Sam and Dean lay on the soft grass, naked as always. The stars sparkling above them, the memory the one of the fourth of July when they had set off fireworks but they now settled for a cool starry night with a gentle breeze for this.

Sam loved it here, in Dean's body, sharing his life. Their souls joined and completed so perfectly.

Dean had begun to consider hunting again and Sam was afraid, afraid for him, afraid his life would be cut short and this world inside his body would end too soon. Sam sat up and began to play with the soft grass, weaving it together with his fingers, deep in thought, troubled. Dean slept next to him on the grass. They never dressed in here anymore, Dean having accepted that Sam's soul felt no need for clothing itself inside Dean's own head, decided to do the same for himself.

Sam did not feel Dean stir, his thoughts tumbling in on each other. He had said he would deny Dean nothing he would ever want but this…was different. Sam did not want this for them. He wanted a long life with old age, sharing this body with him for many years to come. Hunting would shorten that time and he hated the thought. It was Stanford all over again and this time Dean would go with him, wherever or whatever they decided.

Sam wished to visit the Grand Canyon memory and suddenly he was there, sitting on a high rock, looking around at the towering rock faces, looking down at the little stream that flowed down below, and the winding trails that wove artfully along the walls of the canyon. He laid his chin on his arm and let it rest there. He was unhappy with this decision and was avoiding telling Dean so. He didn't want this but had said he would do what Dean wanted. Deep in his heart, hunting felt wrong for them now. He wanted a home now, a real one, like here at Bobby's, where they lay resting on the bed upstairs. He didn't want the travelling or the motels anymore. That was the past. He wanted a stable and safe home for them now.

He didn't tell Dean this. Dean had said he was thinking of hunting again, and Sam wanted Dean to have what he wanted, even if Sam hated the idea of doing it. So he resolved to not tell him.

Dean had been asking what was wrong but Sam said nothing. Dean felt his unhappiness and tried to fix it but was unable to. He didn't know the cause. They were still close, still in love, still craved each other but there was a distance now, a barely felt empty place between them that contained all the things Sam was not saying. Dean felt the gulf there and wanted to close it but again did not know what it was that was causing the gulf. Dean was worried and so he resolved to spend more time with Sam, to try to coax the answers from him. So far Sam had ran away from these attempts but still remained loving to him. Dean knew something was there and was desperate to know.

He did not know Sam had taken over their body to talk to Bobby, clearly needing someone to talk to. He slept peacefully in the field on the grass.

"Bobby." Sam said sadly, "Are you busy?" Sam padded to the study door and looked in, his hazel eyes unhappy.

"Not really." Bobby looked at the eyes, and saw it was Sam. "What is it, Sam?"

"I need to talk." Sam said softly, conflicted and miserable.

"Come in, sit down." Bobby said waving him in. Even Bobby had seen how unhappy Sam had been lately whenever he showed up, Dean was becoming unhappy now too, worried about what was bothering Sam. Sam hadn't been forthcoming yet with what was wrong. Both men were hoping he would talk soon. "Tell me, Sam, what is wrong?"

"Me." Sam said sighing sadly.

"I don't understand." Bobby said shaking his head confused. How was Sam wrong?

"I promised Dean I would let him have whatever he wanted." Sam said looking down at his fingers that kept twining and untwining over and over in worry. His inner turmoil showed with those finger motions.

"And?" Bobby prompted, Sam wanted Dean happy but by making Dean happy, he was clearly making himself very unhappy. He knew Dean would never do anything to make Sam feel this way, so this was basically Sam hiding his feelings again and making himself unhappy. Sam was one stubborn soul!

"I don't want us to hunt." Sam cried a little now, feeling like he was betraying Dean by not wanting what he wanted. Their wants and desires usually matched perfectly but this one thing was knocking them out of sync.

"Oh." Bobby said softly, so that was it. Dean had said a few days ago he wanted to hunt again and Sam had agreed he should. Clearly he had only said it to please Dean. This was too big an issue to approach that way. Sam really needed to tell Dean this, it was tearing them up inside.

"I want a home, a stable home, here with you guys." Sam began to cry out his misery now, "I can't tell Dean this, he wants to hunt, and I don't. I want to live a long time with him this way but if we hunt, well, we'll end this life so much sooner. We just got this and hunting could take it away. I can hunt well but I don't want to anymore, I've done that enough. I want to settle down, work on research, have a home life, and be happy with Dean." He hung his head and Bobby came over to him, pulling him up into his arms, letting him cry.

Sam had never wanted to hunt, it was always Dean who had wanted that. Sam just hunted before because Dean needed him to hunt with him. Sam had always craved something more permanent, more his own, he always had. Bobby reflected.

"Why didn't you just tell me that?" Dean said from behind Sam as he cried against Bobby. Sam stopped crying suddenly and gasped in surprise. Bobby guessed that Dean had woken up and heard what Sam had said. He let go of the boy and let him lay down on the window seat, closing his eyes so he could commune with Dean inside their head.

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They were in the field again, stars glittering above them. Dean's eyes bore into Sam's, worried about him.

"Why didn't you say so?" Dean muttered, knowing why the moment he said it. Sam had said he would never deny Dean anything he really wanted and had meant every word, even if it was killing him to give into the request .

"You really want this, and I don't. I said that I would deny you nothing, I meant it." Sam said playing with the grass at his feet, avoiding eye contact. He wanted to cry again.

"I didn't mean at the cost of your own happiness, our happiness. I never wanted to that!" Dean groaned and sighed, Sam had decided to ignore his own happiness for Dean's. Unfortunately, Dean's happiness was so tied to Sam's that he was now unhappy too. They were recreating the snake that kept eating itself again. Dean was damn sure that was not going to happen anymore!

Dean pulled Sam's head to look at him and saw the tears of unhappiness there, those tears breaking him a little, making him want to take his pain away. "This is one instance you should have just said you didn't agree with me. This is a big deal, we should have an agreement between us before we make these big decisions."

"Didn't want to disappoint you…again. Like I used to." Sam said, his eyes searching Dean's, pleading he would understand. "We saved the world already. We hunted down everything there was to hunt. I got chosen by Azazel because of my Hunting skills. I was chosen by Lucifer because of it. We've torn ourselves apart too many damn times because of all this hunting and demon shit! We've done enough. We've earned the right to say we've done enough! Damn it, Baby!" Sam shook his head upsetting himself further with his outburst. He had been holding this in for a while now and it was all coming out. "Besides you're all alone out there now, Dean. I can't help you from in here. I don't want to see you die young, Dean, like I did."

Sam took another breathe and continued, "I want a real home, to stay in one place, to not travel down roads anymore, or stay in dingy motels, , or to eat the diner food again. I want a home for us, where we grow old together, not die young from hunting."

"I said I would give you anything you wanted, that's why I didn't say anything." Sam finished. He looked at Dean and leaned in to kiss him gently, "I love you, Dean, and I want the whole 'sit on the porch as an old man' thing for us. I am done hunting. Hunting killed me, took my body and my mind, and broke both in the end. My life is with you now, I want a stable home for us, here with Bobby." Sam sighed as Dean pulled him into his arms and held him close. Sam leaned into Dean's chest and stayed there, needing the contact right now. "I don't want to hunt anymore. I don't want you to hunt anymore. I'm sorry I didn't say it sooner. I won't go back to hat again, not in that capacity. I will research and that kind of work but no more of that. I know I have no right to ask that of you but that is how I feel. I can't lose you now, Baby, not after I just got you the way we've needed to be for so long. I can't do this."

"Damn it, Sam, you never disappointed me, ever. You don't want us to hunt then that's what we'll do Sammy. We won't hunt again. We'll stay here and help Bobby." Dean said kissing away Sam's tears, wiping his face off.

"But it's what you want, you said so." Sam said unhappily.

"It's what I thought I wanted. I was wrong. What I really want is a long happy life with you and a real home here with Bobby sound wonderful, like the right thing for us. The hunting did us in before, we've earned our retirement." Dean pulled Sam into him and kissed him hard, pouring all his love into that kiss, all his need for the man. Sam was left gasping for more when Dean stopped. "We need to go upstairs for this." Dean whispered to Sam. Sure, the love making would be in his body and head but it was still better to do it with your body stashed somewhere private.

Sam had to push aside his desire to ask, "So, no more hunting, just research?" Dean nodded and Sam felt all his unhappiness disappearing now. Joy and love for the man he loved filled his heart, and he smiled widely, kissing Dean with abandon and a desperate need to reconnect again.

Dean let Sam push their body down onto the bed and undress it. He pulled Dean's soul back into the sunny field again, onto that soft grass, this time next to the creek in the trees where they used to play as a kid. He bit into Dean's neck hard and sucked on the bite, Dean cried out with a loud moan as the pleasure of Sam sucking on the bite drove through him, Sam's hands splaying on his body, pushing harder, stroking harder, grasping him closer, so roughly if this had been his real body, he would be bruised from it. As it was, Sam was driving him insane with his desperate and needy touches. His lips came to kiss every rough touch, soothing each deep mark, biting him gently wherever he touched, wherever he kissed.

Dean arched into the ministrations, desire spurring him into madness, taking away his control. Sam took him into his mouth and began to suck on Dean's hard member, greedily grasping and stroking every part of it, moaning his pleasure at doing it into Dean with Dean moaned Sam's name, need making him feel an urgent need to have Sam now, take Sam now, be inside him now! Sam moaned with the same need to take Dean but wanted to feel Dean inside him first, rough, hard, and deeply thrusting, not being gently, not being careful.

Sam let go of Dean and went to kiss him. Dean kissed him roughly, tasting himself in there. Sam stopped the kiss, eyes glazed with his desperate need to taken roughly, not be carefully take care of, to be claimed and to claim. Dean pushed him onto his stomach, propping up his bottom while lowering his top. He pushed into Sam with one hard thrust and pounded his need into him, drawing out Sam's need to join his own. This was no gentle joining but a violent, need driven moment, a rough moment filled with the desperation to reconnect what was disconnected in the hardest and most urgent way they knew. They growled each other's names and used curses and obscenities. It was downright dirty and filthy, sweaty and mindless pleasure only driven sex. They moaned and screamed out their need, their flesh slapping together loudly, their moans and cries reaching a fever pitch until they collapsed finally, screaming out their releases at an ear drum breaking level.

They separated enough to pant and come down from the amazing orgasms they had just had. Then Dean pounced on Sam, whose eyes were still half lidded from what they had just done. He took his mouth and kissed it hard then got softer, coaxing out soft sounds from the man, making Sam's hands pull him in closer and kissing him harder back. Their bodies seemed to find each other and move into each other, rubbing and sliding against each other.

Dean stopped the kiss and looked down at Sam, serious and hot all at the same time.

"I am going to show you…" He let himself rub hard against Sam, both hard now and sliding against each other. "how much you really mean to me.." he did it again, "I am going to show you…" did it again, "how much your happiness means to me and how…" He pressed harder against Sam now and deliberately dug his own into Sam, making him moan louder, his hands going to Dean's bottom, "by making yourself unhappy to make me happy…"Sam pulled him hard against him and rubbed a little faster into Dean, catching on to what he was doing now. "just ends up making us both unhappy. But most of all," Dean's head arch back a little as Sam slid a finger into him and pushed it deeper into him, barely grazing his prostate, "how you need to realize that…" Sam slid in another and Dean pushed back onto them, thrusting while trying to concentrate on what he was doing. " your happiness and what you need, what we need…" Sam added another finger, thrusting them in faster, Dean's hips pushing fast against them, his breath coming faster now, almost panting with building desire, "matters more to me than anything in the world." Dean now writhed and moaned as he screwed himself onto Sam's fingers, and Sam thrust himself against Dean's hardness harder and faster than before.

"Sam, Sam, please, now, now, I can't take much more, Please Baby, now!" He could feel his release building in his groin and bit his lip to slow it. Sam removed his fingers and positioned himself behind Dean. Dean breathed a sigh of relief, trying to pull himself back from his release, he wanted to make it last longer. That thought was derailed as Sam roughly moved into him and thrust slowly and shallowly into him, not filling him yet, making him buck into him, Dean's body needing more but Sam denying it.

"Touch yourself, Dean, stroke yourself for me." Sam ordered him and bit and sucked on his neck by his ear. Dean promptly wrapped his hand around himself and squeezed it gently, stroking it slowly, trying to find a rhythm to match Sam's slow thrusts. He felt the pleasure build again as Sam got gradually faster and eventually threw his head back, lost in the sensations obviously, and pumped into Dean harder and faster until it matched the pace that Dean had done with Sam. Dean fisted himself faster and harder now to match the speed of Sam until his release shot out of him, making his body arch back with every thrust, every pound to his prostate. His mind when white and lost all ability to think beyond the desire to come, to come with Sam inside him, and his head shot back, moaning loudly and begging Sam to come with him, he was going to come now!

Sam pulled his upper body up to press against his chest, keeping up his thrusts, replacing Dean's hand with his own, fisting Dean in strokes that more than met the speed and intensity of his thrusts into his body. Dean felt the pleasure and orgasm pour up him, through him, and deepen into a black hole that sucked him into its pleasurous depths.

"Oh, Sam, damn Sam, oh, oh, Sam, baby, oh, SAMSAMSAMSAM…I'm coming… come, Sammy, come with me, damn damn damn damn, SAMMMMYYYYYYYYYY!" Dean came like lava shooting from an active volcano, his body straightening, slamming into Sam's hard chest, hands clench Sam's hips pulling his hard into him, deep to his prostate , punching his pleasure spot like a fist hitting a jaw and impaling him onto it, one last time, His head shot back into Sam's shoulder, hitting it hard, bouncing off, and Sam sunk his teeth into his shoulder with all his strength, barely failing to break the skin, and sucked hard on the bite in such a way a Vampire would have been jealous of him in the moment!

All of what Dean did drove him over the edge with him, slamming his chest into Dean's back, mouth biting the already red bite, breaking the skin, the blood dripping into his mouth, His hands helping Dean impale himself on him, as if trying to drive himself not just against but actually through Dean's prostate! He came through bloody teeth and lips, "Deeeaaannnnnnnnnnnnnnn, oh,Deaaaaaannnnnnnnnnnn!". Sam's hand had Dean's coming member in such a hard, stroking death grip, Dean found himself coming just as hard one more time, pulling Sammy over the edge with him one more time with equal intensity, biting and sucking at the now flowing wound on Dean's soul's shoulder. Blood, sweat, and come covered their bodies now but they didn't care. They fell bonelessly to the ground and stayed connected, Sam holding Dean to him in a death grip. They fell asleep that way and slept well.

After a while, they stirred but Dean made sure to kiss the blood from Sam's mouth before he could magic it way, kissing him hard once the taste was gone and all he could taste was him and Sam in that sexy mouth. Sam watched as the wound began to poof away and stabbed a finger hard into it before it did, sucking the blood from it slowly and deliberately, Dean grinning at him knowing he had found one of Sam's kinks, one he possibly had before he ever met Ruby or any demon, a kink that was obviously all Sam's. He found it amusing he had a similar kink, he had found the bite to be so freaking wonderful feeling it had made him come just by feeling Sam's mouth sucking on it hard, his teeth drawing out more.

"Wow, baby, we got a little kinky there, didn't we?" Dean said with a husky growl, not in the least bit sorry for it. The wound was gone now, obviously a product of their mutual desire to add that little kink to their sex at that time. The world in his head provided what they needed the moment they needed it, that's what had made it all work this time.

"Yeah, we should do that again sometime. You like it rough don't you?" Sam chuckled as Dean's blush, knowing that sometimes that was exactly what Dean wanted, what Sam wanted too.

"It feels good that way, feels freaking amazing sometimes. You always make me feel good, Sam, even when we're not having mad violent, kinky sex, or when we are making love, " Dean looked Sam in the eyes and kissed him gently on the lips, adoration shining in his sex drugged face and eyes, "or just having you here and knowing you are mine, knowing you are happy, that you love me no matter how bad I've acted or how out of control things got, you loved me! It feels good being with you, soul to soul, this connection we have. When you're unhappy, I feel it and it makes me unhappy. It gets us out of sync with each other." He kissed the man one more time and said in a very serious way, "Don't do that to us again, Sammy, it only hurts both of us. If you are unhappy about one of my decisions, you tell me and we will talk about it and figure it out together. I would forever regret making a decision if it meant hurting you that much again. It hurts me too when you do. We hurt each other when we get out of sync." Sam looked down knowing he had hurt Dean by not leveling with him to begin with, not telling him how he really felt about his decision. Dean could never be happy if his decision hurt Sam, he just couldn't.

"I'm sorry, I just…" Sam lost his words there, pulling Dean into his arms and hugging him, "So sorry!"

"I take it that's a promise?" Dean said teasingly, stroking Sam's back and hair as he held him.

"Yes, hell, yes." Sam said softly.

"Does that mean we can do that again some other time then, because, Sam, that was the most intense spectacular, frikkin amazing sex we have ever had. We have to do that again!" Dean smirked as Sam pulled away a little to look at Dean proudly, knowing he had given him that 'intense, spectacular, frikkin amazing sex' and all concurrent orgasmic feelings afterward. He was glad he had done it and he was glad to have Dean as his, forever.

"Even the biting thing? The blood thing?" Sam asked raising an eyebrow at Dean. The bite part had been fun.

"Especially that." Dean nodded enthusiastically and cuddled into Sam, spooning deeply into his body and sighing happily. Sam sighed too and kissed his hair, stroking his arm until he reached Dean's hand and their hands entwined, pulling Dean in even closer. Sam and Dean drifted off to sleep this way, a smile on their lips. Their mouth, on their real body, smiled as well, and they slept for the night; happy for once that another day would never come where they would have to hurry out on a hunt ever again.

They had a home here with Bobby and could stay forever.

It was permanent.

It was their home.

It was theirs.

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Bobby peaked in on Dean and saw his body smiling happily, so content. He was glad Sam had spoken up because if he hadn't , Bobby would have.

Bobby hadn't wanted Dean to hunt anymore either.

Those boys had lost too much to hunting as it was.

It was time they found a home.

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They lived to an old age and Dean was often seen happily working in the yard long after Bobby had died of old age and left him the property. They still helped with information for other hunters but, true to their words to each other, never took up hunting ever again.

When Dean passed, they both returned to their Heaven, their souls holding onto each other with such joy.

True to his word, Sam and Dean were born again to the Earth eventually.

This time as a man and a woman, who found each other soon after. They had three children in that life and were together until the end of their days, never to be related like the others had made them be born the last time, never again being the new rule.

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Eternity unspooled before these sacred soulmates and they loved it.

It felt like finding their home again.

It made them whole.

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