AN: WARNING!!! In case you didn't read the summary there is WINCEST and major SPOILERS through season 3 so I am warning you now, if you don't want to have anything spoiled or you don't like gay incest DO NOT READ! I will not tolerate spoilers for things I have warned you about. This is unbeta'd so any mistakes are my own. I do not own rights to anything involving Supernatural or the fabulous (and SEXY) Jared or Jensen. Other than that, enjoy and please review.

Chapter 1: Love – I Say Goodbye With No Regrets

Dean stretched up and captured his little brother's lips under his own. Sammy couldn't help it, his big brother, his idol, the man he'd looked up to since he was four years old, the one who'd sacrificed everything, even his own life, to protect him, was kissing him. And he yielded. He felt Dean's tongue softly caress his lips and he gasped, granting the probing muscle entrance. Dean grasped the back of his baby brother's head, twisting his fingers in the hair he found there, and tilted his head so he could deepen the kiss. Some where in the back of his mind he knew this was wrong, knew he should pull away and protect his little brother once more, this time from himself and the sick, corrupted things he was feeling, but Sammy's delicious moan shot straight to his core and made doing so impossible. He felt Sam's hands tentatively rest on his sides before his arms wrapped firmly around his waist and pulled their bodies flush up against one another. It was Dean's turn to moan as he felt his Sammy holding him so possessively. The brothers broke apart, panting for breath but not releasing their hold on one another.

Sam rested his forehead against Dean's and tried to catch his breath. Dean started to drop his hands and Sam could feel him shift away just slightly but stopped him by tightening his hold.

"Not that I'm complaining, but what brought this on all of a sudden?" Sammy asked, refusing to release Dean.

"Well, tomorrow's my last day. I guess I just didn't want to go to Hell and spend the rest of Eternity regretting never telling you how much you mean to me." Dean refused to look Sam in the eyes as they shared one of their uncommon "chick-flick" moments. Sammy smiled. He'd never admit it out loud but he loved when Dean would open up. Sure, he could read him better than anyone else, but it made Sam feel good to know he was the only one Dean trusted enough to be completely honest with.

"How long?" Sam asked, searching Dean's face. "How long have you felt like this?" Finally Dean made eye contact.

"Honestly? Since before you left for Stanford." Sam gaped. All those years, together on the road, all those women… Maybe he didn't know Dean as well as he'd thought.

"Don't get me wrong, women are great and all," Dean said with a familiar smirk, correctly guessing Sam's line of thought. "But that was all only physical. I—I love you Sammy." Dean's tone had turned serious and Sammy stared at his older brother, chest tightening at the blatant emotion in Dean's voice.

"Dean…" He started, only to be cut off by an obviously embarrassed Dean.

"Don't Sammy. It's my second to last night on Earth, just let me die with my delusion that you could possibly be as sick and twisted as I am and feel the same."

Sammy couldn't suppress his smile at the typical Dean denial, especially considering he had yet to release his hold on his brother.

"Well Dean, we don't exactly fit the description of 'normal' so is it really so hard to believe I just may feel the same way?" Dean looked at him, disbelief and… hope?... coloring his gaze.

"Don't fuck with me Sammy, not now."

"I'm not. I mean, sure I may not have realized it til now but, well, I always knew I care about you more than most siblings. It all makes sense now though. I love you, Dean." He leaned down and re-initiated the kiss, pouring all the devotion he felt into it. Quickly the kiss turned hungry and their tongues started battling for dominance. Dean started walking, never breaking the embrace until Sammy's knees hit the bed. Slowly they lowered until Sammy was laying on the bed with Dean half on top of him. Finally Dean broke the kiss, instead latching onto Sammy's neck.

Sam sucked in a breath. He'd never imagined he could be this turned on by his own brother. As Dean latched onto his pulse point and started nipping and sucking all thought fled and he gave himself over to the pleasure his guardian angel was offering.

Sam moaned and gasped as Dean continues hitting all the sweet spots on his neck.

"Well damn, Sammy, if I'd have known this would be how you'd respond I would've done this a long time ago." Dean laughed and Sammy blushed. "You're beautiful, Sammy." His blush deepened.

"You're not so bad looking yourself." He said, slightly breathlessly.

"You kidding? I am one sexy beast." Sam rolled his eyes, and with a sudden desire to knock his cocky brother down a peg, he jolted and caught Dean off-guard enough he was able to flip them over. Straddling Dean's hips so their positions couldn't be reversed he reached long fingers down to Dean's sides and prodded in a way that had Dean fighting the laughter and trying to stop Sammy from continuing his tickle attack.

"Not so high-and-mighty now are you, Dean?" Sam smirked and shifted so he could reach better. Unfortunately (fortunately?) this caused his bum to slide along Dean's still semi-hard cock. Dean involuntarily bucked his hips and gasped as the blood started flowing south again. On top of him Sammy hissed as Dean's length pressed against him. Distracted from his goal of humbling his narcissistic brother, Sammy leaned down and devoured his brother's waiting mouth.

His fingers returned to Dean's sides with a new purpose. Instead of tickling Dean he started tugging on his shirt, wanting to get at the skin underneath. Breaking the kiss he practically tore off the offending material. Rather than returning to his brother's eager mouth, Sam latched onto the smooth skin of Dean's chest and started laving it with open mouth kisses, starting at his collar bones and moving south. When he reached Dean's right nipple he circled it lightly with the tip of his tongue causing a shiver to make its way along his brother's spine until it culminated in a moan. Tonguing his way across the smooth chest he did the same to the other nipple. Another shiver, another moan, only this time it was cut off as Sam dragged his tongue flat, right across Dean's now peaked nipple. Finally he closed his mouth over the nub and sucked causing Dean's back to arch off the bed.

"Damn Dean, I had no idea your nipples were this sensitive." Sam said in a low voice.

"Neither did I." Dean confessed, voice harsh with arousal. "Sammy." He moaned, the sound going straight to Sam's already rock hard erection. "Sammy I'm not gonna last much longer." Quickly Sam got off Dean so he could unbutton his big brother's pants and strip them off, unsurprised to find Dean going commando. Climbing back onto the bed he hovered over Dean on his hands and knees. Leaning down he kissed Dean before quickly kissing his way down his chest, pausing only briefly to dip his tongue into Dean's naval before following his dusky pleasure trail down to his brother's rigid cock. Instead of giving his brother the pleasure he wanted, Sam turned his face and buried it in the curls at the base of his cock, breathing heavily and letting the warm air caress his brother's balls. He saw Dean twitch and noticed his hands clenched around the sheets under him and resisted the urge to laugh. Finally he took pity on his brother and wrapped his long fingers tightly around the base before lowering his lips to press lightly against the head of Dean's prick and slip his tongue out to taste the bead of pre-cum that had gathered in the slit.

Slowly he lowered his head down Dean's shaft to take in as much of his beloved brother as he could, working to relax his throat, all the while keeping his hand around the base to stave off his brother's much desired orgasm. When he'd taken in as much as he could he pulled away, hollowing his cheeks and dragging his tongue along the underside as he went. Dean moaned long and loud at the sensation. Sam repeated the motions, this time humming around his mouthful as he got to the bottom causing Dean to lose control and wrap his fingers in Sam's hair and speed up the bobbing of his head. Dean looked down and the sight of his little brother sucking him off was enough to drive him over the edge. Willingly, Sam accepted his brother's load into his mouth and swallowed, sucking every last drop out of Dean.

Still rock hard, and still straddling Dean, Sam opened his jeans and started jerking his own shaft. Staring into Dean's face the entire time he nearly lost it when Dean's hand joined his and together they brought him to completion. Before he could collapse on top of Dean he summoned enough energy to strip off his own clothes and use his shirt to clean his seed off Dean's chest before climbing into bed beside his brother with a contented sigh.

"Love you, Dean." He said, already drifting off to dreamland. Just before he did he heard Dean whisper "Love you, too" and they were both out.