This is a dedication to me trying and failing to escape the ream of wincest and instead just embracing their emotional and, ahem, physical, dependency. On with the fluff!
It wasn't really romantic, Dean reasoned with himself. He hadn't been with a chick romantically for years and he just didn't have the emotional capacity for that. It was more of a desperate need for Sammy, to be sure that he was safe by his side. They had been through too much to lose him again.
And safe by his side he was. Sammy was curled up on the left side of their queen bed, facing the middle. After hours of totally not-awkward spooning he finally faced Dean, breathing contentedly in his sleep. Dean just watched Sam happily, stroking his hair off his forehead. If you ever asked Dean if he was the cuddling type he would have punched you in the face, but now... now he enjoyed the closeness and security of Sam. He enjoyed the heat his brother radiated like a furnace in the cold winter and he enjoyed seeing the pain leave his brothers features. In fact, he had been happier than ever.
Both of them were happy. This came as a shock one morning when Sam wrapped his body around a sitting Dean and mushed his face into his neck, smiling, and Dean realized just how much less he cared about losing dad and mom and hunting and the whole nine yards - he just had Sam, and that was alright with him.
By day they were just brothers, but by night they were old, experienced lovers. The words "I love you" were never whispered, but rather shown in their actions, a caress of the chest or a nudge of the knee. Dean and Sam were content to gaze at one another fully and know that this is it - this is the height of their life. This is all they could ever ask for - each other.
A/N: Okay, so I know this isn't really much plot-wise but I want to continue this - should it be plot or fluff of some brotherly love? Please leave a review and let me know. :)