(For you angel, two today with lots of Dean being a sweet, romantic, good guy, enjoy everyone.)

Spring was in the air and Dean Winchester was ready to take his GED, he had flunked out but with Sam's help and encouragement he convinced his brother to finally take the test. Sam was proud of his brother. He knew how hard things were for Dean, he missed so much school as a child taking care of him, then his teen years trying to save the world from things that go bump in the night, that school was never his priority and Dean was in all honesty not a book smart kind of guy.

Sam thought he had something much better, life smarts. Dean was clever, on his toes and able to figure out situations, deal with them skillfully and with competence. Things that even made Sam cringe, his brother bravely forged ahead like the hero he was.

When Dean looked at himself in the mirror he saw a good looking guy that tried his best. Sam was the one standing beside him seeing how incredible his brother truly was.

If no one else showed the proper level of care Dean deserved Sam made sure he did without falter, at night when Dean would come back exhausted and broken Sam would cook for him, tend to his wounds and run his bath.

If Dean allowed it Sam would enter the water with him so he could hold his wounded hero and whisper sweet nothings into his ear until the pain subsided. Sam with the gentle voice, the healing hands that covered Dean Winchesters wounded soul like a balm. Coming home to Sam was what made him whole again, human, and nothing else would do.

That night Sam was working essential oils into his brother's bruised skin kissing each spot as he went. Dean relaxed, he groaned as Sam hit a swollen knot and the boys thumbs pressed and worked it out. "Thank you Sammy."

Sam smiled and kept going, "Your welcome Dean, I wouldn't do this for anyone else but for you it's a pleasure."

Deans voice had a slight tremble, "I know, Sam I love you so much…I don't think anyone will ever care for me like you do."

Sam pressed into his lower back where the skin was inflamed, "I know darling, I love you too and your right, no one will ever care for you like me."

Dean let out a chuckle, "Darling huh? That's new, I like being darling Sammy, what else you got for me?"

Sam rolled his eyes then closed them, "Sweetheart…you are my sweetheart."

"What else?"

Sam stretched out next to him and used one hand to rub the back of Dean's neck, "My honey buns, my angel, hero, knight in shining armor, my…," Sam hesitated, "my boyfriend?"

Dean rolled on his back and took Sam in his arms, "Your sweet sixteen is coming up my cherry baby, any idea what you want to do?" Dean started to teasingly call Sam his "cherry baby" which bothered Sam because he was only cherry since Dean refused to take that extra step.

Sam rolled his brothers nipple between his fingers until it stiffened, he was hurt Dean didn't acknowledge his comment on being his boyfriend, "whatever you want I don't care. What I really want you wont give me anyway."

Dean sat up and rested against the headboard, "No really baby boy I want it to be magical for you. You're only sixteen once…darling."

Sam grinned at his brother's use of the word that came so awkwardly to him, "Stick with baby boy, cherry boy, bitch or Sammy, ok…darling?" He decided to ask again, the question that burned in his mind since he hit puberty, "Dean I want you to really make love to me for my birthday…please I want you inside me."

Dean started to protest and Sam stopped him, "I know its going to hurt, I know how big you are but what's a little blood between brothers? At this point if you told me your dick would tear me from stem to stern and I needed a hundred stitches to put my asshole back together I wouldn't care… if it was you doing the damage."

Dean frowned at Sam and raised an eyebrow, "Wow, that was a very graphic description of a torn open anus and now I really don't want to. Thanks a lot Sammy. I'm impressed though, you put in a nautical term, bonus points for you."

Sam folded his arms and looked at him ruefully, "Well I have a huge cock and someday I'm going to ride your ass like a pony at the county fair…so there you jerk. I'm not going to dance around and go, "oh no I might tear open my brother's asshole so I can never fuck him ever." I imagine there are preparations we can make if I'm too tight."

Dean's jaw dropped, "Sam…seriously who jumped into my sweet little brother and replaced him with a vulgar potty mouth. I mean you sound grosser than me and I'm pretty gross…another thing, whoever said I would bottom for you?"

Sam pouted, "I'm tired of always being good, dancing around things, I have to be perfect, maybe sometimes I want you to be the bitch and I can be a jerk, and someday I'm going make you bottom."

Dean laughed, "Yeah I'd love to see you try," Sam looked at him with wicked eyes, "Someday you are going to see me succeed not try."

Dean pulled his oversize baby boy onto his lap, "Jesus you got heavy, I think I popped a nut, you are bigger than me I think." Sam nuzzled his neck, "Oh I don't know…you are pretty big."

Dean pulled him back by Sam's mop of long hair, "Look it will be super awesome just let me plan everything ok?" Dean had a gleam in his green eyes and a grin on his face.

Dean slid his hand down into Sam's low cut jeans and gently cupped a cheek, "Maybe I'll take you out on the town…someplace where no one knows us."

Sam loosened his hug and sighed, "I'm your dirty little secret, that's what turns you on about me right?" He climbed off his brother's lap and got up, "I'm going to get something to eat, you want anything?"

"Yeah make me sandwich Sam."

"What do you want on it?"

"Hell I don't know, ham and cheese, no vegetables, don't ruin it."

Sam said under his breath, "Yeah at least one of us will get what we want." Dean narrowed his eyes and his voice hardened, "What was that Sam? You want to speak up?"

Sam didn't bother to answer.

….

Dean looked in the window of the jewelry shop and looked in, he knew what he wanted to get Sam. When he walked in an attractive middle aged man approached him with a smile, "Hello, is there anything in particular I can help you with?"

Dean scratched the back of his head and looked everywhere but at the man, "Yeah I need a ring, something special like promise ring." The man looked Dean over appreciatively, well for some lucky girl then, what size do you need?"

Dean slipped off his silver band, "something about this size, maybe half a size down." The man took the ring and held it up, "Oh well we would need to charge extra for sizing, our ladies rings start at a seven."

Dean put both hands on the counter and looked him dead in the eye, "Its for a man ok..my…my boyfriend." Dean had never said the words out loud to anyone before and they stuck in his throat. He was glad he drove several towns over to find a place where no one knew them.

Saying it to someone lifted a weight off him and he broke out in a big smile, "Yeah..that's right I said it, my boyfriend and I want a nice one, gold and a stone the color of my eyes so he always thinks of me." Dean felt proud of himself.

"Well congratulations, I'm happy for you. A ring shows a commitment," the man held up both his hands, "As you can see my man hasn't put anything on mine. I hope this gentleman knows how lucky he is."

He was going to make the experience a good one for the handsome young man standing in front of him. The man wrote down a estimate with the cost of various gems and handed it to Dean.

Dean's face flushed in embarrassment because even with his under the table credit card scam it was out of his budget. "Well I guess he would like silver…it would look nicer on him."

The man grasped Deans hand and shook it, "My name is Elliot, look you can afford this," he pulled out a tray of gold rings, "I can set a nice Emerald in one of these and it would match those beautiful green eyes just perfect I swear it." He brought out a tray of the green stones from the back and set them next to the gold bands.

Dean looked at the lovely green gems, "wow I don't think I could afford this really."

The man, desperate to help along true love decided on the spot it was all on sale and he would give Dean his employee discount, trouble be damned. "Trust me you can…what can you afford?" There was another customer being helped by a lady behind the counter, Dean leaned in and whispered a number.

Elliot held a stone up to Dean's eyes, "Ah perfect, and exactly what you can afford."

Dean recognized from childhood when someone was being very nice to him, he looked down and touched on of the rings feeling embarrassed, "Hey thanks….not many people are nice like you to someone like me."

Elliot waved his hand dismissively, "Oh please, just write down your information and I'll get started on it, now go home to your lucky man."

Dean left feeling great, he hopped in the Impala and cranked the stereo, he put on the songs Sam listened to all the time when he was feeling romantic, Dean was determined to learn the words to every one of them and sing to his boyfriend on his sixteenth birthday.

Dean broke into a smile, patted the steering wheel and talked to his beloved Impala swearing that she heard him, "My Sammy…my boyfriend…I swear it baby I'm going to tell him for real this time. Give him a ring and do it right…make my cherry baby so happy." He cranked up the music and sang while he and the Impala cut through the night.

TBC