Dean sat up gasping, a sheen of sweat covering his naked body as he gasped for air. He looked around before his eyes found the gorgeous boy sleeping soundly beside him like he did every night. Well, Sam couldn't exactly be called a boy anymore. At 23 years old, Sam was a full grown man, and already four inches taller than Dean.

"Mmm, what's wrong De?" he grumbled sitting up and rubbing his eyes to take a good look at his brother, cupping Dean's cheek with his hand. "Dean," he repeated, "Are you okay?" Dean nodded moving to kiss the calloused palm of Sam's right hand.

"I'm fine now, it was just a dream."

The younger Winchester quirked an eyebrow, "What about?"

"Michigan." It was like a code word; Sam knew right away what Dean meant. Michigan, the place where they'd fallen in love, the place where Sam lost his virginity and almost died at the hands of some psycho vampires when he was sixteen. Most importantly, it was the place Dean said "I love you" and made all Sam's wildest fantasies come true. But it was just a distant memory now; after all they'd made so many new memories since then.

Sam smiled bringing their lips together in a soft kiss.

"Ya know, no matter how many bad things happened there, I still love it."

Dean frowned, "Are you serious? You almost died there…"

"But I didn't," Sam corrected, "You came for me."

He shifted to pull Dean on top of him, bringing their lips together.

"And Michigan was the first place we made love," Sam whispered against his brother's lips. Dean couldn't help but smile, even after all these years he could still remember the way his heart pounded when he first laid hands on Sam's soft skin. He gave a sarcastic laugh.

"And since Michigan, we've made love in motel rooms, in the impala, on the impala, in broom closets, storage rooms, your old Stanford dorm, mpgh-" He was silenced by Sam's hot tongue plunging into his mouth, exploring his mouth with a newfound excitement. He traced his fingers down the gentle skin of Sam's back. "I love you," Sam whispered when they'd broken the kiss. Dean chuckled, "I know."

They spent the rest of the night making love, enjoying each other's company, and joking about crappy 80's movies. Maybe they'd never get a stable home or nuclear family, but what they had was enough. All they needed was each other, the impala and an open road.

Alright you guys, that's it. Thank you all so much for the love and support and criticisms too I love you all! Oh and to the guest who was talking about why it would matter that Dean was only 20, hun like I said, I love the criticism good or bad and I took no offense from your comment, you actually made a really legitimate point. I should have made it more clear what I mean. I meant that Dean was definately experienced enough as a hunter, I don't doubt that at all, but as he is only 20 he of course will act out of emotion, like any young person would. Even today's Dean being like 32 now acts out of emotion at time, ya know? Like he reacts before he thinks and that clouds his good judgement. That's what I meant by he's only 20. He was blinded by anger and concern for Sam. But thank you for pointing that out love I should have made it clearer, I'll do my best to write better things in the future. Thank you all for everything, I love you guys so much. All my love,

-Jen