Breathing in a deep lungful of air, Dean attempted to catch his breath. Spring break was always filled with physical activities for the Winchester boys; Spring break was also always filled with competition and endurance testing. Deciding to race his fourteen-year-old brother across the lake had seemed like a good idea, until Sam began to push ahead. In response to Sam's new muscles, stronger, faster, older Dean had pushed himself to his limits. Each in take of air burned his throat, scorching its way down to his lungs. Still, Dean savored the victory, after all Sammy was still in the water. Several minutes passed before Dean began to vaguely wonder where his little brother was, then another couple where Dean assumed the boy had decided to float the rest of the way. At ten minutes Dean felt every second as though it was an hour.
Finally he pulled himself from the ground, squinting in the bright light of the gleaming sun. A shape was lying in the water, just close enough for Dean to recognize the bright red of Sam's swimming shorts. All at once worry and fear filled Dean, his legs moving without command. Swimming as fast as his body would allow, Dean once again pushed his limits. As he came with in arms reach of the body, Dean threw out an arm and touched cold flesh.
"God no Sammy, come on wake up," Dean said as he turned the body over, Sam's eyes closed and his breathing shallow.
If Dean had pushed his limits swimming to Sam, he broke them pulling Sam to shore. Dean began CPR the way his father had shown him, pumping Sam's chest and then filling the boys lungs with air. After several tries Dean began to cry, plump tears cascading down tan flesh. Dean had never felt his heart truly break, but as he stared at Sam's lifeless form he felt it not only crack but shatter. A part of Dean was dying right along with his brother, giving up all hope he let his head fall onto his brother's chest. Dean had only wanted to spend his spring break with his brother, he wanted to soak in the sun and enjoy the freedom from school. Instead he felt like he dying from the pain in his chest, tears still falling freely.
"I so got you!" Sam screamed before launching into a fit of giggles. "You cried! I'm never letting you live this down Dean! You actually cried!"
Dean stared at Sam a moment before pulling his head from the boy's chest, fury and relief filling his eyes. Everything happened to fast and all around too slow, Dean leaned in and pressed his lips to Sam's. Originally he had intended it to be one of those brotherly kisses aimed for a cheek but Sam had turned suddenly and caused Dean's lips to crash against his. Dean breathed in sharply through his nose, his eyes wide open and staring into the hazel waves of his little brother's eyes. Slowly Sam's eyes closed, lips pressing back into Dean's. It lasted only a moment but things had shifted from playful to serious. It was the kind of moment that would define their spring break.
Dean pulled back first, his eyes wide and alert. Guilt lined his features as a blush crept across his freckled cheeks. "Sam I am so sorry, I meant to kiss your cheek but you moved. You really scared me, don't you ever do that again or I'll kill you."
"Dean, you cried like a baby, I doubt you could kill me. Besides you just kissed me, that really doesn't seem like something you do with someone you want to kill."
"I didn't mean to kiss you, Sammy"
"But you did," Sam said with joking wiggle of his eye brows, laughing for a moment before leaning up to Dean's ear and whispering "My first kiss."