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Sorry for the long wait, I'm in University full-time and have two jobs. I'll try to update at least once a month. Again sorry.

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Sam felt like shit. Over the past weeks, he had been looking for his brother's corpse...Or what he thought was his corpse. At first, he had assumed that Crowley had had one of his lackeys possess Dean's body, after all, who wouldn't want to ride around in the infamous Dean Winchester's meat suit. That's what he had thought, anyway, until he found out the truth. The Mark of Cain had twisted his brother's soul and turned him into a demon.

If Sam wasn't so worried and tormented he probably would've appreciated the irony of the Righteous Man, the Vessel of Michael, turning into a demon. Maybe if it had been anyone but his brother, he would've, but it was his brother; his older, better, purer brother that had become a demon. Sam couldn't help but feel it was his fault that Dean was in the current predicament. Sam wondered if his impure blood had contaminated Dean slowly until he started doing bad things leading him to become a demon.

Sam sighed, he was tired so he closed the current book he was reading. He knew if he could get Dean to the Bunker he'd be able to cure his brother and turn him back into a human. Once Dean was back to normal they could both find a way to get rid of the Mark of Cain freeing Dean from the curse once and for all. If only he could, if only…Sam was so tired and overworked that he didn't notice when he fell asleep; he didn't notice the visitor that had gotten into the Bunker.

It had taken Dean three days to get everything ready. He had gotten to the house and thought summoning it might have been troublesome but it seemed that now that its master was dead the house had responded to Dean for some reason, or, at least, that's what he liked to think. When he was done exploring and looking for the perfect room to stay in he got back in the Impala and drove down to the Bunker intent on seeing his younger brother one last time.

Dean's vision went blurry as the contemplated that this was the last time he would ever see his younger brother. He felt his dark, demonic heart that still loved his baby brother no matter what shattering into a billion pieces. Still, he was doing this for Sam, and because of that, the world was also getting saved.

Dean pulled into the garage of the Bunker and felt around with his powers. Sam was fast asleep in the library. He probably wasn't sleeping well and had just crashed. Dean frowned. He had written Sammy a note telling him to let Dean go but, as was Sam's style, he had ignored his brother and stubbornly pushed on. Dean took a deep breath to give himself some strength and walked in.

Dean had made a decision to see Sam last but without noticing he had walked right towards his younger brother. Dean could tell Sam hadn't been taking care of himself. He was skinny, ridiculously skinny, his face was gaunt, cheeks sunken in and he had bags under his eyes. What pissed Dean off the most, though, was seeing Sam's arm in a sling. Dean felt a murderous rage and wanted to find out who had hurt his Sammy to kill them.

"Dean," Dean looked straight at Sam thinking he had woken up and seen him, but no, he was still fast asleep. Dean wondered what Sam was dreaming. He knew that with his new demonic powers he could, in theory, read minds but he hadn't learned how to yet. Still, he really wanted to know what Sam was dreaming about him…

Without thinking about it he walked up to Sam and touched his forehead, willing himself to teleport into Sam's dreams…Dean smiled when he felt the little pull and was glad to see himself and Sam in bed, doing…

Dean pulled himself out abruptly. It couldn't be. He quickly tried reading Sam's mind again and saw the same thing. He and Sam, in bed, having sex. Dean on top of his younger brother as he pushed into Sammy's warm body. Sam moaning and groaning and grinding himself on Dean's dick. Dean could feel the arousal and warmth in Sam's dream, his mind. Sam thought of Dean the same way Dean did of him. All that time wasted…

Dean got out of the dream and quickly changed plans. If Sam was feeling the same way Dean was then there was no point in making them both suffer. He went to Sam's room and packed things up he knew Sam wouldn't be able to live without. He packed clothes, books, and the little box under Sam's bed that he's had since he was a little boy to put his most treasured things in. Dean looked around making sure he had gotten every thing important. He knew that he could teleport back to get extra things but his self-exile to keep himself away from humans wouldn't work as well if he came coming in and out. Seeing that everything was ready he went to his room and got the few things that he couldn't part with.

He went to pack every thing in the Impala and then went to get Sam. Dean could tell Sam was trying to get comfortable in his sleeping position but was unable. Dean went to Sam and gently picked him bridal style. He made sure that Sam's arms were on his stomach. Dean was extra careful with Sam's broken arm; he made a mental note to ask Sam what happened.

Dean felt his heart melt when Sam snuggled closer to Dean and gave a contented sigh. Dean kissed Sam's forehead and walked towards the Impala. He settled Sam in the back seat and made extra sure Sam would stay asleep for the journey, at least he hoped he did.

Dean got into the driver side and looked at the backseat where the only thing that truly mattered in Dean's Universe was sleeping peacefully, "Don't worry, Sammy, nothing can keep us apart now.

Dean felt freer, he had come to the bunker thinking he was saying goodbye to Sammy forever to save his younger brother of his feelings when really he had found out Sam had felt the same way. He was going to his new home with his younger brother and everything was going to be just fine now.

He started the car and drove towards their new home.