"We own the world now Sammy." Dean's eyes clicked black.
That we do, Dean." Sam's smile was impish and easy, amber irises momentarily substituting the hazel ones.
"So, how are we gonna leave our mark, big brother?"
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"Why don't we carve our initials into the state of Kansas. Big enough to be seen from space. Claim the Earth as our own personal playground."
"Not just the Earth, Dean. Hell and Purgatory are fair game too."
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"Yeah. We can leave Heaven for dessert. Just like the last piece of delicious pie."
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Dean pulled his brother to him. "No-one can hurt us now Sammy. And we've got all eternity to be together. It's what you want? You sure little brother?"
"It's all I've ever wanted Dean," Sam vowed, "You're the only one I've ever loved enough to maim, torture, kill and die for."
As they lost themselves in the hug, the power and pleasure the physical contact brought them flowed through their bodies like a drug.
This too was love.