A/N: this is my first and foremost love story about Sam and Dean Winchester. It isn't about sex, its about the pure emotional and deep bond within them, with a little Wincest :) As always, I don't own the Supernatural show or the actors...but God if I did.. Enjoy :)

"Wither your footsteps are behind me

Or your ghost is on the wall,

You know just where to find me

When the light begins to fall." Loner, Supernatural

Each move was tentative, slow. Painstakingly and beautifully slow. Isn't that how it was supposed to be? After years of being apart, each move was a chess piece that needed to be carefully placed. Each step gingerly beginning to bridge the distance between the two of them.

They were immersed in this; this bond that formed within them. It surrounded their every thought, move, action. This tie-in bound them for life, for after life, for before life.

The supernatural had given them something supernatural, so powerful it trumped everything else.

Even while he was at college, Sam felt his brother. There would be days when he could have sworn that Dean was leaning against the wall, sitting in the room with him; whispering in his ear.

Even as he lay in bed next to Jessica, he could hear his brother's heart beat in his head, and if he tried really hard could feel Dean's presence.

His strong, pure warmth that was everything Dean; everything that beat inside him. Sam had drawn the conclusion one night that he couldn't be without Dean. It was as if his brother was the soul, the core of everything Sam was. He tethered him, kept him together, and even though they were apart; he ground him.

Sam wasn't surprised when Dean had pinned him that night. When the powerful jolt of hazel meeting emerald green, entwined their breath, circled the air; made his heart stop beating for a moment. In that one simple moment, Sam's entire being filled with Love.

This bond thickened between them, each heartbeat became louder than their ears, each brother memorizing everything they saw in the other. Colors, lights, sounds, disappeared. Time stood still, and it was just them.

Broken, pained, angered, magnificently them.

For one second, they were one. Each one whole, each one not needing anything else.

Had the lights not come on, they would have stayed, just simply stayed. Getting lost in each other, in the sweet auras that burnt and blended them together, melded each heart and soul so that's all they could feel.

If Jessica hadn't said Sam's name, perhaps they would have gotten skin to skin, trying to be ever closer than before, trying to become one within one; cause sometimes skin isn't close enough.

By the time Sam had gotten to her; the moments were forgotten; forced into the back of the mind for a time being, each brother in denial over what they felt.

Time doesn't allow denial to run for long, neither does the supernatural.

Each move had to be perfect, each motion the right step….