how many times they made each other come in one 'session', the sex was always even better the next time.

Maybe it was psychological. Maybe it was just that each time they did it, it seemed brand new (and that wasn't even counting when he had amnesia). But the fact remained, there was no one else Sam could ever even think about doing this with ever again. Everyone else, every other moment of passion, was just a mere faded Polaroid in a shoe box shoved somewhere in the deep recesses of his mind, there only as a reminder that what he had now was so much more.

Dean loved putting his mouth on his brother. It didn't matter where, really. He just loved it; the way he smelled and the way he tasted and the way he moved when Dean touched. He loved touching him with his fingers, too, of course. Those two things were quite likely tied, actually. Two senses to each action; yeah. They were tied. Maybe... He'd have to test it out. No problem there.

See, with his mouth, with his face so close to his skin like that, he could smell and taste at the same time; just close his eyes and go to town. With his fingers, he could touch, and he could see from that bit of distance, how Sam reacted to it, unlike when his mouth was on him and his eyes closed because everything was blurry that close up. Unless of course he was sucking his cock and could look up at his face. That was different, though. He couldn't see Sam's dick twitching and pulsing when his lips were wrapped around it. He could feel it, sure. Taste it. Smell it, even.

Fuck, he was getting harder thinking about this.

When he touched Sam's skin with his fingers, he could watch the reaction of the very place he was touching. Like now, for instance, as he pulled his mouth off of Sam's nipple and rested his forehead on Sam's chest, body arched up off of him just enough so that he could watch as he trailed a hand down between them. Dean's fingers traced a feather-light trail from in between Sam's pecs and down, down, down... Dean watched as the muscles in his brother's stomach twitched and fluttered as his fingers touched the skin. He watched as Sam's hard cock jumped just a bit up off of his stomach before settling back down, as his fingers got closer to it. He smiled.

These senses, of course, did not included hearing. That was a given. Even if Dean was deaf, he would still immensely enjoy the other sensory pleasures. But he never wanted to lose his ability to hear the noises Sam made in response to the things Dean did to him. He wouldn't trade that for world peace. He might end up feeling bad about that, if it ever came down to it. But he'd be reminded daily that it was so very worth it.

Sam couldn't help whimpering as Dean's mouth began following the trail his fingers had previously traveled. He was torn between closing his eyes so that he could just concentrate on the touch, and opening them so he could watch his brother's administrations. Sometimes watching was an overload, though. Sometimes he had to close his eyes just to hold himself back from losing it too soon.

He nearly growled in frustration when Dean's mouth passed by Sam's cock, his fingers merely ghosting over it in a brief tease. Dean chuckled at him, breath puffing out to hit the crease where his leg met his pubic bone, tongue running up the line like it was a trail of melting ice cream. Dean's thumb ran up the crease on the other side at the same time, both actions careful not to touch Sam's cock, though right at the end, Dean's cheek ended up whispering over the side of it, making Sam's hips attempt to press up off of the mattress. Dean held him still, though, and chuckled again as Sam slammed his head back onto the pillow, hands gripping the sheets on either side of him in effort not to grab his brother's head and put it exactly where he wanted it to be.

"Patience, little brother," Dean grinned up at him. "Not like we're going anywhere for a while." He crept his way back up to Sam's face. "We've got at least six weeks here," he whispered against his mouth before kissing him briefly, then kissed down his jaw as he continued, "I plan to do a lot of this. Every square foot of this room is getting christened. Sometimes it might be fast, but more often I'm gonna take my time." Then his mouth moved to his ear and whispered, "You're gonna take it like a good boy, aren't you, Sammy?" He felt Sam's body shudder beneath him before Sam nodded. Dean pushed up a bit to look him in the eyes, noticing how much darker they'd gotten since just a moment earlier. "Flip over," he told him, licking his lips.

Sam swallowed, breath quickening as he twisted himself around onto his stomach underneath Dean. As much as Sam enjoyed taking orders (in bed, anyway), Dean's dick never failed to jump when his brother followed his commands. He wished that worked for hunting, too; when Sam would start to get an attitude about it, he could push him up against a tree or whatever, and get him all worked up and hot and bothered until he remembered how much he liked taking orders from Dean. But...that was a bit much to ask for, and there usually wasn't time for dry-humping in the middle of a monster-infested forest.

Dean pulled Sam up on his knees once he was flipped over, Sam's head still face-down on the mattress. Dean's hands spread over the globes of his brother's ass, his thumbs grazing into where they met in the middle and spreading him open. The pucker fluttered, squeezing closed and open again in anticipation. Dean couldn't resist.

"God!" Sam's hand came up and smacked against the wall in front of him, pressing himself back into that hot wet tongue that teased his opening. But just as soon as the pressure pushed into him, it was quickly pulled away, and Dean's hand was rough on the back of Sam's neck pressing his head back down onto the mattress.

"Stay like this," Dean growled, draped over the back of him as he spoke. "Hold still, or I'll figure out a way to tie you up like this." For a moment he felt like maybe that was a bit too much. But the way Sam's whole body shivered beneath him, showed him that it was only turning him on even more. He felt him nod under his hand, and he had to keep from giving in to the urge to shove into him right then and there.

Instead, he shoved back down to his previous task, attacking and devouring Sam's ass like it was the world's best rhubarb pie. The way Sam's hole pulsed around Dean's tongue made Dean have to grip the base of his own dick to keep himself at bay. Well that and the fact that even though Sam held still like he'd been ordered to, he made no efforts to quiet his verbal response.

The string of moans and disconnected syllables only grew louder as Dean added fingers, generously applying lube and stretching him. Slowly, purposefully, Dean worked. It'd been weeks since he'd done this and suddenly he missed it more than ever right then.

Fingers still working, twisting in Sam's shaking body, vibrating with the effort to keep still, Dean kissed his way back up to Sam's neck.

"Dean...please..." he whimpered, and Dean could see the sheen layer of sweat on his forehead, the white knuckles of his brother's fingers that had been gripping the sheets so hard there had to be holes worn in them.

"Almost, baby," he pressed his mouth to his. "You tell me where you want it to be," he offered. "Tell me what position you wanna be in and where you wanna do it, and we'll do it."

"Just...just want you in me, De," he replied, breathlessly. "Need you..."

"Fuck, baby, yeah I know. Me too," he said as he slotted up behind him, his hard, glistening cock sliding maddeningly along Sam's crack. "How about like this?" Dean asked, though part of him kinda wanted something different. Don't get him wrong, cock-in-ass was the main goal, here, and doing it in this position wasn't at all a turn-off. But...

"Wanna see you," Sam told him, and Dean was kinda relieved because that's exactly what he wanted, too.

Dean moved off of him and let him turn over, and Sam had done so by pushing up on his knees and 'walking' on them in a circle. In that moment, Dean had a flash of imagery in his head; a fantasy newly born and he was determined to play it out now. Before Sam could lie back down, Dean had him pressed back against the wall. Slightly shocked and confused eyes looked back at him, but Dean just smirked and moved his hands to the back of Sam's thighs.

"Wanna do it like this, Sammy," he told him. "Want you to wrap your legs around me and I'll hold you up against the wall..."

Sam's breath shuddered out of him. "Yeah," is all he could respond with as he repositioned his legs, letting the pressure of the wall behind him and Dean in front of him allow him to bring his legs up like Dean had asked. All he could do was grip onto Dean's shoulders as he felt the head of his cock line up at his entrance. Their eyes met. Dean slid right into the slick, stretched hole with little resistance, and Sam let out a shout, eyes slipping shut on a roll, his head banging back into the wall loud enough that, if he didn't know how close he already was to it, Dean would've checked for damage.

When he was all the way in, balls pressed up against Sam's, Dean let out a guttural groan and buried his face in his brother's neck, trying really hard not to give in to the temptation to bite down into it until it bled. He stayed there, just like that for a while, basking in the sensation of being buried inside of the man he loved more than anything. Sam didn't seem to mind. Being filled with Dean's thick, hard cock finally, after what seemed like forever, wasn't something he was ready for being over very quickly.

After a few more moments, however, they were both ready to continue. Dean pulled his head up at met his brother's eyes again, their panting breaths combining together before mouths joined once more.

Dean slowly pulled partly out, pressing firmly back in causing a humming moan against each others lips. He picked up the pace a bit, driving in and out of Sam, their breathing eventually coming so hard that they had to pull their mouths apart in order to get proper oxygen. Their foreheads rested against each other, eyes locked as Dean continued. He felt the pressure of Sam's fingers digging into his shoulders so hard that, if he didn't always bite his nails, he was sure they'd be piercing his skin at this point; maybe even drawing blood.

Sam's body moved against the wall with the force of Dean's thrusts. Up and down. Up and down. Faster; harder. Dean could feel the swell of Sam's cock pressed between their bellies, twitching in time with his brother's increased whimpering.

"Dean...Dean...fuck..." Sam could barely focus on his brother's face anymore.

"Yeah, baby," Dean breathed, picking up the pace even more, the slap of skin hitting skin joining the parade of sounds. "You gonna come for me?" Sam keened, head falling back against the wall again, not taking his eyes off of Dean's. "Gonna come too, Sammy... Come on...come with me, baby...Oh fuck!" he lost all rhythm as his orgasm quickly approached, balls tightening almost painfully as he watched Sam fall apart in front of him. But he held on until Sam was wordlessly screaming, and hot, wet splashes hit his chest and stomach. Then he let go...

The world came back from where it had grayed out from his sight, and Dean remembered them gracelessly falling backward onto the bed, Sam sliding slightly off of him, but limbs still draped lazily over his. They were a mess, and Dean couldn't honestly give two fucks because goddamn that was awesome.

He didn't know how long he laid there staring up at the ceiling, dick still twitching and pulsing as if it was under the impression there was anything left to wring out. But eventually he turned his head to look at Sam...who consequently was already looking at him, eyes wet and unreadable before Sam decidedly tucked his head onto Dean's shoulder. Sam's arms, slung over Dean's middle, hugged a bit more purposefully, keeping him close as though he might leave; as if he had an ounce of strength left to do so. Dean bent the arm that was under Sam's neck, to drape up and settle in his brother's hair, then placed a kiss on top of his head, and closed his eyes.

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When Dean woke up, not having realized he'd fallen asleep in the first place, he realized he'd been cleaned up; clean boxers pulled on, and a sheet casually draped over him. Sam wasn't in bed with him anymore, but he came to the realization that that was because he was at the door talking to someone.

He glanced over in time to see him close it and carry a large paper back over to the table. Sam smiled over at him. "Knew you'd be up once the food got here."

"Food," Dean repeated as if he'd just learned the word, and right in time, his stomach let out a growl Sam could hear from across the room. His smile widened.

"Come eat," he said with a small laugh as he started emptying out the bag onto the table. "They didn't have actual pie. But I got you a few of the fried apple turnovers."

"Chinese food," Dean said as he crawled out of bed, finally, making his way to the chair opposite his brother.

"Very good, class," Sam smirked. "Tomorrow we'll be learning adjectives."

"Shut up, Sam," he grumbled without any heat to it, grabbing a plastic fork and one of the many boxes of low mein. "You know we've got a kitchen full of groceries, right? I could've cooked you something."

"I could've cooked, too," Sam replied, "But I honestly didn't feel like it. I thought this would be easier."

"Right now, yeah probably," he agreed. "I'm starved."

"Burned a lot of energy," Sam grinned as he opened his box of fried veggies.

"But I'll cook tomorrow," he added. "I wanna make you a good breakfast. Even got our own coffee and stuff."

"Sounds great," Sam nodded. They were silent for a while, shoving copious amounts of likely unhealthy combinations of meat and pasta down their throats. After weeks of hospital food, this stuff was pretty amazing. Sam was full before Dean, and he set aside his empty box before leaning back, satisfied, in his chair.

"You want that last egg roll?" Dean asked, gesturing to the one sitting in front of Sam.

"Have at it," Sam pushed it across the table. Then after a moment, "Hey...I've been thinking..."

"Oh crap," Dean set down his fork and opted to wipe his face with a napkin. "That's never a good sign," he said, sarcastically.

"No, seriously, Dean," he continued. "I've been thinking about what the doctor said."

Dean straightened. Oh... "What about it?" he asked, more seriously.

"About the fact that I might...ya know, never be back to a hundred percent."

"You will, Sam," he assured, brows furrowing with certainty.

"But if I don't...you'd really stop hunting? Like...be okay with that?" his face read guilt and regret.

Dean had to put a stop to that, fast. "Of course I would, Sam."

"But it's what you do. It's who you are, Dean. I don't wanna hold you back from that. I can't ask you to give that up..."

"Sam," Dean pulled his chair a little closer and grabbed onto the hand that Sam had been absentmindedly nervously picking at the hole of his jeans with. "I know that when you asked me go with you back then, when you left the life to go off to college, I said no. I know I told you that hunting was who I was, who I am. But Sam...you are part of what I am, too. A huge part, gigantor size aside," he smirked, and Sam just shook his head. "Seriously though, I couldn't go with you. I couldn't leave Dad without someone to have his back. And you only left because you knew he had mine. You left because that was your choice, Sam. But it couldn't be mine; not when it was just because you wanted it to be that way.

"My job, Sam, first and foremost over everything, is watchin' out for you," he stated, though Sam shook his head and looked away, like he didn't need that to be a rule anymore. "And it's always been more than a job or a rule, for me. You've always been the most important thing, Sammy. You've always been number one on my list.

"You left. That was a choice, and it was okay," he said, and Sam looked at him again, feeling a bit guilty. "It should've been okay; should've worked out for you, leaving hunting behind and just being a normal person. But you chose to come back. You chose to hunt again, with me. Without you, Sam, hunting wasn't nearly as fulfilling," he admitted. "Hell, half the time I was killin' monsters, all I could think about was how far away from you we were, and that if something were to happen, we'd be too far away. When you came back...everything made sense again. But it ain't about the hunting, Sam, it's about you. I ain't happy without you. And even after we killed the yellow-eyed demon, that one big thing that was the driving force and end-goal and very reason for us ever hunting in the first place, you still chose to stay with me.

"This? This ain't a choice, Sam. You're not choosing to leave the life. You've been shoved out of it, regardless how temporary...or otherwise, it might be. And if that's what's gonna go down, hell yes I'd leave the life with you. As long as we're together, that's all I need, Sam," he told him. "Doesn't matter where we are or what we're doing. This is all I need; someplace to lay my head at night beside my unlawfully-wedded husband." He smiled at his brother, and Sam's eyes were wet again, like they'd been earlier before he'd passed out without knowing it. "I know," he shrugged, "You love me."

Sam let out a breathy laugh, pushing forward out of his seat to jump Dean in his, latching himself around him in an embrace that almost forced the chair to tip over backwards. Dean could only laugh at how silly it must look to have his moose of a brother somehow contorted on the chair wrapped around him.

He hugged him back, of course, squeezing all the harder as the force of his own words and the absorption of the love conveyed in Sam's eyes as he pulled away to meet his, overwhelmed him. He knew, in that moment, that there was no doubt in the statements he'd told Sam. Not a single iota. This really was all he needed. Nothing else mattered...

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