For Warnings and Summary, see Master Post


Epilogue

Sam could see Dean’s back shining with sweat, his muscles rippling under his skin as he worked on the car outside. Sam hadn’t even managed to read two pages of the text he was supposed to be studying – the view out the window was too distracting. It was hot; South Dakota was having a record-setting heat wave, and it was easily over a hundred degrees outside. Dean had stripped his shirt off a couple of hours ago and tucked an edge into the back of his pants, letting the black splash of cloth trail down behind him. That was proving to be Sam’s undoing.

Dean stilled once more. It was at least the tenth time today that his gaze strayed down the driveway, every cell in his body waiting. Sam knew what the look was in Dean’s eyes, even though Dean’s face was angled away. Dean had been distracted and moody for days.

Sam threw the book on the table. The newspaper from the previous morning was still sitting there innocently. He knew what he needed to do. He snatched it up and moved decisively out the door.

Once he was through the door, Sam slowed; Dean was still staring off down the driveway and he was suddenly unsure of how to approach his brother. He hadn’t thought Dean was even aware of him until a quiet, “Hey…” in greeting startled Sam when he was only inches away.

This close, Sam could see that Dean’s skin was turning red. He reached out and stroked it gently with his fingertips, drawing out a barely audible hiss of pain from his brother. “You’re turning red,” Sam murmured, bending over his brother’s back and pressing his lips to the warm skin, parting them to let his tongue caress the salty warmth.

He felt Dean tense under his touch, and he pulled back, but left his hand lightly resting there, keeping the connection. “He’s not coming, Dean.”

“You don’t know that,” Dean growled, not shifting his eyes away from the driveway. “He could come driving down the road at any time now. He’s probably just been held up with a hunt gone bad.”

“Yeah, actually, I do know that he isn’t coming,” Sam replied flatly ignoring the second part of what Dean had said. “He’s more than two weeks late. He isn’t going to show.”

Dean slammed his palm against the curved edge of the hood. “Damn it, Sam, you don’t…” Dean sputtered, and then sighed heavily and turned around, leaning against the car. This side of the car was protected from the sun by the shade of the open hood, but it still had to be uncomfortably hot. Sam noted absently that Dean took care to make sure it was his jeans-covered ass that rested against the metal, not his exposed lower back.

Dean was glaring at him, but Sam’s attention was caught by the taut musculature of Dean’s chest. He let the paper drop to the ground and brought his hands up to lightly rest against his brother. He dipped down and flicked his tongue over one of Dean’s nipples, pressed his fingers against Dean’s pectorals and massaged gently.

“Sammy…” Dean breathed out. Sam couldn’t tell if Dean was warning him off or calling for more.

He slid his hands down to Dean’s stomach and dropped to his knees, running his tongue over Dean’s belly button, which was easily visible over the edge of Dean’s low-hipped jeans. He ran his tongue over and around and then inside, swirling it around the edges, and when he dropped his hands down to rest on either side of Dean’s hips, he could feel the jeans becoming tightly stretched.

He let his tongue trail wetly down, following the light path of hair that dusted Dean’s skin, and then mouthed Dean’s dick through the thick cloth. “God,” Dean moaned in pleasure, but it quickly turned to a whine when Sam reached up and popped the top button on his jeans. “Sam, stop,” he gasped out. “We’re too exposed here. Dad… Bobby…”

Sam released Dean, noting with satisfaction the small patches of wetness staining the material from both inside and out. Dean was definitely hard and aching at this point. Served him right for being so beautiful. Sam had been hard most of the afternoon – turnabout was fair play.

Sam looked up, finally meeting Dean’s gaze. “He’s not coming.” When Dean opened his mouth to argue, Sam hastened to add, “It’s better this way, anyway. You and me against the world, just like it’s always been… right?”

“Not always, Sam,” Dean bit back.

Sam couldn’t keep the flash of hurt off his face and he looked away. Dean flushed red. “I’m sorry. That was kind of dick. I… I didn’t really mean that. And that’s not really the point anyway. We’re a family. Families stick together.”

Yeah, like their dad had stuck by them when they were growing up, Sam thought, irritated, but he managed to keep his comment inside. “I don’t wanna fight, Dean,” he said instead. He picked up the paper he’d absent-mindedly dropped to the dirt and held it up. “Let’s get out of here. I found us a hunt. Easy stuff – ghosts down in Louisiana. Dad can always call us if he changes his mind.”

“Not that you aren’t pretty down there, but you wanna get off your knees, Sam? Bobby could come out any minute.”

“Seriously? You’re worried about Bobby? He hasn’t been out of research mode more than a handful of times since we got back, and even when he has made an appearance, I don’t think he’s said more than two words to either of us…”

Truth be told, Sam was worried about the man, but Bobby had waved off all of Sam’s attempts to get him to talk about what had happened, and Sam wasn’t sure what else to do.

Dean squinted towards the house. He looked uneasy… tense and unsure of himself. Dean wasn’t going to be able to let it go.

Sam finally took pity on him. “I’ll get off my knees if you’ll go inside with me – we need to get you out of the sun.” Sam stood and grabbed the front of Dean’s jeans, pulling him forward.

Dean glanced back at the car with a slightly frustrated look, but turned back without too much prompting and let Sam pull him into the house.

He glanced around worriedly when they got inside, probably looking for Bobby, but the house was quiet. Finally relaxing, Dean swung Sam around and pressed him against the wall next to the door. He placed his hands on either side of Sam’s neck and looked him in the eyes. “Hey, you know I don’t… I mean, I’m okay. With us,” Dean said softly, his voice filled with concern. He brushed his lips against Sam’s and added, “I didn’t mean to imply that I wasn’t, out there.”

“I know,” Sam answered simply. And it dawned on him with sudden clarity, he did know. Dean loved him. This thing between them, it wasn’t something Dean was doing out of obligation. He wasn’t sure what had changed, but the nagging doubts he’d had about that since this had all started just… weren’t there anymore, hadn’t been there for days. Like a switch had gotten flipped in his brain and turned it all off, or something.

He pulled Dean in for a deep, exploratory kiss, relishing the taste and texture and smell, luxuriating in Dean, before pulling back enough to whisper a breathless, “I love you.”

Dean smirked at Sam, but his response was sincere, “I know you do, man. Feeling’s pretty mutual.”

“Let’s go upstairs,” Sam suggested. “I can put lotion on your back, and… other places…”

Dean pulled out of Sam’s arms like a shot and was half-way up the stairs before he turned back and asked impatiently, “Dude, you coming, or not?”

“Right behind you,” Sam answered back, hurrying to catch up. I’ll always be right behind you…

~Le Fin

Art by Caelieth
Art by Caelieth


Author's Notes and Thanks: This whole verse started with the simple prompt that John finds out... yeah still trying to get there. There will absolutely be another story in this verse, because if there isn't, my friend might kill me, and I don't want her to go to jail. ;) Anyway, I'm pretty proud of this one, so I hope you enjoyed it.

This verse started as a birthday exchange between [livejournal.com profile] rivestra and me. She's the absolute best friend a girl could ever have. She's my inspiration both inside and outside of fandom. I'm a better person because of her. She's the one that got me writing, she's the one that made this story as good as it is, and her WIP, post-apocalyptic, fuck-or-die, slave!fic, Winchester Synchronicity, is way better than mine - so please check it out and tell her what your think! I promise you won't be disappointed.

[livejournal.com profile] snarkgoddess also deserves massive amounts of love. She held my hand and talked me down from the ledge more than once, and even though she sent me back tons and tons of changes, she managed to do it without ever making me feel like I couldn't do this. She's my biggest cheerleader and my most demanding critic all at the same time. Thank you, darling. You rock.

I'm truly privileged to have made so many good friends through fandom. I met [livejournal.com profile] loolookitty during last year's big bang, and she's become an awesome friend. She read my story when it was still in its infancy, responded to my last minute plea for one more beta, and she cheered me on the entire time in between. I'm so glad I get to claim your friendship, baby!

I'd also like to thank [livejournal.com profile] emerish for reading the story early on and assuring me it would work as a stand-alone, and my good friends, [livejournal.com profile] denyce, [livejournal.com profile] amara_m, [livejournal.com profile] macbyrne, [livejournal.com profile] raggedy_edge and [livejournal.com profile] amothea for always being there to listen to me and cheer me on. I would never write anything if it weren't for my friends in fandom.

Thanks also to [livejournal.com profile] wendy and [livejournal.com profile] thehighwaywoman at [livejournal.com profile] spn_j2_bigbang, they run the best writing challenge in the any fandom.

Finally, I'd like to thank my big bang artist, [livejournal.com profile] caelieth. I was absolutely blown away with the art she created based on my story. The boy's love for each other is palpable in everything she created. I could stare at it all for hours (and I have ;) She totally went above and beyond for me, making not only art, but a soundtrack and a vid as well. I hope I'm lucky enough to work with her again sometime. She's truly generous and amazing. Go shower her with love!

Comments are love - Thanks for reading!


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Happy Birthday, darlin'!!!! You have most of what I have to say immortalized, but I wanted to tell you again how fabulous you are!!! ::smooches::
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