Home

Disclaimer: As usual, I own nothing and everything belongs to Kripke. Lucky fuck.

Muse Songs: Cover my eyes – Big Smo, Home - Gabrielle Aplin, Soldier – Gavin Degraw

Sams POV

They say home is where your heart is, and that couldn't be more true. Sam had never grown up in a house, he'd never had the same friends for years or went to the same school for longer than a few months. He didn't have a normal roof over his head, spending some nights in the Impala or moving from motel to motel. But the truth was, he never needed any of that. He had his home, and it truly was where his heart was.

He couldn't help but smile when he thought of that saying... Home is where your heart is. Curled up in the bed, his head resting on his brothers chest he released a soft sigh. Home. It didn't matter to him where he went, as long as Dean was at his side he was home. God if Dean knew how his thoughts were going, he'd call him samantha and tell him to stop with the chick flick moments... yet.. He didn't mind it, the teasing jibs that his brother took at him. He knew that deep down his brother felt the same, it was one thing that they had that the demons... the monsters.. the bad guys didn't have.

"What are you smiling about?" Came the rough voice of his brother, which just made his smile grow even more. "You." He replied, peeking up as Dean groaned. Yes he sometimes messed with his brother on purpose, it was part of his job as the younger brother. "Chick flick moments, Sam. We have a rule for this." Dean growled, pushing at Sam until he rolled over and off of his brother. Sam laughed and grabbed ahold of his brother when he tried to escape the bed. "We do." He agreed, wrapping his arms around Deans waist.

"But you are my home." He added after a moment, when Dean had quit struggling. When his brother collapsed back against him, Sam laughed and pressed a kiss to his neck. "Quit." Dean grumbled, pushing weakly at Sam. "Never." He replied, squeezing his brother tighter. "Not until you admit I'm your home too." He added, and pulled Dean so he was laying next to him. "If I refuse?" Dean questioned, and Sam shook his head. "Well then you'll be stuck here all day." He informed his brother, rolling to lay down on top of Dean and rested his chin on his brothers chest.

He could only see his brother in his future, be it as his lover or just his brother.. but either way he'd always be his home, his friend, his confidant, his companion... his De. He wouldn't want to change it for anything in the world, not even if he was offered a normal childhood. He just needed his De and he'd be happy.

Deans POV

Dean looked at his brother as he lay ontop of him, as if he was so comfortable there.. so familiar there. Shaking his head he let out a huff and rolled his eyes, his brother could be stubborn as fuck and he knew it. "Never." He replied, absolutely refusing to admit what they both knew to be true. He had known for years that Sam was his home, his anchor... the one thing that could pull him back from the edge. Hell he'd done it many times over, and he knew that he'd pulled Sam back a few times.

Even when he'd gone dark side, he'd not really wanted to hurt his brother... he just wanted these feelings to go away, the feeling that he owed Sam some apology for what had gone down. Even now as he glanced down at the mark of cain he frowned. "Don't." Sam commanded, pressing a kiss to his shoulder drawing his gaze back from the mark. "Don't what?" He questioned, lifting one hand to run it over his brothers head, petting him almost. "Brood." Sam replied, leaning into the touch. Dean had never been the most affectionate, and even now he was hesitant... unsure.

"I won't" He promised his brother, running his fingers through Sams hair once again. "We should probably get up." He added after a moment, and watched as Sam offered him a soft smile. "Ah, yes." Sam agreed and rolled to get up. Dean rolled his eyes at his brother and he too sat up. "You...uh you meant it right?" Sam questioned, so quiet that he almost didn't hear. "I meant it." He assured, reaching out for Sam and pulling him closer before pressing a kiss to the side of his head.

He knew that he would have trouble with this.. these feelings, thoughts... processing the fact that his brother would eventually want sex... The fact he even offered to try this still baffled him, but then he'd do anything for his Sammy. So what if this was just another thing that he'd do for his Sammy, his brother... He had died for him, so what was a little incest next to that? God he was going to hell for sure.

"You're my weak spot." He teased, echoing what he'd said once before as he wrapped a arm around Sams waist. Of course his words resulted in Sam shoving him, and laughing. "What?" He questioned, pulling his brother closer again. "It's true. I love ya too much dude." He finished with a roll of his eyes, laughing when Sam pounced on him and started to tickle him. "Take it back." Sam ordered, and continued laughing. Dean wrapped his legs around Sams waist and flipped them, pinning Sams hands down to the bed and kneeling over him. "Never, Bitch" He replied, leaning over his baby brother.

"God, you're such a jerk." Sam growled, bucking up trying to dislodge him. "Ahh Sammy sammy. That aint gonna work." Dean tsked, and shifted his weight to lean down over Sam even more. He could admit – objectively – that his brother was good looking.. but now as he looked down into those green eyes he had to admit that his brother was... beautiful.


A/N: Next chapter will be the ending people. Like I said before, this was just a 'Dean fucks up' kind of fanfic. I may be working on a new idea for a fanfic now that i have a NEW new laptop(Other one crashed...stupid rebuilt piece of shit)