EPILOGUE: CALL ME SAMMY

A year and six months later.

"So hold me close, better hang on tight. Buckle up, baby, it's a bumpy ride. We're two kids hitching down the road of life. Our world, our fight!"

Sam made the Impala roar, taking off like a rocket when the light turned green. He was yelling the Bon Jovi song blaring from his iPod at the top of his lungs, throwing surreptitious glances at his brother from time to time to catch him rolling his eyes at him.

"Driver picks the music." The old rules were still in place. They had also added a new one: Whoever drove on the way up, ceded the wheel on the way back.

"Cause you were born to be my baby, and baby, I was made to be your man. We got something to believe in, even if we don't know where we stand. Only God would know the reasons, but I bet he must have had a plan-"

"Turn that crap music off, Sammy," Dean said, right on cue, hiding a smile behind the gruff tone.

He loved seeing Sam like this, making up for the years confined to the passenger seat, the wind in his face as he sped down the two-lane blacktop, laughter punctuating the rhymes he sang off key, loud enough to break the windows ―and Dean's ears―.

This was what he had always wanted, to be able to see Sammy happy, instead of morose and haunted, his tall frame hunched under the weight of the world and of all the demons that were chasing him in his nightmares.

"Shotgun shuts his cock-sucking mouth," Sam replied with a wink.

Dean chortled and cuffed Sam upside the head, further messing the carefully styled locks already tangled by the fast wind. Sam stuck his tongue out at his brother, wiggling the tip in a suggestive way and continued 'singing'.

They had spent the past weekend at Sioux Falls, relaxing and playing cards, while sharing Bobby's burnt turkey with a ton of cranberry sauce, and all the beer they needed to make it go down. It was their first Thanksgiving since they had removed the impending threat of Armageddon. The food had been awful, but they had a lot to be thankful for.

They had spent a harrowing year looking for ways to stop the Devil. Through the highs and lows, angels' machinations and Lucifer's threats, they had drawn strength from each other, and kept a united front while they defeated their numerous enemies.

A final alliance with an old nemesis had helped them put Satan back in the dungeon, while avoiding turning into the vessels of mass destruction they were supposedly born to be. The Archangel Gabriel, who had been hiding on earth disguised as the Trickster God Loki, had refused to kill his brother. Thankfully, the millennia he had spent among mortals, and his healthy appreciation for earthly delights, had made him sympathetic to the plague befalling humans.

He had revealed to the Winchesters that the Horsemen's rings constituted the keys to the cage, and held Lucifer prisoner inside a wall of Holy Fire to give Sam and Dean enough time to open the hole that would drag Nick and his demon down without getting turned into finger paint in the process.

Six months after they had saved the world with the help of a winged runaway, they were coming back from the swanky place Dean had whisked Sam off to for a special occasion. Toward the end of their meal, he had handed Sam the deed to the house they had been occupying for a month and a half.

Dean had been working on the surprise for a while. When he had first gone to Bobby for assistance, the retired hunter had informed him that he already had a couple of houses in mind for them. After the war, Bobby had been put in charge of managing the assets of the fallen hunters who had no will and no family to pass on their properties to.

Dean had visited the three homes and chosen the one he knew Sam would like best. He had dragged his little brother there from their crappy motel room, in the middle of the night, pretending a friend of Bobby's was lending it to them for a few months.

Once he and Bobby had falsified all the necessary documents, Dean had made reservations at a nice place Sam had mentioned once, and taken him there to unveil the surprise. Sam's joyful response had made all the sneaking around and shady alibis Dean had used while he was plotting behind his brother' back worth it.

"Can't believe it's ours," Sam said when he parked the car in front of the two-story, three-bedroom house, his eyes sparkling as he looked at it as if he was seeing it for the first time.

Dean followed his brother inside, his grin getting wider when he saw how Sam was planning on showing his appreciation. The only thing more beautiful than Sam in a suit was Sam without anything on, and Dean stared, hypnotized while his brother tossed his suit jacket onto the table near the stair case, toed off his shoes, took off his socks, then unknotted his tie, letting it slip to the floor before unbuttoning his shirt and unhooking his belt, slow and deliberate. He watched every move, his eyes darkening with lust when the pants dropped to the ankles, followed by the last piece of clothing.

Sam tugged playfully at Dean's tie before walking away to make his way up the stairs. He glanced over his shoulder with a little smirk and turned away again.

Dean bit his lips, starving all over again. The way Sam switched from blushing virgin to seducer and back again, drove him crazy. His eyes slid down the muscular back and rested on the small letter tattooed above Sam's butt. He raced up the stairs and wrapped his arms around his brother's thighs, preventing Sam from going any further.

"Where do you think you're going?" Dean asked.

The little tease shrugged, looking like he had no idea what Dean was getting so worked up about. "Upstairs," Sam answered with a charming pout.

"Uh, uh, baby boy."

Dean followed the lines of the capital "D" artistically drawn over the small of Sam's back with his tongue. He had once told Sam how much he liked that spot on his body, and Sam had Dean's initial tattooed there three months ago as a gift to him.

Dean loved it. He looked down at it when he made love to Sam from behind, and touched it constantly, without even realizing it, through his brother's clothes. Sam always got the same shy, pleased smile when he did, and Dean knew it reminded Sam of the time Dean guided him around with his hand pressed there, a short moment in time when Sam wore a slave collar around his neck for the world to see. Dean had given it back to Sam to do with what he wanted, and Sam had kept it, wearing it once in a while to surprise Dean, and when he was in the mood to be handled a little roughly.

Dean moved his lips over the inked skin. He was getting a similar tattoo done for Sam's birthday. He would place the "S" on one of his brother's favorite spot, his shoulder. Either the one Sam rested his head on when he was tired, or the other, the one he sank his teeth into when he was about to come.

Sam arched his back under the soft caress and Dean made him turn around, pushing Sam down until he was sitting, leaning back against the steps. He caught Sam's mouth in a kiss and felt the long fingers gently undo his tie and open his shirt.

"I love you," Sam said when Dean left his lips to nibble on his throat, rubbing his crotch against the soft fabric of the black dress pants, aroused by the fact that he was completely naked and Dean wasn't, yet.

"Dean," he moaned when he felt his brother's bulge ground into him.

"What do you want, Angel?" Dean answered.

He wanted to give Sam everything. A home, a safe life, unconditional love, and all the kinky sex you could want were a nice start, but if Sam wanted a piece of the moon, or front row tickets to the next Bon Jovi concert, Dean would get them for him if Sam asked nicely enough.

Sam smiled. Angel. He liked that nickname, almost as much as the other one. Heat rushed to his cheeks when he thought of the sinful things Dean was always doing to him when he was calling him that. He pulled his brother closer and whispered, "Call me Sammy" in his ear, before planting a wet kiss on his neck, his eyes lighting up with the pure, juvenile joy of a man who no longer had to worry about demons jumping his bones, or pushing him into the bowels of Hell ever again.

Dean complied with a chuckle. Their relationship had been painful, chaotic, complicated, so powerful and threatening, they had to defend it from demons and angels who repeatedly tried to tear them apart; but when they were like this, two kids playing naughty games in a world that had regained its balance, it was as simple as Dean, the big brother who would steal the neighbor's Christmas tree and every last star from the sky for the little one he cherished, and Sammy, the little one who cried bitter tears and would offer all his toys when the big brother he idolized was disappointed in him, and stopped calling him by that sweet name he swore he hated.

"So," Sam asked seductively, after Dean had repeated it enough times, "are you gonna fuck me right here or take me upstairs?"

"I'm thinking both. Let's start with the stairs."

"Really?" Sam asked. "Cause I got a surprise for you, but it's in the room."

"Yeah? Can't wait to see it."

Sam looked down and fiddled with his brother's amulet, suddenly wondering if it was a good idea. What if it was too early? A silver ring to replace the one Dean had lost during the last year, but which meant something completely different than the previous one.

"I hope you'll like it," he said, unable to hide the uncertainty in his voice. He was pretty sure Dean would be fine with the concept. It was the whole, old-fashion, getting down on one knee with a ring in a box thing he wasn't too sure about. Hey, at least he was naked. Dean never said no to him when he was naked…

Dean leaned down to give Sam another kiss. He let his tongue wind around Sam's for a while and gently nibbled on the soft bottom lip as he pulled away. He smiled at his brother, wondering how Sam could be worried about anything when he could make Dean putty in his hands with a single glance. "You know I love you," he said. "And I'm sure I'm gonna like it."

Sam nodded, feeling more confident. He grabbed Dean's wrist and pulled him toward their room. Dean gladly followed, his eyes locked on the single letter that was moving to the rhythm of his brother's steps.

Upstairs, he turned off the light in the hallway, grinning at the thought of the ring he had been hiding at the bottom of his drawer for a week, waiting for this day to give it to Sam.

"Besides, I got one for you, too," he said as he was closing the door behind them.

"Why don't we exchange them at the same time?" Sam suggested.

"Sure," Dean agreed with a covert smile.

He couldn't wait to see the expression on his baby brother's face when he popped the question. He let out a quiet laugh, very happy with himself.

There was no way Sammy could match his second surprise, he would bet the house on it…

La Fin