•DAY 5/May 2nd•

This was their last day in Lawrence and the day they got to see Bobby.

"It's gonna be so hard to keep my hands off you, Sam."

"It's just one day, Dean.

"Just as long as you know," Dean wrapped his arm around Sam's hips while Sam attempted to tie his tie. "I'm gonna be horny as hell afterwards."

"I already am." Sam said with a smirk.

They were meeting Bobby at the bar and having a drink.

"You know you're an alcoholic if you meet at a bar at noon."

"Bobby's idea." chuckled Dean.

"Go figure." Sam rolled his eyes and climbed into the passenger side of the impala.

"Hey, Sam." Dean said, adjusting into the driver's side and roaring the engine to life.

"Yeah, D?"

"Happy birthday. I love you." Dean pulled out a small crumpled paper bag and handed it to Sam.

"Dean, you didn't have to get me anything."

Sam opened the bag and pulled out a small silver ring with two initials engraved on the inside. 'SW & DW.' small enough for no one to know were there but Sam and Dean.

Dean grabbed Sam's chin and pulled him to his lips, granting him with a deep kiss.

"Wow, Dean. I love it. I love you." Sam slipped the ring on the middle finger of his left hand and loving how the cold silver felt on his hand.

"When did you do this?"

"Last night after you fell asleep. And I picked it up this morning."

"Wow..." Sam grabbed Dean's face and pulled him in for another long kiss. "I can't believe it."

They arrived at the bar and they found Bobby (the only patron) in a booth in the back. The bar was dimly lit, and all Dean could see was the old man's hat.

They walked to Bobby and he got up to offer hugs. He pulled the boys in tightly and then sat back down.

"What's up, Bobby?" Dean said excitedly, sitting across from Bobby and Sam slid in beside him.

"Nothing much, kid. It's kinda lonely without you two knuckleheads. What, No phone calls? No drop bys? Seriously, boys?"

"Sorry, Bobby." Sam sighed. "Married life has kinda got us by the balls."

Dean reached his hand under the table and placed his hand on Sam's upper thigh.

He could feel Sam's hand there and Dean's touch was fascinated by Sam's new ring.

"Yeah, it's been really 'hard' lately." Dean emphasized on the hard purposefully, but for Sam to realize and Bobby not to question.

Sam placed his hand on Dean's thigh, returning the favor, feeling Dean's hard cock pulse through the denim of his blue jeans.

Sam coughed and tried his best to hide his amazement.

"Happy birthday, kiddo." said Bobby, as he handed a brightly wrapped pink present. Sam laughed and looked widely at the gift.

"Shut up and open it. The last present I gave was to my wife, and she loved pink. Deal with it."

Sam rolled his eyes and opened the gift, and discarded the wrapping paper.

"A book!" Sam exclaimed "the book of the Vampyr. Very nice, Bobby. I love it."

Sam stroked the book cover with admiration.

"Glad you like it. Took me two weeks to decide between that and an alarm clock."

"This is... perfect, Bobby. Thank you." Sam rifled through the pages to find that this book wasn't in english. Sam silently chuckled to himself, knowing the reason why Bobby gave him books in other languages was because he was always influencing him to learn them. Sam placed the book between him and Dean and Sam smiled at Dean.

The waitress was an older lady, mid-40 to 50's. She had long brunette hair and a polite smile.

"Can I get y'all food or drink?" she said once she arrived at the table.

"I'll take a whiskey." Bobby said, bowing his head to find his wallet. "Anything you want, boys. My treat."

"Nothing for me, thanks." Dean said while he winked at the pretty waitress.

She flustered and looked to Sam.

"Just water." he held up his hand and dropped it to the table, secretly admiring his brother's gift.

"So how long has it been since we've talked? A year? Two? You guys huntin'?"

"No," Dean replied for both of them. "After we got married, it kinda slowed down for both of us. And don't start, Bobby, WE haven't seen each other in a year."

"You mean to tell me a couple of chicks actually separated you two love birds?"

Sam smiled at Dean.

"Happy you mentioned that. We're movin' in together, Bobby."

"Wow, you two think you can stand each other that long? And what about your wives?"

"Yeah, turns out our wives don't like us too much." Sam said as he laced his fingers between his brother's under the table. "And yeah, I think we'll be alright."

The waitress came back with their drinks, and Sam and Bobby both sipped on them through the silence.

Dean wanted to tell Bobby everything. He had never really kept anything this big and he felt like this was something he needed to know. But that's not what Sam wanted, so Dean kept his mouth shut, sure to tell him soon enough just in case they needed to be out of arm's reach.

They sat and laughed for about another hour, talking about old times. About the many good times, and bad times and how they had struggled through the years. Bobby had to go soon, due to a hunt he had to research for an old friend, surprised he had left the house even this long. It was about 3:00, and Bobby said his goodbyes, hugging the boys tight.

"Keep in touch, ya damn idgits."

"Will do, Bobby" the Winchester's said at the same time.

Sam and Dean sat there for a little while after Bobby paid his check and left.

Dean squeezed Sam's leg.

"You're lucky I love you, Sam. I was about to spill the beans. Anyway, you ready to go, Hun?" glad he could use endearments now that Bobby was gone.

"I don't know if I woulda minded." Sam said as he stood, stretching. "He seemed like he was in a good mood today." Sam waved goodbye to the waitress.

The got into the impala and sat for a couple of minutes, absorbing Bobby's visit.

Dean started the car up but didn't put it in drive. Sam's train of thought was going a mile a minute before bringing up something he didn't want to.

"When do you wanna tell Lisa?" Sam said curiously at Dean, cocking an eyebrow.

"As soon as I get home. What about you?"

"Dunno. Probably the same. What state do we wanna live in?"

"Up to you, Sam. It's your birthday."

"I dunno, Dean. I like California, but I wouldn't mind living here in Kansas again. But what part?"

"Well, wanna try to head back now so we can go look for housing on our way home?"

Sam blinked at his brother, and rubbed Dean's crotch.

"I think we should take care of 'our little problem' before we drive for a day and a half. Don't you?"

"Hell yeah, Sammy."

Dean shifted the impala into drive and Sam placed his hand on Dean's pulsating cock, squeezing and tugging at the denim, getting harder himself at the sensation.

"Sammy, I can't wait to get you back to the hotel. I can't wait to slick up my fingers and shove'em inside you and hear you moan." breathed Dean, gripping tightly on the steering wheel.

They arrived at the hotel and Dean dragged Sam into the room, practically throwing him on the bed. Dean straddled his hips and smirked at Sam. He crushed his mouth into Sam's, sliding his tongue across Sam's bottom lip. Sam let out a pleasant moan and pushed Dean aside.

"Sam, whatareya-"

Sam kissed him and climbed on top of Dean, taking off his jacket in the process.

"I wanna be on top."

"Sure, Sammy. It's your birthday." Dean leaned up and put his lips up to Sam's ear and spoke low enough to give Sam shivers. "How do you want it, Sammy?"

Sam swooned at the fact that Dean still called him 'Sammy' even through sex. Dean began fumbling with Sam's button and his fly, rubbing the bulge in Sam's jeans. He pulled his jeans and boxers down below his balls and wrapped his fingers around the base of Sam's cock, now fully hard and pulsating.

"Nnn, Dean. Feels so good. I wanna ride you, brother. I want you to stretch me out and fuck me."

"Sounds good." Dean grumbled, tracing his fingers under Sam's shirt and feeling the rippled abdomen of his younger brother. Sam stretched his arms up as Dean took his shirt off and moaned in delight. Dean traced his finger from Sam's chest to his belly button, dragged it through Sam's well maintenanced pubes and down the tip of his dick.

Sam stood up quickly, Dean groaning when his brother got up and shed himself of his clothing, then tugged at Dean's jeans and boxers, nearly ripping them off. He pulled off Dean's shirt, admiring the muscle tone of his older brother. Sam seductively crawled to his brother, shoulder blades peeking up at Dean while he watched his brother climb on top of him.

He slid his finger up to Sam's mouth and Sam opened his lips and welcomigly, gathering up saliva to drench Dean's fingers. He reached around Sam and palmed his ass, giving it a gentle slap before sliding his wet fingers up and down Sam's crack.

Sam hummed at the feeling of his brother's touch.

Dean prodded at Sam's tight hole, feeling the warm ring before plunging in. He got half way in before he heard an unpleasant sound escape Sam's mouth.

"Too fast, Sammy?"

"No, S'alright Dean. Just... "Sam looked down to his wanting cock, leaking pre-come from the slit. "I need a distraction."

"Got it, baby." Dean nodded and took his hand off of Sam's hip and wrapped his fingers around his Sammy's length, pumping tightly around the head. He twisted his fingers inside Sam and gave little pressure, watching Sam's delicate face for any sign of pain.

"More, Dean. I can take your whole hand I you keep touching my..." Sam looked into his brother's eyes, in this position, unsure of where the embarrassment came from. He rocked his hips up into Dean's soft touch on his dick only to push back onto Dean's fingers.

"Say it, Sam." Dean pushed his fingers in a little deeper, sure that would coax Sam into being more communicative.

"My cock, Dean." Sam's pleasure gates flushed open when Dean smirked uncontrollably. There was nothing more that drove Sam crazier than when Dean smiled an actual smile. No sarcasm, no meaning behind it but happiness.

Dean pushed farther into Sam, his younger brother letting out an amazingly beautiful moan. Sam voice was still like satin, while Dean's was raspy with arousal. Dean's tone changed while they were having sex, Sam noticed. Dean was attentive and gentle, unlike his hard-ass-ness he usually portrayed.

"You ready for me, Sammy?"

"Think so." Sam rocked his hips forward and leveled his ass with Dean's dick.

Dean pulled his fingers out gently, propping himself up on his elbows to watch himself enter Sam.

Sam pushed himself down onto his brother's length, them groaning in unison with temptation and anticipation. Dean could feel the pressure from Sam's muscles around his cock head, making him pulse and shiver. Sam could feel Dean's response and pushed himself down further.

Sam gasped and kept thrusting downward, inching Dean inside as painlessly as possible.

"I just want this part to be over so I can ride your cock."

Sam said with a seductive look, pouting his lips out. Dean shuttered at the use of Sam's new comfort with naughty words.

Blood that Dean didn't know he had rushed to the head of his cock, as Sam rocked his hips to get Dean deeper.

Sam pushed himself downward once more and took all of his brother in, letting out a keen at the feeling. Dean reached out without being asked and started pumping his fist onto Sam's dick, twisting his hand and circling the tip with his fingers.

"De," Sam moaned. "De, it feels so good, baby."

Sam twisted his hips back and forth to give his muscles more room for his brother to move.

"F-uck, Sammy." Dean swore "you're so freggin' tight."

Dean knew there was something special about the prostate, and rubbing that spot was supposed to feel like euphoria. He wanted to so badly find that spot for Sam's sake.

Dean kept jacking at Sammy's length and Dean arched his hips up into Sammy, making himself stretch Sam so wide. Sam arched his back and gasped, and Dean knew he had found it.

"ohfuckDeandon'tstop." Sam said all in one hitched breath, thrusting into Dean's palm.

Dean made sure he didn't stop. Every time Sam pulled himself off of Dean's cock, Dean made sure to trust up to meet him half way, plunging deeper every time, making Sam squirm on Dean's dick.

Dean pumped Sam's dick until Sam let out two sharp gasp.

"Dean, I'm gonna... Ohmygod. Dean, I'm gonna-"

"Don't worry, Sammy. I know."

Dean gripped tighter onto Sam's dick and made sure to hit that special spot inside on every thrust. It took Dean 3 more thrusts before he was plastered with hot thick streams of Sam's come all over his abdomen.

"God, Sammy. So hot when you come on me."

Sam shuttered his way through his orgasm and rode of Dean's dick, grinding when he was full.

Dean exploded inside of Sam less than a minute later, whispering curse words and Sammy's name.

"Fuck, fu-ck, Sammy. Oh my god!" Dean's body shrank immediately after. He laid down, hitting his head onto the pillow and linked his fingers behind his skull.

"Wow, Sammy." Dean winced when Sam rolled over, losing the warmth that Dean had wrapped around his dick.

Sam pushed back the sweat soaked hair from his eyes and laid his head against Dean's chest, listening to Dean's heart flutter and pound. Dean's jaw dropped.

"I say again... Wow. That was... hot, babe." Dean kissed the top of Sam's mouth.

"Well thanks, Dean. You weren't so bad yerself." Sam sighed and snuggled in, closing his eyes and rubbing his hands across Sam's chest.

"Your heart is beating like a hammer." he whispered before he fell asleep.

Dean laid there, his baby brother in his arms, thinking about the future. He was gonna live with Sammy. No motel rooms, no separate beds, just him, and Sammy.

Dean cracked a smile before dozing off himself.

Dean woke up to 2 numb arms and his limp brother on top of him, still dreaming.

He opened his eyes and looked at the blue numbers of the alarm clock. They showed 7:00 p.m.

"Hey baby." he whispered into Sam's ear. "Time to get up."

He gave Sam a gentle push on the shoulder. Sam rolled over and pouted, saying "don't wanna." before curling into the fetal position and closing his eyes again.

Dean got up anyway and stood at the foot of the bed, peering at Sam, and watching the love of his life smile, even in his sleep.

"So cute, Sammy." he whispered quietly, not to disturb his brother.

Dean started the shower and ran his hand through Sam's dried come on his stomach, laughing when he remembered Sam's beautiful face while he rode his cock.

He got out of the shower and when he walked back into the room, Sam was awake and sitting on the side of the bed with his hands in his hair.

"Wassup, Sammy?" Dean went to his brother and offered a comforting arm around his shoulder.

Sam looked up, and offered a smile at his brother, giving a sigh.

"I just... I'm really happy. I haven't been this happy since I was with you last. I know we had that big fight-"

"No, Sam. Don't you do this. That was 2 years ago. I'm over it, got it? It was a stupid fight between brothers, alright?"

"Yeah." Sam tucked his arms around Dean, hugging at Dean's chest. "Let's go so we can find a house tomorrow."

"Sure, Sammy. Happy birthday, baby bro." Dean kissed the top of Sam's head and sat for a second, allowing his brother to hold him.

They left the hotel room and Sam peered back before closing the door and smiled, remembering this as the place that Dean and him first confessed and made love.

They jumped into Dean's baby and started it up.

They stopped at a gas station to fill up the impala and Sam grabbed one of those free magazines listing local housing for rent or buy.

"Couple of places in Kansas that are for sale. We'd be closer to Bobby, too. Sioux Falls is only about 6 and a half hours from here."

Sam nodded at Dean and Dean smiled.

"You sure you wanna live in Kansas?" Dean smirked at Sam; who had a stone-serious face on.

"Yeah, why not?"

"Why, Sammy? I dunno. Sorta a been there, done that typa' thing?"

"Dean, where haven't we been?"

"Point taken." Dean laughed and stroked his hand through Sam's hair after they climbed back into the car.

Dean leaned onto Sam's shoulder and poked at the magazine. Sam peeked under Dean's finger and saw the red two story house with bay windows and sliding glass doors on either side.

"Good choice, De. It's in…" Sam scanned the paragraph and found the address. "It's in Norton, Kansas. Which is about…" Sam calculated and looked over the mental map of Kansas he had in his head "It's about 5 hours away. Approximately."

"Wow, Mr. Map. I guess having you on the road will come in handy." Dean kissed Sam's cheek and whispered 'geek' into Sam's ear before returning to driving his car.

They started driving towards Norton with the windows down the whole way. Dean sneaked a peek at his brother after about 2 hours of driving. Every couple of minutes Dean would glance over and smile for a minute. Sam never turned his head to look at his brother, or asked Dean what he was staring at. Half an hour after Dean started staring, Sam stared out the window and simply stated.

"This is torture for you isn't it?" Dean could hear the smirk in Sam's voice.

"Yes. It sucks not being able to touch you."

"Good." Sam finally turned to his brother and smiled. "I love teasing you; I think it's my favorite thing about 'us' so far."

They finally arrived at the house at Norton, and parked the Impala across the street. Dean turned the ignition off and turned toward Sam.

"What are ya thinkin', Sammy? You like it?"

"Love it, Dean. Isn't it too much?"

"I've been thinking about that the whole way here. No, it won't be. Not as long as we both get jobs. Or I could get two…"

"No, jerk, you're not getting two jobs."

"Just tryin' to take care of you, Princess."

They went to the front door. No one answered. There were no cars in the drive way, and no one around.

"Wadda we do now?" Sam said, cupping his hands around his eyes and looked into the window of the door.

"Wanna go inside?"

"How? We-"

Dean pulled out his lock pick and shrunk to his knees. He played with the lock while Sam kept watch, looking for neighbors peeking out their windows. Dean finally got it open, with the door opening with a 'pop'.

They went inside and the house was absolutely perfect. Three bedrooms, a bathroom on each floor, and a modern wooden stair case; fully furnished, complete with stove, fridge, washer, dryer, and everything.

"Is it possible to fall in love twice in one week?" Sam said as he held his arms out.

Dean grabbed Sammy up and kissed him deeply.

"If you like it, this is our new home, baby. I will do everything in my power to make this ours." Dean said with a smile.

Dean called the realtor and talked him down in price, negotiating what it would take to move in sometime this week. The realtor explained that it wouldn't be a problem as long as he had cash in hand.

"We're movin' in, this week, Sammy."

"Now to tell our wives." Sam and Dean locked the door behind them, joining hands in the impala when they got there.