"Was it Jessica?"
Lie! His brain told him to lie, but before he could make something up he found himself blurting the truth. "You."

To say Dean was shocked would be an understatement. Dean thought it would be to soon,maybe it was. Sam still wasn't over Jessica and Dean knew that but to hear that he was dreaming about Dean made his heart swell with hope. But he needed to make sure.
"What?" Okay not what he meant to say but his brain is now frozen so it will have to do.
"Dean, don't make me say it again. I know you don't want that anymore after the way I left things so just ignore it, don't make me say it, please!"
"What in the hell are you talking about I don't want that anymore!" Dean says a little louder than he meant, "I have been quietly waiting for you to get over Jessica so I could see if you still wanted me man."
"what?"
"I already said that Sammy think of something original. You didn't run away from me and go to Stanford for nothing right."
"Low Dean, that was low. I have told you a million times, then and now, you aren't why I left. I begged you to come with me because I loved you!"
Okay so Dean didn't mean for this to turn into a shouting match but angry talk is better than no talk right, they are Winchesters after all.
"Yeah right you didn't want to get away from me but the last time we had sex you still felt the need to make it into a goodbye?"
"It was a goodbye Dean, 'cause I knew you wouldn't come with me. I knew you wouldn't leave dad and that you could never stay in one place long enough. I knew you would say no so I told you I love and that I would miss you the only way I knew you'd hear." He turns back to the window trying to hide the tears he didn't want Dean to see.
"You right I wouldn't have let you say them because I thought I knew that and why tell me like I need reassuring. I'm not a chick. But then you left. You could have stayed and we could have been on our own, hunted with out dad, and been together. But you wanted to go to college, somewhere I don't belong. I thought you didn't want me."
"Yeah well I realized being normal doesn't mean anything without being with you. And I waited and waited hoping you'd visit, that you would come to me and make it all better like you had my whole life. But when you didn't I met Jessica and she helped, but I still loved you. and I just thought you'd never come back to me." God this hurt like ripping out fresh stitches but Sam realized Dean and he needed to hear it, even if it met the chick flick quota for the rest of there lives. "So what now?" Sam asked feeling kind of awkward and exposed even though his back was still to Dean. Which is why he didn't realize Dean was now right behind him till he felt strong arms wrap around him from behind and a face nuzzled at his back.
"I'll wait as long as you need, I know the Jessica thing still hurts."
Sam turned in his arms and hugged back. "I don't want to wait, I want you." He says before kissing him, putting all the want he ever felt for Dean into it, like he might not get another chance.
After a while Dean gets an idea, he breaks the kiss to whisper in his brothers ear: "tell me about this dream of yours huh? What was I doing to get those whimpers out of those pretty lips?"
And all of a sudden things felt like they had before they said goodbye all that time ago. The air between them crackling with heat, their eyes filled with love.
"At first it was the same one I have a lot about you, a memory of our last time. But I don't want to say goodbye any more. It changed to you making me yours, pounding into me hard but me still begging for more." The whole time he was speaking, low and right into Dean's ear, Dean had backed him towards the bed. His knees hit the bed now and they both fall back to the mattress, Dean landing on top of him.
"That what you want Sammy, for me to spread you open with my fingers, quick and dirty like when we where teenagers and to horny to wait. And then for me to pound into you for hours till you'll feel me all week?"
"Yes, God Dean, please!" He starts tearing at his brothers clothes and thanks any deity listening that they both sleep in boxers and tee shirts. Dean does the same to him and soon enough they're naked, pressed together, and kissing till the need a breath.
They where on Deans bed so Sam isn't surprised when his brother pulls some lube from under a pillow. "You ready Sammy?" He says in a voice low and whiskey rough. a short nod is all Sam can manage as he watches Dean slick up his fingers and applies some to Sam himself. As Dean circles his hole he gasps in breath but tries to stay relaxed.
"Anyone been there since me Sammy?"
"No, it's yours. Only girls other than you." The ever goes unsaid but they both know its true.
"Then I bet your tight, untouched for so long. You'll feel so good around my cock, the pressure and heat surrounding me as I push in and out. I'll feel so big with you this tight and I'll aim for your spot till you scream my name." Dirty talk had always been what he used to distract Sam from the pain of being prepped and it was definitely working if the way Sam was greedily swallowing three of his fingers was anything to go by. Dean savours the whine that slips from sam's lips as he removes his fingers and slicks up his cock.
There are no more words as Dean lines up his cock and starts to push forward. They both groan once Sam swallows the head and they both wait for the burn to pass.
Once Sam starts to rock his hips Dean pushes forward slowly until they are flush together panting. Sam searches for Deans mouth to kiss and pushes his hips closer to Dean as a sign he can start to thrust. Dean doesn't need to be told twice. He pulls out half way and pushes back in hard. He does it again and again, pulling further out each time. Once they have a rhythm going he searches for Sam's prostate. The reward is a shout as Sam breaks the kiss and his back arches at the surge of pleasure. Dean grins and aims for that spot over and over.
"I'm gonna make you scream my name little brother. Your mine again and I'm never letting you go."
"Harder Dean, I want to feel you, to know you've been here. Every time I move I want to remember I'm yours. Please Dean, harder!"
"Yeah, mine, your mine." He thrusts harder, as hard as he can, and starts to stroke Sam's neglected cock, wanting to feel Sam's channel squeezing him when he cums. It only takes a few strokes and it happens, Sam's eyes squeeze shut tight, his back arches, and ropes of his seed shoot up to cover them both. The tight fluttering of his muscles sends Dean over the edge. He cums screaming Sam's name.
When they both are more aware and coming down from the high Dean realizes he is crushing Sam under his weight. He rolls off of Sam and looks into his brothers face to find him smiling sleepily.
"well?"
"Defiantly the right way to say your mine."

The end