All I Need

A/n: Yes thats right, two chapters in two days. I'm on a roll. Not. Anyways reviews would be great.
Warning: Sex scenes in this chapter.
Disclaimer: I own nothing, even though it'd be great to own Sam and Dean. -cackles- Lucky Kripke. D:

Sam woke up with Dean spooning him, his arm was draped over Sams waist, and his other arm was folded under his head. Sam smiled, and shifted around slowly, mindful of his bruised ribs. It took a few moments before he was facing his brother, and a slight smirk played across his face. As he lay there, watching his brother who was still asleep he realized that all he needed to survive this cruel world, the world where he'd watched so many he knew and cared for die... was his brother. If he had Dean, then he would survive, through whatever life threw at them. He reached out with one of his hands and grasped his brothers hand, his free hand brushed lightly over his brothers face. In a 'chick flick moment' Dean was just so gorgeous as he slept, the years of stress seemed to be erased as he slept. He was so innocent looking, of course that was anything but the truth. Even Sams brief touch was a risk, for the hunter senses both of them had could result in violent reactions when waking after being disturbed. Call it survival instincts perhaps?

Whatever it was, could prove dangerous should enough pressure be applied into the touch. Thus was the reason Sams hand caressed Deans face lightly. A barely there touch, as he allowed his eyes to study his brothers face. Watching as his breathing changed and he woke, eyes pulling open causing Sams breath to catch for a moment. When Dean opened his eyes, it allowed for the briefest of moments a chance to see all the emotions he was feeling at the moment before the mask slipped down so to speak. What Sam saw was love, unconditional love. As well as comfort before he allowed his eyes to focus. "Mmm Morning Sam." Dean mumbled before noticing their position and begin to tug at his hand while pulling his brother closer to him and pressing his lips against Sams. Sam smirked as he was pulled closer, it seemed that Dean was in a good mood, a rare mood considering. Dean rolled over so he hovered above his brother, his tongue ran across Sams bottom lip, begging for entrance which was gladly granted. As his tongue explored Sams mouth he moved one hand down his brothers side, tweaking a nipple through his shirt on the way down before slipping under the hem of the shirt. He caressed the skin there for a moment before his hand began to move up again, bringing the shirt with it. Pulling away from the kiss he pecked his brother on the lips again before pulling the shirt off of him and moving to his neck.

He began to pepper kisses along it, before moving to more sensual kisses, lightly nipping and sucking on Sams neck. He smirked when his brother moaned beneath him. "Mmm Dea" Dean pulled back and gave a sly smirk "Yes?" He asked, pulling a total innocent look as his hand caressed and rubbed his brothers chest; stopping to play with his nipples every few trips. "More..." Sam moaned as Dean moved lower, taking one of Sams nipples into his mouth, circling it with his tongue and lightly biting it. Sam arched into his touch and placed a hand on Deans head pushing slightly. Pulling away he grinned "Impatient are we?" He asked while Sam groaned "Deaaaaaa" A low chuckle was released before he returned to his ministrations while his hand slipped beneath Sams boxers and grasped his shaft. "DEA!" Sam cried out as he arched again, Dean smirked and began to stroke him, slow at first but the pace quickly increased. His free hand slipped down as well, pushing the boxers down one handed was slightly difficult. Moving down with his mouth he pulled his hand away before grinning and swallowing Sam whole. Sams hips thrust forward almost gagging Dean, so he moved his hands to pin his brothers hips down as his head began to bob, hallowing out his cheeks as he did so. On the up motion he allowed his tongue to circle the head before he went down again, only to swallow around Sams prick or hum. "Dea!" Sams hand clenched around what little hair dean had as his hips tried to thrust up. Dean knew his brother was getting close, so he shifted around using one arm to pin his brothers hips as the other drifted lower. Pulling back from Sams dick he quickly soaked his fingers in saliva before returning to his previous ministrations, only giving Sam time to whimper at the loss.

Glancing up he hummed around Sam causing him to gasp and arch again, but none the less he looked down at dean. Dean studied his brothers eyes as his head bobbed, before circling his brothers puckered entrance with a slick finger. Sam blinked and stared at dean, a question forming in his eyes as he gasped and moaned. As Dean slowly pressed the finger into him, up to the first knuckle he gasped out in pain. Dean released him and leaned up, peppering kisses across his face. "Shhh its ok babe. Breath. We can stop if you want to." Sam shook his head at deans words. "No...I want this" He whispered, before pulling Dean into a heated kiss as Dean continued to work his finger inside of him. When they finally broke Dean searched his eyes again before nodding "If you're sure babe." He replied. Sam nodded "I am. I want this, make me yours." "Always." Dean whispered, kissing his brother again before inserting another finger, pausing as Sam winced. He let Sam get used to the feeling of the intrusion before he began to scissor them. He slipped down his brother again and took him into his mouth again, wanting to give Sam pleasure during this considering he knew this was his brothers first time. He continued to hum around Sam, feeling as he clenched around the fingers before his dick pulsed and he started cumming, dean swallowed it all of course. Kissing his way up his brother he kissed him deeply, slipping in another finger and slowly began stretching him even more. Sam pulled away from the kiss and gasped out "Dea, i'm ready please...mooooreee" The last word was moaned as Deans fingers brushed his prostate. Dean smirked at this and looked down at him "You sure?" Sam nodded and dean pulled his fingers out gently. Sam whimpered at the loss. "Shh its alright babe." Reaching into the nightstand he pulled out lube, something that he always had which used to annoy Sam but at the moment, Sam didn't seem to be complaining. Dean slicked up his hard member, before shifting and positioning himself at his brothers entrance. "This'll hurt, you gotta relax and i'll go slow." He warned, Sam nodded his consent and took a deep breath releasing as Dean pushed into him. At Sams scrunched face, a sign of pain he stopped and waited as his brother let out breath after breath, before relaxing. Dean placed a kiss on his brothers face as he slowly pushed in more, stopping at any sign of discomfort. This went on until he was fully seated. Leaning down he kissed his brother again, slipping his tongue into Sams mouth and moaning into the kiss. All to soon he broke it "God sammy, so tight." He forced himself to remain still, to wait for his brothers consent to move.

It turned out he didn't have to wait long "Move" Sam whispered, lifting his hips to get Dean into action. Dean gasped, and slowly pulled out before pushing in again slowly. It started out slow, very slow as he didn't want to hurt his brother. "Dea, faster." Sam groaned, moving in sync with his brother. Dean nodded "Anything." He whispered as his pace increased. Leaning down he began to kiss, suck and nip his brothers throat, making sure to keep his thrusts at a set pace. It wasn't easy, with Sam moaning out his name, clutching at his sides and back...god. As his thrusts increased he could feel his orgasm growing, shifting he balanced on one arm as the other snuck between them and began to stroke Sam in time to his thrusts. The moans and cries of pleasure from Sam increased. "Cum with me Sammy." Dean whispered into his brothers ear. "Oh god...DEAAAAAA" Sam cried as he exploded, milking Dean for all he was worth in the process. Dean continued to thrust through their orgasms, slowing until he gently pulled out of his brother and flopped to the side, pulling Sam into his chest. "I love you, Sammy." He said, planting a kiss on the back of Sams neck. "Mmm I love you too, Dea." Dean was all sam needed, and Sam was all dean needed. It was just a way of life. Dean smiled as he wrapped a arm around his brothers waist. I could never live without him. Was the last thing Dean thought before he drifted off shortly after his brother, his lover and friend.

Dean woke a few hours later, in a similar position that Sam had woken to that morning, except that Dean was on his back with his arm curled around Sam from under him, holding him to his chest. Sams head was resting on his shoulder and his breath tickled his neck with each exhale. Sam had an arm thrown over his waist, as well as curled up on his chest with his hand splayed out. Dean couldn't help but smile and press a kiss to the crown of Sams head. The arm that was curled around him moved as he began to run his fingers through his brothers hair. Sam moaned in his sleep and shuffled closer to Dean, letting out a content sigh that sounded a lot like 'Dea' His face nuzzled into Deans chest and his arm tightened, causing dean to chuckle slightly. He was adorable when he slept. He allowed a smile to spread across his face as he held his brother, not having the heart to disturb him.

About thirty minutes later Sam woke, yawning as he did and nuzzling into Deans chest. As he inhaled he caught scent of the gun powder, leather, sweat, sex and dean. Opening his eyes he slowly took in his surroundings, realizing he was curled up against Deans chest he tightened his arm and pressed several kisses to Deans chest before looking up into those eyes, eyes that could make his knees go weak with one look. Yet they were the same eyes that could show such cold hated, and disappointment. He was well acquainted with the latter. "Morning...well afternoon, sleepy head." He heard and felt his brothers chest vibrate with silent laughter. "Dea." Was all he said in reply before stretching up to press his lips against deans, which of course deepened. Deans tongue ran across Sams bottom lip, begging for entrance which was of course given happily. As his tongue explored Sams mouth his hand moved down his brothers back, and then up again before tangling in Sams shaggy hair. After what seemed forever they were forced apart by the need for air, however Dean only pulled back and moved to Sams neck and Sam gasped for air. Sams arms wrapped around his brothers body, tugging him over his own body. As their cocks rubbed together they both moaned, Sam slightly louder then his brother at Deans ministrations. "Dea...we gotta stop. Case and such." Sam gasped out. As loathe as Dean was to admit it, his brother was right and he reluctantly rolled off to the side, kissing Sam lightly once more. "I hate when your right, College boy." Dean complained. Sam smirked "One of us has to be smart Dea." He replied caressing his brothers face. "Later, I promise." He added when he saw the start of his brothers rare pout, one he did when he didn't get his way. "I'm holding you to that, Sammy." Dean replied before allowing Sam to roll away from him. He watched Sam wince when he sat up, and rolled towards his brother. "You ok?" He asked as an arm wrapped around Sams waist, keeping him from standing. "Yea, just a little sore. I'll be fine." Sam replied, reaching down and grasping Deans hand that had wrapped around his waist, squeezed it and then stood up. "Ima go take a shower." He said after turning to face dean. "Can I join you?" Dean asked, allowing a sexy smirk to play across face. Sam shook his head "We both know that there wont be any cleaning if ya come with me Dea." Sam replied. "Cum with you? Hm sounds like a plan." "Dean..." "Fine fine. Go take your shower Samantha, I'll wait my turn." "Good boy, Love you." "Love ya too, Sammy." Sam turned and walked into the bathroom, a few minutes later Dean heard the shower.

Dean sat up on the bed and ran a hand through his hair, since when did he become all mushy around Sam? He was suppose to be closed off emotionally, cold hearted and even cruel at times. However he supposed Sam had always brought out his soft side. It must have been the fact he'd practically raised his brother, and they knew each other better then anyone else. He'd kill if it'd keep Sam safe and with him. As he sat there, listening to the shower he allowed his mind to drift.

*Flashback*

"Doctor check his wound again would ya?" Dean asked as he paced the room, watching his brother as he held gauze to the wound a Croatoan infected person inflicted. He feared that Sam had been infected, and that would be bad. The doctor continued to just stand there, and when Sam looked up at him from his staring at the floor Dean turned to the doctor. "Doctor!" He said sternly, causing her to jump. "Whats she even examining him for? You saw what happened." Sarge said. "Did her blood actually enter your wound?" The doctor asked Sam. "Come on! Of course it did!" Sarge interrupted. "We don't know that for sure!" Dean replied, anger lacing his tone. How dare this guy suggest that his brother was infected. If that was true he'd have to... he'd have...he didn't even wanna think about it. "We can't take a chance!" Duane said. "You know what we have to do." Sarge agreed. "Nobody is shootin my brother" Dean said, tone holding finality. He would take out anyone that tried. "Hes not going to be your brother much longer, you said it yourself." Duane argued. "Nobodys shooting anyone!" Dean replied, the anger in his tone growing. "You were going to shoot me!" Duane yelled. "You shut your pie hole or I still might!" Dean yelled back. "Dean, they're right." Sam said, his tone holding conviction, but sorrow as well. He didn't like seeing Dean so upset. Dean turned towards him as he continued. "I'm infected, just give me the gun and i'll do it myself." He finished. "Forget it." Dean replied. "Dean i'm not going to become one of those things!" This time Sams voice raised, why didn't Dean understand? "Sam we still got some time" Dean said, trying to reason with his brother. "Time for what? Look I understand hes your brother, and I'm sorry I am. But I gotta take care of this." Sarge said pulling out his gun and aiming it at Sam. "I'm only gonna say this one time. You make a move on him and you'll be dead before you hit the ground. You understand me? Do I make myself clear?" Dean interrupted, pissed that someone would even suggest shooting his brother. "Dean!" Sam tried. "Then what are we suppose to do?" Sarge interrupted. Dean looked at Sam before fishing out his cars keys. "Get the hell out of here thats what. Take my car, you've got the explosive theres an arsenal in there. You two go with him. You got enough fire power to handle anything now." He said tossing sarge the keys. "What about you." Sam was giving him a shocked, confused face. Dean looked at Sarge and then Sam and back at Sarge. Sarges face changed from confusion to understanding. "Dean no. No. Go with them." Sam said, his tone pleading. He wouldn't let his brother stay here, he didn't want to kill his own brother. "This is your only chance." He added.

"Yea well, you aren't getting rid of me that easily." Dean replied. "No hes right. Come with us." Sarge tried to convince him. But Dean had already made up his mind. If Sam was gonna turn, if he was infected then Dean was gonna be right there with him. Dean turned towards Sarge with a sad expression, Sarge nodded. It was clear that Dean wasn't gonna leave his brother. "Ok hes your funeral." Sarge said, turning and walking out of the room with the other two in tow. "I'm sorry Thanks for everything marshals." The doctor said. "Uh actually we're not really marshals." Dean replied. "Um...oh." The Doctor said as she walked out, and Dean locked the door behind her. Turning around he looked right at Sam, who looked pissed but the tears building in his eyes told Dean that he was scared. Dean gave him a sort of shrug "Wish we had a deck of cards. Or a fooze ball table or something." He said, looking away from Sams angry look. He slowly walked away from the door to stand in front of Sam. "Dean don't do this." Sam said, his voice soft and sad. "Just get the hell outta here." He added on, glancing towards the door. "No way" Dean replied, glancing around before looking into Sams pleading face. The tears that were building before were now threatening to spill over. Sam sucked in a deep breath, licked his lips and looked at Dean "Give me my gun, and leave." He said, looking at the door again.

"For the last time Sam...No." Dean replied, shaking his head as he held eye contact with Sam. After a few seconds he started to turn away. Sam got pissed, gritted his teeth before punching the table he was sitting on, causing Dean to turn and look at him. "This is the dumbest thing you've ever done." Sam said, anger lacing his tone but the tears that started to leak out showed he was scared, upset and well pissed. "I dunno bout that." Dean replied, avoiding looking at Sam. "Did you forget about that waitress in tampa?" Dean asked, trying to joke as he faked a shutter. "Dean i'm sick." Sam said, his tears flowing freely now. Dean sighed and looked at his brother. "Its over for me. It doesn't have to be for you." Sam added on when Dean didn't say anything. "No?" Dean asked. "No. You can keep going." Sam pleaded. "Who says I want to?" Dean asked. They stared at each other for a few moments. "What?" Sam finally asked, confusion thrown into the mix of emotions on his face. Dean turned away and walked over towards the wall, leaning against some medical equipment facing his brother. He reached behind him and pulled the gun from his waistband. "I'm tired Sam. I'm tired of this job. This life. This weight on my shoulders man, I'm tired of it." Dean replied. "So what, you're just going to give up?" Sam asked, he'd heard the tone his brother had spoken in. Never before had he known Dean to give up. Dean was a fighter, he had to keep going. "I mean, you're just going to lay down and die?" Sam asked. "Look dean I know the stuff with dad -" He started but Dean cut him off. "Your wrong." Sam looked at him, questions in his eyes. "Its not about dad." Dean continued. "I mean, part of it is sure." He added. "Then what is it about?" Sam asked, refusing to let Dean give up. However before they could respond, the doctor came back and told them they had to come see something...

*End flashback*

Dean came out of his thoughts at the sound of the bathroom door opening. "Dea?" Sam asked as he noticed his brother staring off into space. "Yea?" Dean asked, looking over to see Sam standing there with just a towel on. "Showers free." "Mk." "You ok?" "Yea Sam, just thinkin." "Did it hurt?" "Haha college boy." Dean stood up and walked towards the bathroom, and towards Sam."I was thinking about when Sarge almost shot you." He said before giving his brother a kiss, that started out chaste but deepened when he felt Sam tongue run across his bottom lip. Wrapping his arms around Sam he pulled him closer, their tongues battling for dominance as Deans hands roamed his brothers back. When they broke apart both were panting for breath. "I remember, you were being a stubborn jackass and refusing to leave, to save yourself." "Thats because I knew that I cant live without you. If you were going to have to die, then so was I." "Good thing it didn't come to that. Hm?" "Yea." Dean said, caressing his brothers face. "Good thing." He gave him a chaste kiss before moving past him and into the bathroom. He totally needed a cold shower.

Sam chuckled as his brother moved into the bathroom and turned on the shower. Shaking his head he went and got dressed before pulling out his Laptop and settling down on the bed, leaning against the headboard as he researched future hunts that they could do when they got done with this. However as he browsed news papers he gasped at what he saw 'Lilly Harrigan died last night due to a aneurysm. Funeral to be held on June 12th, and Beckers funeral home.' Closing the laptop, but not completly he stared at the bathroom door. She had died...so sudden. She'd been good a few days before when he'd seen her. Putting the laptop on the nightstand he stood and strode towards the bathroom. Pushing the door open he walked in "Dea?" He whispered. Dean barely heard him and turned towards him, at his expression he frowned. "Sammy, whats wrong?" Stepping out of the shower, not caring that he was soaked and nude he walked towards his Sammy. "Lilly died, its in the news paper... She died from a Aneurysm last night." Sam mumbled. Dean walked towards him and wrapped his brother in a hug, no matter how much death they dealt with it was always harder when little kids died. "Shh..." He said as Sam started to cry, burying his face into Deans neck and wrapping his arms around his brother, clinging to him. Neither cared that Sam was now soaked. All Dean cared about was comforting his brother, and all Sam cared about was loving Dean, because the girls death proved just how suddenly a loved one could go. "Make love to me, Dea?" He whispered in his brothers ear. "You sure?" Dean asked, pulling back slightly. He knew Sam had to be sore, considering it had been his first time. "Your already sore babe." "I don't care, I can take it. Dea, please. I need this. Her death, it proves it just proves that I could lose you, just as suddenly as they lost her. Please." Sam pleaded. Dean searched his brothers gaze before leaning in and pressing his lips against Sams. His tongue automatically pushed into Sams mouth as they battled for dominance, and for once Dean let Sam win. Dean moaned into the kiss as his hands wandered down his brothers back, slipping under the hem of his shirt before pushing it up. They broke from the kiss only long enough to strip off the shirt. When Dean moved back in he plundered his brothers mouth as his hands worked on Sams jeans, undoing the button and zipper before pushing them and the boxers down.

Gently pushing Sam back they backed towards the bed until Sams legs hit and he fell onto the bed, he'd already stepped out of his jeans and boxers along the way. Dean fell with him, but braced himself with his arms as he moved from Sams mouth to his neck. Kissing, nipping and sucking on it as his hands roamed his brothers chest. Playing with his nipples, Sam moaned and arched into Deans touch. His lips of course followed his fingers path as he moved down, sucking and biting Sams nipples gently, before circling them with his tongue. He did this to both of them, glancing up as Sams moans increased. Kissing lower he slipped off the bed, nipping at his brothers hip bone as he went lower. Once he reached Sams erection he took it into his mouth, sucking and bobbing as his cheeks hallowed. When he pulled back his tongue circled the head, and when he went down it caressed the underside of the prick, focusing on the vein there. After a few bobs he finally deep throated Sam, causing his brother to moan extra loud "Oh FUCK!" He cried out, his hips thrusting up. Dean chuckled before pinning Sams hips to the bed. Pulling back he released his brothers shaft with a audible pop. Sam whimpered at the lost of the moist hot heat around him. "Shh. Sammy, I wanna try something. If you want me to stop, just tell me ok?" Dean asked. "Yes, Dean." Sam moaned out as Dean continued lower, circling his brothers puckered entrance with his tongue causing Sam to gasp and jerk, but he didn't say stop. Thus Dean continued, and smirked as his brother moaned and began to wriggle on the bed.

Dean kept his brothers hips pinned, but allowed one hand to drift down as he stroked his brother just as his tongue began to push into his brothers entrance. Sam gasped in pain, and Dean stilled before he heard a moan of pleasure. As he started to thrust his tongue in and out of his brother he continued to stroke Sam, getting harder at his brothers gasps, moans and groans of pleasure. "Deaaaa" He moaned out as Dean continued, feeling his brothers channel clenching around his tongue and his prick pulsing. Dean continued to thrust his tongue in and out as his brother exploded, moaning out a "DEAAAAA!" As he came down Dean pulled his tongue out and crawled up, licking his brother clean. He continued to climb up his brother, leaning down and kissing Sam. As they broke apart Sam grinned at him. "Oh, that ain't all baby." Dean whispered as he began sucking on Sams neck, listening as Sam started moaning again, he reluctantly pulled away to fetch the lube from the nightstand before he slicked up three fingers. Following the path he had before he moved back down, smirking as he saw his brother was already hard again. Taking him in his mouth once more, he began to bob, hallowing his cheeks and circling the head. Once he had Sam moaning and wriggling again he slipped one slicked finger into his brothers entrance, pausing as Sam tensed. Instead of pulling back from Sams prick to comfort his brother, he decided to distract him. Moaning as he continued his ministrations, before swallowing around Sam. It worked, for his brother moaned and began to relax as his hips tried to thrust up. Dean moved his finger around for several moments before slipping in another, scissoring him open.

Sam was already somewhat loose from the tongue fucking he'd gotten, but Dean wanted to make sure he was really loose, god forbid he cause Sam unnecessary pain. He'd never forgive himself if he did that. As he pushed the third finger in and began to stretch Sam, his brother began to get impatient. "God damnit Dean, quit fucking around and fuck me." He growled out, causing Dean to smirk. "Your wish, my command." Dean replied, pulling his fingers out and slicking up his hard member before crawling up Sam. "I love you." He said, kissing Sam deeply as he began to ease into his brother. Stopping every few inches to give Sam time to adjust. Once he was fully seated he stopped and waited, pulling back from the kiss and searching his brothers eyes. At Sams nod he began to thrust, slowly. Sam wrapped his legs around Deans waist and began to meet his thrusts, this wasn't a fast, hard fuck no.. they were making love. Dean continued to plant kisses over Sams face, and neck as he thrust into his brother, slowly and evenly. He aimed to brush his brothers prostate with each thrust, causing Sams orgasm to grow quickly. "God, Dea. Ima..." Sam tried to warn before he exploded, cum coating their chests and stomach as his channel tightened. "Sammmmmm" Dean moaned out as he too came, thrusting through their orgasms. As the thrusts slowed even more, and stopped Dean pulled out slowly, kissing Sam as he winced before flopping to the side and once again pulling his brother to his chest. Running his fingers through Sams hair, Sam released a contented sigh. "Love you too, Dea." Sam said, curling into his brothers side with his head on Deans shoulder. "Always." Dean whispered, pressing a kiss to the top of Sams head. "You're all I need, Dea." Sam whispered, his eyes drifting closed. "Same here Sammy, Same here." Dean replied, pulling Sam closer as he pulled the covers over them and they drifted off to sleep.

A/N: So, What'd ya'll think. Like the treats I threw in? A friend helped me out with the sex scenes, cause well hello virgin me. This chapters really long, because ya'll have been patient with me and i appriciate it. R&R? Thanks.