Day 1: First Kiss
Dean had meant this little surprise as something of a Christmas present for Sam, but it was also (a bit selfishly) a present for himself. It had been more three months since Sammy had started his first semester of college and Dean missed him, a lot. Not being able to see his little brother everyday was slowly killing him and so, after giving dad a bullshit story about some hunt he'd heard about in Arkansas, he took off for the long trip to Stanford.
Pulling up to the dorms early Christmas morning, Dean He was almost surprised to see how utterly deserted the campus was until he remembered all the other kids were probably home with their families over the break. His heart clenched painfully when he realized Sam was basically there alone. Shaking his head and clearing his throat, Dean climbed the stairs in the dorm hall he knew Sam was staying in, his pulse picking up speed with each flight he ascended. He couldn't really explain why he suddenly felt so excited. It was just his brother. But it wasn't just his brother. It was Sammy, his Sammy, his whole goddamn world. He hadn't been able to stop thinking about him every waking moment, and in his dreams, and in every moment in between; and those thoughts were not always the most innocent of scenarios. He wanted Sammy, needed him, in every way imaginable. And that was exactly, precisely, the reason he was so excited.
Knocking twice, Dean swallowed thickly, thinking of all the things he was going to say when Sam opened the door. But then Sammy was suddenly standing there, his shaggy hair mussed, his cheeks pink from sleep, his beautiful eyes wide with surprise. Dean couldn't think of a word to say, all he could think of was how damn much he wanted to kiss him.
And so he did – Dean kissed Sammy for the very first time that Christmas morning long and slow, taking as much as he could and giving back more and felt overjoyed and complete and utterly whole when he felt Sam kiss him back just as hard.