Sam regretted that a weekend wasn't longer than two days.

They had spent practically all of Sunday in bed together, making slow, soft love to each other, only coming out of Sam's room to eat or use the bathroom. Sam knew that it would set him back as far as studying was concerned but Dean was a distraction that he was only too eager to take advantage of. Sam just wished that

It was the last day of spring and the temperature had soared in the last forty eight hours, making Sam sweat. He was sitting in his world history class, halfheartedly taking notes and thinking about Dean's ass. He had stayed with Dean in bed as long as he could have that morning, Dean only regretfully letting him go when Sam told him he had a quiz that morning. Dean did understand that school meant a lot to him, and he truly did want him to succeed – John had never been big on the whole school thing, but Dean had cheered him on all the way from kindergarten to now. Without Dean being there for him, Sam was sure that he wouldn't be where he was now.

Sam let out a deep sigh and sat up in his seat, feeling the cotton of his t-shirt stick to his back and shoulders. The air conditioning in this building hadn't worked since the start of summer session, and it didn't appear that anything was being done to try and fix it. He had told Dean that he'd be in class from ten to three that day, not even getting a break for lunch. It was almost two now, and that last hour was going to be hell, he knew it.

What Dean was doing, he had no idea. Sam had told him to go and see the surrounding area; sitting around in Sam's room all day wasn't going to do him any good. Sam assumed he had gone out and about – there were always bars for him to hustle pool at, after all. Sam stopped paying attention and thought of Dean's ass, the way his body would curve and bend over a pool table, how he had always wanted to eat Dean out while he was bent over to line up a shot. It made his cock swell just thinking about it, shifting in his seat and subtly dragging his palm across his crotch, a short gasp escaping his lips.

He really hoped that Dean was back by the time he got out of class. Sam sighed again and bent down to dig around in his book bag. He quietly unzipped one of the smaller pockets and found what he was looking for. In order to help himself concentrate he had taken to keep candy in his bag, the sugar helping him to focus. That morning he had bought some apple rings, looking forward to their tart/sugary taste. He opened the bag and, pleased to see they hadn't melted, popped one in his mouth, letting it dissolve some before he chewed on it.

That's when he got an idea, one that Dean was sure to love.

. . .

Sam would have been surprised to know that his thoughts on Dean being bent over a pool table were surprisingly accurate.

Dean took another sip of his beer and eyed his opponent, watching carefully as he lined up his shot. The guy was good, really good, one of the better players Dean had come across. Then again, he looked like the sort of person who would be in a bar at two in the afternoon on a Monday; then again, so was Dean. Dean watched him sink three balls, smiling up at Dean when he realized he'd just pulled ahead.

Dean returned the grin with a forced one of his own and focused himself; there was a thousand dollars in it for him if he won. Dean saw the perfect opportunity – if he could sink his two solids he'd beat him. He didn't even hear the balls sink into the pockets, just acknowledging the defeated look on the other guy's face – he hadn't even bothered to learn his name. He just grinned smugly and watched the other man dig out his wallet and hand him a crisp stack of Ben Franklins, Dean raising his beer to him and setting the empty bottle down on the bar on his way out. He had walked to the bar, the distance not even half a mile from Sam's dorm. He pulled out his phone and checked for messages, seeing none at all. He pulled up Sam's name in his contacts and sent him a text:

"Let me know what building you're in and I'll meet you when you get out – miss my baby boy." Dean closed his phone and pulled on the front of his shirt, the humidity already starting to weigh on him.

Not that he wouldn't be sweating more soon enough anyway. He walked for another moment or two when he heard his phone chirp, Sam's reply flashing across the screen at him with directions from Sam's dorm. At the end of the message was "Miss my De." Dean couldn't help but smile – being with Sam again had made the deep depression he'd felt since Sam left lift away, and he knew that even when he left he'd be better, simply because he knew Sam would still love him no matter what.

Dean started walking a little faster, eager to see Sam's face again.

. . .

Sam nearly tripped over himself as soon as his professor dismissed class, packing his things up in a hurry. He didn't have any close friends in this particular class, so he didn't feel quite so bad for leaving in haste.

Dean was sitting in the building's lobby, his pacing back and forth and turned away from Sam. Sam quietly walked up to him and hugged him from behind, feeling Dean stiffen for a split second and then relax back into Sam's arms, not caring in the least who saw them. Dean turned and cupped Sam's face in his hands, kissing him on the lips. Dean pulled back at the tart/sweet taste in Sam's mouth.

"What's that?" Dean licked his lips, trying to identify the taste on them.

Sam reached into the side pocket of his bag and produced the half empty bag of apple rings. "These. Want one?" Sam extended the bag forward, watching Dean take three of them at one time and pop them into his mouth. After a moment, trying to chew and talk at the same time, Dean gave his verdict. "Holy shit Sam – these are actually good. Sam put one in his mouth and bent forward, half of it between his teeth. Dean bit down on the half sticking out from Sam's mouth and pulled away, letting the taste roll around on his tongue.

Dean chewed until he's swallowed and spoke again, noticing the slight hood of Sam's eyes. "Say uh Sammy… you have anything else to do today? Because I was kind of hoping we could go out tonight." Sam shook his head. "Nope. Sean had to cancel our study session – apparently he has a date. Suits me just fine, especially since I have a little surprise for you before we go anywhere." Sam winked, his smile enigmatic. Dean narrowed his eyes at him, wondering what Sam was getting at. "What did you have in mind?" Dean let his fingers slide under Sam's shirt, rubbing the jut of his hipbones.

"Come with me back to my room and I'll show you De. Promise it's worth your while." Sam slipped his tongue into Dean's mouth this time when he kissed him, loving the little shiver of pleasure that Dean gave when he pressed their lips together. Dean pulled back after a moment and said "Lead the way."

. . .

The walk back to Sam's dorm took longer than it should have, especially since Dean was constantly pulling him between buildings to try and lick the sugary taste of candy out of Sam's mouth. Sam even managed to get his hands down the back of Dean's pants once or twice, cupping his ass and trying to press their bodies together more. By the time they got to Sam's door both were walking and trying to conceal their erections, not helped in the least by Dean's fingers tracing up Sam's spine every chance he got. Sam fumbled with the lock on his door and they more or less collapsed into the room, Sam shucking his book bag as Dean pushed him towards the bed and pinned him, this time kissing Sam fervently and grinding his hips down, hearing and feeling the vibration of Sam's voice as he moaned into his mouth.

Dean sat back and peeled his shirt off, tossing the offending garment behind his head. Sam managed to sit up enough to do the same, both of their bodies damp with sweat from both the heat and each other, skin sliding against skin as Dean leaned back down and kissed Sam again, his tongue mapping out every part of Sam's mouth, tracing over his teeth, tongue, gums – everywhere. Sam scooted them backwards more so that he wasn't hanging halfway off, Dean picking his lower half up to allow Sam to move. Sam could feel his erection pressed against Dean's, both of them long hard for each other. He reached down and tried to unclasp Dean's belt, the angle of the action made awkward by the way Dean was half laying, half sitting on him.

Dean complied and sat up, letting Sam undress him, reaching behind himself and taking his boots off. He heard Sam's sneakers drop to the floor with a clunk, allowing Dean to get his jeans off far easier. Sam sat up and kissed Dean as they stripped each other, finally managing to get down to just their underwear. Sam grabbed Dean's biceps and flipped them, holding Dean's arms above his head. Dean smiled and broke the kiss "What, you think you can get me on my back so easy?" Sam just smiled and bit down on Dean's earlobe, feeling Dean arch his back.

"Doesn't take much effort now, does it Dean?" Sam bit down on the skin of Dean's neck right under his ear, making Dean moan. "I don't know what the hell's…. shit do that again…. Gotten into you Sammy but FUCK." Sam had moved down and taken Dean's left nipple into his mouth, the bud hardening immediately. Sam moved so that he could reach down and palm Dean's thick cock through his underwear, Dean's hands moving up to hold Sam in place. Dean could feel himself leak precome, feeling the damp patch on his boxer briefs grow larger, not helped by the way Sam was rubbing him hard, both of them too far gone to care about how loud they were being.

Sam sank his teeth into the flesh of Dean's pec, moving his hand to catch in the waistband of Dean's underwear, his cock exposed to the air around them. Sam curled his hand around Dean, pumping him as his mouth worked on Dean's nipple, made more intense by the stickiness of the candy that Sam had been eating earlier. Dean tossed his head back, and swore, Sam playing him like an instrument. Eventually Sam came back up and kissed Dean on the mouth again, his own arousal seeping through the leg of his boxers, hot and wet against Dean's thigh. Sam pitted his tongue against Dean's, both of them fighting for control of the kiss. Dean felt his resistance go down when Sam reached down further and traced a ring around the rim of Dean's hole with his finger, making Dean arch his back again and break the kiss.

"That's cheating." It came out as a hot whisper, Dean spreading his legs wider and making no effort to stop Sam.

"You like it. Hell you love it." Sam peppered kisses across Dean's neck, each time his lips coming away and tasting like sweat.

"So what if I do?" Dean chewed his bottom lip, Sam slowly taking him apart with each touch.

"So what if it's not exactly what I had in mind." Without warning Sam got up off the bed and went over to his book bag, finding the bag of apple rings. He popped one in his mouth and came over to Dean, taking off his boxers and tugging Dean's off right after, both of them naked except for their socks, which Sam removed as well. He crawled up the bed and loomed over Dean, not coming down but remaining on his hands and knees as he kissed Dean, the ring of soft candy passing back and forth between them until it was completely pliable, just barely held together. Sam pulled back and murmured "Think you can get it around my cock Dean?" Dean looked up at him, the candy sticking of his mouth.

"Challenge accepted Sammy." He grabbed Sam by the shoulders and flipped him onto his back, miles of Sam underneath him – and all for him. He moved down the bed until his mouth was right over Sam's cock, precome beaded at the slit of it. Dean worked the candy ring in his mouth so that it was in between his lips, dipping his head and gently placing it on Sam's cock head.

Dean looked up at Sam as he rolled the ring (which broke in half within a second because Sam was so thick) down his shaft, letting the warmth of his mouth close over Sam very, very slowly. Sam's head sank into his pillows as Dean went down on him, tasting sweat and precome mingle with the sweetness of the candy in his mouth. Sam put his hands on Dean's shoulders, rubbing them as Dean opened his jaw as wide as he could and took Sam further into his mouth. He closed his eyes and began to move his head up and down on Sam's cock, his lips wet with spit and precome, making the slide of his mouth over Sam's length easier and easier. Dean had been sucking Sam's cock for a long time, and Sam had told him on more than one occasion that no one had ever done it better than Dean. Dean let that knowledge motivate him as he swirled his tongue over the thick vein that ran up the underside of Sam's cock, drawing a long release of precome from Sam.

Sam moved the hand he had on Dean's left shoulder and put it on the back of Dean's head, gently pressing down on him. Dean hummed as he felt the pressure, grinding himself against the sheets. Sam was half whispering curses, some in Latin, some in English, as Dean sucked him. Dean smiled because it was him making Sam feel like this – making his Sammy feel good.

Dean sucked him until the candy was but a sticky remnant that ran over the soft flesh of Sam's dick, pulling off of him and licking his way back up to Sam's mouth, letting the stickiness get everywhere, Sam not caring in the least – if anything, it meant he got to shower with Dean later. Sam moaned again as he felt Dean's cock brush against his as Dean settled in between his legs as he kissed him, letting Sam lick the taste of himself out of Dean's mouth and off his lips. Dean rutted against Sam, the friction delicious as he slid against Sam's sweat-damp skin, Sam responding in kind by holding onto the small of Dean's back.

Sam was the first to come – Dean had done a good job of stimulating him, getting him close to the point of release and then letting Sam go, feeling the warm slickness of his come against his stomach as Sam rode out his high between them, his mouth never leaving Dean's as he climaxed. Dean kept rubbing his back, feeling Sam relax against him, sated and happy.

Trouble was, Dean hadn't come yet.

Dean broke the kiss, Sam looking up at him, his face lit up in a contended smile. "Want me take care of you De?"

"Please?" Dean ran a hand through Sam's hair, watching it run through his fingers.

"Get on your back for me – your Sammy's gonna take good care of you." Dean slid off of him and Sam moved down in between his legs, copying Dean's position from earlier. He didn't touch Dean with his hands, just his tongue, licking Dean's cock like a popsicle, dragging his tongue over every inch of the velvet-smooth flesh, his spit mixing with the steady stream of precome pouring from Dean's slit. Dean looked down at Sam, his mouth hanging open as he tried to form words for Sam, trying to describe what he was feeling – nothing came to him except an audible gasp as Sam wrapped his fingers around Dean's shaft, his mouth closing over Dean's swollen cock head. He slowly pumped Dean as he bobbed his head up and down on him, humming around Dean as he blew him.

Dean felt his hips lift, trying to fuck up into Sam's warm, wet mouth. Sam let him, moving with Dean in perfect rhythm – this wasn't the first time he'd blown Dean like this, and he certainly hoped it wouldn't be the last. Sam didn't falter once, keeping up with Dean perfectly, sucking harder and softer in accordance with the grip that Dean has on his hair, guiding Sam in a language that only the two of them knew, a system of touches and caressed that they had perfected quite some time ago.

It wasn't much longer before Dean came, his come swallowed completely by Sam, his back bowed forward as stars exploded behind his eyes, Sam overwhelming his senses. Sam didn't let go until Dean had ridden through the aftershocks of his orgasm, his breathing heavy as Sam released his deflated cock from his mouth and sidled up next to Dean, laying his head over on Dean's shoulder, rubbing Dean's chest and stomach gently as they shared in their mutual bliss, not saying a word, content to listen to each other's breathing.

It was awhile before the comfortable silence was broken. "Still want to go out tonight De?" Sam's eyes were closed and he could feel drowsiness creeping in on him, warm and happy right where he was.

"Nah. Think I'm okay right here Sammy. This okay?"

"Mm. Love you Dean." Sam yawned wide, snuggling a little closer to Dean.

Dean bent his head and kissed Sam on the temple. "Love you too Sammy. Always."

Sam didn't even bother with blankets, already falling fast asleep.

. . .

They didn't go out that night, or the next three nights after that one, Dean wanting Sam to himself and Sam not having the least bit of a problem with that, perfectly happy to study in his suite where Dean could "distract" him every five minutes or so.

However, after three nights of staying in and not having much else to do aside from touch Sam, Sam could tell that Dean was getting restless. Besides, it was Dean's last night here and Sam wanted to make sure they left happy and not mad at each other for being in the other's personal space. Sam didn't have a lot of classes that week so he saw a lot of Dean and he could tell that it was time to go out.

Sam was busy toweling off from his shower after he'd gone for a run with Dean when he made the suggestion. "You said you wanted to go out three days ago and I'm starting to think you've forgotten."

Dean looked up at him from the couch, eying the way that the towel around Sam's waist clung tightly to his hips. ""I don't know Sammy, staying in's been pretty fucking awesome if you ask me." Dean set down the car magazine he'd picked up earlier that day and reached out for the edge of Sam's towel, Sam stepping back out of his reach.

Dean followed Sam to his bedroom, gently shutting the door behind him. "C'mon Dean, go get cleaned up. I've watched you pace a hole in the floor enough. You need beer and a pool cue – and don't say you don't, because I know you a little too well." Sam turned towards the small dresser and dropped the towel to the floor, searching for a pair of clean boxers, feeling the heat of Dean's body behind him. "Making it awfully hard to say no to staying right here Sammy."

Sam felt the warm press of lips against his neck, letting Dean have him for just a moment before turning and putting his hands on Dean's chest and gently pushing him away. "Seriously Dean – I'd like to see my friends and they want to meet you. You've made yourself antisocial around them all week and I have to keep putting them off. The least I can do is show my face for a while to make it up to them." Sam pulled on his underwear and reached for his deodorant, his eyes locked with Dean's as he raised his arms and applied it, waiting for an answer.

Dean gave a resigned slump and let out a sigh. "Fine. But if they get too chummy I'm getting the hell out – you're about the only college boy I can stand." Sam rolled his eyes and turned back away from Dean. "I'm meeting them in twenty minutes at the bar down the road – you have that long to get ready."

Not hearing any room in Sam's voice for argument, Dean picked up his shaving kit and headed for the bathroom, managing to grab Sam's ass on the way out of the door, Sam giving a small yelp of surprise and turning to chase Dean to the bathroom, Dean beating him and slamming the door shut.

"Jerk!" Sam called as he walked back to his bedroom.

"That you love!" Dean sounded awfully content with himself, causing Sam to utter a long-suffering sigh.

Not that he's trade it for anything else in the world.

. . .

The bar was relatively full, Sam's friends sitting in a large booth towards the back. Sam did spare Dean dragging him by the hand over to them, Dean instead opting to rest his hand on the small of Sam's back once they stopped in front of the crowded table. A chorus of greetings went up at them, Sam saying hello before turning to Dean. "Guys, this is my boyfriend Dean. Dean, this is Marian, Sara, Brad, and Sean." Dean eyed each one of them, giving Marian and Sara both a dazzling smile and lessening it when his eyes settled on the two males at the table, especially Sean with the way he kept trying to indiscreetly leer at Sam.

Sam sat down and made room for Dean. "C'mon Dean, have a seat. Plenty of room." Dean looked down at the floor and scratched the back of his head, a nervous gesture he'd picked up a long time ago. "I uh… I'm gonna go get a drink first." Dean walked away slowly, positive that Sam was rolling his eyes at him right now.

Sean waited until Dean was out of earshot before he spoke. "Boyfriend Sam? I don't know, you were awfully keen on sleeping with me not a week ago." The tone of his voice was like acid, and Sam knew right away he was mad at him.

"Yeah well… we made up Sean. It had been awhile since I'd seen him and we're on the same page now." Sam looked over to the bar where Dean was chatting up the bartender, an attractive redhead who Sam knew could resist even Dean Winchester's powerful charm. Sam knew it was all show, so he let himself smile at Dean's antics.

"Seems awfully interested in Linda over there Sam. Might want to go tell him to lay off of her." Sean took a sip of his beer and tried to put his hand in Sam's knee. Sam turned back to him and shoved his hand away. "Sean, stop it. You have no idea what it's like between me and him. We go way, way back." From the moment he carried me out of our burning home, really.

Marian noticed the faraway look in Sam's eyes. "Hey Sam – we got you a drink. Want a sip?" Sam turned to her and smiled, Dean having made a beeline for the pool tables, sizing up two frat boys who looked like Dean could whip in a heartbeat.

"Yeah uh, thanks." Sam normally sipped water or soda since he could legally drink yet (not that he hadn't had alcohol before – he'd had his first beer with Dean on his seventeenth birthday.) He took it, catching a whiff of alcohol in amidst the fizziness of the Coke. "Marian, what's in this?"

Marian discretely pulled out a small flask of whiskey. "Figured you could do with a little surprise since we've hardly seen you all week. Tell us Sam – what's he like in bed?"

Sam took a long sip of his drink, suddenly remembering why he didn't drink whiskey that often. "I'm not gonna share that Marian, c'mon. That's between me and Dean."

Sean's hand found its way back to Sam's knee. "Bet I could do better Sam – probably has a small dick anyway." Sam felt his alcohol-warmed breath on the side of his neck and this time Sam shoved him away, forcing him into the corner of the booth. "I said knock it off Sean. Pull that shit again and I'll break your fucking jaw." Sam put as much menace into his tone as he could without raising his voice.

Sara chimed in after taking a sip of her daiquiri. "Sean, you're being an ass. If Sam doesn't want you to touch him, fucking stop it."

Sean rolled his eyes at her. "Shove it up your ass Sara – we all know Sam wants me. Seriously, I'm a dead ringer for the guy – look at him."

Sam narrowed his eyes at him. "Yeah but you're not Dean and you never will be." Sam all of a sudden felt disgusted with himself for having even entertained the thought to begin with. He definitely wouldn't be rooming with Sean in the future either.

"I'd let you call me Dean if that'd make you spread your legs for me." Sean slid a hand up Sam's thigh towards his crotch and that's when Sam snapped. He got out of the booth and hauled Sean up to his feet, drawing back his right fist and hitting Sean in the jaw as hard as he could. Sean dropped to the floor, howling in pain. "I said don't fucking touch me. Only Dean's allowed to do that and you are not him."

By this time Dean had stopped his game of pool and came over to where Sam was standing over Sean, who was still clutching his jaw and looking up at Sam with venom in his eyes. Sam looked ready to pick him back up just to repeat the action before Dean stopped him. "Hey! Sam, that's enough." Sam lunged towards Sean and Dean pulled him backwards, pushing him away. "I said enough! Christ Sam, what the hell's wrong with you?"

Sam clenched his teeth and headed towards the door, the bar having gone silent as they watched the whole exchange. Dean called out as he followed Sam "Go back to your drinks – ain't nothing to see here." Dean made his way out the door, pushing past people coming in and finding Sam near the edge of the building, one arm crossed across his body and his face buried in one hand, his body shaking in the tell-tale manner of crying.

Dean came up to him and put his hands on Sam's shoulders and turned him around. "Want to tell me what the hell that was all about?"

Sam looked at him and wiped his eyes, taking a deep breath before speaking. "He's my roommate – I picked him because he kind of looked like you and thought maybe…. Maybe if I slept with him some of the hurt from missing you would go away."

"And did you?"

Sam shook his head and bit his lip, trying to hold back a fresh wave of tears. "I couldn't do it Dean. Couldn't do it because I knew you'd hate me for it. Couldn't do it because he wasn't you. I'm…. I'm sorry." Sam put his hand over his mouth to stifle the sobs that were threatening to spill out of his lips.

Dean stepped forward and put his arms around Sam, closing his eyes and whispering in his ear. "Nothing could make me hate you Sam, ever. You're too damned hard to hate – why do you think I love you so much?"

Sam picked his head up and looked at Dean, tears running from his eyes. "Because I'm your sap of a little brother?"

Dean smiled and wiped some of the tears away. "Because you're my Sammy and you always will be, no matter what. You hear that? MY Sammy." Dean pulled Sam's face towards his and kissed him, sliding his hands up so that they cupped Sam's face. He felt Sam's body relax and draw closer to his, Sam's arms encircling him.

They stood there for a long time, Dean pulling them backwards to the dark wall of the building, not letting go of Sam until they were breathless. Dean broke the kiss and said "You wanna get out of here?"

"You're not angry at me?" Sam's voice was hopeful.

"You didn't sleep with him and you decked the smug little shit – why would I be angry?"

Sam laughed for the first time in a good while. "Because that wasn't even the best punch I could have thrown."

"Hey, he'll be swollen enough in the morning – now c'mon. This is the last time I'm gonna see-"

"Don't say it Dean – I know. Let's just remember this." Sam took Dean's hand in his, leading them back towards campus.

Sam knew it was going to be rough saying farewell tomorrow, but he was determined to make it hurt less if it was the last thing he did.

. . .

The walk back to Sam's apartment took them awhile.

Dean didn't let go of Sam's hand the whole way, walking slowly, not leaving his side. Sam's residual anger at Sean slowly slipped away, instead replaced with affection for Dean. Sam wondered silently if Sean was even worth getting upset over.

He wasn't.

Sam was jolted out of his reverie by Dean's voice. "I can hear you thinking Sam."

Sam squeezed Dean's hand a little tighter and dipped his head. "Was I saying stuff out loud?"

"No, but you were being awfully quiet. That generally means you're pissed or thinking and since you aren't kicking the ground with every step…."

"You got me. I'm just…. I don't know, disappointed with myself. Sean's an idiot and he's not worth this much of my attention, especially when you're standing right next to me." Sam stopped them and turned to face Dean. "Just like you always have been." Sam reached up and brushed the side of Dean's face, smiling at him. Dean looked beautiful in the pale moonlight, his eyes dark green in that way they got when he wanted Sam. Sam dipped his head and kissed Dean on the mouth, closing his eyes and slowly easing into the kiss, not a worry in the world.

Dean linked his hands around Sam's waist, pulling him closer. He kissed Sam back with a slow passion that had been building since that morning, his tongue gently probing against Sam's lips. Sam opened his mouth and let Dean in, tasting the faint hint of beer on him. It mixed subtly with everything else that was Dean – the smell of leather, musk, and the cologne that Dean wore whenever he went out – it was everything that reminded Sam of home, safety.

Sam deepened the kiss, not wanting it to end. Dean let him, one hand coming up to slide into the hair on the back of Sam's head. Sam moaned softly as Dean gently tugged at the thick strands, signaling what he wanted from Sam. Sam kissed Dean for another moment or two and whispered "Want you."

"Me too Sammy – c'mon."

Sam was only too glad to follow.

. . .

By the time Sam's dorm was in sight, they were a little breathless.

They took the stairs up to the second floor where Sam's room was, it being closest to the ground since the first floor had no residential spaces on it. Sam practically dragged Dean up the stairs, the hallway leading to where Sam's room was seeming longer than normal. Sam fumbled for his keys, his impatience growing with each passing second because he needed Dean now and a lock was getting in the way of letting him have that. It also didn't help that Dean had figured out that sliding his hands underneath Sam's shirt and dragging his fingers across Sam's skin was a fun thing to do, causing Sam all manner of unnecessary distraction, not that Sam was about to tell him to stop anyway.

Sam finally got the door open and pulled Dean inside, yanking out his keys and closing it shut behind him. They wasted no time in stripping each other, their clothes dropping to the floor in record time. Dean pushed Sam towards the bed, their eyes still locked with each other. Sam felt the backs of his legs connect with the mattress and he fell back on it, Dean coming down on top of him, their naked bodies sliding against each other, two forms made perfectly to fit against the other.

Dean kissed Sam until they were out of breath again, his voice hoarse with desire when he whispered against the shell of Sam's ear "Hands and knees baby boy." Sam gave him another brief, hard kiss and got up, turning so that he was facing the head of his bed and Dean was behind him. Sam licked his lips in anticipation, feeling the warmth of Dean's breath against his most intimate space, offering himself to Dean. There was precisely one person in this world he would ever do this for, and he was in the room with him now.

Dean kissed down Sam's back, every little brush of his lips sending sparks of pleasure down Sam's spine. Sam moaned, his voice pitching higher than before. Dean's mouth settled over Sam's hole, his hands on either side of it and spreading Sam wide. Sam had cleaned himself earlier for this, knowing that this was going to be the last time it happened for well… he didn't know. But Dean was here now, and nothing was going to stop him from enjoying it.

Dean didn't hesitate in the slightest as he began to open Sam up with his tongue, smelling soap and the hint of sweat, nothing unclean about Sam. They had been doing this together long enough to be ready for each other, both getting a great deal of pleasure out of both giving and receiving. Dean licked into Sam slow and deep, the taste of Sam on his tongue a privilege above everything else in his life. Sam dropped to his elbows, his groan of pleasure stifled by putting his face in the mattress. He felt his toes curl in response to Dean's tongue moving in and out of him, his cock hard and flat against his stomach, precome dripping to the bed.

Dean didn't let up for a long time, feeling Sam shake and shudder every time his tongue went in deeper, finding those places that only Dean knew about. By the time Dean stopped Sam was open and wet from spit, saliva running down the back of his thigh where Dean had pleasured him. Dean planted a kiss at the base of Sam's spine and got up, reaching for the lube that hadn't gone back in Sam's drawer since Dean had arrived.

Dean rubbed Sam's back as he lubed himself up, Sam still on his hands and knees. He took the remaining lube on his hand and put it on and around Sam's entrance, Sam giving a slight start as he felt the cold substance against his heated skin. Dean whispered "Easy does it Sammy" and worked it into him, his fingers steady as he made Sam ready for him.

It was to the point where it didn't even hurt anymore when Sam felt Dean enter him, just right and perfect. Dean held onto Sam's hips as he slid in, Sam dipping his head and moaning softly, Dean's thickness filling him and making him feel whole – there was nothing else like it in the world, and they both knew it. It had not once felt dirty, wrong, or bad, just inexplicably correct, as if it were meant to be this way. Sometimes Sam wondered if it was written in heaven that Dean was the only person he would ever love like this, and for all he knew, it was.

And Sam wouldn't have it any other way.

Dean made love (fucking sounded too crude for something as wonderful as this) to Sam for a long time, his hands all over Sam's body, halfway through changing positions and facing each other, Dean's hand around Sam's cock as he thrusted deep into Sam, their lips brushing against each other and eyes open, connected on so many levels that it felt like Dean was staring into Sam's very soul.

They came together, galaxies exploding behind their eyelids as pleasure overwhelmed them like a tsunami, crying out each other's names, Sam's fingernails digging into Dean's back as they rode it out together, their blood thundering in their ears. It took a long time for them to come down, so wrapped up in each other that the pleasure never seemed to end, just dull slightly as Dean finally moved and pulled out of Sam, his cock slick with lube and his own come.

Dean pulled on his boxers and went to wet a washcloth in the sink, coming back and cleaning them up with care, dropping it to the floor when they were both clean and settling in next to Sam, sliding his hand up Sam's chest and feeling his heartbeat slow, taking pleasure in the fact that he had made it quicken in the first place, knowing that he made his Sammy feel good.

Sam's voice was barely a whisper as he drifted off to sleep. "De?"

"Yeah baby boy?"

"Be here when I wake up in the morning?"

Dean smiled and pressed a kiss to Sam's chest. "Wouldn't want to be anywhere else."

Sam was happy as the warmth of sleep closed over him.

. . .

Dean knew it was going to be hard saying good bye to Sam again, but he didn't know it was going to hurt this bad. It was almost noon and they were outside next to the Impala, Dean loading his bag in the trunk and Sam leaning the hood, staring at the ground and trying his hardest to not look like a kicked puppy. John had called earlier that morning with a hunt down near the Mexican border, a string of murders that sounded like they were caused by a chupacabra.

Dean couldn't have cared less.

Dean closed the trunk and came over to stand in front of Sam, feeling tears threatening to spill from his eyes. "We both know that this wasn't going to be easy Sammy." He took Sam's hands in his and ran his thumbs over the tops of his knuckles. Sam nodded and sniffed, his eyes meeting Dean's. "Yeah." Sam felt a tear run down his cheek and closed his eyes, swallowing against the sick feeling in his throat.

Dean wanted nothing more than to stay right here with Sam, never wanting him to feel this hurt again. He knew deep down he couldn't, no more than he could ask Sam to come back with him.

"Sam…. Listen. I know…. I know that the last time we parted it was rough but this time…" Dean's voice cracked as he continued to speak "I don't want you to ever think I don't love you because baby boy, I do. So fucking much." Dean was crying now, his cheeks damp and red. Sam nodded and pulled Dean into a hug, his sobs muffled against Dean's shoulder. Dean held him, just like he always had and always would.

Sam stepped back after a while and wiped his eyes, a sad smile parting his lips. "Take care of yourself Dean."

"Promise I will Sammy. For you."

Sam leaned forward and pressed a gentle kiss to Dean's lips, taking one last drink from the one constant that had always sustained him. "You better get your ass out here more than once in a blue moon."

Dean gave a short huff of laughter. "Every chance I get Sammy, I promise. And…. And I'll wait for you Sam. No one makes me feel like you do, and I mean that."

Sam closed his eyes and nodded again. "Me too Dean. Only ever yours."

Dean clasped him in a tight hug for a moment and then let go, because the longer he stayed the harder it would be to leave. Sam stepped aside and let Dean open the driver's door, already feeling the emptiness returning. He stood on the sidewalk as he watched Dean back out of the space and leave, watching the Impala until it was out of sight.

Sam went back up to his room and sat on the edge of the bed, burying his face in his hands and crying, his body shaking as he cried out all of the tears he had, stopping only when his eyes were swollen and his nose was red from wiping it. He went to the small kitchen and got himself a glass of water, taking it back to his room and laying down, staring up at the ceiling

He heard the crinkle of paper as his head hit his pillow, sitting up and reaching underneath it. It was a folded piece of notebook paper, the words "Open After I Leave" in Dean's handwriting across the front of it. Sam sat up more and unfolded it, his eyes moving as he read it:

"Sammy,

I know that goodbye is going to be hard – it always is, no matter what. But I'm going to talk with Dad about getting a place for me around the college. I didn't realize that ten months without seeing you would tear me up so bad, but it did. I can't live with that pain anymore. It hurts too damn much baby boy, and there's only one thing to stop it – you. So after this next hunt, I'll be seeing a lot more of you Sammy. Bout time I moved out front under Dad's roof anyway.

Don't cry too much Sammy – you look better when you're nose isn't snotty.

De."

Sam could have jumped over the moon, kissing the piece of paper and starting to whistle "On The Sunny Side of The Street."

And Dean held that promise, three weeks later knocking on Sam's door and saying "Mind if I come in?"

No, Sam didn't mind at all.