It was snowing outside, it was December the 19th. Sam thought the snow was romantic, Dean did to, or at least Sam thought he did, he couldn't really know when Dean never answered him, because he was too busy reading Michigan's local paper.
"Why do you read that stuff? Can't you see its snowing outside? Its romantic" Sam said and smiled.
Dean looked up from the paper for two seconds before he started reading again. That stupid paper, God, why couldn't he just sit next to Sam and watch Christmas movies like they used to do in December?
This wasn't his first newspaper. He started reading them when something went really wrong on a hunt not too long ago. He always told Sam that if he from there on out would read the papers, he would have a bigger chance at not missing leads and other stupid things like that.. Sam had tuned out on hunting a long time ago. He was done. He only went a long with it to be close to Dean.. He felt like a soccer mom sometimes..
"This crappy motel has no Christmas spirit what so ever" Sam said. Dean didn't move an inch, not to agree, not to disagree.
Sam went over to the bed where were he was reading. He sat down next to Dean, just stared at him with an empty expression in his eyes, thinking 'Where are you, what did you do to my Dean?'
Dean caught him staring. Sam didn't look away, he stared into his Hazel-Green eyes. They were empty, like someone stole his soul. One month ago they were full of life, love, lust and happiness. Something were missing and Sam couldn't do anything about it. He wanted to help him get the life and love back. All Sam needed was Dean's love again. They hadn't made love for a whole month, 34 days to be exact.
"Why are you staring at me, Sam? Don't you have anything better to do? Like decorating for Christmas or something?"
"Why bother decorating for Christmas when we are leaving the 26th? Plus, this is a motel, it's not like I brought mom's decorations with me.." Sam snarled.
"I don't know" Dean said with his nose buried in the paper.
"Don't you love me anymore, Dean?" Sam pleaded.
"Of course I do" Dean said, still reading the paper.
"Good to know" Sam said sarcastically.
The next morning, Sam woke up early, because he was going to toss away the nasty paper, he was sick of it, it build up a wall between him and Dean's relationship, and he had just about had enough of it. He knew Dean was going to be mad about it, but he care one bit.
When Dean woke up, he went in to the bathroom to take a shower. Sam wanted so badly to just go in there and join him, but he was scared he was going to get mad and kick him out.
Later that day, they got a visit from Bobby, bringing good news, well for Dean anyway.
A new hunt, Sam was not in the mood for a fucking hunt. But when he saw Dean's eyes light up, he knew it was good news for him too, maybe that was the reason for being so pissed and snarky all the time, he just missed a hunt. God, he hoped this hunt would do them good.
"Are you exited Sam? I'm looking forward to this, we never do anything anymore, we just sit in this crappy motel room feeling sorry for ourselves" Dean said.
"Can't wait" Sam said and slammed the car door shut.
A week had past since the hunt, the hunt that made their lives good and exiting again, believe it or not, it took two Poltergeists and one Demon to bring them back together! Dean was still babbling about that demon who was trying to kill them, so proud of himself and Sam for taking it down. Sam could feel the love again.
Sam went over to the couch sat down next to Dean, took his beer and put it on the table in front of them, and started kissing him, they hadn't done that in a long time, Sam had missed it, Dean had missed it too, cause he kissed back. Sam made a little moaning kissing sound. Dean broke the kiss and stared into Sam's eyes.
"I love you Sam"
"I love you too, I really do"
He kissed Sam again, Sam kissed back and put his hand on Dean's chest. He felt Dean's heart beating into his palm, it was beating fast. Sam moved his hand up to his neck and kissed him harder, it was a bruising kiss. Dean put his hand on his little brother's thigh, moving it slowly up towards Sam's crotch. Sam started breathing heavily and with every breath Dean could feel his pants getting tighter and tighter. Sam started kissing Dean's neck. Sam removed his and Dean's shirts and slowly while smiling. "Be gentle, Dean" he said and smiled. "Of course, Sammy, always."
He slowly unbuttoned Dean's jeans. He started kissing his stomach and continued up towards his nipples, licking them tenderly. He felt the taste of Dean, and it was exhilarating. Dean stood up and pulled his pants and his boxers down to his ankles and sat back down.
"Sammy, please..''