*If you need a warning that it's Wincest then here ya go.

*Ownership; Pfft, I wish.

Sam had been researching for ways to save Dean ever since they got back to the motel the night his deal was made.

So tonight, like every other night, Sam was sitting at his computer and Dean was sitting on the bed, eating some greasy food, flipping through channels.

They Joked. Kissed alot. Made love about every other night. Sam even got some chick flick moments out of him.. but Dean wouldn't talk about the deal; not a chance.

Tonight was the night Sam would crack.

'Tell me you care'.

'Care to elaborate there Sammy?'

Dean said not bothering to take his eyes off the TV.

Sam walked over to Dean and grabbed the remote out of his hand, turned off the TV and dropped it back down on the bed.

'The deal, Dean... please don't act like you don't know what I'm talking about okay?'

'...'

'You don't want to talk about it? Fine. You don't want to stop hunting? Fine. But for God sakes Dean, tell me that you give a shit! You act like you… like you don't care about dying.'

Two to three tears dropped across Sam's cheeks and he sat at the edge of the bed, head down.

'I.. Uh.. Yeah, Sam. Yeah, of course I care'.

Dean moved down to Sam and put his hands on his shoulders, lips to the back of his neck.

'Well...'

Sam spoke in a whisper…

'Can you try to show it sometimes? Just one tear every few weeks. Just one 'Sam, I'm scared' every month or so. Gosh Dean, I only get you for 8 more months! I want you to be honest with me, I want-'

'- Okay Sammy.'

Dean kissed the side of his neck.

'I'll try my best'.

Dean kissed his cheek.

'Yeah?'

Sam turned his head.

'Yeah'.

Dean nodded.

'…'

'…'

'I love you so much Dean... and I don't mean to push, I just-'

'- I know Sammy. It's okay. I should talk more. It's just hard showing my scared side to anyone, especially to someone who's already scared enough for the both of us. Someone who I love so much... and am petrified of leaving.

'I'm so sorry..'

Sam sobbed.

'For what?'

'I'm making you feel like you can't show your emotions, or do what you want, when you're.. you're fucking dying Dean!'

Sam stood up, pacing and crying.

'What? Sam… Sam, you're not doing that, okay? I'm just too big an idiot to say anything. My fault. Not yours. I love you and you can cry on my shoulder as much as you need... 'cause you know what I want before I die Sam? You. All you, all the time. Any way, any place... as long as your there I'm good; and with me being too stupid to let everything I need to out it's nice that you can say it all for the both of us.'

'…'

'Everything you've said over the past 4 months Sammy. All your fears, all the things we haven't done, everything you're going to miss... well... to be blunt... Ditto, kid.'

Sam didn't know what to say.

He didn't have to.

Because about 10 seconds after Dean had stopped, they both realized there was nothing left to be said… and it seemed, as if they were reading each other's minds, they knew all they needed to do was be together. There. Now. So Dean grabbed Sam's waist at both sides and Sam cupped Dean's face, for one of the most intense kisses, that would lead to one of the most intense nights, that would lead to thee most beautiful morning.

Dean would talk more; Sam would take a break more.

And when Dean's deal came due, Sam went on to spend the worst 4 months of his life, and Dean, the worst 40 years.

God, when Sam found out about that…

;And they would pick up where they left off, never to make a deal, never to leave each other again.

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