So again, just another little one-shot. This is what should have happened towards the end of Faith. I'm re-writing it because the freakin' episode messed with my "Keep my boys safe!" mode, cause who the in the Hell tazers a demon while standing in water. Damn you Dean, this is for you...dumb son-of-a-bitch.

Season 1, Faith

So they had done it. They had damned Layla to slow death and destroyed a faux-martyr who had only tried to punish the wicked and reward the good.

Sam gave a last look to the broken pendant on the ground, then watched as the Reaper shimmered away and left Sue Ann's cold body in the dirt where it belonged. He turned away from it all, squeezing his eyes shut in a futile attempt to block it out. He gave a small prayer, then stumbled past the cars and RV's in search of his brother.

Dean leant against the Impala, huffing out a breath. If he didn't know what one felt like, he would swear he was having a heart attack. His breath came in puffs, adrenaline slowly wearing off. Every muscle ached, the guilt of the day nearly killed him. Layla deserved to live so much more than he did, so much more…but Sue Ann hadn't been so wrong, he had a mission. That mission was to follow Dad's orders and look after Sammy, as usual.

Sam staggered to the car, "You okay?"

Dean shook his head, "Hell of a week."

"Yeah" Sam looked his brother over, deciding that he was indeed ok "All right, come on. We should get going."

They slid into the car, cringing as the rain that drizzled down upon their heads. Dean melted into his seat, leaning his head back on rest and closing his eyes. He just felt…exhausted. Why shouldn't he? He almost died twice in one week! Ugh, he hated Indiana. Fuckin' faith healers!

Sam shut his door, sighing. He turned and looked his brother over again, a certain tenderness in his eyes that was reserved for Dean alone. He leant over, wrapping his right arm over the expanse of his brother's chest. Dean hummed, bending his arm and lazily trailing his fingertips up the damp cloth of the taller man's jacket. Sam gave an answering hum, leaning in completely and putting his chin on his shoulder.

The buzz of the rain cut them off from the rest of the world, giving them their time.

"I'm glad your ok" Sam murmured, leaning closer and mouthing his brother's temple softly "I would have done anything…anything to keep you alive. You're not leaving me like that."

"Sammy, promise me something…" Dean cracked his eyes open, watching the rain stream down his Impala's windshield "No matter what…don't do what Sue Ann did for me. Don't do anything, just do what you can."

Sammy's brow creased, "Dean, I wouldn't-"

"Are you hearing me, Sam?" Dean turned to face him, lips brushing and hand tightening on his brother's forearm "Don't fuckin' trap a reaper for me, or I will haunt your ass."

"I thought you were going to die!" Sam pulled away, scowling "If that's what it takes-!"

Dean lashed out and seized a handful of copper curls, pulling him in. Sam grunted as their mouths clashed, all teeth and tongue. It wasn't the neatest nor the best kiss they'd ever shared, but it was theirs nonetheless. Dean licked the protest right out of his little brother's mouth, refusing to pull away even as his head spun.

"Promise" Sam sighed into his brother's mouth, the harsh fingers digging into his hair a bigger turn-on than he would admit. Dean gave a grunt of agreement, tasting down his brother's throat hungrily. He found the pulse there, almost hidden beneath the tan coat that was seemed to always be concealing that lean torso from his greedy gaze.

"Now let's get the hell out of here" Dean pulled away, panting a bit as he curled his fists around the steering wheel "I fuckin' hate this town."

Sam sat back in his own seat, licking the taste of his brother off his lips, "Yeah, ok."

FIN