Rating remains MA, due to the nature of this story.

This chapter contains a sex scene, you have been warned.

Sam and Dean have made it past some of the worst things that anyone should ever have to endure and now after weeks of therapy, Sam is able to move pretty normally, he can even run for limited periods of time. So they are beginning to look forward to a future after the accident and Dean's past.

Legalities, Supernatural, Sam and Dean and all things associated with this series belong to Kripke and the CW, I do not have any of those honors. I am not making any money from this and just wanted to add my own take on the Winchester/Wesson storyline.

This story has not been beta'd and is my first, so please keep this in mind when reviewing and reading, this story contains sensitive subjects to include past non-con rape and relationships of the M/M variety...don't like that type of thing? Then don't read this story.

Chapter 11

Acceptance and Graduations

The weeks went by quickly as Sam progressed from the wheelchair to the walked and finally to only his own two legs. This wasn't to say that it was easy by any means, but Dean was there to support him and Anna helped where she could. She had to limit the amount of time she spent with the boys due to trying to maintain her own academic scholarship. But over all they were just…happy.

Dean had started to talk more and more about his past and the idea that they maybe they should start looking for a place together off campus. He was receiving the basic housing allowance from his time in the military and in addition to the money he had been able to save they could afford a pretty decent place. Plus both he and Sam were on the verge of graduating with the Bachelors in the next couple of months and the last thing that they wanted was to be Grad-students living in the dorms.

Sam's medical bills had piled up due to the time in the hospital and the constant physical therapy, but luckily the insurance from the guy in the truck had covered the majority of that.

Sam could not have been more pleased with their relationship either, they had finally moved past the problems associated with trust and the abandonment concerns that Dean had been suffering from seemed to have disappeared. Whatever had happen that day in the hospital, the one that had left Dean with a small scar above his left eyebrow, had been a god send.

"Hey'ya Sammy?" Dean's voice interrupted his thoughts and he glanced up from the book he was reading.

Dean's brilliance green eyes shone with excitement as he held up two letters and waved them in Sam's face.

Sam held his hands up for the letters, Dean snatched them away and instead sat with one leg on the edge of the desk and the other firmly planted on the floor.

Sam snorted and pulled his patented "bitch-face".

"Dean…I'm trying to study." But the comment held no heat as a smile etched its way into his lips.

Dean smiled and wriggled his eyebrows at Sam and flipped the letters over revealing that one of them was addressed to Sam. The letter had the emblem of the Law School for Stanford emblazoned in the upper left hand corner.

Sam's eyes shot back to Dean's in surprise and he reached for the letter more earnestly. Once again Dean snatched the letters away and then stood moving two steps from Sam, just out the reach of his "go-go gadget arms" and Dean liked to call the incredible reach of those appendages.

"Jerk." Sam said and turned back to his book like he intended to ignore Dean and the answer to his future life, which happened to be written on that damn letter.

Dean snorted, "Bitch. Get up and come and get this…it's only your whole future on a plate." He snarked as he sat down on his bed setting Sam's letter next to his hip in invitation.

Sam lurched to his feet and snatched up the letter before Dean could start messing with him again and sank down gingerly onto Dean's bed.

Sam glanced over and saw that the other letter was from the School of Medicine and was addressed to Dean.

His eyebrows scrunched together and he looked Dean in the eyes and saw the same concern and hopes that were currently flooding though him.

"Wanna go at the same time?" Dean asked and his eyes twinkled.

Sam looked down at the letter and then back into Dean's amazing eyes, "Wait, how about you open mine and I open yours?" He suggested as he held the letter up for Dean.

A look of uncertainty flashed across Dean's face, but he shook it off and held his own letter up for Sam to complete the exchange.

"Same time?" Dean asked.

"Yes, go." Sam said as he carefully tore the envelope open and pulled the letter out. He read quickly and a smile spread across his face as he read the coveted "congratulations you have been accepted to the Stanford School of Medicine for the following school year". His dimples plunged into his cheeks and he looked over at Dean with a grin.

"You got in!" he cried as he threw his arms around Dean and pulled him into his embrace. His lips immediately searched for Dean's and he found them slightly open and waiting as he plunged his tongue inside and proceed to kiss the breath out of Dean.

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Dean didn't protest as he returned the kiss with equal fervor, he had missed this side of Sam so much that he forgot that he still had to give Sam his own news. That fact caused him to pull back and rested his forehead against Sam's as he tried to catch his breath.

Sam laughed a deep bubbling sound that made Dean's heart stutter.

Dean pulled away from Sam slightly as he opened the now smashed envelope that he had crushed in hands when Sam had attacked his mouth.

The letter started out as they all do, and Dean's eyes lit up as he scanned the document looking for the key words, accepted and congratulations. He found them.

"Sammy, you're in man. You did it!" Dean could honestly say that as happy as he was about his own success, he was more proud of Sam's. The last few months had been so hard on him, but he had pushed through the pain and the misery. He had studied at physical therapy and made Dean quiz him so many times that Dean had the questions for all the practice exams for the LSAT memorized.

Dean pulled his gaze from the letter in his hand and looked into the soft blue-green eyes of his partner. "I love you Sam." He said it simply without any ceremony or fanfare and reached up for Sam's neck, pulling him into a passionate kiss.

The letter in Sam's hands dropped to the floor as he reached for the hem of Dean's shirt and pulled it up enough that he reach beneath it and run his fingers over the smooth plain of Dean's abs.

Dean groaned at the contact but never broke his connection with Sam's lips and he leaned into the touch. Sam's hands were roaming up Dean's chest slowly as his fingers ghosted across the well-formed oblique's continuing to his nipples and then sliding around to his shoulder blades.

Suddenly Dean's hands were pulling Sam's shirt over his head and pushing him down into the mattress and he carefully moved to the waistband of Sam's jeans.

Now it was Sam's turn to groan as Dean expertly flicked the button open and slowly, so agonizingly slowly pulled the zipper down.

Sam's head tilted back as he felt Dean's lips travel from his mouth to his neck even as Dean's fingers softly swept over his now fully erect cock.

Dean felt Sam's hand move and he slid up Dean's own t-shirt, breaking the contact between Dean's luscious lips and his neck momentarily. Dean growled at him and then slid down Sam's neck to attend to each of his nipples with his tongue flicking across each one as he continued to descend Sam's well-muscled chest.

Dean had a momentary thought that he was glad that Sam had put back on much of the muscle that he had lost after the accident. The guy was relentless with the weights anymore, and Dean had to admit that he was pretty okay with Sam's new obsession.

"Dean…" Sam groaned as Dean's tongue ran along the path between his six-pack, only to stop at the top of Sam's boxer-briefs.

Sam lifted up his head to get a look at his partner and was surprised to see that Dean was grinning at him, his eyes a brilliant lustful green. He licked his full lips, "Tell me what you want Sam." Dean's voice was husky with want and Sam thought that it might have been the sexiest thing that he had ever heard.

"Just touch me Dean…" he managed through his clenched teeth. Sam was pretty sure that he could have cum without Dean ever having to touch his cock, but it wouldn't be as satisfying.

Dean felt his own erection get impossibly tighter at the wanton look on Sam's face, "Oh God…Sammy." He breathed as he attacked the soft layer of skin above Sam's waistband.

Dean's long fingers slid beneath the band and gently touched the velvety soft skin at the head of Sam's engorged cock, spreading the pre-cum over it as he pulled Sam's pants and boxers off, dropping them to the floor.

Dean marveled at the size of Sam for only about one second before he engulfed Sam into his throat.

Sam whimpered as Dean swirled his tongue over the head and reached up with his right hand to gently grasp the base, working Sam closer to orgasm.

Dean started to hum in the back of his throat knowing that this drove Sam insane, in a good way.

Sam threw his head back in pleasure as the familiar pressure started to build in his belly, he pumped into Dean's waiting mouth, careful not choke him.

Dean listened in fascination as Sam approached release, suddenly Sam grabbed his face between his hands causing Dean to halt and pull his eyes to meet Sam's lust blown pupils.

"Wait Dean…together." Sam said as he reached for Dean.

"No Sam, this is about you." Dean managed as he pulled his lips from their current task to talk. The raspy quality of his beep voice made Sam tremble and he could only nod as Dean leaned back over retaking Sam.

It only took a few more thrusts and Sam was cuming into the back of Dean's throat. He milked Sam's cock ensuring that Sammy was complete done before releasing the now softening member and licking his lips.

Dean's flickered up to meet Sam's closed lids, his breathing rapid as he came down from the intense orgasm.

Dean felt the heat rise in his lower back and stomach just as his own cock released its own orgasm simply from the sight Sam so sated, and the fact that he was lying there completely naked didn't exactly hurt either.

Dean pulled himself up the bed, reaching over Sam to grab the discarded t-shirt from the floor wiping the sweat from Sam's stomach as he pulled the comforter over them both. The fact that he was still dressed and the Sam was naked didn't seem to matter to either of them at the moment.

Sam smiled as he opened his arm so that Dean could lie next to him with his head on Sam's shoulder.

"I've missed that Dean." He said quietly, leaning over to place a kiss on Dean's sweat dampened temple.

Dean smiled and a laugh escaped his lips as he answered, "Yeah, me too Sammy."

Sam turned over so that they were facing each other, "So I guess we have to seriously start looking for a new place to live?"

Dean nodded, "We do, don't we; I don't believe that they let graduate students live here anyways."

"Honestly, I think I'm ready to move on from this tiny little room anyways."

Dean smiled at Sam's comment, "Yeah, there's a lot of memories here, good and bad."

Sam's face crumpled slightly as he quickly ran a montage of what they had been through in the last year.

Dean exhaled slowly as he saw Sam's expression change, "I suppose without all of it, we wouldn't have ended up where we are." He turned to look Sam in the eyes, holding the contact as he continued. "And Sammy…I wouldn't change that for anything in the world."

Sam's eyes softened again and his smiled spread across his face as he leaned forward and placed a gentle kiss on Dean's slightly swollen lips, "Me either Dean." He whispered against Dean's mouth.

"So graduation is like a month, and then we have the summer before grad school starts, I say we ditch Ventura beach and take a real vacation."

Dean snorted at Sam's suggestion, "Like where…Fiji?"

Sam considered that, and the few pictures that he had seen of the island flashed through his head along with the private beaches and the idea of getting Dean out of his clothes as often as possible.

"Fiji huh…" he said as he wriggled his brows at Dean.

Dean huffed out his surprised breath, "I was just kidding Sam, but really? Fiji?"

Sam's grin spread as the idea firmly implanted itself, he would have to do some research and see about the cost. But he was pretty sure that he could pull it off with the money that he had stashed away in a savings account.

"Yes Dean. Fiji."

Dean grinned at Sam and leaned over to kiss him again, swiping his tongue across Sam's lips and then plunging inside when they parted.

They stayed like that for a few more minutes just kissing and enjoying each other's company.

Finally Dean pulled away from Sam and sat up, smiling slightly as he noticed that Sam was half hard again.

"Sam, we promised to meet Anna for lunch at the diner, so we need to hit the showers and head over there before she kills us both."

Sam nodded pulling himself from the warm blankets and grabbing his stuff for a much needed shower.

"You're doing all the research for the Fiji trip bitch." Dean called after him as he exited the room walking toward the showers.

"I figured I was jerk…I don't think you even know how to research." Sam called snarkily over his shoulder.

He heard Dean's booming laugh as he entered the shower room.

TBC…

Author's Note: So I got some really good reviews and thought that I should address some of the points that were brought up. First the idea of paying for an Ivy league school on the GI Bill, it can be done through a program called the Yellow ribbon program which helps military members attend expensive schools. This is generally in addition to the money from the GI Bill. And it is true that sending two people through such a school would have been difficult, Anna was attending through her own merits, not on Dean's dime.

So it appears that we are going to Fiji, I thought that it would great to get away from the drama for a bit. I think that the boys agree. If you like the direction this is heading please review, or if you have constructive advice.