The apartment was small. That was Dean's first impression. Sam's apartment was a small cramped space that could have put their old motel room's up into the five star range.
Damn, he needed a beer.
He crept to the fridge and quietly got one out. He sipped it and considered what he was doing. Yes, Dad was missing but, no, he was pretty sure Dad had done this on purpose to make him hunt alone. He didn't need Sam's help. He just had to see him.
He wanted Sam.
He missed Sam.
He loved Sam.
Fuck, he needed more than beer right now.
He doesn't hear the stealthy approach of his brother but most definitely does feel it though.
Then he sees him above him, holding him by the throat, eyes wide in surprise.
And Dean forgets to breathe.
He forgets to think.
He forgets to blink.
And he most definitely forgets he not supposed to come on to his brother.
"Easy there, tiger! It's me." Dean says, seductive tone coming out but not meaning to do it.
He flips them so he's on top now, Sam's face is inches from his own, their bodies are touching groin to groin.
Sam notices Dean is hard against his body.
Dean notices Sam is hard against his body.
They stare for what feels like hours but is probably only minutes.
Then they move closer.
Their lips almost touching now.
Bodies rub a little now.
A soft moan escapes Sam's lips.
Dean forgets he shouldn't want to make love to his brother.
Sam forgets they shouldn't make love or even want to.
They kiss now and their bodies rub.
Moans echo off the kitchen walls.
The linoleum is cold on Sam's legs and lower back where his t-shirt has rode up.
Soon his back is cold too. And his ass.
His clothes are gone. When did that happen?
He doesn't care.
Dean is the same way. Magically vanishing clothes.
A common malady between them now.
Fingers touch forbidden places.
Entering those hallowed halls.
Arching bodies reflecting moonlight from the window up above.
Bodies joining at a juncture.
Motion carries them away.
Disjointed cries and broken whispers fill the silences.
Flesh united upon the floor.
It is cold and is not noticed.
Shared releases fill the air.
Words of love pierce the vail.
Happy sighs lull the shadows back once more.
"Dad is missing." Dean says softly.
"Probably." Sam purrs, "He always was."
"Come with me." Dean says, silent, 'I Need You.' goes unspoken.
"He'll be back." Sam says sadly, 'Tell me you love me' goes unspoken.
"It's been a few days." Dean says, 'I love you.' is there in that tone.
"Okay." Sam says softly, 'I love you, too.' is there in his tone.
Silence falls between the men.
Moonlight falls upon their skin, bathing them in Holy light.
'Forever' remains unspoken but is said with gentle kisses.
'Yours' follows every touch.
'Mine' burns in with ever kiss upon their skins.
The floor is cold but neither feels it.
Dean's back on the linoleum, chilly back, warm front.
Bodies bathe in Moonlight again, Holy and Sacred illumination.
Echoed love upon the room, filling every corner, every wall and every place.
"Stay with me." Is spoken, Dean lost in translation.
"Never leave you again." is spoken, Sam translated and understood.
Soft smiles on loving faces.
Fabric repels the Holy light.
Car doors slam and echo through the rolling night.
Roaring engine signals flight.
Key upon the counter mutely reflects the light.
Small cramped apartment.
Suddenly full of room.
No more bulky lonely soul to take up too much space.
Happy bulky soul in smaller front seat.
Happy other soul holding him tight. Less room than before but more there as well.
The black car reflecting street lights, flickering as they pass over it.
Black top shining like blackened gold.
So warm and both men notice.
Both men smile.
They are Home.