When it happens, when Sam sees that look in Dean's eyes, the raw lust that Sam thought would never be directed at him, Sam expects...well Dean.

Dean is rough, he's manly, harsh, controlling. All power and action, brutal even.

But not now. Now Dean is kissing him slowly, brushing his lips up and down Sam's torso, grazing his jaw, and caressing Sam.

And all Sam can do is whimper beneath his touch when Dean finally presses his hand between his thighs, fingers lubed and pressing in, so deep and filling Sam, loving him.

Hitching moans and sighs, Sam can't tell if they're from Dean, or coming from him.

"Gonna fill you up Sammy, make you mine." And with that Dean presses the blunt head of his cock against Sam's hole, slowly entering, and it's driving Sam wild.

Slow paced thrusts, and more weighed kisses down Sam's jaw, Dean wraps himself around Sam, chest to back, soul to soul, and finds that spot inside Sam.

Dean's hand glides down the front of Sam's chest, teasing his nipples into buds before grasping his cock, and begins rocking at a deliberate pace, over and over, its driving Sam crazy how gentle Dean is being with him, and Sam closes his eyes and loses himself in the sensation, drinking it in and savoring it.

Dean leans in to Sam's ear, and kisses his jaw, then murmers a quick "I love you" before he empties into Sam, and that pushes Sam completely over the edge, spurting over Dean's hand, and gasping for breath as Dean removes himself, and draws Sam to his chest, guarding him.

It brings tears to Sam's eyes, he knows his brother, and he knows why Dean was so careful with him.

He means more to Dean than some no name waitress in a diner they'll never see again, and that feels so good, it aches to the core of his damaged soul.

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