Forbidden

"So take me away, I don't mind
But you better promise me, I'll be back in time
Gotta get back in time
Gotta get back in time
Get me back in time"

Back in time. It may be one of the greatest songs Sam Winchester would ever hear. That song, that god awful song, would mean he had his Dean back. That song, that annoying stupid song, would forever stay in Sam's mind as his saving grace.

"How many Tuesday's did you have?"

"Enough."

Seeing Dean, his big brother, alive. Seeing him breathing. Complaining. Brushing his teeth. The most beautiful thing he's ever seen. Wrapping his arms around him, feeling his brother, his Dean. Alive. It was real. He was real. He was given another chance. Fuck the trickster. He needs Dean. He won't lose him.

Sam pulls Dead back, staring him in the eyes. Dean cups his cheek and looks into his baby brothers eyes.

"Sammy, are you okay?"

Sam doesn't answer. Just leans into Dean's hand. Feeling the heat. The weight. No more wasted time. He would cherish every moment. No more. No more wasting it. Need to remember everything.

Sam fisted his hands into Dean's shirt and quickly pulled him forward, mouth's mashing together. Dean's gasp of shock is how Sam's tongue gained access to Dean's mouth. A hot, moist, slightly minty tasting cavern. Perfect.

Either he's hit his head, or I'm dreaming, thought Dean. Is there really another explanation for his baby brother ravaging his mouth? Wait, he was still kissing Sam. He hadn't stopped him. They needed to stop. This is wrong. Forbidden. Disgusting. Perfect. Wait, no. Not perfect. Can't be. Not his brother. His Sammy. Oh god he needs to stop.

Dean pushed his brother away, trying to make Sam let go of his shirt.

Never, never, never, never, never, never, never, never. Can't let go. I know it's wrong. I don't care. I deserve this. I need my Dean. Completely. Nothing is going to take that from me.

Dean looks up at his Sammy. Wide, dark eyes. Bruised, glistening lips. Hair plastered to his forehead. Creased lines. Worried. Can't help but look at him with complete love. Always loved Sammy. I've been dying to feel this. Want so bad. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. Yes.

Tongue's twine together. Desperate hands mapping out, memorizing. Every muscle, tendon, line, bone, scar. Never forget. The stretch, the burn, the pleasure, the spot he keeps hitting. Over and over. Screaming in bliss. Begging for more. Harder. Faster. Deeper. Laughing. Crying. Loving. Yelling. Coming.

It was wrong. It was forbidden. Disgusting.

Perfect.

Never forget. Never let go. He'll find a away. Can't leave his brother. Not after. Not before. Never. Find a way.

Wrapped up in muscular arms. Brother's arms.

No regrets. Only love.