Chapter 1
My Love
The night whistled and screamed eerily as the black muscle car sped down the road. The grey abandoned warehouses dotted the street with their dark treachurous features, there had to be at least five of these buildings
But sinse the brothers only used the abandoned buildings if there wasn't a motel to be found for miles to come. Fortunetaly their was a town about ten miles east, that wasn't as far gone as this one.
Sam had just took a trip to the store and now couldn't stand the wait to get back to the motel they were staying at. For it was where his true love was guaranteed to be waiting for his presence.
He had only been gone an hour and already missed those dazzeling jade wonders, and long thick eyelashes he loved to kiss so.
Sam sighed happily in content. He knew he didn't deserve this, he freaking broke Dean's heart when he left him for Stanford. And countless times after.
But Dean, being the kind selfless man Sam fell in love with, always took him back with open arms.
Sam finally sighted the lights of the town they were staying at for the next week.
Nothing major had really turned up so far so, instead of sitting on their asses, being bored all the damn time, they settled for a simple Cupacabrah hunt.
Driving slowly into the streets of town, he spotted the motel [ which just happened to be at the beginnings of town. He would be eternilly grateful for that] and pulled into the small lot.
The car door squeaked as it opened and he jumped from its contents.
Shaking the key from his jacket pocket he unlocked the door with ease.
Sam opened the entrance door and was about to call for his beloved older brother when he caught sight of him sleeping soundly on their king-sized bed.
Sam looked fondly at his love, relishing his beauty.
Dean's long lashes seemed to have the capability to scoop up the whole town into its strong, thick embrace.
They created dark shadows below.
The moon filtering through the window illuminated his face, soft in sleep.
Sam let him sleep, it had been deprived lately, ever sinse his return from Hell.
The younger hunter shivered at that thought, he never wanted to go back to that again.
A life without Dean.
He'd had a taste of that.
He'd tried to spit it out but, for months, it planted itself on his tongue.
Sam had been going crazy, suicidal crazy.
And, again, Dean showed up and saved the day.
Soothing Sam's woes, in all the while when Sam was supposed to be soothing his.
Oh, he'd never stop oweing his brother. Only whenever Sam tried to pay him back Dean wouldn't take the money. He refused to.
Never let Sam risk his life to save his.
Sam sighed and made his way over to the bed.
Laying down he gently cupped Dean's soft cheek, and Dean absently snuggled closer, seeking more warmth.
He put an arm around the slumbering hunter and nuzzleing his cheek against his brother's.
He settled comfortably, as always when he slept with Dean, and felt himself being lurred to sleep by the sweet sound of Dean's breathing filling his ears.