Sam and Dean's souls were soul-mates so this was another take on how to tweak that into a very unique story plot that would fix both of them as they were hurting after Cas went insane at the end of Season 6.

It's a sort of death fic but not really. It's a happily forever kind of fic now.

Warning: Schmoop and Wincest follow, kinda. Some language because face it, Dean is having a rough time at the moment.

You have to read to find out why its only kind of Wincesty. I'm not telling you anything else. Lol!

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Sam wasn't getting better, if anything, he was worse. His seizures were killing him and breaking more nerve endings every time. He was hardly ever lucid anymore and was often lost in his own mind. Cas had done him so wrong, Dean thought now, he had stood by him, trusted him, and he destroyed his brother!

He wished for a way to kill him now. He wished the new God would drop dead from all the damned souls he refused to let go of. He wanted them, he could have them! The cold emotionless dick!

More than anything, more than revenge and more than one more lucid moment for Sammy, more than anything, he just wanted Sammy back, whole and complete, the way he was before jumping into the damn hole. He saved the world and what did he get!

Broken.

Dean cried to the sky and did not pray.

He felt his heart breaking and did not pray.

Heaven could go to Hell as far as he was concerned.

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The sun shown through the window, hitting Sam's eyes, stinging, burning. He sat up and saw he wasn't in his room, he wasn't in Hell, and had time to think, where was he? Before he saw the being sitting in the chair by his bed.

He would know that brown mop of hair and chocolate eyes anywhere. The concerned and worried expression was new though. It was as if the Archangel had lost his usual lust for a laugh.

"Gabriel?" Sam said, looking around the shiny room, the overly bright sunlight through Gossamer curtains. He didn't know this room.

"Sam! You're awake! I was unsure bringing you here would work." Gabriel said motioning to the room's interior, "You like?" He attempted a smile now that his charge was awake.

"Where am I?" Sam asked, confused, not used to being lucid and thinking clearly. He had been really messed up before.

"My head." Gabriel said, smiling softly. "This is the room I created for myself in Heaven, and now it is in my head, a memory. I brought you here to talk." He fixed the blanket around his friend, helping him sit up, the light dimming a little. "Sorry, I forgot humans aren't used to true heavenly light like I am. Sorry, Sam. Is that better?"

"Yes, thanks." Sam looked at the Angel sitting on his bed, watching him, making sure he was thinking clearly.

"I need to tell you something. You won't like it." Gabriel said sadly, "I have to do this. I owe you guys big time, you were my friends." He looked down, sighing. He didn't have many 'friends' least of all ones that would go to the mat for him like the Winchesters had.

"What is it?" Sam asked, Gabriel's face was tragic now. Sam was worried now.

"You die in a few days. I have to wait until your soul unattaches before doing what I mean to do. The connection will not lock in if I don't." Gabriel said, eying his friend will concern. "It isn't exactly forbidden here and well, you two are technically soulmates so I'm not doing anything your souls won't naturally do anyway." He squirmed in his seat now, Sam was clearly coming up with questions now.

"Dean is breaking, isn't he?" Sam asked sadly, he noticed it a few times in his infrequent lucid moments before, Dean breaking and not hiding it well, normal Dean behavior. Self-destructive but yes, Dean's favorite behavior. Next to protecting Sammy, which he couldn't do, which is why he was breaking. Sam realized their lives had always seemed to have been one long snake eating itself then recreating itself then eating itself again. Neverending turmoil. One continuous painful mess.

"Yes, he will not last long when you pass. I have to help him, and you." Gabriel said softly, watching Sam attentively. "He needs you to live, Sam, it's the nature of your connection, so to speak. You're the same way about him really."

Sam realized Gabriel was right; that's what they did, what had driven them to this messed up place they were in now.

"What are you going to do?" Sam said firmly, making up his mind to help Dean, even if it killed him, which ironically enough it was.

"Join you two, a little earlier than usually happens but, oh well." Gabriel smiled at Sam grimace, "It won't hurt, Sam, it will make you both feel better actually." Sam looked more hopeful now, he was glad.

"What do I have to do?" Sam asked, willing do anything for Dean.

"Wait. Like I said, you haven't died yet. I can't do anything until then. Death signed off on this, don't worry, no reapers are coming for you." Gabriel said sitting down again, sipping a milkshake. One appeared before Sam. He took a tentative sip and decided to keep drinking it.

"How long?" Sam pushed, worried about Dean.

"Not long, they are taking you to the hospital now. You will be on a ventilator for a day or two until you pass. You are currently brain-dead. Between the grande mal seizures and the Hell stuff, your mind broke and died last night. Sorry, Sam." Gabriel looked on softly smiling, "I am monitoring it as we speak, Angel mojo, remember?" He flashed a crooked smile at Sam, trying to ease his discomfort.

"Dean must be devastated! Bobby too!" Sam cried but did not get up. Gabriel was right, he should wait.

"They are, I despise seeing this pain in my friends but Cas is monitoring you guys and I can't let him find us yet. He will not like this." Gabriel said sadly, his little brother was gone, leaving behind a monster wearing his face and it hurt to think about.

Gabriel's face suddenly stood rapt in attention then sagged, he began to sob and cry out, NoNONONo!

Sam got up and went to him. He held his friend, his Archangel friend as his heart broke. "What is it? What's wrong? Is it me? Is it the others?" Sam asked urgently, something was really wrong with Gabriel.

"It's Castiel." Gabriel sobbed out, clinging to Sam, "He's dead. Father smote him. The souls are back where they belong. My brother is lost!" He continued to sob for the brother he once was not the new God he had become. One of their frends, Pamela, had once said "The road to Hell is paved with good intentions." And she had been right. Castiel started out with good intentions, but then came Crowley and then Raphael and he was corrupted. He had fought it of course but had lost in the end, no longer even able to recall love or friendship, just power and misplaced pride.

He stood up now, taking Sam's hand, wrapping him in his wings. They suddenly appeared in a field of dandelions and tall grass, a house stood in the middle, ramshackled and wonderful, all at one time. They walked through the field, Sam letting his hands pass along the tips of the grass and dandelions crushing under his feet. He knew this memory and wondered whose it was.

"It's Dean's memory." Gabriel informed him smiling more now. "He is remembering something, something special to him." He liked it here, it was peaceful.

"It's when we first met Bobby. Dad brought us here for a few days when he was hunting Yellow eyes. We played in a creek inside those trees over there, and played with the dogs, there in those little doghouses. It's the first time we felt like we had a real home after our Mom died in the fire." Sam recalled sadly, of course Dean would cling to this one, it was their most precious shared memory after all.

Sure enough, there were the two boys walking up to the porch and a man opened the door, Bobby, so much younger then.

"Does he feel us in here?" Sam had to ask, shouldn't someone feel when you're in their head?

"No, he doesn't. He doesn't know you're not in the body anymore. He is going frantic with grief now. You are almost gone. Wait, the machines are turning off. No machines are breathing for you now." Gabriel grabbed his hand and ran to the boys at top speed, Sam tried to keep up. "Go to him, Sam, the little boy, Dean, show yourself. Make him see you, now."

Sam ran to his brother and tackled him, holding him down as he screamed for help, saying some monster had him, which it probably seemed like. Since this was only a memory, no help was coming anyway.

"It's me, Dean. Sammy, I'm in your head. I just died remember?" He pleaded over and over, reaching out and hoping Dean wasn't too late for this to work. After a bit, and several lengthy narratives that only the real Sam could possible know, Sam saw Dean realized it was him. He got off him and helped him up. The little boy became a man, grown up Dean. Dean looked around puzzled.

"How? Why? Who? How'd you get in here, Sammy?" Dean looked into his face and at his body, finally touching it, checking if he was real.

"I'm real, Dean. Well, I'm my soul actually, not really me, not in my body anymore. That is dead but I'm not, the Me you loved is right here in front of you." Sam said smiling, finally hugging his brother who hugged him back tightly.

"How?" Dean said looking into his brother's face, he looked the same but a little shinier now, peaceful, happier.

"Gabriel, he made a deal with Death. No reaping, just this, here with you." Sam said gently. It felt good seeing Dean again, not breaking, not hurting.

"Gabriel? You're alive?" Dean asked turning to stare at the Archangel who came to stand by him, placing a hand on his shoulder reassuringly.

"Yes, my particles were reformed soon after I died. I was waiting to help you and Sam in Heaven, when Castiel went insane with power." Gabriel looked sad, remembering.

"He killed Sam!" Dean growled, "I'll tear him apart."

"Too late." Gabriel said looking away at a blowing dandelion spore as it floated by. "He is dead. Father smote him earlier today. He put the souls back and locked the door to Purgatory again." He looked like he wanted to cry again and Dean immediately calmed down. Gabriel had loved his brother like he loved Sam. Cas had once been a good Angel, a good friend, and yes, Gabriel's little brother. He felt like a heel now.

"Sorry, Gabriel, I know you loved him." Dean said gently, trying to calm the Archangel, who seemed to calm as he touched him.

"I did." Gabriel said wiping the tears off his face. He turned to them and turned them to face each other. "Press closed into each other. Press everything that connects together, mouths, arms, and fingers, hold tight. Think of what you love most about each other, no bad things, let that love take over. Do it."

"But he's my brother…" Dean said feeling suddenly awkward. Sam pushed himself into Dean anyway, wrapping his arms tightly around him, let his fingers lock together locking them in place, his lips pressed into Dean's, desperate to do this before their time ran out.

"He was your brother… in this lifetime. In others, and in Heaven, he is your mate, your true half, the other half of you. You need to accept this now or all our hard work will be wasted and Sam will be dragged to Hell again. I don't have much time here." Gabriel pleaded, "Connect with him! Do what I say, or you will lose him to Hell forever."

Dean sighed and let his arms creep around Sam's lean body, pulling him so tight he couldn't breathe, and let his lips soften to Sam's. He felt a new sensation, a love he had never known with Sam in that life, he didn't feel like a brother, he felt like…home. He deepened the kiss and gave in. Soon the pair began to glow, getting brighter, fusing, becoming one again, like they always did at the end of every life they lived on Earth, always together, always belonging to each other. Never anyone else.

The light reached its zenith and burst out in waves around them, Gabriel watched as the memory was gone now, and the two men pulled apart, both glowing brightly, both connected completely. Hell could never reach either of them again. They were safe. They were one again. The way they were meant to be.

They turned to face Gabriel, smiling and holding hands, not wanting to come apart right now. The new feeling of Home filling them still. "What now?" Dean asked, calm now, not remembering what he had been angry about before just knowing he had been… vaguely.

"You will wake up and live out your life on Earth, Dean. Sam's soul here will live inside you as well. You two will share the body. It won't burn it up like demon host's do or Angel hosts. It is for all intensive purposes, your two's body. Your connection will protect it, reinforce it." Gabriel explained, smiling now as Dean pulled Sam into his side, holding him closer.

"Sam will be with me in here, inside my body. His soul, his real literal soul will share the body with my own soul?" Dean looked hopeful now, almost relieved. Sam nodded at him, reassuring him it was true, it was really him and he would be inside him now. Dean smiled and pulled Sam into a deep kiss, pouring his love into it, finally happy, finally free. No more Hell memories, no more seizures, just Sammy, not hurting anymore either of them.

"Forever." Gabriel nodded then smiled one last time, "You will hear him, see him, feel him, talk to him, and sometimes let him use you to move around out there in the world, as you of course. It is a bit like a vessel thing but not quite, it expands past that and beyond anything Heaven or Earth has ever seen. You are complete again, your physical body is the world you will live in together, until you pass on, Dean, then you will both return to your Heaven again, to be reborn. Never as brothers, ever again. Something more suited to your true connection to each other."

"Thank you, Gabriel. For everything, for saving Sammy, for saving me, for…well, everything. " Dean said smiling at his friend and Gabriel smiled back. "I am sorry that things with Castiel went so wrong." He let his head drop, he missed the Cas who had been a good friend to them, a wonderful warrior who had helped them through so much. His little smiles, his awkward attempts to be more human for them, his suit and trenchcoat. Gone like so many dandelion spore floating away on the breeze.

"Thanks, I have to go now. I owed you one." Gabriel said preparing to leave, looking at his friends one last time before departing with the sound of feathers fluttering away.

The men stood thinking, and Dean finally spoke, smiling up at Sam. "We should tell Bobby, about this. He really is taking your loss hard, Sam. I can't leave him like that."

"I know. Will he understand? What if he don't understand? What if he doesn't accept me this way?" Sam worried now and Dean kissed him gently, soothing his fears.

"Bobby wouldn't do that. He's always accepted us as is. This is just another 'as is' moment." Dean shrugged and pulled Sam along to a lit doorway and entered it. They were now looking out Dean's eyes and they were looking at Bobby, crying silently as he stared at Sam's empty shell on the bed.

"Bobby." Sam said using Dean's mouth, Dean's eyes now a green blue hazel, Sam's eyes. The eyes are the windows of the soul, they realized, and Dean's eyes would forever reflect which soul was peeking out of his eyes from now on.

"Dean." Bobby turned to look at Dean and jumped back in shock. Dean's eyes were hazel and concerned. They looked like Sam's eyes not dean's eyes. Bobby sat down into his chair again with a thud.

"No, Bobby, it's Sam…and Dean is here too. We need you to listen. Please, please listen. If you don't like it or can't accept it, we'll never bother you again." Sam eyed the doorway, checking for people coming by. "We don't have much time, they will come to take this body away soon and I won't be able to talk in front of them." Dean took Sam's hand and held it, encouraging him to continue. He would watch for them while they talked.

"Is that really you in there, son? Sam?" Bobby stood up and stared into his eyes and his eyes went wide in surprise. "It is, isn't it?" Sam nodded smiling, feeling free and happy again, no longer sick, no longer in Hell. Bobby pulled him into a hug and Sam let him, hugging him back. Bobby cried into their shoulder and they waited until he had calmed. "But how? " He looked worried now.

"Gabriel." Sam said, Dean stepping forward now too. His eyes becoming an odd mixture of Sam's hazel and his green, mixing, showing they were both peeking out now. Bobby flinched a little at the change. Dean spoke for them, "He joined us, our souls, restored our soul-mate connection, made us one flesh so to speak." Dean smiled and Bobby could see Dean in that smile, both of them in those eyes.

Bobby smiled a huge happy grin now and laughed, hugging him tight again. Happiness poured from him now as he looked at them with joy written there on his face. "I don't care if you both have to share, I am just glad to have you back, Sam. I bet Dean is too."

Dean kissed Sam softly and grinned out at Bobby, "Yes, I am. Although we aren't really brothers anymore, you do understand that, right , Bobby? Our connection is more of a mate connection than the way it used to be. I need you to accept this part, it is the truth that fixed us, fixed Sam." He looked nervous now afraid to approach the older man.

Bobby shook his head and sighed, stupid idjits, if nothing else proved they were both in there, this did! He walked up the boy(s) and look in their eyes. "Let me tell you one more time and not ever again. I am always here for you. You are my family. I don't care if you are like this or getting married in Nevada. You belong here, with me. Nothing will ever change that. How many times do I have to prove that?"

"Sorry, Bobby. This is just a new thing and we were afraid you would freak out and hate us, or something." Sam looked away and squirmed under Bobby's hard look. Bobby had to give it to them, that was definitely Sam behavior there, no doubt about it.

"Well, I can't fault ya for being nervous about it. When did you find out about Gabriel's plan?" Bobby had to ask. They looked happier now, sharing Dean's body like that.

"A little while ago, when I passed out just now." Dean admitted, it had only taken seconds to change but it had felt like it had taken so much longer in his head.

"Wow, he works fast." Bobby said eyeing Dean as his eyes bled back to green as Sam pulled back and let him speak. "So do I have to worry about exorcisms getting rid of you or anything like that?"

"No, we have merged out souls into their true soul mate connection. Nothing will drive us out but death itself." Dean said smiling and then Sam whispered to him. He cocked his head to the side and moaned, Sam was whispering things he wanted to do with him and he was tempted. Dean cleared his throat and blushed bright red. "Sorry about that, Sam was telling me something." He looked away embarrassed but looked back quickly smiling happily again.

"Yeah, figured it was something like that." Bobby smirked eying Dean's blushing behavior, "Something naughty apparently. " He almost laughed as Dean nodded smiling softly, his love for the other shining through every inch of that smile.

"Well, there will be time for that later. I'm hungry and I bet you are too." Bobby said as he went to leave and let the others in to remove Sam's shell. "What do I call you now?" He was wondering how this whole thing would work now.

"Sam when he's in charge or looking out. Dean when it's me, the usual." Dean shrugged, and shivered as Sam pressed soft finger tips to his thigh and stroking up to his metaphysical groin, letting his hand hover there. Dean looked down and saw he was semi-hardening and excused himself to go to the bathroom.

"Sam, what are you doing? Can't this wait?" Dean grumbled as his mind self held Sam's hands away from him, calming down his body enough to come out of the bathroom now.

"I was testing a theory. Apparently, we can make love in here as us and I can use parts of your body that you are touching to create the connection there as well." Sam said, threading his fingers into Dean's enjoying his just being there with him.

"I don't understand." Dean said confused.

"Well, put it this way, when you touch yourself down there, I can let mine go into yours sort of like a sheath to a knife or push my metaphysical body forward into yours and when you touch wherever you touch, you will be making love to me. That kind of connection." Sam explained and blushed when he saw what Dean was up to. "Show me, Sammy, let me feel this connection." Dean stroked himself gently and Sam put his body into where he was touching. Dean began to stroke faster, press harder, and pulled on himself more and more, until Sam cried out his raging orgasm in a near scream , repeating Dean's name in Dean's head, eyes closed with the last remnant of the pleasure he had just experienced. Dean eyed his mate with lust filled eyes, taking in his body and pleasure soaked features. He kissed him gently and smiled, not unkindly. "Love you, Sammy, I will do more later, promise." Sam nodded still recovering and waved his lover away, letting his head loll back.

"Dean?" He asked as Dean went to move forward but stopped at the question.

"What,Sammy?" He eyed Sam smiling softly.

"That was amazing, what we just did. It never felt like that before, it was so… intense." Sam gasped, recalling the feelings.

"It really was, and I intend to do that and so much more to you later. But first we have to go feed our body and clean up. I haven't bathed or slept much in three day." Dean said, really hungry now and feeling more than a little grimy.

"Can I wash us?" Sam asked, suddenly inspired and grinned a grin that was pure sex at Dean.

"Oh, yeah. This time, you're the hand and I'm me. I have to see what that feels like." Dean grinned back and meant every word.

"Oh, you will. You definitely will. You do know we can do more things than that in here, right?" Sam asked blushing under Dean's heated look.

"Oh, I'm counting on it as a matter of fact." Dean smirked and turned to leave again.

"Dean?" Sam said firmly, and turned one last time to face Sam.

"Yes?" Dean asked waiting.

"Order a salad with that burger." Sam said firmly, "I don't want to lose our beautiful body. Besides I want to come out and eat too and I don't do French fries." Sam warned and Dean chuckled at his idea of a compromise. "So you'll eat a burger, Sammy." Sam nodded and approached Dean touching his face lovingly. "What's different? I thought for sure you would make me go vegetarian."

"Never Dean, I'll eat the salad and some of the burger and you do the same." Sam said nodding.

"Why?" Dean had to ask again.

"Because it's what you want, and if you want it that bad, I would never deny it to you. I would never deny you anything you really wanted, ever." Sam gave him a goodbye kiss and laid back down on the grass, sunlight highlighting his naked muscular body everywhere it touched which basically meant, well, literally everywhere.

"You ever going to where clothes in here, Sammy, like ever again?" Dean leered at his gorgeous mate, enjoying the view in a possessive, 'All Mine!' kind of way.

"Not in here." Sam purred and smiled, very satisfied with the effect he was having on Dean. "Never again, not here." Dean groaned then grinned, great, Sam was now a nudist and in Dean's head, that was not odd at all but then he realized, no, it really wasn't, it was perfect for them. He made up his mind right then and there to go about the same way when he was in here with Sam, it did feel nice not to worry about clothes and human stuff like that when he was here with Sam. "I'd never deny you anything you wanted, Dean."

"Me either. Tell me what you want and I'll make damn sure you get it." Dean vowed looking down at Sam, making a mental to make love to him on that soft grass later, under the bright sunshine of his memory.

"Just you, Dean. All I really want is you." Sam said, heart showing in his hazel eyes.

"You're so beautiful,Sammy, your soul, it's so beautifully you. All I want is you." Dean said feeling the need to say. Apparently soul-mates do have chick flick moments and don't care who knows. It must have been a brother thing rather that a soul-mates thing.

"And all I'll ever want is you, Dean, always and for all eternity, you." Sam vowed, laying out on the grass for a nap. Dean left and walked out of the bathroom stall, and looked at his watch just to be curious. He had only been in there with Sam for two minutes, not enough to be noticed at all. It felt like it had taken longer but maybe that's the way the whole sharing the noggin and body thing worked.

Dean smiled and went out to Bobby.

"So what are you boys in the mood for? They have some nice restaurants here in town, I'm buying." Bobby saw Dean's gleaming green eyes, knowing it was Dean he was addressing, quickly figuring out the subtle differences that told who was in charge of the body at any given time.

"Single bacon cheeseburger, not double," Dean had to smile at Bobby's shocked face. He had never ordered a singer meat patty anything in his whole life. The next thing made Bobby break out laughing even louder as they approached the Impala. "And a salad, a medium –sized one. My moose lover needs his rabbit food for the day." Bobby walked back to his car, gasping for breath from laughing so hard, and realized why. They were different now, their relationship so different than it used to be, but they were still themselves, their' bickering, teasing, picking on each other' selves. It was not what he was used to but if it let him have both his sons back in one piece, he was all for it.

They headed to the diner and felt happier than they had in months.

Hell was gone and the best part was to come.

The boys were no longer broken.

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Later on that night, as Dean laid his body down onto the bed and laid back, he closed his eyes and went to Sam immediately. Sam stood by a lake naked, getting ready to apparently skinny dip. Dean thought of removing his clothes and joining him. No sooner was it thought than it was reality. He was naked and next to Sammy, pulling him into the water with him, and watching him sputter in surprise and happiness.

"I'm so going to get you for that." Sam promised, pulling Dean to him, kissing down his neck, making him sigh in pleasure. The water let them slide against each and their groins joined in a dance of their own, rubbing into each other until they came with a loud cry of the other person's name. Dean pulled Sam out of the water and over to the grass again. He laid him down on it, face up. Dean kissed up and down every inch of Sam's glorious Soul body, until he had to stop to line up with him and push in, there was no pain in here, no physical pain or burning at all. Just the intensified pleasure of feeling himself inside Sam and feeling Sam's body clench orgasmically onto his thrusting hardness. Both of them moaning, kissing , and sucking every inch of flesh they could reach until Dean took Sam's hard, throbbing member into his hand and tugged and stroked it hard. Sam came with a loud cry, clamping down on Dean as he thrust in hard, pound the prostate until he came after Sam, coming again as he pulled out and the tightening edge caught him and pulled out another orgasm from them both.

Sam however had no intentions of stopping there. He took control of the body and walked them to the shower and started it up. He pulled his Axe body spray from the sink and began to lather the body, making Dean moan a little as he took the time to play with his nipples and on lower. Now Dean was moving the body parts he was in, up into those touches until Sam began to stroke their hard member and until Dean felt like he was being torn apart by the spirally pleasure pouring through him. Dean gave a mighty cry and his orgasm swept through him so intense it took a few minutes of sitting on the tub bottom with the water gently tapping his head to be able to move again to the bed.

Dean dried them off and walked back to the bed, smiling in a most satisfied way, knowing this was not wrong or a sin. Sam wasn't his brother anymore, he was his other half. His lover and his mate. The other Sam had died and left its shell but joined with him and completed the connection their soul-mate status required.

Sam had taken Dean when he was most broken and made him whole again.

They were together now and they were finally healed.

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Please review.

I hope you liked my new take on their lives as soul-mates, besides I feel so bad that Castiel got smited and Gabriel is hurt and hated what Castiel went through.