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

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

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.

Final Chapter, may include an epilogue, if it is requested by enough people, and they have a really great reason why they want it.

Thanks for sticking with me through my first fanfic. Please review if you feel so inclined and if you have something constructive to say.

Chapter 14

Life and Moving On

"Dean, are you okay?" Sam asked as his level of concern ramped up to a 10. He reached down tried to support Dean as he helped him into the passenger's seat of the Impala; he was getting more concerned as Dean failed to answer him.

He was just finalizing his decision to take Dean to the hospital, no matter what he was saying about it, when Dean looked up at him and wiped the blood from his chin and tried to smile. It was weak and in Sam's opinion a lame attempt at calming him down, "No really S'mmy…I'll be o'ky." The words were still a little slurred, but Sam got the point and nodded as he bit his lip and slowly shut the door. He threw another glare at the guys that were only just now pulling themselves up from the ground and looking anywhere but at Sam. He shook his head in frustration, it seemed that no matter how he and Dean pulled their lives together, it was like the universe was silently plotting against them…well, maybe not so silently. He knew that they were meant to be, because honestly, there simply wasn't another choice as far as he was concerned and he and he was pretty certain that Dean felt the same. So bring it on…he thought silently as he slid into the driver's seat and looked over at a slowly slumping Dean. It broke his heart that this had happened tonight, this was going to be their first official date back out in the world after all the shit that they had dealt with the last several months. All they really had was this summer, because when school started for them next year, they each going to be so busy that they wouldn't really be concerning themselves with anything outside of studies.

And the occasional study breaks that are going to involve hot sex with the future Dr. Winchester. He thought smugly.

His smiled as this thought and the associated picture flashed through his head, he again glanced at Dean. He was surprised to see Dean's green eyes flashing with interest as he watched Sam drive.

"What's up Dean?"

Dean looked down in embarrassment at getting caught staring, it didn't help that he couldn't control his thoughts as they flitted from subject to subject, and he knew that this was a direct result from getting hit in the head. Sam continued to watch him frequently as he drove concern still etched around the corners of his puppy-dog eyes. Dean wondered silently about the blood, the rational thought of his brain figured it was from getting punched in the kidneys from the guy behind him, but he couldn't be sure, and there was no way that Sam was dragging him to a hospital, they had been enough hospitals to last a lifetime.

The pain was blossoming behind Dean's eyes again as the lights from passing vehicles flared at them as Sam drove. Dean moaned and closed his eyes again and leaned against the door, he was going to have one hell of a headache for a few days. He was pleased to note that his thoughts were clearing the further from the incident he got, the left eye had stopped swelling so that was a good thing. Sam threw another concerned look at him as they pulled into the parking lot at the dorm.

"Sam…I'm okay." He managed to say through gritted teeth.

"Sure Dean, that's why you were coughing up blood back there…because you're fine." He responded with a slight edge of anger, Dean didn't seem to get that as much as he worried about Sam, Sam worried about Dean just as much.

Dean refrained from answering and instead concentrated on getting out the vehicle and trying to stop the ground from swimming beneath him. Suddenly he felt a hand grasp his elbow and a steadying presence next to him, "Thanks Sam." He murmured without even looking to see if it was Sam.

"Always Dean." Sam said quietly.

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It had been two weeks since the incident at the Drive-in, and Dean was almost completely healed. There was just a slight green tint below his eyes where the bruising was still fading. His ribs had been another story, he had had Sammy wrap them, tight, and they were still a little sore when he took too deep a breath. The head injury still caused him some discomfort when light's shot directly into his eyes. He had taken to wearing sunglasses most of the time now, Sam had even taken him to the mall to get a really nice pair of RayBan's that were polarized. They had even managed to have Anna and Castiel over to watch a movie and play a stupid boardgame, but that was the most that Sam would let him do.

Dean leaned back into the seat of the airplane as it touched down on the runway, he was breathing heavily, he fucking hated to fly. Helicopter's, not a problem, airplanes…big fucking problem. Unfortunately, there had been no other way to get to Fiji…and damned if he hadn't looked. Eventually Sam had told him that if wanted to swim there that was fine, but Sam was going to fly. Dean had ignored the snarky remark and continued packing his duffel as Sam smirked in the corner. But as Dean and Sam exited the plane he looked around in amazement. This was the most beautiful place that Dean had ever been, never in his youth had he been on vacation anywhere. The sky was a clear azure blue with fluffy white clouds floating lazily past, there was a native woman, an extremely beautiful native woman, waiting at the base of the stair with leas, and she placed a blue one around his neck, kissing his cheek as she welcomed him. The woman repeated the act with Sam except that he was given a red lea.

"Right this way gentlemen." A man dressed in a fancy suit said as they introduced themselves to the concierge. The man took their bags and dropped them into the trunk of the small car that was waiting to take them to the hotel.

"This is amazing Sam." Dean whispered as they smashed themselves into the backseat, neither of them were small men, so it was more than a bit tight.

Sam reached over and grasped Dean's hand tightly, and nodded. His attention was still riveted on the outside scenery as they threaded their way down the winding road toward the remote hotel. Dean returned the squeeze and threaded his fingers through Sam's as he allowed his attention to be drawn to the scenery as well. Dean found that his eyes were slipping shut in relaxation just as they pulled into the entryway of the hotel, each small villa visible in the distance. The vacation package that Sam had purchased floored Dean as he looked at the private beaches and the amazing view of the ocean. He had no idea how Sam had paid for this, and he really wasn't going to ask and piss off Sam just as this vacation got started.

"Wow, Sam…this is…wow." He stammered.

Sam turned soft eyes in his direction and smiled sweetly, "I think we deserve it. Don't you?" Dean nodded in response and opened the door trying to pop himself out of the cramped backseat.

Once they were checked in and shown to their villa, Dean understood what he had been missing his whole life. He had never felt safe, not ever…not even in the military. Part of him was always waiting for the 'other shoe to drop', and as he looked over at Sam's broad back he realized that for him, Sam was safety…Sam was home. He pulled in a shaky breath at the realization and moved around the bed sliding up behind Sam and wrapping his arms around his waist, hugging the taller man from behind.

He felt Sam chuckle low in his chest, as he spun in Dean's arms so they were face to face. "I know Dean. I feel the same."

Dean looked up at Sam reached up to pull his lips down to his own, he gently ran his tongue along Sam's lips silently asking for permission to enter. He felt Sam smile and willingly open his mouth, Dean's tongue raced inside to taste Sam. Sam's tongue battle with his for a moment before relenting and letting Dean take control. Sam's hands slid up under Dean's t-shirt and pushed it up revealing Dean's toned stomach, his fingers feather soft as he traced the ridges.

"Mmm Sammy…" Dean groaned against his throat as his mouth dropped away from Sam's lips.

Sam took advantage of that and pushed Dean's t-shirt up over his head and dropped it to the floor. His hand immediately dropped back to Dean's stomach, tracing the smooth skin just above Dean's belt. He felt Dean reach up under his own shirt and mimic his actions, his own t-shirt sliding to the floor quickly forgotten. Dean's full lips shot back up and attacked his own, Sam pulled away for just a moment to look into Dean's lust-blown emerald green eyes. Dean's freckles standing out slightly against the slight green still beneath his eye.

"Dean…" Sam moaned as he reattached his lips and slid down Dean's own neck, latching onto his collarbone and licking his way down to between Dean's nipples.

"Oh god…Sam…" Dean's voice was husky as he tilted his head back giving Sam better access.

Sam felt his own need building to an uncomfortable level inside of his jeans, he knew that Dean would be having the same problem. He dropped his hand and rubbed over the bulge pressing against Dean's zipper. Dean moaned wantonly as Sam increased the pressure of his palm, and then immediately reached up to unbuckle Dean's belt and pop the button on his jeans. Sam's hand slid inside of Dean's boxer-briefs and gently wrapped his ling fingers around Dean's erection. The velvety smooth skin already slick with pre-cum, "Sam…please." Dean asked as he pressed into Sam's fingers, thrusting slowly.

Sam smiled at the thought that he could do this to Dean, that Dean would allow him this type of power still amazed him.

"No…Dean. Together." He said as he reached and slowly removed Dean's jeans, watching in fascination as Dean's erection sprang free. Dean's own hands were busily removing Sam's jeans and his own boxer's, Sam felt the pressure release and this time it was him who groaned from want.

Dean sought out his lips again and pushed Sam down onto the bed and he laid gently on top of him and kissed him until Sam wasn't sure what his own name was…

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The vacation turned out to be exactly what they both needed, they spent so much time in the ocean, that Dean was almost sure he would find gills if he could see the sides of his neck. He and Sam hiked in the volcano area's and looked for waterfalls, they spend a lot of time alone in their room just being with one another. Sam leaned more things about Dean while they laid in each other's arms, it was one of the first times that Sam knew that Dean wasn't holding back. Dean on the other hand learned that Sam was just as amazing as he had always known, Sam told him about his mother and Dean wished that he could have met that amazing woman. He often wondered what would have happened to himself and Anna if their own mother had survived to raise them. They talked about that too, and Sam had told Dean that although he wished that Dean had not had to go through what he had, he wouldn't be the Dean that Sam loved if he hadn't; he had pondered that and eventually come to the same conclusion that although he hated his father for what he had done, he was learning to like who he was, in spite of his shitty childhood. Even more amazing, Sam loved who he was and Dean couldn't ask for more than that.

Dean knew that their lives were not always going to be roses and rainbows, people were going to hate that they were together…bigots, but what he had with Sam was worth the sideways glances and whispers as they passed.

He hoped that Sam realized that their lives would be difficult and that they would fight, and that they would make up, and that it would probably always be just the two of them. But if Sam could accept that and move forward with life, then so could he.

THE END

Author's Note: I am debating on writing a sequel where the boys are out of school, and living life. When they are presented with the opportunity to adopt a little girl that was abused by her parents, I think that Dean would make an awesome father in that type of situation. Tell me what you think?

I am still learning how to write a good sex scene for a male/male pairing, so please forgive me if it was abrupt, I will get better at this. If I can pick up someone as a Beta that knows how to write this, then that would help. Thanks for sticking with me through my first official fanfic.