Oh god, I completely forgot about my running fics and I'm so ashamed for not updating this story for like... years or something T.T
So yeah, I wanted to give this story the end it deserved, and here it is. Finally.
I would like to apologise to my readers for making you wait for so long. Adult life kinda caught up with me, and in my spare time I mostly focus on cosplay instead of writing these days. But anyway, thank you so much for reading the story, it really means a lot to me.

Lots of love, Tearsbehindthemask

"Sammy? Wake up, Sammy."
Sam muttered something incomprehensible and pressed his face closer towards the heat that warmed his already rosy cheeks.
"Sammy, I'm really sorry, but I need to take a leak."

Sam opened his eyes and blinked a couple of times to chase the sleep away.
"What…?"
When Sam's brain could finally start processing the situation he was in, he noticed that two bright green eyes, full of adoration, were turned his way. It was only then that Sam noticed that in his sleep, he had thrown half of his body over the man who was lying next to him, and had completely restricted this man's movements by doing so. He was on his stomach, right cheek on Dean's chest, and left arm and leg holding his brother down.

"Can't we just stay like this a little longer?" Sam whispered, his eyes gleaming mischievously.
"No, can't do, babe. I really need to get out."
Dean smiled, lifting Sam's arm off of his stomach, and placed a soft kiss on his little brother's lips.
"Okay, okay…" Sam chuckled, and he moved his leg off of Dean.
Dean jumped up and reached the bathroom in less than a second, and accidentally slammed the door behind him.
"Sorry!" came a muffled voice from bathroom.

Sam suppressed his giggles, burying his face into Dean's pillow, and breathed in deeply. Smelling Dean on the pillow filled Sam with a feeling of safety, it felt as if Dean was still in bed with him.
The sound of the toilet flushing announced Dean's actual return, and as Sam looked over his shoulder he sucked in his breath at the sight of Dean's muscular, naked body.
"Do you like what you see?" Dean asked smirking.
It amused Dean greatly to see Sam staring at his body like many women had done before him. Big deer-eyes, lips slightly parted, and breath visibly catching in his throat…
"I… I do." Sam muttered, his gaze moving up to meet Dean's beautiful green eyes again.
"So do I."

Dean sat down on the bed and tenderly kissed the naked brunet on his bed.
"I've been waiting to kiss you for so long, Sammy." Dean whispered, his breath warm against Sam's lips.
"I can't imagine how I've survived without it." Sam replied, feeling the burning in his cheeks.

Sam moved closer to Dean and rested his head on his brother's leg.
Dean started stroking Sam's hair slowly and tenderly, as if he was afraid that he would damage an expensive work of art if he wasn't careful enough; and they sat together in a peaceful silence.

"So… What now?" Sam muttered, tracing scars on Dean's thighs with his fingers.
Dean stared at the dirty motel room carpet and sighed.
"I don't know, Sammy. What do you want?"
Dean looked at his brother and Sam recognised the worry in his eyes.
"You were really upset last night, Sam… I'm not sure whether I made the right choice in what I did. I feel like I've taken advantage of you."
"No! No, Dean, you didn't! I just… I…"

Sam's voice trailed off and there was an uncomfortable silence in which Sam stared at the bedsheets.
"You what, Sam?"
"It's… It's wrong…"
Dean waited for Sam to look at him and gently cupped his chin when he didn't.
"Hey, Sammy. I know you haven't had sex for quite a while, but I didn't know you were all about celibacy these days."

Sam blinked, uncomprehending.
"Sex ain't wrong, Sammy. Look at how much you enjoyed it. That can't be wrong, right?"
Sam slapped Dean's hand away and growled.
"You're not taking me seriously!"
"Ah, come on Sam! You know I'm just joking…"
"Yeah, I know you're joking! And that means you don't actually care about what I think…"
"Sammy, stop."

Dean interrupted Sam by pressing his lips on Sam's, holding him close, waiting for Sam's weak resistance to melt into surrender and wanting. He teared his lips away from his little brother's and held him at an arm's length.
"I know what's worrying you. And yes, it worries me too. Is it okay to feel like this about your brother? Is what we did last night wrong, is it sick?"
Sam swallowed hard and blinked away the tears threatening to emerge.
"But you know what, Sammy? I really don't give a crap. I can finally tell you how fucking much I care about you. I can finally touch you, like I was never able to, but always wanted to do. You are finally mine, even more than you used to be. And if that is wrong, then they can drag me right back to hell again after I have lived my life as a sinner together with you."

Sam didn't want Dean to see the tears rolling onto his cheeks, so he threw himself at his brother and wrapped his arms around him.
"I… I think you're right." he said hoarsely. "I… I can't lose this either. I just don't think I can deal with that. And… if we're going down, we're going down together, right?"
Dean found Sam's hands and made sure he could look into his brother's teary eyes before resting his forehead against Sam's.
He smirked.

"You're damn right, we are."