Dean swung his legs out in front of him while he perched on the hood of a beat up Volvo in the comer of the Salvage Yard. He linked his hands together, placed this behind his head and leaned back getting himself into a more comfortable position. Music blared from the only working part of the car, the radio and the songs echoed out into the atmosphere.

He closed his eyes and allowed the shine from the full moon blare down upon his face with his lips curling up at the corner of his mouth. He had never felt so relaxed, so carefree in all of his life that moments like this was soothing almost like a blessing in disguise.

Both Sam and he had been at Bobby's for almost two weeks now. Two weeks away from the constant threat to his life, two weeks away from his father's suffocating presence that always seemed to follow him around like the plague and two weeks away from the hunt. Although that last one might not be as good as Dean would have liked to have thought. No he was a hunter through and through no matter what…that itch…that thrill of the next hunt will always be under his skin whatever he does. It's a part of him that he will never be able to cleanse, a part of him that had been there since he was old enough to hold his very first gun. It was a part of him and he wouldn't truly be Dean Winchester without it.

During those two weeks both Dean and Sam had been put to work to earn their keep as the elder hunter had put it but not quite as nice as that. Sam had been using his supernatural strength to clear out the old cars that had begun to pile too high which had a tendency to lean too far to the right for Bobby's liking. While Dean had been made to take up the mechanic role which he didn't mind one bit, it gave him something to do, something that would take his mind off of his father or his fucked up life for a moment or two.

His smile turned into a full blown smirk as he relived the events of the day just passed. It had started off like all the others until Sam had come out to join Dean who was washing a client's car which he had just repaired. One thing led to another and soon both human and vampire found themselves soaking wet with t-shirts clinging to muscles, their cheeks hurt through laughing so much, their cheeks hurt through the permanent smile that was etched on both of their features and they were flushed by the others waterlogged appearance. Neither would admit it willingly to the other but there was nowhere else they would want to be then right there at that moment in time.

"Is this a private party or can anyone join?" a cocky voice called out through the darkness seemingly coming out of nowhere.

Dean startled slightly as he hadn't heard the vampire's approach however he maintained his position with his eyes still firmly shut to the world. The smile remained on his lips the whole time; it had been hard to get rid off for the whole of the day so why should it go now. "It's a free country."

He could sense the vampire's smirk as Sam sat down beside him with his knee knocking into his own. A sharp electric current emanated from that one touch alone sending a wave of desire through him. Quickly Dean stifled the moan that was burning at the back of his throat; there was no need for that embarrassing situation to arise anytime soon, if at all.

"You said that before."

"Huh?"

"It's a free country, you said that when we met at that bench almost two months ago now. I remember that clearly."

"Yeah it was the day that you came out as a vampiric stalker…"

"Only for you, always for you," Sam whispered and Dean was sure that he wasn't meant to hear that but he did anyway and his heart warmed at that little confession. The electric current running through his body reached his heart making it hammer fiercely inside of his ribcage.

Dean could sense the vampire's hazel orbs focusing on the side of his face almost as well as he could sense the blush forming on his cheek underneath the man's scrutiny. Damn he felt like a freaking chick whenever Sam was around, he had to do something about that soon before he starts sprouting breasts…maybe that wouldn't be a bad thing…no…on second thoughts breasts were bad…it wasn't what he wanted at the end of the day. Maybe they never were only he never realized it.

"How did you find me?" Dean asked trying to tune his upstairs brain into action but damned that was proving near impossible with the vampire right there and his jean clad knee knocking against his own. The growing tent in his jeans was near evidence of that.

"Bobby. He told me that whenever you needed to think you always took refuge in this beat up shithole as he put it. Actually he told me that you are probably moping out here like someone had kicked your puppy to mars and back."

"Dude I do not mope!"

"No?" Sam playfully nudged Dean's knee making him cock his head to the side and crack one of his eyes open until they were half mast. "So the great Dean Winchester doesn't mope, or brood, anything else I should know about?"

Sam's eyes twinkled playfully in the moonlight with a smile spread from ear to ear across his cheeks. Gulping past the lump suddenly imbedded itself in his throat he snorted under his breath and allowed his eyelid to close once more.

"If I tell you where's the fun in that?" he replied playfully hearing the vampire chuckle softly in response.

"Somehow I think that I might come to cringe at your so called of fun."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Dean became defensive still keeping his eyes closed enjoying the peaceful playfulness that washed over him in a calm serenity.

"Dean Winchester's idea of fun? Just the thought alone is enough the make the dead turn in their graves." The vampire said through a soft chuckle which Dean mimicked in a childish manner in response.

"I'm sure I can do something to change your mind about that," he breathed out suddenly feeling like all the air around them had been sucked out of atmosphere. His heart hammered rapidly in his chest with his palms becoming all sweaty.

Drawing in a deep breath Dean raised one of his eyebrows and opened both of his eyes this time. Pushing himself up on his elbows his green locked onto the lust filled and amused hazel of the vampire beside him.

"Can you now and what might you do to convince me," Sam muttered with the same breathless tone Dean had used previously. The vampire knocked his knee against Dean's once more but this time he allowed it to rest there causing a small shudder to run through Dean's spine.

"I can think of a few things," he replied moving closer to the vampire so that now not only their knees touched but so did their arms, the whole time both of their eyes remained connected with one another. Both were full of longing, lust and a deep forbidden desire.

"Can you now?" Sam retorted softly his voice ghosting upon Dean's face causing Goosebumps of desire to ripple upon his skin. "Are we sharing with the rest of the class?" the vampire added with a sense of amusement behind his words.

"I have a better idea, instead of telling how about I show you…" with those words the young hunter leaned forward, closing the gap between them and pressed his lips gently against Sam's for a short yet desperate kiss.

After a couple of seconds Dean pulled away and could have sworn he heard the vampire whimper at the loss of contact. "Dude did the big mighty vampire just whimper?" he chuckled amused but before he could say anything else he felt hands fist in his top pulling him into where he had always wanted to be as the pair crossed the boundary they had been too afraid of for the past couple of weeks.

Sam crashed his lips down upon his mortal feeling the shudder run through them both at this one sense of contact. His right hand lifted up to tangle in the scruff of hair at tip of Dean's head while his left wrapped itself around his mortal's waist pulling him in closer to his chest so that he could feel his mortal's heart pound against his own deceased one.

He could feel his mortal wrap his arms around his neck with the tip of the fingers on his left hand brushing at the vampire's long locks. His tongue licked at the vampire's bottom lip begging for entrance to which Sam complied instantly, moaning into Dean's mouth at the sensation of the mortal's tongue brushing against his.

The kiss was passionate yet desperate with both of them needing to be closer to each other then they were at this moment in time. They could both feel the electricity running through them to the other, joining them in soul as well as body.

Sam's left hand ventured lower until he had a firm grip upon his mortal's ass loving the feel of the jean clad flesh underneath his hand. His finger intertwined in the denim belt loop with the sudden feeling of Dean being overdressed washing over him instantly. This contact was everything the vampire had longed for yet it wasn't enough. He needed to be closer; he needed the whole of Dean not just this one part. He needed to have both soul and body, he needed to make him his.

Eventually their mouths pulled apart with the mortal needing some necessary breath into his lungs. Sam took this moment to move his mouth down to the flesh upon Dean's neck, sucking at the spot where his pulse was the strongest. He could feel the reaction he had upon the man through his increasingly rapid pulse.

His tongue leaked out to lick at the same spot upon the flesh loving the noise he gained from his mortal in the process. Sneaking his tongue back in the vampire pressed his lips back on the spot and began to suck forcefully knowing full well that he was bound to leave a visible mark. This fact just made him continue with an increasing amount of pressure, he wanted to mark his mortal; he wanted the world to see that Dean was his and no one else's. Hell he wanted that mark to scream out Sam was here always and forever.

Before he knew what was happening his fangs had descended with one of them lightly scraping against the flesh. Begging to be allowed to take what they wanted. Horrified the vampire attempted to break away from the contact but Dean's strong arms refused to allow him to.

One of Dean's hands moved to stroke his thumb across Sam's cheek. His eyes were dark and full of lust yet so gentle and caring.

"It's alright," the mortal whispered in Sam's ear who merely shook his head in the process.

"No it's not, I can't do this, I can't restrain myself…"

"Then don't."

"Dean…"

"Sam I trust you, more than I have ever trusted someone in the whole of my life and it takes so much for me to be able to trust like I can with you. I want to be with you, all of you, vampire and all. Just stop thinking with your upstairs brain…"

In response Sam growled pulling Dean further into his chest connecting their lips once more and swallowing those loved words into his body forever. After a couple of moments of those sinful lips on his Sam broke the kiss and moved his lips back down to that same spot on Dean's neck.

"I know you want to Sam. Claim me, mark me, take me as your own," Dean whispered and that seemed to be all the encouragement Sam needed.

His fangs descended further and this time they pierced through the skin causing a sharp gasp from the mortal in his grip. The vampire could sense the shudder of pleasure that ran through the young hunter's spine. His arms wrapped around Dean's waist and lifted him up until his legs wrapped around his waist with his teeth still imbedded within the soft flesh of the neck. Sam began to suck tenderly at the blood, not taking too much but taking enough to allow Dean to become a part of him until the end of time. He knew that the puncture marks would remain on his mortal's skin for the rest of eternity and it was that thought alone that made pleasure shudder through him.

He walked them both backward until Dean's back came into contact with the outside wall of the house. Sensing the mortal's balance becoming a problem the vampire allowed him to drop his legs away from him and lifted his fangs from the skin.

Through the narrow light filtering from the front porch Sam could make out the purpling bruise and two bloodied puncture marks upon his mortal's neck and at this moment in time he couldn't have been more turned on by that sight then by anything else. Those marks were official, it made everything real, to showed the world that Dean was his and his alone. That Dean was now part of his property.

"You're too fucking beautiful," Sam growled with his fangs peeking out underneath his lips which by now were colored a deep ruby red by Dean's own blood. Not needing an answer to his statement the vampire claimed the mortal's lips once more, making sure that he could taste his own blood as well as the taste of Sam. The taste of their combined love, the taste of pure soul mates.

His hands wondered lower with his right one clasping at the hem of Dean's t-shirt which at the moment was the enemy in the vampire's eyes. Not breaking the contact of their lips Sam growled into his mortal's mouth "This needs to go now."

Dean broke the contact eventually and his dark eyes peered up at Sam. No words passed his lips however his consent was clear within his eyes and that was all the vampire needed.

In one fluent motion both of Sam's hands tugged at the hem of the shirt, practically ripping it off of the mortal in the process revealing his tanned chiseled chest. Dropping the ripped clothing onto the floor the vampire caressed the bare skin in front of him with his giant paws known as hands. He loved the way the skin felt underneath his, he loved the way he could feel the mortal's rapid heart beating in one particular spot and most of all he loved the way he was finally able to do this after lusting about it for all this god damned time.

The moonlight shone down on the star struck pair and the sight the vampire was greeted with practically took his breath away, figuratively speaking of course. Dean's body was bathed with this silver glow making the freckles on his face stand out even more. The mortal was a perfect sight of an Adonis. Sam's Adonis.

The feeling of hands tugging at his own clothes brought the vampire hurtling back down to reality. A cocky smirk crossed his face as his own shirt was dispatched with more care than he had taken with Dean's.

"I've waited so fucking long for this moment…" Sam muttered.

"Well if you shut your freaking pie hole you won't have to wait much longer," the mortal responded instantly with a cocky grin escaping those swollen well kissed lips, a sight which sent the vampire nearly cascading over the edge.

Tangling his hands into Dean's belt loops with one of his hands dipping into the mortal's boxers he brought him into his chest with such an immense pressure that Sam lost his balance. The vampire fell onto his ass with Dean falling on top of him with both of them laughing heartedly.

Through the laughter their eyes connected once more.

Through the kissing clothes were shed as they lay on top of the discarded garments.

Through the grinding hands explored every inch of the others skin, mapping out the flesh of their lover.

No bare flesh was left untouched or explored.

Both men allowed themselves to loss themselves in the unimaginable amount of pleasure wracking through their bodies with neither feeling anything like they were at the moment.

As bodies connected to one another and touches were shared the two souls joined together. On this faithful night everything changed between them. They were no longer a hunter or just a vampire, now they were one. They were Sam and Dean. They became us, irreversible and irreplaceable.

Where two men, two halves of the same whole stood only an hour or so before now lay a complete whole.

They became one.

Dean could feel the faint heartbeat underneath where his ear lay and it fascinated him to hear the deceased heart beating just for him, because of him. Placing his hand on the chest beside his head he sighed happily and allowed his eyes to close. That damn smile was still present upon his face and he knew that right now he never wanted it to leave.

He could feel the vampire pull up Dean's own leather jacket around their naked bodies as the wind bit around them trying to ruin their peaceful afterglow. But deep down in his heart he knew that nothing could have ruined what had transpired between them and honestly…he was sure he didn't want it to.

"You know, you were right." Sam suddenly spoke out breaking through the comfortable silence that washed over the pair.

"I always am…what was I right about?" Dean replied tilting his head slightly so he could see the man's face, the vampire's hand lifted to run through his hair and he felt himself leaning into the touch like a damned puppy begging for attention.

"That it was fucking fun, I could get used to the Dean Winchester idea of fun," Sam replied instantly with that irresistible smirk upon his face and the moonlight making his glowing gold eyes glisten. Apparently when the vampire was horny or after mind blowing passion his eyes transformed to the most intense shade of gold, that color could become Dean's personal favorite.

"Good."

"Good?"

"Hell yeah, where am I going to turn to when I want to get laid?" Dean replied with his green eyes dancing mischievously in a playful manner.

"You just had to cheapen the moment," Sam laughed in response pressing a kiss to the young hunter's temple.

"Damn straight," was the instant reply as Dean pressed his lips to the vampire's once more, knowing that he could never get over the way his heart flips in his chest with just this one simple form of contact.

In that one moment the hunter knew that he would never complain about camping ever again.

After a couple of moments of this sweet embrace Dean pulled away and pillowed his head upon the vampire's chest once more. He allowed his eyes to shut with the sound of the vampire softly singing along to the radio pulling him into a blissful sleep.

You've got someone here
Wants to make it all right
Someone to love you more
Than I have right here
You've gotta bring it on and I'll hold you tight
A hand to lead you on through the night right here
I know your heart can get
All tangled up inside
But don't you keep it to yourself

When your long day is over
And you can barely drag your feet
When the weight of the world
Is on your shoulders
I know what you need
Bring it on home to me

You know I know you
Like the back of my hand
You know I'm gonna do
All that I can right here
Gonna lie with you
Till you fall asleep
When the morning comes
I'm still gonna be right here
Yes, I am
(Ooooooooooooo)
So take your worries and
Just drop them at the door
Baby, leave it all behind

When your long day is over
And you can barely drag your feet
When the weight of the world
Is on your shoulders
I know what you need
Bring it on home to me

Baby, let me be your safe harbor
Don't let the water come
And carry you away

When your long day is over
And you can barely drag your feet
When the weight of the world
Is on your shoulders
I know what you need
Bring it on home to me

Oh, bring it on home
Oh, bring it on home to me
Home to me
Oh, bring it on, bring it on home
to me

You've got someone here wants
To make it all right
Someone who loves you more
Than life right here...

TBC (If you're wondering the song at the end is: Bring it on home by Little Big Town) (The moment you were all waiting for...I hope, I decided that leaving you hanging for thirteen chapters was evil enough. I hope you enjoyed that chapter as much as I did writing it and I hope I did that chapter justice as I have never wrote anything like that before. WOW over 100 reviews I don't know what to say...YOU'RE ALL AWESOME, keep them coming to let me know just what you think. Again thank you for reading it means so much to me. Anyway I will leave you in piece now. See you all in part Fifteen)