All we'll ever need

Chapter one: Angel Of Mine

Disclaimer: I own nothing. Well except Devon, Chris and Jean. Rest belongs to Kripke. Lucky fuck.


Sam didn't know how to explain it, except for the one word that kept popping back into his mind. Bliss, pure unadulterated bliss. He didn't ever remember being this happy, this content in his life before. It had been months since that peaceful day on the beach, months since his life went from hell to heaven. After that day things changed, Dean was more open and honest with him. He worked still, but he strived to come home every night. Devon for the most part was understanding about it, and only kept Dean late if he had no other choice. Castiel hadn't bothered them since…that night. He wouldn't even answer when Dean had called for him, for which Sam was glad. He didn't know if he could stand to be around Castiel. He was an asshole in Sams books, and deserved to die.

Currently Sam was leaning against the kitchen counter, cooking dinner and counting down the minutes before Dean would be home. Sirius was curled up on the couch, staring at the Tv in such a focused way that one might swear the dog was actually watching it. Sam glanced at the clock not for the first time in the past hour, sighing when he saw he still had twenty minutes before Dean was off work. Pausing he pondered when he became so love struck with his brother that he eagerly awaited his return home every night. Impatient for the time to crawl by even a bit faster. He let out a bitter laugh, shaking his head. "How sad am I?" He mused aloud, causing Sirius to look at him from the couch. "Hush. I don't wanna hear it." He mumbled to the dog, who snorted in return and went back to staring at the TV.

Sam glanced back at the meal he was cooking, stirring the sweet potatoes before peeking into the oven to see the sirloin steak that was cooking. He hoped his brother would enjoy the sirloin steak in mushroom gravy, sweet potatoes, salad and apple pie for desert. Sighing he glanced towards the door, drumming his fingers on the counter. Huffing he decided to pass the time by setting the table. Walking towards the cabinet where they kept the plates he pulled out two clear glass plates, forks and knifes, as well as wine glasses and headed towards the table. Placing the plates on the tables he proceeded to set the forks and knives down, as well as glasses. He couldn't help but glance towards the clock and groan. Fifteen minutes before Dean got off work. Were the gods working against him or something?

Sam leaned against the counter, mind drifting slightly as he waited for Dean to come home. He knew the steak would take another ten minutes after that.

***Flashback***

Sam paced the living room, running his hands through his hair as he grumbled to himself. The day had been long and tiring. He'd taken his new - it was a classic but it was new for him - car and went looking for a job. Sadly no place wanted to hire him, frustrating as it was. His mood had only gotten worse when he arrived home in his sleek black 87 Monte Carlo SS. Chris had been leaning against their fence and whistled as he pulled in. Sam hesitated on getting out of the car, dreading having to talk to their neighbor. A deep breath was taken as he opened the car door and slid out, turning the neighbor. "Can I help you?" Sam asked with a raised brow as he brushed past the man…or tried to.

Chris reached out and grabbed his arm, stopping his progress. "Nice ride. You buy it?" Chris asked as his fingers dug into Sams bicep. Sam tried to jerk his arm free but Chris tightened his hold causing Sam to glower at him. "Let. Go." It came out as a growl and Chris smirked. "What, afraid lover is gonna mistake it for something more? I still say I could make you happier then him." Sam scoffed at that and jerked his arm free finally. "I seriously doubt that." He mumbled as he walked through the gate and up to the door. No sooner had he reached it, was he being spun around and pinned against it. Another mouth covered his, and a tongue tried to force his lips apart. Sam growled and shoved the other body away, snarling when he saw it was chris. "I don't know who the hell you think-" Sams words were cut off when Chris crushed their mouths together again. The familiar rumble of the impala pulled up and cut off, the creek of the door as it opened. Sam struggled to get his arms free that Chris had pinned against the door. Suddenly chris was gone and the smack of flesh against flesh echoed through the air. Tears welled up in Sams eyes as Dean appeared before him, wrapping his arms around his brother and rubbing his back.

"Its okay Sam. I got you." Dean whispered as he unlocked the door and opened it, leading Sam inside. "Sam"…."sam"

***end flashback***

"Sam." Sam jerked and glanced around, blinking as he saw his brother leaning against the kitchen door frame. A smirk playing at his lips "Lost in lala land there Samantha?" Dean teased causing Sam to blush. "Shut up." he growled out before moving towards his brother and giving him a chaste kiss. "I was just thinking." "Shocking." Sam shot him a look and Dean chuckled. "What are you cookin babe?" Dean asked, wrapping his arm around Sams waist. Sam smirked down at him "Sirloin steak in mushroom gravy, sweet potatoes, Caesar Salad, Apple pie, and red wine." "Mmm Sounds delicious." Dean replied, pulling Sam down into a brief kiss. "My lil chef." Sam rolled his eyes and extracted himself from Deans arms. However before he moved away he took Deans hand and lead him into the dining room, pushing him down in his chair. "Stay." Sam commanded before walking into the kitchen.

He came out a few moments later with salad and the bottle of wine, setting them down on the table and pouring their glasses of wine, before disappearing into the kitchen once again. Dean couldn't help but chuckle at this, though he felt his mouth drop some when Sam brought out the steak. To think sweet little Sam was eating meat, a shock really. Sam smirked at him then as he set the steak on Deans plate, before putting his own on his plate, both covered in mushroom gravy. Dean knew what the smirk was about and couldn't help but snort, knowing his brother was taunting him. The empty plate was taken back into the kitchen and set in the sink before Sam finally joined his brother at the table. Diner was enjoyed in silence, with the occasional moan from Dean as he bite into the steak, causing Sams mouth to twitch. Shy glances were exchanged between the two, a smile offered by Sam every time he got caught staring.

Dean still marveled at how his brother could trust him after all that had happened to him. How he could even stand to be touched by a man, it baffled him. Of course he knew Sam trusted him with his life, hell he trusted Sam with his life…but he didn't think he'd be able to stand being touched by a man after what happened, if it'd been him. Sam really was stronger then he let on, mentally anyways. Dean set his fork down and simply watched his brother as he sipped his wine and enjoyed his salad and steak. He watched every little thing his brother did, and how Sam blushed when he caught Dean watching him. "What?" Sam asked, confused and bashful. "Nothing." Dean replied and that confused Sam even more, if it was nothing then why was Dean watching him? "De?" Sam pushed gently, hoping to get his brother to confess. "Just baffled at why your with me." Dean replied casually, shrugging. Sam dropped his fork and frowned, brows furrowed. "What do you mean?"

Dean sighed, shaking his head. "I mean…After everything that's happened…how can you even stand to be touched by a man. Let alone be with me, when I failed you so…so much." Dean replied, forcing himself to be honest with Sam. Sam reached out and took Deans hand, squeezing it. "Because I love you." Dean looked away and Sam squeezed his hand. "De look at me." Dean shook his head. "Please." Dean looked up then. "I love you. I've loved you for as long as I can remember, and not always in the 'right' way. Your brave, strong, protective. You give everything you've got and then some, in every single thing you do. You've always been there for me, even when I tried to push you away. You've always protected me, and you have never. Ever. Ever. Failed me." Sam replied, looking into Deans hazel eyes. Dean scoffed then.

"Yes I have. I should have gotten there…before that asshole raped you. I should have stopped it sooner, prevented such pain. I should have told Castiel to go fuck himself instead of agreeing with his fucked up plan. I know you were trying to be brave during it, but it hurt you. I could see it, and I let it happen-" Sam cut him off with a kiss, just a chaste one before he rested his head against Deans. "You did what you were able to do Dean. It would have been…so so much worse. The rape? Yea I wish it never happened, but it made me love you all the more because of how attentive and protective you were. I love you De, and not because your hot as all hell, Adonis. No I love you because you're my De. I feel safe with you, loved, protected and cherished." Dean laughed at the 'hot as hell Adonis' and shook his head. "Okay?" Sam asked, and Dean nodded "Yea, okay."

Sam nodded and leaned back, but didn't release his hand. The rest of dinner was spent in silence, and they decided to move to the living room for the pie. Dean sat at the end of the couch, the plate balanced on the arm of it with Sam tucked up against his side, his free arm draped around Sams waist. Sams plate was balanced on Deans knee as he sighed and stared at the fire place. Why a house in Florida would have one, was beyond him but alas theirs did and they often enjoyed watching the fire burn at night. Sam sighed softly and leaned his head against Deans chest, nuzzling his face against it for a moment. Dean smirked at his brother and tightened his arm, placing a kiss to the top of Sams head.

Sam yawned, nuzzling his face against Deans chest once again before scooting closer, causing Dean to chuckle. "Sleepy babe?" Sam nodded , eyes barely open. "Alright come on." Dean stood up, putting out the fire before he helped Sam up and to their bedroom, stripping him of his shirt and jeans, before pushing him back onto the bed and tucking him in. Dean leaned down to press a kiss to his brothers forehead, brushing the hair from his face. "Night babe." "Night." Sam said, cut off at the end by a yawn. Dean stripped then and slid into bed beside him, tucking his arm around Sam as he curled up against Deans side and rested his head on Deans chest. Dean normally didn't care for displays of affection, but Sam seemed to break down all his walls and make his emotional side show. If Sammy hurt, he hurt. He also wanted to kill whatever was hurting his Sammy. It didn't take long before both boys were drifting off to sleep.


A/N: Aww, basically a bunch of fluff. R&R? Thanks.