ULTIMATE DISCLAIMER IN PROFILE AND CHAPTER 1!

ULTIMATE WARNING IN PROFILE AND CHAPTER 1!

AU, OOC. Bad words.

So, everyone, here is the reunion. Sam's feelings are hurt by Dean's absence, hence the warning for bad words.

And I'll only say this: the story is rated M for a reason. :D

Hope you'll like it! Enjoy!

The melody of the early birds filled the room, when Sam woke up again. Opening his eyes he saw the sun's beams light up the bedroom, falling on his blanket-covered form. He slowly sat up and rubbed the sleep out of his eyes. When he finally looked around, he was alone. Maybe he was dreaming the whole conversation? Or his feverish mind made up the imagination? But before he could wallow in despair, the bedroom door opened revealing a very familiar form.

Dean stepped in and closed the door. When he turned towards the bed, he jumped from surprise to see Sam awake then gulped from fear that visibly crept into his emerald eyes. He was wearing jeans and a plain white T-shirt, his hair was damp like he just came from the shower. Sam slowly stood up from the bed and went around it. He noticed his jacket, shirt and collar on the back of a chair and his shoes and socks under that, so he was left in his jeans and T-shirt, too. When he was one step away from Dean, he stopped and watched the man.

Dean just looked at him in wonder and fear, but then took a deep breath and spoke up in a whisper:

"Hey, Sam."

SLAP!

Dean's head shot to the right from the force of the hit. Sam was taking loud, deep breaths to keep himself calm, just staring at the red print of his hand on the man's left cheek. Dean stayed still, waiting for the explosion he so rightfully deserved.

"You went away" Sam started in a shaky, but calm voice. "You left me alone, made me lose the only person that I loved in my entire life…"

"Please…" Dean breathed looking up, but Sam wasn't finished.

"AND" Sam stressed infuriated, "all you can say now is 'Hey, Sam'?"

Dean remained silent, not wanting to anger the boy further. Now he somewhat understood what Sam felt when he attacked Sam that afternoon.

"You left me" Sam raised his voice, "and your only reason is that you're my brother, adopted at that? What the fuck were you thinking? I almost killed myself because YOU LEFT ME!" With that shout, Sam slapped the man again on the same spot, causing Dean to raise a hand to his sore cheek for a moment.

"I thought you were gonna hate me" Dean murmured dejectedly. "I didn't want you to leave me like that…"

"Leave you?" Sam hissed in rage. "I said that I won't ever leave you! And I didn't, not even after you attacked me! Not even when I got my sight back! And you still couldn't trust me to stay by your side? I trusted you with my feelings, I EVEN GAVE UP FOR YOU TO SEE MY OWN FATHER!" Sam screamed and his hand flew up to hit the man again, but Dean quickly caught his wrist. "Let me go, you sonovabitch!" Sam snarled as he started to struggle against Dean, who just swiftly wrapped his arms around him and pulled him closer. "Let me GO!"

"Shhh" Dean shushed the boy as he tucked Sam's head into his shoulder and held the squirming body tightly. Sam's fisted hands landed hard on his chest, causing surprisingly strong pain shoot up from those spots to his brain, but he didn't even wince. As he started rocking the enraged boy, Sam slowly calmed down and began sobbing harshly.

"Y-You lef-ft me-e" the boy stuttered out between uncontrollable gasps.

"And I'm never ever gonna forgive myself for doing that to you" Dean whispered into Sam's ear. "And I'll understand if you don't, either."

Long minutes later, Sam's sobs decreased in strength, turning into small hiccups and hitched inhales. He raised his head to look at the handsome face he saw so long ago. The handprint on the left cheek was almost blood-red against the pale cheek. When he brushed a thumb on the sensitive skin, a tiny furrow of pain appeared between Dean's eyebrows. The man tenderly wiped the tears from Sam's face, but new ones fell from the long-awaited kindness and touch. Dean pulled the boy's head down, his forehead nuzzling the other's temple. Sam's fingers on the man's chest traveled up and buried themselves into the blond spikes. Finally, Sam leaned forward and pressed his lips to Dean's fuller ones.

"Sam, wait!" Dean breathed when the boy pulled away. Sam looked at him, scared from rejection. "Are you sure?" Dean asked worriedly. Sam's answer was another kiss and a caress of his tongue on the man's lips. Dean obediently opened his mouth to invite the soft flesh in and Sam accepted it, curling his fingers tightly in the blond hair. When the man just let him do what he wanted, Sam pulled away.

"Please…" he begged breathlessly. "Just like before… Please…"

Dean looked into those beautiful hazel pools of love and felt confidence engulf him. When Sam slipped his hands under the man's T-shirt, Dean ripped the fabric off then tugged at Sam's, who hastily did the same. The feel of skin on skin was like the shot of a starting pistol.

Dean's arms twined around Sam like vines, while Sam's arms snaked around Dean's neck, pulling the man into a hard kiss. Dean turned them to the right and one of his hands slipped onto the boy's backside. Sam instantly jumped up and wrapped his legs around the man's waist, who than rushed forward and wedged him against the wall. All the while their tongues were working furiously on the other's mouth. Sam gripped Dean's shoulder tightly, digging his nails into the soft skin and hard muscle, while Dean weaved his fingers through the boy's brown locks, fisting them hard to control the kiss. Sam whined out a begging at that and dragged his nails down the man's back, leaving five red streaks behind. Dean growled in pleasure at the roughness of the boy's passion and thrust his tongue into the warmth of Sam's mouth, caressing the roof of it slowly and teasingly. His attempt proved to be successful: another set of streaks joined the others on his back.

Dean finally pulled away from the kiss and carefully slid them down to the floor, Sam's back still against the wall. The man shifted forwards, so his kneecaps touched the wall and Sam could sit in his lap comfortably. Their arms were still weaved around each other and they were panting harshly. Dean buried his head in Sam's neck, basking in the scent the boy's sweaty skin emanated from itself, while Sam slowly nuzzled the damp, blond hair.

"Sammy" Dean breathed in a low voice. The reaction he got was shocking to say the least: Sam let out a loud needy whimper and thrust his hips upwards the slightest bit. That got a cheeky smirk creeping onto Dean's face.

"Sammy" he repeated in a huskier voice. Sam's begging grew in volume and his hips almost shot up from their place. Dean lifted his head up to look at the boy's face.

Sam's eyes were shut from the pleasure he felt coursing through his veins and body. His thin lips were parted, gasping out fast, breathy moans and his brows were a bit furrowed in anticipation. Dean felt himself joining in the ecstasy of the boy just from the sight.

"You know, Sammy" Dean started in that husky voice, causing Sam to whine out loud and slide closer in search of friction. "I always loved this about you."

"W-Wha…" Sam gasped, but a rush of shiver cut off his words.

"When you're angry" Dean continued, nosing the sensitive skin on Sam's neck, just below his ear, "you get all hot and fiery to push me away, to punish me like that." Sam whimpered and moved again as Dean's hand slid forward, caressing the boy's side. The man's elbow brushed a hard length lightly, causing Sam to squirm. "But when your rage dissipates" Dean licked lightly the skin under Sam's ear with the tip of his tongue. The boy drew out a loud moan at the almost unnoticeable touch. "You just want my touch, want me to caress you, ending the punishment this way." Dean stroked Sam's stomach and side with his fingertips, causing the sensitive muscles to jump and spasm from the slightly ticklish, mostly teasingly pleasant touch. "And when I do it" Dean breathed even more huskily and Sam's panting moans quickened as his adrenaline climbed the mountain of pleasure fast, "all you say and sign to me is 'More, more, more!' And I can drag this out so much that in the end you will scream my name" Dean blew lightly on the skin under Sam's ear and let his fingers slip down on Sam's stomach, careful not to touch the boy's pride in any way. Sam let out a much louder moan from frustration and the flood of feelings that the man provided by his teasing. Finally, Dean leaned his head closer and whispered:

"Just like this."

His teeth enclosed around the boy's sensitive spot on his neck, not enough to break the skin, but hard enough for Sam to feel it.

"DEEEAN!" Sam screamed as the bite pushed him over the peek of the mountain he was steadily climbing all this time. He felt hotness engulf the front of his jeans and dribble down his length. His body went limp from the speed of the fall and his head tilted to the side, letting Dean nuzzle his neck and his submissive nature to come forward. Dean embraced him and pulled him closer; just the warm body was enough to follow Sam into the fall. As he calmed down, he realized that Sam was still locked in his limp body.

"Come on, Sammy!" he breathed softly. "Come back to me!"

Sam shuddered and raised himself into a sitting position with the man's help. When he looked at Dean and saw the slight worry in his eyes, he started sniffing and gasping. Dean pulled him into a comforting hug, letting the boy to cry out his hormones on his shoulder.

"Don't leave me… Don't ever…" Sam pleaded softly. Dean tightened his hold on the broken boy.

"I won't. I promise."

Sam emerged from the shower upstairs. He was still in a little awe that he got Dean back. And what a way he got him back… Sam felt a shy smile pull on the edges of his mouth and a blush darken his cheeks. One look at the mirror confirmed this. He gently dried himself with a soft towel, mindful about his still hyper-sensitive skin. He dug into his duffel bag for fresh clothes and dressing up he finally stepped out of the room.

Dean was waiting for him in the hallway, one shoulder leaning against the wall, his arms and ankles crossed and a smirk on his face. His emerald eyes leered at him wolfishly, but this look was alluring, not like that asshole back in the store… Sam blushed again and walked to the stairs to go downstairs. Dean followed him, but the moment the boy reached the bottom, he spun him around and kissed him gently. Sam answered instantly to those deliciously full lips and when his own mouth fired up from passion, Sam felt his back hit the wall.

"Deean!" Sam whined pulling away, but Dean just started kissing his neck. "I don't want to shower again so soon!" A giggle escaped him at the light lick on his neck.

Out of the blue a loud cough broke their moment, causing them to swiftly break apart. In the living room stood a tall, brown-haired man, his light-blue eyes filled with amusement. Sam hazily recognized him.

"And I don't want to loose my breakfast before even having it" Bryan commented with a smirk. Sam blushed furiously but Dean just rolled his eyes.

"Like you don't slobber all over your girlfriend in front of everyone" the man retorted smugly and pressed a firm kiss on Sam's lips before pulling the boy away from the wall. As they walked closer, Sam noticed that Bryan was a couple of inches taller than himself and felt some fear creep into his heart at that. His hand hastily searched for Dean's, who looked at him worriedly, but the boy couldn't look away from the stranger.

"It's okay, Sammy" Dean wrapped an arm around Sam, caressing away the trembles in the boy's body. "Bryan wouldn't hurt you. He's just a big puppy. And he would have to go through me to get you" he added with a half-hearted, sharp glare to Bryan. Bryan held his hands up unthreateningly and with an understanding smile then stepped in front of the pair. One look at Dean got him a nod and Bryan slowly embraced the frightened boy before him. Sam slowly raised his arms and wrapped them around the taller man, but his memory quickly supplied the data for the guy. Bryan was the brunette, who took care of him when he was sick!

Sam felt tears gather in his eyes at the close-call with Death, and tightened his hold on Bryan a little.

"Thank you" he breathed shakily.

"You're welcome" Bryan whispered back without hesitation. Sam couldn't hold back the soft sob that managed to escape from him, Bryan, though, was quick to shush him. When they pulled back, Sam hastily wiped his tears away and leaned into Dean's waiting arms. Dean pressed a kiss onto his cheek to comfort him.

The moment was interrupted by a sharp gasp and a small form leaping into Sam's arms. The boy caught the person out of reflex, who hugged him tightly with a relieved giggle. When Sam finally looked down, he saw Julia's black hair and forest-green eyes decorating the porcelain face.

"I'm so happy you're okay" Julia said with a huge smile. Sam lifted the girl up in a hug with a laugh and spun her around, making Julia laugh out loud. Dean and Bryan just watched the two with fond smiles on their faces.

"So" Julia spoke up, "who wants breakfast?"

TBC

So how did I do? This is the first time I wrote something like this, so can you tell me if it's alright?

Oh, and the URL of Bryan will be in my profile shortly. It's probably up by the time you read this.

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