Warning: this chapter contains smut! It's quite soft and fluffy but I thought I should tell you just in case smut isn't your cup of tea :)
Their lips slowly parted and Sam's eyes flickered up to meet Dean's. Dean stared at him in complete awe for a moment before grabbing Sam's face and pushing their lips back together. This kiss was more desperate than the first. It was as though everything had suddenly fallen into place in their heads. Sam realised that this really was what he wanted; he didn't want anyone else, only the man in his arms right now. And Dean saw that, for a reason he did not want to think all that deeply about in fear of unravelling its mysteries, Sam was the one he belonged with. They had hardly met but Dean felt as though he had known him all his life.
Without even thinking about it, Sam slowly shuffled them towards his bedroom. After almost falling through the door they collapsed down together on the bed. Their lips moved in perfect sync, moulding together. As Sam's eyes fluttered closed, Dean gently held his face with his hands. He rolled Sam over until he was straddling him, their mouths still pressed together. Carefully Sam reached between them, undid Dean's belt and slid his hands up the other man's back. The feeling of cool hands sent shivers down Dean's spine as his own hands found themselves tangled in Sam's soft hair. He tugged gently and a small moan escaped Sam's lips, causing Dean to smile into the kiss. Sam's hand slipped back around to Dean's torso and began unbuttoning his shirt, his movements becoming more desperate. Once his shirt was open Dean gently shrugged it off his shoulders before opening up Sam's shirt as the younger man's hands fluttered down his back until they finally rested on Dean's hips, gently tugging at the hem of his jeans before unbuttoning them and pulling them down Dean's legs.
Dean's fingers traced the muscles on Sam's chest as his lips trailed kisses down his neck, causing Sam to gasp slightly. Dean made his way further down Sam's body until his breath ghosted his hips. His eyes flickered up to meet Sam's before smirking to himself and swiftly pulling his jeans from his legs and discarding them to the floor. He kept eye contact as his fingers grazed the top of Sam's boxers for a moment before pulling them off too. Dean's eyes scanned over Sam's body, that smirk never once leaving his lips. Sam stared at him in a half daze for a few moments before reaching a hand over to the bedside drawer pulling out a bottle of Vaseline. Dean took the bottle and squeezed some onto his fingers. He lent down and kissed Sam softly before slowly slipping his fingers inside him, coiling them slightly. Sam's eyes widened as he stared up into Dean's perfect eyes and a moan fell from his lips. Once Dean felt Sam was comfortable and relaxed he removed his fingers, slipped his own boxers off and gently replaced them with his now almost painful erection. Sam's fingers gripped onto the sheets as Dean thrust inside him, their eyes never once breaking contact. Dean brushed his hands across Sam's chest and Sam's arms wound around Dean waist. The younger man's hips pushed up slightly with every one of Dean's thrusts, making a low moan burst from Dean's mouth and his fingers dig into Sam's chest. He felt himself coming close as he stared down at Sam's face which held an expression that could only be described as pure love. The sight of Sam's almost innocent eyes was what finally pulled Dean over the edge. They released together in unison with one final shout of each other's names.
After a moment, Dean gently rolled himself off Sam and lay on his back next to him. For a while, nothing was heard apart from the sounds of both men breathing heavily. But eventually Sam broke the silence, not wishing for the amazing situation he was in to turn awkward.
"Wow" he breathed out, an unbreakable smile sitting on his lips as he turned his head to look at Dean. The other man said nothing but as his head turned and his eyes met Sam's, everything stopped. There it was… the very image which Sam had seen of Dean in his first dream; Dean's face looking towards him, his lips smiling gently, and his beautiful green eyes glistening slightly in the rays of sun seeping through the window as it disappeared under the horizon. His skin glistening slightly in a thin layer of sweat and his body was bathed in a golden glow. Slowly, Sam leant forward and pressed their lips together. It said everything Sam knew he would never be able to find the words to explain; thank you, we belong together, this is how it's meant to be, I know you feel this too. As Sam's eyes gently drifted shut with his back pressed against Dean's chest, the two men slipped into sleep. The 'I love you' never spoken, but most definitely hanging in the air.
