Sweat. Blood. Oh God… So much blood. And he didn't even know if it was all his. Knew some of it was. The gaping hole in his side confirmed it. But not all. Some was the victim's. Some the vamps'. And some was Dad's. Thank God they hadn't brought Sammy on this one. Thank God Dad had deemed it too dangerous.

Sammy.

That's right. Had to get back. Back to Sammy. Make sure he was okay. Had to get Dad back too, so Sammy could patch them up. Again. Had to focus. Had to get back.

The ride back was a montage of street signs and stoplights fading in and out of his sepia-tinted vision. Finally, he pulled into the lot right in front of their door. He managed to get Dad to stand enough to get him to the door, then the bed once Sam let them in.

Sam pulled Bitchface #4- the worried, yet resigned bitchface. Dean stumbled to the bathroom to start washing the blood off while Sam stitched up Dad.

He got most of the blood off- at least all of it that wasn't coming out fresh. Dean, now shirtless, stumbled back into the main room, almost making it to the bed that didn't hold his father. But almost didn't cut it, and he soon found himself facedown in the carpet.

His muzzy brain registered his baby brother shaking him and calling his name. "Dean? … Dean! C'mon, man.-

"Dean!"

Dean shot awake at the terrified tone of his brother's voice. He sat up and realized he was sweating, his a-shirt sticking to him. He looked around briefly before realizing he was safe at home in bed.

"You okay? You were kicking pretty badly." Sam came back into sight, his face showing nothing but concern. He helped Dean pull off the shirt when he fumbled with it.

"Yeah, baby boy, I'm fine. I just had a nightmare." Dean lay back down, one arm over his eyes, the other flung out to the side. Sam cuddled up, resting his head on Dean instead of his pillow.

"Was it the crashing plane again?" Sam broke off with a yawn as he nuzzled his face into Dean's chest. Dean wrapped his arm around his lover's shoulders and squeezed, deciding not to worry him.

"Yeah. Hate those things." He threw a shudder in for good measure. "I still don't see why we can't just drive down to see Dad and Bobby on holidays…"

"It takes too long. You know that." Sam tilted his head up, smiling sleepily. "We never know how long they're actually going to be at the house, so we have to go when they tell us. Otherwise, we'd never see them!"

Dean gave in and gently pushed his lips against Sam's. They were soft and warm against his. "I know, baby boy. I just wish I didn't know what we know. Damn demons."

"It'll be okay. And we don't have any trips planned for a while anyway. Get some sleep. We both have to be up in…" Sam leaned up to look at the clock. "Four hours."

Dean chuckled as Sam flopped his shaggy head back down, the long hair tickling his bare chest. He smoothed the stray hairs and kissed his Sammy's head. "Okay. I love you."

"G'night. I love you too."

"C'mon, Dean! You look great! Now get out there before she realizes what a mistake she's making!" Sam stood in the doorway, watching Dean straighten the boutonnière on his tux.

"Shut it, bitch. I need to look perfect tonight. The girl I'm working on isn't gonna go for anything less." Flower straight, he began working on the tie. A few fumbles and one hopeless look later, Sam was across the room, tying the tie effortlessly.

"If she thinks anyone is perfect, she's nuts. No one is." Sam tightened the knot and smiled up. "But if anyone is close, it's a Winchester."

The boys snorted and rolled their eyes. When Sam had yet to remove his hands from the tie, Dean looked down. "Sammy?"

Sam refused to look up- just stared at the tie in his hands. "Good luck tonight. I know you actually like this one. Just… be careful. Don't get attached to someone right before we have to move."

"Funny. That's usually my line."

"M'serious, Dean." Sam looked up. "Please?"

Dean leaned his forehead against Sam's. "I'll be careful, baby boy."

Sam smiled at the nickname and stepped back, satisfied with the answer. Dean pulled on his jacket and buttoned it up, smiling. "Besides, no chick can hold down this man!"

Sam chuckled as Dean stepped out of the small house they've rented for the past three months. He listened as the familiar purr of the Impala pulled away and tried to ignore the pain in his chest.

Dean woke up slowly this time, an ache in his heart he didn't like. A warm arm was draped across his middle, and it tightened at his squirming. Sammy was breathing across the back of his neck, and he managed to give a sleepy kiss to the nape.

"Go back to sleep, De."

Dean followed his command in no time.

Sam was barely awake when Dean came home. The latch opened at around 2 am, and Dean stormed in, face a blank slate, but Sam could read anger in his eyes. And humiliation. Sam was across the room before the door was fully closed.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing, Sam. Go to bed." Dean pushed past him to go upstairs, but Sam has never been one to give up when it involves his big brother. He followed him and sat quietly on the bed while Dean pulled each piece of his tux off before throwing it into a pile in the corner. Too drained to redress, Dean settled on sleeping in his boxers.

"Can we talk now?" Sam asked softly when Dean flopped onto the bed. Dean groaned, rolling away from Sam so he wouldn't see the defeat on his face.

"Sam, I'm really tired. Please just go to bed."

Dean nearly flinched when Sam curled up against his back, soft hairs tickling the space between his shoulder-blades. Warm puffs of air made their way down his back, slowly breaking down Dean's barriers.

"It was a trap." Dean almost wasn't sure he said it out loud until Sam tensed. "Not a supernatural one. Just a vain bitch and her popular friends getting bored with their everyday lives. They decided to have her ask me on a dare, and when I got there, she was wrapped around her supposedly 'ex-'boyfriend."

"Dean-" Sam shifted closer, trying to comfort his big brother without turning this into a 'chick-flick moment.'

"Sammy, I know I shouldn't let it get to me. I know we're leaving in a little bit. Dad called and said to be ready in a few days. It was just that-" At this point, Dean rolled over, putting his face a few inches from Sam's. "I guess it's just the fact that she went out of her way to make me feel like she actually liked me. For fuck's sake, she faked a break-up just to put this into motion!"

"Forget the bitch. You don't need her." 'You've got me.' went unspoken, but it was there. It was always there, just like one brother was always there for the other.

"I know, Sammy. Thanks."

"Welcome, De."

The boys snuggled down into the comforter and slept together that night, neither ready to face tomorrow.

Dean came around to find his Sammy already awake, in more ways than one. The younger Winchester straddled the older, his lips making quick work of Dean's revealed chest and abs. Dean moaned and arched into the touch, loving the way Sammy's warm lips put just the right amount of pressure on his navel.

"S-Sammy~" Dean arched his back as Sam's fingers ghosted down his stomach. Those fingers drifted back and forth before curling under the waistband of his boxers.

"Yes, Big Brother?" Dean could feel Sam smirk against his abs, causing the muscles to ripple in pleasure. "Is there something you'd like to say?"

There were many things he wanted to say. Just nothing he could articulate at the moment. Pretty much the only thing coming out were moans and keens he would deny to the end.

"M-More…" Dean threaded his fingers through Sam's not-so-long hair. He'd been keeping it trimmed to the shorter version since Dean told him he liked it better that way.

"More what?" Sam flicked his fingers lower. "More heat? More pressure? More touching? More tasting?"

Dean writhed as Sam licked, nipped and kissed between every question. "God~… More! More everything!"

"Are you sure?"

"Sammy! Please!" Dean's fingers tightened, pulling Sam's hair with just the right amount of pressure. "Please, Baby Boy. I need- You gotta- Fuck~"

Dean's thought process shut down as, in one movement, Sam yanked down Dean's boxers and swallowed him whole. The moan Dean let loose would make any porn star blush. Dean writhed as Sam used all his skill to lick, hum, and suck his way to an orgasm. A lubed finger pushing to the hilt in his clenched hole was the final straw. Sam swallowed all Dean had to give, and Dean flopped back down to the mattress, a quivering pile of tanned muscle.

Sam's fingers never stopped though. Yes, fingers. Sometime during the mind-blowing climax, one finger had become two, two then becoming three.

Dean felt his arousal pool again, his body only slightly protesting the lack of recovery time. Sam slinked his way back up Dean's body, placing kisses here and there, before matching lips with his brother.

"Sammy, ready." Dean pushed Sam back just enough to talk, then crashed their lips back together. "Please, Sammy. Need you."

"Good. Need you too, De. Always." Sam pulled back and grabbed for the abandoned lube. He let his head fall back a bit as he fucked his hand a couple times. The sight- his Sammy momentarily lost in pleasure, head thrown back, soft moan falling from kiss-reddened lips- nearly had Dean coming for the second time. Instead, he used his strength to his advantage. Before Sam knew what had happened, Dean had wrapped his legs around Sam's waist and reversed their positions.

Sam landed on his back with an 'oomph' and looked up to see Dean smirk before grasping Sam's dick himself. Sam's eyes rolled up into his head but quickly righted themselves when they realized the show they were going to get. Dean positioned his entrance right above Sam and closed his eyes as he pushed the head through the first ring of muscle.

Never one for patience, Dean proceeded to impale himself until Sam was balls deep. Sam's hips snapped up involuntarily, pulling a moan from both participants. Sam's hands flew to Dean's hips, fingers digging in hard enough to bruise. One hard snap of his hips, and Dean threw his head back, mouth a silent 'o' of pleasure. That one little spot was always so easy for Sam to find.

They didn't last long, too wrapped up in each other. Dean bounced faster, and soon both boys were screaming out their release. Sam went to lift Dean off him, but Dean made a small whimper and clung to Sam. Instead he laid down, his head on Sam's chest and Sam's softening length inside him, come slowly leaking down his leg.

"I love you."

Dean's heart fluttered at that. He never got tired of hearing it. "I love you too, Sammy. So much."