Hey readers, this is only my second time writing a fanfic story and first time writing a Supernatural Dean/Sam story, so sorry if it sucks. (by the way I am terrible speller, so sorry in advance)

Disclaimer: i do not own Supernatural or any of its characters (but I'm sure we were smart enough to figure that out ourselves)

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Sam smiled gently at the sight of Dean breathing softly from under the covers of their shared king sized bed. Two days ago, Dean had driven them to a motel tucked away about thirty minutes drive from a little town which looked like someting out of the Stepford wives handbook.

Sam hoped Dean wasn't getting any ideas, Sam may be gay and Dean may be his lover but there was not a fucking chance in hell Sam was ever going to be a house wife. Sam was bought out of his musings by a snore coming from the bed. He looked over and saw Dean had moved from his position on his side to laying on his back. Well defined muscles rippled under Deans skin as he shifted and revealed more skin from under the thin white covers.

God I love him, Sam thought as he stroked Deans chest gently. Dean was right I'm such a fucking girl sometimes.

Sam was so wrapped up in his thoughts and stroking his fingers up and down the broad chest infront of him, he didn't notice eyelids opening to reveal green eyes and a small smirk spreading across his brothers face.

"Sammy, what are you doing?" Dean tried to sound innocent.

"Um . . . .," God, Dean loved it when Sam blushed.

"You know it still amazes me, no matter how many times we make love, you still blush so god damn easily," Sam smiled at Deans use of "make love" other then "fuck"

"Dean, why are we here?," Sam asked, trying to change the subject.

"Well you see we are here because, our mummy and daddy got really drunk one night and . . . ,"

"Dean fuck dude, I didn't need that image in my head," Sam groaned. "What I meant was, why are we in this town. What are we hunting?,"

"Nothing. I decided we needed a break," Dean muttered as he got up and dug around for his boxers under the bed.

"Why would we need a break? You can't relax unless we're on a hunt," Sam was shocked. Dean loved hunting, it was his life.

"Well I just thought, you're always complaining that we never get to spend any time alone together with all the hunting, so I thought we could take a few weeks off and spend some time together," Dean mumbled, a little embarresed about admiting the real reason for coming to the little town. Telling Sam about his feelings was a new thing and he was still getting used to it.

"Well then, since we're taking this break, there's something I've wanted us to do for a while." Sam looked down at the floor, not wanting to see Dean's reaction to his suggestion.

"Sammy what is it? Is it something to do with sex, because you know I'm "up" for anything," Dean's smirk streched across his face. Sex is really the only thing that made Sam blush.

"No Dean, this isn't about sex. I want us to get a matching tattoo," Sam mumbled under his breath, so quietly Dean had to strain to hear.

Dean was shocked. A tattoo was something Dean had never really thought about for other then protection. But after thinking about it, he realised that if he and Sam got a tattoo, that would mark them as each other's forever. Sam would be his Sammy and would be marked as such, and the proof would be seen every time they made love.

"Dean?," oh god, he's mad.

"Oh sorry Sammy, lost in my thoughts. What sort of tattoo did you have in mind?," Dean hadn't realised how long he had silent.

"You're not mad?,"

Silence followed. along with a raised eyebrow.

"Oh well then I had in mind LOVE, FAITH, STRENGTH, HAPPINESS, FOREVER, written in Latin along with our names,"

"Sounds like a great idea," Dean agreed.

He leaned forward and grabbed Sam into a passionate kiss. Moaning into Dean's mouth, Sam reached around and cupped Dean's ass in his hands, squeezed and pulled Dean roughly into his hip and grinded their cocks together, causing a loud groan from Dean. Sam pushed him down onto the bed, stradleling him. Sam grinding their cocks together.

"Oh fuck Sammy . . . ,"

"Oh I've only just started,"

"God . . . *gasp* I . . . . *moan* love . . . . *holy fuck* . . . . . you

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So there is the first chapter. PLEASE reveiw.