Sam had been away at college for a year now and Dean was pacing the motel room waiting for his brother to walk through the door.
It had been too long, and Dean's lust warm skin and aching heart were counting down the seconds till Sam arrived.
7 o'clock arrived. No Sam.
Five past seven. No Sam.
Ten past seven. Still no Sam.
Dean begins to get anxious and just as the clock hits quarter past seven, Sam opens the motel room door and looks into Dean's increasingly tear filled eyes.
Dean strode over to the door, grabbed his brother by the back of the neck and drew him in to a long passionate kiss. Dean could tell by the urgency in Sam's lips that he hd been feeling the same ache and loneliness Dean had.
"Dean," Sam began "I - "
He wasn't allowed to finish the sentence. Dean's powerful lips were once again crushed against his, and Sam had no intention of stopping them.
And with that, Sam fully gave himself to Dean and allowed himself to be lead to the bed, and knew that, finally , he was home.