Chapter Eleven – Cherished Days
"Sam, when Dean rouses, he will be scared and unsure of his surroundings. Just let him ease back into this reality" Rainbow advised as they both observed the struggle that Dean was going through.
He was shivering and moaning. It was exceedingly difficult to watch. Sam just wanted to pull him out of whatever was happening and wrap him up good and safe. Rainbow was being the voice of reason, cautioning Sam against this action, as it would ultimately leave Dean even more conflicted than he had been.
Placing her hand on the center of Dean's sweat soaked back, Rainbow closed her eyes. "He's struggling Sam, but its working, the healing is happening" she indicated as she opened her eyes and looked at Sam's pale and upset face.
"Sam, Dean will come back to you, I can promise you this" she advised. "The transition back won't be immediate, it will be gradual, but once it does happen, it will be complete" she confirmed.
"Dean will need you more than ever during this period. My presence at that time will only interfere with the cycle of healing, so I won't stay for too long after he awakens. I have left everything you need on the kitchen counter, with instructions. You can do this, dear heart. I have complete and full faith in you" Rainbow said, smiling. "Don't look so fearful my sweetheart, you are and always have been the best elixir for Dean."
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A fifth shadow appeared on the path, coming to stand to the side of the one holding the four flowers.
"Did you enjoy your stay in Hell, Dean? Was it everything you thought it would be? Maybe a bit different than you expected?" the voice asked.
Dean screamed as the pinching and digging of his body continued.
"Your time is at hand" the voice said loudly. And the petals from one of the flowers started to fall.
"You can pretend and wish and try to forget what you did as a little boy all those years ago. The act that started it all and ultimately sealed the fate of your family and others.
You had been told to stay in the backyard while your Mommy went to check on baby Sam, but you didn't now did you?" the voice taunted.
"You snuck out of the yard to the neighbour's house and picked some pretty pink flowers. And that's where the man with the funny coloured eyes grabbed you, holding your wrist and telling you how bad you were for not listening to your Mother. Do you remember that he said he would see you later? You should have told your Mommy or Daddy about it, Dean. You really should have.
Do you remember how you were sent to your room for leaving the yard? Do you recall how your Mommy said that she did love you and she did put the flowers in water, but that you had to understand what you did was wrong?" the voice mocked.
Dean's breathing was becoming more difficult, blackness was displaying at the edges of his eyes. Memories were returning and flooding forth.
"That night, when you looked out your window and saw the same man in your backyard, you didn't say anything to anyone. You watched him magically produce fireballs with his fingers and thought about how cool it was.
Your Mommy's screams later that night made you run out of your room and you saw the man inside your house and still you didn't say anything.
Your Mommy died a horrible death that night and your Daddy might as well have, for the way his life turned out.
You were told to take Sammy outside by your Father and you did, you saved your precious little Sam.
Tell me Dean, what would he think of you now? Would he still consider himself your Sammy?
If only you had said something, your Mommy and Daddy would still be alive and happy now. Sam might not even have gone off to college and left you. Jesse would most definitely still be alive.
Dean…Dean…Dean…tsk…tsk…tsk, you really should have said something. And because you didn't, look at the mess you have made of not only your life, but many others. Oh yeah, let's not forget, your precious Mother and Father are dead because of you" the voice screamed as the shadow moved close to Dean's face.
Dean knew he was screaming over and over, but nothing was coming out. The figure holding the flowers reached above its head and Dean looked up and over the figure in front of him, watching as the flowers were turned upside down and all the petals fell off.
"Make his death unbearable!" the voice directly in front of him told the others as it turned to leave.
The clawing started and the bites began as Dean slipped from any sense of coherency.
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Rainbow was left rattled. This was proving to be one of the most difficult healings she had ever been involved with.
Against any type of odds, Sam had stayed in the exact same position that Rainbow had put him in at the beginning of the ritual.
The screaming and moaning that were emitting from Dean were torturous in the extreme. They had heard enough of the conversation on the path to leave them both feeling battle wearied with ripped souls.
From previous healings which Rainbow had conducted, the after telling had some similarities regardless of the individual circumstances. The person on the path often acted as a conductor for whatever being was coming forth. Often, either real or magnified transgressions from a person's life would be exhibited in this style.
Although no words were exclaimed, Rainbow felt sure that both she and Sam were thinking the very same thing. "How could a little boy, who was all of four at the time and wanting to do something nice for his Mom, carry the guilt that he had for all these years, simply because he did not speak up?" It was heartbreaking in the extreme and once the most difficult part of the process was completed, Rainbow and Sam were extremely anxious to get Dean back to them.
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Dean was laying on the dirt path. His mind was fragmenting with his past reaching out to grab him. He was paying his dues now. He should have been long gone by now. Letting himself drift to the terrors awaiting him, he closed his eyes.
"Dean!" Mary screamed, as she watched what was being done to her first born. She had been waiting for Dean further down the path, ready to gather her son up in a Mother's love as he made his way.
Nothing prepared her for the scenario that the Shadows had brought forth. If only Dean had said something that day, if only. But the blame did not reside with him, no not at all. It resided solely with her.
Mary had met the demon with the yellow eyes years before, when she had thought he was simply a man. He had wanted her in ways that she would never give him. The bastard had been persistent and threatening and promised her that one day she would pay, in ways that she could never imagine.
Before disappearing one day from her life, he'd given Mary a little taste of his abilities. She had lived in terror and horror ever since, which was one reason that she had sent Dean up to his room on that fateful day, so that in some way, she could make him understand that he could never take off like that again.
It had almost broken her heart when he had presented her with the flowers he had so proudly picked. John had always brought her home pink peonies and Dean had wanted to follow in his Dad's footsteps.
She would have ample time to reflect on her part in the destruction of her family, but not now. She was needed. Mary recognized what these shadows signified and she was not about to lose her son to them.
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The shadows looked up from their positions above Dean's body. That was the very last thing they did, as Mary threw herself over Dean.
They stood at the edges now, lurking and waiting, ready to move in once again, should she fail to save her first born.
"Dean…Dean…it's Mommy, sweetheart. Open your eyes for Mommy. Dean, Mommy wants you to open your eyes. C'mon my boy, light of my life" Mary sobbed frantically, raising her head and looking at her son.
Mary saw the flicker and therein resided the hope. "That's it, open them my darling" she encouraged.
Her little boy's eyes finally opened and he looked at his Mommy. His twenty plus years slid away and he was four again and his Mommy was holding him.
The shadows began to start fading.
"That's it. Keep them open my precious. Mommy's got you" Mary cried. Bending down, she kissed Dean's injured shoulder and then his side, before lifting his limp body to her and hugging him tightly.
Two of the shadows had disappeared.
"Dean, you need to listen to me. I have to tell you about that day when you gave me the flowers" Mary whispered into his ear, shaking him gently to get his attention, as she began her story.
"Mommy?" Dean turned his head towards her, tasting her breath and feeling her tears.
"Right here baby. I've got you" Mary consoled.
The three remaining shadows disintegrated and the flower petals blew away. The battleground for victory was set.
"I've missed you so much" Dean said in a small voice, nuzzling against the side of Mary's face. "I've missed you too my sweet, sweet angel" Mary choked.
Holding her son tight to her, knowing that all too soon, she would have to release him, she prayed that Dean would now have peace, now that he would know that he was in no way to blame and never had been.
"I'm so, so sorry for everything that has happened" Mary sobbed.
"Don't cry, Mommy, please don't cry. I love you so much and I don't want you to be sad. I know you were scared, just like me" Dean exclaimed.
Mary held him tighter. "You're such a good boy, Dean. I'm so proud of you and know that I love, love, love you so very much" Mary stated. "And when you see Sammy, tell him how much I love him too" Mary said, as she gave Dean one final kiss and set him free.
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A sound very similar to a death rattle filled the room. It was coming from Dean. His body was twisting and writhing.
"He's fighting hard for re-entry, Sam" Rainbow answered the unasked question.
Terrified green eyes slammed open and met Sam's troubled stare.
Rainbow sat down on the bed behind Dean and placed her hand on the back of his neck.
"You've come back my love" Rainbow said in a soothing tone.
"Breathe slowly…one…two…three and again" Rainbow coached, a few times, as she and Sam waited for Dean's struggles to lessen.
"That's it, nice and slow" Rainbow continued on. "Sam, can you please hold Dean's hands to your chest, just over your heart" Rainbow asked.
Sam slowly reached up and gathered Dean's shaking hands in his own and laid them on his chest.
"There you go. You're here, Dean. You're safe" Rainbow said as she lightly stroked the back of his neck with warm fingers.
"Sammy" Dean slurred as he closed his eyes.
"Rainbow, he's closing his eyes" Sam said urgently.
"It's okay, Sam, Dean has only gone to sleep, nothing more. His experiences have taken a lot out of him and he needs time to regain his strength" Rainbow advised, as she leaned over and cupped Sam's cheek in a warm clasp.
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Rainbow had been right. Dean had slept deeply and trouble free and when he woke, he was his dear self. Well, the person he had become since this whole mess had happened and the person who Sam loved very much.
He was up and out of bed and standing in front of Rainbow, who was holding Monroe in her arms. "I'm back. Did you miss me?" Dean asked.
"Yes we did, sweetheart. We missed you very much" Rainbow told Dean before placing Monroe in his arms and hugging him. Dean relaxed into the warm embrace. "I'm going to be all better again" he stated. "Yes you are my precious, you most certainly are" Rainbow agreed.
Sam was standing behind them, waiting. Rainbow released Dean and gently spun him around to face Sam.
Dean was clutching Monroe tightly to him and bowed his head. Sam moved into Dean's personal space as Rainbow quietly left the room.
Meeting no resistance as he slowly removed Monroe from Dean's arms, Sam took the little dog and placed him on the bed.
Tilting Dean's chin up, Sam avidly searched the freckle covered face before him.
"I missed you, Deanie. I was so scared that you wouldn't come back" Sam cried as he leaned his forehead against Dean's.
"I need to tell you something, Sammy. I have to tell you what happened" Dean started to cry.
"You don't need too, baby. When you were on that path, both Rainbow and I got a good understanding of what happened to you, but then, you were real quiet and we were worried for you. I just wish…oh Dean…I just wish I could make the hurt go away" Sam wailed and completely wrapped his arms around Dean.
"It's okay, Sammy, don't cry" Dean hiccupped as he patted Sam's back. "I bet you heard just the bad parts, but you know what, Mommy came and helped me and Mommy wanted me to tell you how much she loves you" Dean said, a smile breaking across his face.
Pulling back but staying within the confines of Sam's arms, Dean looked up at him, with that smile.
"Mommy came to see you?" Sam asked, frowning.
"Let me tell you what Mommy said" Dean exclaimed, as moved them both over to the bed and began his story.
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"Can we drive you somewhere...anywhere?" Sam asked, as he watched Rainbow finish packing her satchel. "We owe you everything, it's the very least we can do."
Rainbow smiled at Sam. "You and Dean owe me nothing, my love. I was glad I was able to be of assistance in helping both Dean and yourself. Your gifts to the world are to be treasured, Sam. The work you and Dean do are as vital to the sanctity of life as is breathing. The fates chose two very special individuals to carry out their work" Rainbow concluded, smiling warmly at Sam.
"I don't want you to go" Dean said woefully as he walked over to Rainbow and wrapped his arms around her waist. He was holding on tight, his breathing coming in short little hiccups. Sam was standing beside the two of them, petting Dean's hair, trying to make a hard situation a little easier.
"Dean, Rainbow needs to go, she needs to help other people, just like she helped us" Sam whispered, the words leaking out behind a veil of threatened tears. He really didn't want Rainbow to go either, but he knew that she must.
"You'll be seeing me again, sweets" Rainbow consoled. "Sam is right though, lovie, I must be going. I promise though, that we will get together and we'll have lots of fun and laughter" Rainbow said, feeling her eyes mist over. These boys had entered her heart in a way very few others had. She had grown very, very fond of them and looked forward to seeing them again when their paths next crossed.
Dean gave Rainbow one more heartfelt squeeze before releasing her. Sam pulled him into his arms. "I know, I know" he whispered against Dean's hair. Rainbow stepped closer and embraced both boys to her, holding the hug for a long moment before gathering her things. "Don't forget to keep watching the sky" she called out before leaving.
Dean was crying. Sam wasn't fairing much better.
"Let's go have some of that delicious soup Rainbow made" Sam urged, moving them both towards the kitchen.
Sam pulled out a chair for Dean to sit down. Sniffling, he sat down. Sam ladled out one bowl of the aromatic liquid.
Placing it in front of Dean, Sam reached back and grabbed a spoon off the counter. Gathering some of the soup on the spoon, Sam cooled it with his breath, before giving it to Dean and then trying a spoonful himself.
It was delicious, of that there was no question. Packed full of vegetables that looked recognizable, and many that didn't, it nevertheless helped to soothe frazzled nerves.
Dean swallowed all the spoonfuls that Sam feed him, in silence.
After the bowl was emptied, Sam placed the spoon in it and then clasped Dean's face between his hands.
"We're going to see Rainbow again, Dean. I know we're going to miss her, but just think how much fun it will be when we see her again" Sam said with affection, as he traced one of Dean's cheekbones with his thumb.
"Promise, Sammy" Dean finally spoke. "One hundred per cent" Sam responded truthfully.
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"I can't believe you beat me again" Sam laughed as Dean pursed his lips, waiting for another round of kisses, the prize for being the winner of yet another game of Checkers. "Pay up" Dean said awkwardly through those puckered up lips.
"Gladly" Sam whispered fondly as he laid his lips against the ones that were waiting. Sweet and gentle kisses followed, long after the game had finished.
Dean tried hard to stifle a yawn. He was having too much fun to go to bed. It wasn't lost on Sam.
"Someone's tired" he noted. "Why don't we get ready for bed?" Sam said, as he gently pulled Dean up. Dean leaned against Sam and sighed. "Okay, Sammy" he agreed sleepily as Sam walked him to the bedroom and got him tucked in.
Placing Monroe on Dean's chest, Sam stroked his darl'in's cheek. "Just going to lock up" he said quietly.
Sam left the room quickly, not wanting Dean to see the tears close to falling. Walking around and turning off the lights and locking up, Sam brushed impatiently at the hot flood running down his cheeks.
He couldn't put his finger on it, but he had the overwhelming sense that Dean's transition back was almost complete. His inside wounds were healing and thanks to Rainbow, his outside ones were too. The balms that she had left for Sam to apply to Dean were working really well and they had made it part of their routine every day that Sam would gently apply the balms to the areas.
Although he was happy for all of this and very grateful, because, the alternative could have been so much worse, he was feeling very bad that this special time with Dean was drawing to a close.
Walking back into the bedroom, he forced a pretend smile Dean's way, before turning off the light and climbing into bed.
The silence in the room was heavy before Dean broke it. "Can I hold you?" he asked quietly.
That did it for Sam. The tears started to flow.
"Sam" Dean whimpered, as he took Monroe off his chest and placed him on the bed table.
Gathering his trembling baby brother close, Dean held him and rocked him and let Sam cry it all out. "We're going to be fine, Sammy...we're going to be fine" Dean consoled. He wasn't exactly sure why his Sam was crying, but that didn't matter, because Sammy needed him, just like he needed Sammy.
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Dean woke to a spinning room the next morning. His head was hurting and he knew he was going to be sick.
Disentangling himself from the human blanket by the name of Sam, Dean ran for the bathroom.
Feeling the bile rise in the back of his throat with each pounding step before reaching the toilet, Dean shoved back the lid crouched down and wretched violently over and over.
With barely enough energy, he reached up and flushed the contents away, before resting his head on his arm. His mind was swirling with the events that had happened, the floodgates fully opened with total memory recall.
"Fuck!" Dean muttered limply as searing tears stained his face, re-counting all of the events that had happened in what seemed like rapid fire sequence.
Tender hands clasped Dean from behind, followed by a warm body pressed to his.
"C'mere, Dean" the voice he loved above all others, reached his ears, as strong arms pulled him back and held him tight. The fury and the fear, the sense of loss and recovery poured forth with sobs and tears, as loving arms continued to hold and gentle words replied to the broken cries.
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Sam was eventually able to get Dean up off the bathroom floor and back to bed.
"Sam?"
"Right here, babe" Sam responded, tightening his arms around Dean.
"Do you still love me?" Dean asked in a hoarse whisper, his voice raw and ragged.
"More than ever" Sam replied, without missing a beat.
"Even with seeing me in all those various ways?" Dean pressed.
Shifting Dean down on the bed, Sam then re-positioned himself by lying on his side, ensuring he was up tight against Dean. Laying his head on his bent arm, Sam then looked at him.
Taking in the troubled look in those green eyes, Sam gently ran his forefinger over the length of Dean's nose. "I love you, Dean Winchester, more than you could ever begin to imagine. I'm going to say this loud and clear, so listen up. You are my everything, my life, my reason for being, the person that I love and am so in love with, that sometimes I'm convinced my heart is going to explode" Sam declared.
The troubled look in those green eyes gave way to light and sparkle, followed by a smile spreading across the dear face in front of him. Dean leaned up and captured Sam's lips. "Love, love, love you, Dean" Sam breathed.
The road to recovery was progressing.
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"What'ya do'in?" Sam asked, coming into the bedroom a few mornings later and observing Dean pulling out some clothes to wear. "I thought maybe we could go for a walk, down to the lake" Dean responded as he looked at Sam. "That sounds like a plan" Sam agreed, linking his arms around Dean and nuzzling at his neck.
Dean leaned into the touch, enjoying the feel of the warmth. Turning to face Sam, the heel of his foot hit upon something under the edge of the bed. Pressing on the familiar bottle, Dean smiled.
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The walk to the lake did not happen that day. When Sam had left the bedroom to brush his teeth, he was in for a most unexpected and pleasant surprise when he returned.
Dean was laying on the bed, his hand between his legs, not really doing anything, just moving his hand in slow strokes over his boxers. He held up the bottle of lube with his other hand and smiled invitingly at Sam.
Sam crawled onto the bed, kneeling beside Dean. The smell of arousal was permeating the air.
Bending down, Sam kissed wetly at the side of Dean's neck. "Are you sure?" he murmured.
"Very" Dean groaned as he took one of Sam's hands and moved it under his boxers.
Sam ran his fingers through Dean's pubic hair, over his balls and around his rosy penis, before coming to rest and lightly clasp the little pocket of un-muscled flesh at the very top of Dean's inner thigh. He loved it, always had, and always would, Sam thought as he ran his thumb and forefinger over the area.
"Hmmm" Dean panted. "Need you" he breathed, tugging his boxers down and off, as Sam continued his loving.
"Sam...please" Dean begged as he tried to undo the lube. Sam reluctantly left one of his favourite areas and undid the bottle. Squeezing a generous amount onto his fingertips, Sam swirled it around before reaching back down to Dean's lower region.
"Stay with me, just a little while longer, baby" Sam encouraged as Dean panted and thrust, looking for release.
Sam slid his hand between the cheeks of Dean's taunt backside and found his entrance. Gently inserting one finger and slowly circling it around, Sam then placed in a second one. "Okay Dean...okay" Sam soothed as he licked Dean's neck, tasting the salt and sweat from his skin.
"Can you turn onto your stomach for me?" Sam asked. "I want to see you, Sammy" Dean whimpered. "But baby, it'll hurt more" Sam said in concern. "Please Sammy, please" Dean begged.
Sam mounted Dean, covering his body completely as he ground their groins together before slipping a little further down. Holding himself, Sam slowly inserted the head of his dick into Dean, gauging his brother's reaction.
Dean locked his legs around Sam's hips, while grabbing at him, pulling him closer and in further. "Sam" he keened as Sam plunged deep and began a thrusting rhythm.
It was somewhat awkward, but Sam was able to adjust himself so that he was able to rub Dean's rock hard erection at the same time. "C'mon babe, you're here, you're ready" Dean grunted, feeling Sam shudder against him and his seed spilling deep within him.
Sam gave Dean's dick one final rub before collapsing against him. It was enough. Dean came hard and fully, his semen spreading between their two bodies, feelings of Nirvana spreading.
"Wow" Sam mumbled as he went to slide out from Dean. Not wanting to break the union, Dean held him tight. "Stay with me" he asked. Sam happily obeyed.
Two highly contented and well loved brothers followed some serious lovemaking with well earned long sleeps, entangled together.
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The days were progressing. Time did not stand still, no matter how much you wished it could sometimes.
Things would never be quite the same again. They would be resuming their hunting soon enough and both the guys were looking forward to seeing Bobby again. His disbelief on the telephone had turned to rampant joy when he understood and fully realized that Dean was most certainly back. Dean's amulet and ring were ready to wear. It was almost too much to see them again. They were almost like a bridge from then to now.
Dean was holding Monroe to him, not wanting the little guy to feel left out. Sam was just waking. "Well Monroe, looks like somebody has decided to re-join the land of the living" Dean laughed as Sam yawned wide, before giving Monroe a pat and kissing Dean.
The rain had slowed down to a drizzle. Dean had opened the bedroom window earlier and a fresh wind was blowing in. Sam was resting against his chest, sighing, as Dean ran his fingers through his hair.
"Hmm...hmm" Dean hummed, blissfully content and truly happy. Closing his eyes while enjoying the moment, Dean sensed the colour change behind his eyelids and re-opened them. "Sam? C'mon babe, open your eyes and take a look" Dean said excitedly.
Grumbling good-naturedly, Sam opened them.
Framed by the window and stretching out across the sky, was a lush and full rainbow, its multi-colours bursting with brightness, bringing forth happy promises to the adorable twosome admiring it from the comfort of their love.
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If one is really lucky in life, they get to meet their soul mate, someone that reaches in and tugs beyond the heart strings, someone you can trust with your inner most being, where judgements are not made and what is shared is profoundly special.
Sam and Dean – brothers, lovers, soul mates.
Cherished moments during this unique time in their relationship brought forth many feelings for each of them. While it could never be exactly the same as when Dean was truly in a state of suspended animation, what transpired since his transition back, filled them both up with everything good and honest and true, about themselves and about their relationship with each other.
Their love for one and other allowed in a special dimension to their relationship. It was never planned nor anticipated but when it happened, it was certainly cherished.
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Today was proving to be one of the cherished days.
They had driven to the small town about an hour's drive from their cabin. They needed to stock up on fresh food staples and lumber to fix the ceiling in the little room. All the rain had really taken a toll on that portion of the house.
After making their choices and paying for the items, as they walked back to the car, Sam was holding the bag of groceries.
Dean slipped his hand into Sam's, the car keys pressed between the two hands. Sam stopped walking and looked down at Dean, who smiled up at him through shyness and want and love, before hiding his face against Sam's arm.
Dropping the groceries on the ground, Sam rolled Dean into a hug. "Hey you" he said tenderly, nuzzling Dean's hair. "I sure love you, Deanie" he whispered.
Dean crushed himself up tight into the protectiveness that was his Sammy.
Sam held Dean and rocked him gently back and forth and told him how very much he loved him.
"Let's go home, baby" Sam suggested as he led them to the car. Opening the passenger door and getting Dean settled inside, Sam then went back for the groceries and placed them in the back seat, along with the plywood they had purchased earlier, to fix the roof in the little room.
Dean waited until Sam climbed in and started the engine before curling up on the front seat, with his head on Sam's thigh. Sam looked down and smiled at the profile of his big brother. Sam delicately ran his fingertips over Dean's face, before he pulled out of the parking lot.
Dean was quiet on the way home. Running his hand in circles over Sam's knee, Dean was lost in the love he was feeling for the man he so adored.
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After they'd gotten back, Sam insisted Dean have a rest. Regardless of what his older brother claimed, Sam knew without a doubt, that Dean needed these naps.
"There you go fella" Sam said quietly as he tucked the blankets up and around Dean. Sitting beside him on the bed, Sam stroked his forehead. "Close your eyes, Dean. You need the sleep" Sam soothed. "As soon as I put the groceries away and get supper started, I'll be in to join you" Sam stated, bending down and kissing Dean sweetly. He then leaned over a little further and gave Monroe a kiss too.
Dean snuggled deeper into the bed and finally fell asleep.
Sam waited and watched as his brother's breathing evened out in a dreamless sleep.
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Waking up after what turned out to be a fantastic sleep, Dean was feeling relaxed and very contented as he stretched and threw the covers back. The aroma wafting in from the kitchen had his mouth watering.
Sam was just finishing cutting up the watermelon and was about to go and get Dean for supper, when he heard the footsteps behind him. "Hmmm" Dean murmured. "It smells and looks fantastic, Sammy" Dean said, as he wrapped his arms around Sam's waist and leaned against his back. "Hey, I thought you were going to join me?" Dean questioned. Sam smiled. "I had planned on it, but then supper took a bit longer to get ready than I thought." "That's okay, Sammy, we've got lots of time" Dean replied as he kissed the middle of Sam's back.
The plates were loaded with steaks, potatoes, green beans and corn. Large glasses of milk had been poured and were ready and waiting. Pie was for dessert and it looked like blueberry, along with mugs of the good kind of hot chocolate. Dean took his place at the table and sat back and watched and waited for Sam.
Placing the watermelon in a bowl, along with bite-size pieces of fudge, which were purchased earlier, Sam then joined Dean at the table. Scraping his chair closer to Dean, Sam then cut-up the steaks.
"Here you go, babe" Sam smiled as he held up the fork to Dean's mouth. Sliding it in, he kept his gaze on Dean while he chewed. "This is great!" Dean congratulated, as he swallowed the meat. Reaching out, Sam tweaked Dean's nose gently.
"That was so good, Sammy" Dean told him later on, as he sat on Sam's lap and alternated eating the bite size pieces of fudge and watermelon chunks. Little rivers of pink melon juice were trickling down his chin, cutting paths through the hot chocolate stains. His eyes were bright and sparkling as he looked at Sam.
Sam felt his heart shift with the overwhelming love he had for Dean. All these layers and levels that Dean was gifting to him were placing Sam's protectiveness and affection on top volume. He simply could not get enough of the one person who was his everything.
Leaning in, Sam kissed the trickles of juice from Dean's face. "Want a bath?" he whispered.
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The warm water, the bubbles, the laughter and the loving encompassed the bathroom in a heady mix. Only when the water began to cool and the bubbles fade, did they decide to pull the plug.
Sam was laying on the couch, waiting for Dean to finish brushing his teeth and join him. Walking out of the bathroom and seeing Sam, Dean stopped and grinned.
"C'mere, Dean" Sam encouraged as he held out his arms. Dean leaped forward and sunk down and into those waiting arms. Throwing a blanket over the both of them, Sam held Dean tight against him. Dean's head was resting over the strong beat of Sammy's heart.
This was their home, it wasn't a building or a car or a patch of land, it was this, the two of them wrapped up together, at home in each other's arms.
The end.
Author's Note: A big and very sincere thank you dear friends for your loving support of this story. I'm so glad you enjoyed it. Thank you again. :)
I'll be back later in the Fall, with a new story entitled: Treasures by the Trash. I hope you'll join me at that time. Below please find a small cut-out from the story.
Treasures by the Trash
..."Have a good week off, Dean. You deserve it, young man. We couldn't get along here without you" Mr. De Lucca stated sincerely. "Here's a little something extra for your holidays" he continued, as he handed Dean some money.
"I can't accept this, Mr. De Lucca. You've helped me out more than you'll ever know, by believing in me and giving me this job. That's more than enough" Dean said, trying to give the money back.
"Dean, please take it. I want you to have it. Go out and have some fun. Now go, get out of here, before I change my mind" Mr. De Lucca chuckled as he walked away.
Dean looked down at the money in his palm. "Thanks, Mr. De Lucca" he called out as he put the money into his jeans pocket.
Grabbing the bag of garbage, Dean made his way out the kitchen back door of the small greasy spoon restaurant.
"He shoots...he misses...the fans go wild...boo...hiss" Dean hollered in a low voice as he tossed the garbage and missed the bin. Dean walked over, bent down and reached between the large metal containers to retrieve the wayward bag.
"Holy shit!" he howled in surprise as his hand touched goose-bumped flesh.
Falling backwards, Dean squinted at the space between the containers, trying to get a better visual of who was there. The poor lighting made it difficult.
The person appeared to be a female, with angry looking bruising on her upper arms and a torn dress. Her head was down against her pulled up knees.
"Hey there, don't be scared, you just startled me. I bet I scared you too" Dean said in his most soothing voice as he righted himself to a crouching position closer to the entrance of the space between the bins.
"Please...just go away. I...I'll be okay" a deep and tearful voice responded. Dean hesitated, the deep voice didn't sound like a girl's. However, the torment was real. Dean quietly observed the person between the trash bins. He'd been mistaken, this was certainly no girl.
"My name's Dean" he said softly, daring to reach out again and lightly touch the young man, in the torn dress with the bruises, who was clearly hurting. "What's yours?" he asked gently.
There were a few moments of silence, before the head lifted to reveal a tear streaked face. Mournful eyes looked up at him. "It's Sam" he cried.