Sean just grinned and said goodbye driving away. Sam didn't say a word the whole way to their house. 'He has my hair... blue eyes... my chin...he's taller as me... he's... me!'

"Yeah Sammy... he's just look like you... and you haven't noticed any moment, have you? You didn't get anything..."

"What are you talking about, Dean?? And how do you know what I was thinking??"

"I know you Sammy, I just got involved with Sean first place because he looks just like you, and has your most of your personality... When Sean met you, he understood everything and was ok with that, he was helping me to make you realize that you're in love with me too..."

Sam helped Dean out of the car and took him home. He took off his clothes and put him laid on the couch and went to get the first aid kit. He returned and was on his knees cleaning the wounds hearing Dean hiss.

"Stop hissing!"

"Can't help it alright? It hurts!" Dean whined.

Sam was concentrated cleaning and a while later he was the one who first spoke.

"So... you won't finish explaining?" he said taking his hair off his eyes and not taking his eyes off the wounds.

"What do you want to know?"

"Everything"

"Well... the whole Sean's story is true... I haven't lied... well... actually... nothing was a lie, me, Sean, the journal-"

"The journal?!"

"Yeah..."

"You let it here on purpose??"

"I did... I wanted you to read it... to know how I felt about everything"

"I didn't want to know about your sexual life with Sean!!"

"Well... not everything I wrote there was with Sean... Some were... and some were-" And Dean stops speaking blushing hard.

"Were what?"

"Well... they were... things I... wanted to do with you or... dream about them... but I'm not telling you which were"

That was Sam's turn to blush.

"So-So-So... those-those parts that-that y-you wrote saying calling him... again... was... m-me?"

"Yeah... There were a few times I called you when I was with Sean...and he noticed.... but never said anything..."

Sam finished cleaning the wounds and sat on the floor with his head down, hair hiding his eyes.

"I knew all the times you took it to read... I always checked the positions I left the journal..."

"You WHAT???" this time Sam looked at him redder as ever.

"Sam you never knew how to be discreet... and... as far as I'm concerned... you got a little turned on with what I wrote..." Dean said smiling.

Sam could only move his lips.

"Don't be silly... I feel flattered..." Dean said pulling Sam and kissing him.

They stopped kissing and Sam was still blushing turning his head to hide his face.

"Don't be silly! Look at me..." Dean said lifting Sam's chin. "

I fell like I'm an idiot..." He finally said.

"Why?"

"Because... everything was so obvious and I didn't notice!"

"Just because you didn't want to face the truth..."

"What truth?"

"You love me... and I love you... Sam, we've been through a lot of things, we've seen awful things too, and now, I don't care anymore what people will say... they won't believe, and if they do, they'll think we're freaks anyway..." Sam just sighed and Dean spoke again "I just won't do anything if you don't want to, I'm not gonna push you or make you do something you don't want"

"But I do!" Sam said redder looking away and that make Dean laugh "That's good, because I want too" he said smiling.

They kissed again, Sam forgot about Dean's wound and put his hand on it making Dean break the kiss 'ouching'.

"Dean, I'm so sorry!!" Sam said worried.

"It's ok, Sam, don't worry... I think we should go to bed... you have classes tomorrow..."

"Ok... you're right..."

They were laid down side by side, Sam's left arm were touching Dean's right one, both were in silence then Dean felt Sam squeezing his hands and entwining their fingers making Dean smile, they looked at each other and Sam reached out to kiss Dean, touching his face.

On the next day, Dean woke up and found himself alone, he looked at the clock and almost had a heart attack when he saw it was almost noon. He called his job to tell that he was on accident when his friend told him that Sam went there to explain the situation, Dean smiled hearing this. He got up and went to the kitchen to fix something to eat, and finally giving up feeling too tired, he slept again, he woke up with Sam stepping out the bathroom.

"Hey sleepyhead, finally you're awake!" He said shyly.

"I felt so tired... these scratches sting..." Dean said touching them.

"I'm going to clean them again. Look I went to your job tell you're on an accident-"

"Yeah... I woke up a few hours ago and called Perce, he told me you went there... thanks..."

"No pro..." Sam said shyly "let me get the first aid kit"

A few minutes later Sam had finished cleaning it, "It's going to heal soon... the medicine is taking effect well, and cleaning at least twice a day it'll be ok soon" he said examining the wounds.

"I hope so..." Dean said looking at Sam's face.

He touched his cheek and pulled him for a kiss, hearing Sam sigh, he traced his brother lips with his tongue and taking the hint Sam opened his mouth letting Dean's tongue explore his mouth, his hand was caressing the back of Sam's neck and his hand was on Dean's tummy. They didn't rush this kiss, it was like show each other what they felt, when they broke the kiss, Sam shyly got the first aid kit and put it in place.

Dean spent the rest of the day watching TV and Sam studying. Later that night he closed his books and went to bed, Dean was already there, napping so he took the opportunity to take another look at his wounds. Dean noticed it but didn't move, he kept pretending he was asleep until Sam lay down and fall asleep bracing Dean by the waist and putting his head on his shoulder. Dean sighed contently and slept.

They never get any far than kissing and caressing each other, everytime that Dean tried something far than that, Sam stopped him, telling about the wounds and the healing, he could hurt Dean during it and got worse. Days had passed by and Sam was acting this way the whole time.

With Dean's wounds healed, he was back to work and Sam busy with college, exams was about to begin and he was studying like a mad man, so none of them could spend much time with each other, only during dinner, when both were at home at the same time so did a little chatting. On the last day of exams, Sam arrived at home and Dean had cooked dinner and prepared the table, plates and all.

"Hey! You did all this?" Sam asked smiling.

"Yeah, as you studied hard, I think we could have a nice dinner, you relax a bit"

"Great! I'm going to take a shower and we'll eat"

"Ok! Hurry, or the food will get cold!"

"Alright! Alright! I'm going!"

The brothers were happily talking during dinner, and making jokes, "So, when you'll get your grades? We need to celebrate them!"

"Don't rush things, Dean. I don't know if I did it well..."

"Of course you did! You worked your brain out here for 2 whole weeks! You're smart, Sam, of course you'll make it!" Dean said making Sam blush at the compliment.

"Thanks..." he said smiling.

Dinner's over, dishes cleaned, both were get ready to go to bed, Sam was unmaking the bed when Dean stopped behind him bracing by the waist and kissing the back of his neck. Sam felt Dean getting hard, he turned around and Dean kissed him whispering, "I missed you..." Sam smiled and spoke "I missed you too" and kissed again. Dean pushed Sam to the bed lying on him, he kissed Sam's neck tracing his tongue, making him moan, caressing his chest and playing with his nipples. Sam buried his fingers in Dean's hair while he traced kisses down his chest and tummy.

Sam tensed and held his breath.